Sometimes I like to get back at Pablo for all he puts us through at mealtimes with his nonstop begging by photographing him when he’s trying to sleep. Here’s a shot of one disgruntled pug. Don’t worry, he’s asleep now and snoring away as only a pug can.
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With arthritis in his back legs, we no longer let Pablo jump off the bed, lifting him gently down instead. He struggles the entire time, not liking the short flight to the floor. I can’t imagine, then, that he’d be a fan of skydiving, where the drop is a bit steeper, to say the least. That doesn’t seem to bother Otis, a ten-year-old pug living in Los Angeles with his owner Will DaSilva. With 64 jumps under his belt (in a specially-made harness strapped to Will’s chest), Otis is quite the skydiving pro. To see Otis in action, click here.
An update on yesterday’s update: Ban, the dog rescued in Japanese waters, has been reunited with his owner. Watch the video and warm the cockles of your heart.
One note: Although the dog does give his owner an enthusiastic welcome–he hadn’t set eyes on her in three weeks–it pales in comparison to the frantic greeting K and I receive from Pablo whenever we’ve been out all day. Just saying.
Earlier today I wrote about the rescue of a dog that spent three weeks at sea, the result of the tsunami that hit Japan. Well, miracle of miracles, thanks to all the publicity, the dog was recognized and will soon be reunited with its owner. The dog’s name is Ban and he/she? is a two-year-old mixed breed. Bon voyage, Ban!
Coming in at number three in the Toy Group at the Westminster Dog Show, Oscar De La Hoya will forever hear those four little words echoing in his pug ears. Just who is this champion who reached for the stars? A three-year-old pug, Oscar hails from Lodi, CA. He’s won two dozen best-in-show competitions, and last year’s American and Canadian nationals. Congrats, Oscar!
Another interesting article in this week’s New York Times, this one about feeding your dogs (and cats) organic, non-processed foods from scratch. As I mentioned in a previous post, one of my New Year’s resolutions is to eat less processed foods. A side benefit is that Pablo will be eating less as well. As Cesar Millan is quoted as saying in the article, “The dog has always been a mirror of the human style of life.”
So far, I have been keeping to my resolution and cooking more from scratch. This week I made a huge pot of vegetarian pea soup, chili made from organic beef, and oven-baked organic chicken thighs. Since I eat leftovers for lunch, I’m guaranteed at least two processed-food-free meals a day. (Breakfast is usually cereal or English muffins with cream cheese.) I also eat two to three servings of fresh fruit a day. My downfall is snacking on vegetable chips (baked) and occasional nibbles of dark chocolate, both processed. Sigh. Pablo has enjoyed all the meals, but that is hardly surprising.
Three of the dogs mentioned in the article are 12, 15, and 16 years old. Two cats are 25 years old. All the animals are thriving on their organic diets. The article points out that nutritional requirements have to be met exactly, and that animals fed a diet lacking in essential nutrients could be harmed. I don’t know if I’m up to grinding raw chicken necks, livers, cabbage, cucumbers, carrots, berries, garlic, and parsley for Pablo. Also, I’d worry about the correct amount to feed him. Still, an organic diet is something to consider as Pablo approaches his tenth birthday. I shall have to investigate further.
Your guess is as good as mine. To see what’s on the other side? To sniff a neighbor’s lawn? To piddle on a peony?
On his walks Pablo always has definite ideas about what route to take. And if you try to direct him elsewhere, he goes into the classic pug knee-locked stance and won’t budge. Most of the time I have no objection to him acting as tour guide. After all, it’s his walk, not mine.
There is, however, one particular route I try to discourage and that’s when he makes a right turn to W Road, a busy street with a steady stream of traffic whizzing both ways and no traffic light. Yet sometimes, for whatever reason, Pablo gets it in his skull that he must cross W Road. He does this by lunging headfirst into the blacktop, oblivious to traffic. By now I know enough to hold him back, but the first few times we had some close calls. When there is a lull in vehicles we dash across the road. Then Pablo sniff a hedge or two, piddles on some leaves, and you guessed it, wants to head back. Another mad dash, and it’s safely back home. Until next time.