The Adventures of Bitey Dog!

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Flowers for Geordie

January 23rd 2009 9:07 pm
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Today a friend of mine made a dress with a picture of Geordie on it. I'm going to try to put a link in this diary entry. I don't know if you can do that or not, but I'm going to try!

Oops, I guess you can't do links here. Her shop address is:

rabbitwhiskers.etsy.com. If you can, stop by and visit. The dress is adorable; she does wonderful work.

 

Say "Hello" Gracie...I Mean Geordie

January 21st 2009 9:19 pm
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It wasn't that long ago that I discovered that Geordie could talk. He has managed to say quite a number of words, but now he will only say this one.

If you say, "Hi, Geordie" and wave to him, he will wave back and say "Hello". It is soooo adorable! (Although sometime he says "Herro" as if he were, perhaps, an Akita.) I am trying to get him to be consistent about answering me so that I can make a short movie of the trick. So far, he knows what the camera is and does his Michigan J. Dog impression.

 

Costumes

October 21st 2008 11:12 pm
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For anyone stopping by, the Tuxedo Kilt and the Doggie Dorothy costumes are both something that I've designed and made. F.Y.I. In case you were wondering.

 

Tripood

July 4th 2008 12:02 am
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Ok, I'll admit this is a rather odd entry...

While Geordie and I were walking, he insisted that we go over to a particular pole to mark it. I noticed that he was having trouble keeping his balance, and I was worried that he might be overheated or dehydrated since it was a rather warm day. No, Geordie was somehow managing to #2 and #1 at the same time while standing on three legs. When I realized what he was doing, it made me laugh, and he gave me such a dirty look! I'd just never seen a dog do that before.

 

Nest of Richers

June 18th 2008 9:11 pm
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Back in January, there was a stranger walking around the neighborhood, and the people here called the police to roust him since he didn't belong. Today while Geordie & I were out walking, we took a street we'd never taken before and found ourselves in a nest of Richers. Ooh! What an uncofortable feeling! We were pretty sure that had we walked the entire street ( a cul-de-sac, of course) we would have found ourselves on the receiving end of one of those chats with the police. Geez, it is a shame what is happening to simple, working class neighborhoods now a days.

 

Woof

May 18th 2008 10:09 pm
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Woof is a name I've given to a dog along the route where Geordie and I walk. The first time we "met", Geordie and I were engrossed in chasing a squirrel. Woof came up behind us and said, "WOOF!" as loud as he could. It caught me totally off guard, and I screamed and jumped straight up in the air. I scared poor Woof, and he put his ears and tail down and slunk home.

I came to realize that Woof patrolled a whole block, not just a single yard. Whenever we walk anywhere along those four streets, I've got to watch out for that ball of noise and fur.

It seemed that Woof was always startling me. Almost as if he were doing it on purpose. Until one day when I caught him planning one of his attacks. He had already sneaked up on Geordie and me once, barking like crazy. Then I watched him creep under the bushes and position himself between two parked cars. I was tall enough to see him, but poor Geordie wasn't. Sure enough, when Geordie and I got to the two cars, Woof jumped out and let out a humongous bark. This, of course, set Geordie to barking too. If I don't quiet him, he'll never stop on his own, so add my own yelling to the mix. Some guy came running out of his house to see what was the matter.

Woof is an older gent. Sneaking up on folks must be his great entertainment in life.

 

Geordie and the Incipient Grerb

May 7th 2008 10:01 pm
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It is a short story: he peed on it!

Seriously, it would be interesting to see how, linguistically, he classifies his world. Lately, he has been receptive to me teaching him to "Talk" as a command (to make the growly noises Cairns love to make when they want to play or are mad). He has shown that he is willing to immitate my vocalizatons...Hmmm, I wonder how far we can go with this?

When I went to school, I studied to teach ESL. I just never thought it would be to a puppy.

 

A Pup Noam Chomsky Could Love!

April 29th 2008 10:26 pm
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In addition to saying MuhMuhMuhMuh for Minty Biscuit, Geordie has made up some other words as well.

He has figured out a word for "peanut butter". Grandma gave him a taste of it, and then he made up a word for it so that he can get more. His word isn't verbal; it's sign. To get some, he nods his head while sticking his tongue out. For emphasis, he'll raise his hand. (To him, a raised paw means both "please" and "excuse me".) It's so adorable, he usually ends up getting it. What amazes me is that he is using a word, and not just going to the cupboard and scratching. By creating a word, he can ask for the food no matter where he is, and you know what he wants.

I've also caught him saying "Ungh Ungh Ungh" At first, I thought he was making fun of human speach much as we immitate dogs by making sounds like "Arf, Arf, Arf". He's shown me, though, that "Ungh Ungh Ungh" is GeordieSpeak for doing tricks. (He likes doing tricks because he gets food rewards.) He uses this word fairly often. If he can think up words for these things, what else is he capable of saying? How did God make such little doggies so smart?

 

The Groomer

April 20th 2008 9:35 pm
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Like so many grandparents, Geordie's like to nag me that I do everything wrong in raising my dog. Their latest complaint was, "His nails need trimmed!" I told them that Cairns' nails look long, but that his are OK. They argued and nagged until I told them they could take him to the groomer to get them clipped, if they were that worried. (I felt vindicated when the groomer said that his nails were fine! Ha!)

Anyway, when I got my little boy back, I ran over and hugged him and pressed my face against his fur....Ow! Ow! What just happened? It turned out that the groomer had some sort of perfume on her hands, and she got it on Geordie when she touched him. Then I got it on my face and got a burn from it.

I've been afraid of something like this happening, that's why I've always done his grooming myself. I'm worried that he won't be able to be a therapy dog because if someone wearing a scent or preservatives touches him, I can get burned from it. I feel bad for my little guy. I'm sure he would love to be a therapy dog, but I guess he'll have to settle for making me feel better.

 

MuhMuhMuhMuh

April 15th 2008 9:58 pm
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Long ago, when Geordie was begging, I told him that if he could say the name of the food, I would give it to him. (I figured I was safe with this bargain!) Then last week, I found him saying, "MuhMuhMuhMuh" and leading him to his biscuit container. He loves the biscuit I call "Minty Biscuit", and I think he was trying to say the name. This pup never ceases to amaze me.

 
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