Category Archives: JETHRO

Spiders Are Evil

But I knew that already.

Poor Jethro. The night before he turned just 9 weeks old, I noticed the right side of his little muzzle was swelling a bit. At first, I thought maybe he and Truman had just played a bit too rough and he caught a big-dog tooth to the snout.

But Jethro didn’t want to play or snuggle or do anything else, instead opting to stagger over to his kennel to put himself to bed at 7 o’clock, which was unusual. The swelling on his nose got a little worse, and he started to look like he’d been in a puppy bar fight (if you know of a puppy bar somewhere, by the way, I beg you to take me there), so I called the GDA after hours emergency number. These things never happen during normal business hours, after all. That would be too convenient.

Between me and the person who answered, we figured it was probably a spider bite. They’re apparently happening in crazy numbers this year; the school has even had to have extra spraying around the grounds, and a lot of dogs in the program have come in to the vet department having suffered similar incidents. I am NOT a fan of spiders. This happened to Lomax once, and it scared the daylights out of me because by the time I could get him up to the school for treatment, his eyes had swollen shut and his head looked like a pit bull’s. The question was, can you give a not-quite-9-week-old puppy Benadryl, the way you can with older dogs? The vet tech gave permission, so off I went to the drug store for some Children’s Benadryl. Fortunately, wee Jethro slurped it right up and went to sleep.

The next morning, Wolf and I drove him to GDA for an exam. Poor pup had a yeast infection in both ears as well! His little immune system was working overtime. He got a shot of Benadryl, a gentle ear cleaning and some ear meds…but unfortunately, no 9-week vaccine (which would have just been too much all at once, considering he weighed in at just under 14 pounds). He was a champ at the vet department, though, charming the techs and being generous with sloppy puppy kisses despite the ordeal. And it didn’t hurt that he got cookies afterward.

I think he’ll be okay.

Sleepover

Jethro had a sleepover at his Auntie Lisa’s house last night so Wolf and I could have an evening out. Spoiled rotten, I tell you.

She even bought him new toys. The squeaky-honky hedgehog is a favorite, but there’s nothing quite as fun as this one:

And snuggled in her lap, no less! I’ll never hear the end of it.

Football Season

And what goes better with football than chicken?

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You Are Getting Sleeeeeeepy….

We’re very concerned about the effects of media on the current generation of youngsters. Jethro will stop whatever he’s doing just to follow the bouncing “DVD” logo.

Toys R Jethro

I think out of all the little-puppy toys I have in the Spoiled Dogs Toy Chest of Opulence, the Nylabone “puppy keys” are my favorite. Unfortunately, they are also Truman’s favorite, so if I don’t want them chewed into oblivion, I have to make sure they’re only out when El Big Dog is safely snoozing in another room.

Of course, the “Holee Roller” balls are also great toys. Really convenient for making compound toys to test your puppy’s intelligence and persistence.

And I just like the way they make a puppy’s nose wrinkle.

Big Dog, Little Dog

This gigantic dog bed was possibly my best dog-related purchase ever. Because Jethro is tiny and will be unable to venture out into the real world until he’s about 20 weeks old and has had his full course of Parvo vaccines (lots of scary Parvo out there right now, and we’re being cautious), I anticipate many, many, MANY photos of the boys in my living room, on the gigantic dog bed.

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It’s True. I’m Tiny.

That little bench is usually where I leave Truman’s bowl, but GDA dogs have to be accustomed to eating from a bowl on the ground.

Moments after this photo was taken, the boy tried to climb onto the bench and into the bathtub. He doesn’t look particularly mischievous, does he? Looks kinda sadsack, to be honest. Don’t let him fool you.

Jethro: Otherwise Known As…

October 1, 2010 — Jethro: Otherwise Known As…

Yes, yes, I know. They’re not supposed to have nicknames. They’re supposed to learn their REAL name.

Jethro does know his real name — his recall, in fact, is so much better than Truman’s ever was or will be…. Jethro is not just smart, he’s willing, one might even say enthusiastic. He’s also known as the following, around the house:

  • Mini-Wagger (I sometimes call Truman “Wagger,” and promised him he was getting his very own Mini-Wagger)
  • Mini-Man
  • Mini-Me (because…obvious)
  • Drunken Sailor (have you seen a tired 7-week-old puppy walk?)
  • Grumpling (Truman is “The Grumpus,” so….)
  • Stinkerpie
  • Lord Piddleton
  • Feisty Wee Beastie
  • Feisty McBiteyPants
  • Beeper (he makes this silly little sound like half dove, half…something beeping)
  • Justin Beeper (again…obvious)
  • Eucalyptus Breath (there’s a giant Eucalyptus tree right by the balcony where Jethro piddles…the tree sheds teeny tree-pieces and leaves and itty bitty pod-things….)

Most of these names are used to refer to him, not to speak directly to him by way of command or identification. But sometimes I will speak casually to him as if he understands English. For example, as I am digging tiny tree parts out of his mouth and saying, “Jethro, GIVE,” I often follow up — after “Good give, Jethro!” and other hearty praise, of course — with, “Nice going, Eucalyptus Breath. Now back in the house.”

Still, I promise you, when you call “Jethro-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!” …he comes a-runnin’.

Heat Wave

September 28, 2010 — Heat Wave

I’m sorry — was I just complaining about cold garden hose water on my feet at three in the morning? Let that be a lesson to me.

Los Angeles set a crazy all-time heat record yesterday. It was 113 degrees downtown. We live in the south bay, where it’s never (haha! HA!) that hot, we usually have a lovely marine layer to keep things under control, and we enjoy a daily afternoon breeze. Our house, for this reason, does not need air conditioning. Uhhhh…usually. Today it was, what, over a hundred? In my living room?

We were miserable. And Jethro was miserable. Poor little dude in his little fur coat, so brand new and confused, and all of a sudden it’s probably hotter in his new home than it ever was in Sylmar (which is saying something!). The humans spent most of the day trying to keep him — and ourselves — cool and hydrated. He spent most of the day belly-up in the x-pen. I gave him ice cubes, I hosed down his belly when we went outside to the balcony to relieve, I put him in the bathtub and splashed some water on him as he stood there looking pathetic and exhausted. He even dug in his water bowl to get the sheet in the x-pen wet so he’d be comfy lying down. We had all the windows open, in the vain hope the breeze — and we are talking about a daily occurrence, this breeze — would come to our aid. Nope. Pure misery.

He woke up seven times last night. SEVEN TIMES. Every 30 minutes, for a while. I’d take him out to piddle, hose him down and put him back to bed. The neighbors do not love us, I’m sure.

Tiny. Stubby. Fuzzy. Chubby.

September 26, 2010

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