Or puppy cat?
No matter what you call her, Ada is a dog that occasionally acts like a cat.
Luckily she's little enough to fit.
Look at the like a giant furry slug that crawled into my office this evening!
Figure 1: Slugimus Furrius
I hope it doesn’t eat up my violets.
Ada does not like to lay with her feet under her body.
I present you with the evidence (in chronological order):
5 July 2009 13:37
7 July 2009 12:54
2 August 2009 15:39
7 August 2009 22:10
But really who is suffering because of this crime? If I had feet that cute I’d be showing them off all the time too!
Puppies, just like humans, get two sets of teeth during their life. The second set comes in when they are about 5 month old. Ada is nearly 5-months old. In the last week she has lost about 8 teeth, all in front.
I haven’t been surprised that all these teeth coming in and out makes her want to chew on EVERYTHING. (Lucky for us, her favorites are inexpensive disposable plastic bottles, berry containers, etc.) But it cracks me up that she’s always got her tongue sticking out! I guess there just aren’t any teeth there to hold it in :P
In a blitz to tidy up, sometimes we pile all the throw pillows in one corner of the couch…
...much to Ada's pleasure.
It's really nice that she matches the decor.
Ada is a very calm dog. I’m very tempted to say she’s lazy but it might be nicer (more accurate?) to say that she does things at her own pace. Not that she doesn’t periodically go nutso with bursts of energy, but she passes most of her time in some state of sleep or rest.
It doesn’t help that she’s also not very motivated by food. Last Saturday at Sirius Puppy School, we practiced “Come!” by waving around a treat from about 10 feet away. The other puppies (Romulus, an Australian Shepherd, and Maya, a Labradoodle) sprang across the divide to gobble down the treat. Our Ada sauntered a few steps, stretched, walked a few more paces, looked around, finally sat next to Dan, and then ate the treat. We’re starting to think that she’s more motivated by affection than treats. Awww :)
Both Dan and I are allowed to bring dogs to work and since we work across the street from each other, taking care of Ada during the work day is really easy. So far, she’s been pretty good too. Mostly she’s just been chilling under my desk, waiting for the next time we go for a romp in the park next door.
The only trouble is that she keeps trying to lay right under my wheely chair and I’m afraid I’ll accidentally roll over one of her fuzzy little apricot ears!
A little break from work to kill the giraffe again.
