Tell it like it is Tuesday

Mason and Alex for the most part don’t play much together.  Occasionally you will find Alex throwing Mason one of his toys, or you will find him feeding Mason some of his treats.  But yesterday, this is what I found and thought it was just priceless. 

Oh boy… Mason you don’t know what you are in for!!

Oh boy…

Yep – Mason and the leftovers of a box of chocolates.  I discovered this when I came home last night…

Yes – we know they are poisonous to dogs – luckily Mason had no reaction.

I should also really put away the nutcracker… I should also really turn off our Christmas lights out front… they look so pretty though.

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Last night we had more parenting preparation. 

Matt came home from the gym to find that Mason had somehow been able to reach the bag of soft tortilla wraps left on the counter…  and he had eaten the contents of the bag – which contained about 8 full sized wraps.  The plastic was left under the Christmas tree.

So needless to say, Mason was in the dog house – literally.  He knew he had done wrong and had to go for a lay down in his crate.  Dogs really do remember what they’ve done wrong – for a short time anyhow…

And of course, Mason woke up in the middle of the night not feeling very well.  This time at 2:30am, with an emergency run for the back door.  I heard him jump off our bed, so I knew what was coming.  Luckily he just went out, did his thing, and came back in, without exploring the whole back yard like he normally does. 

Then he did the thing that annoys me the most – he stood beside the bed, with his head resting on the mattress, waiting to be told that he could jump on the bed.  But for some reason he wouldn’t come up – he kept resting his head – staring at me.   I had to eventually pull him up so I could get some sleep. 

Oh Mason – what a dog.

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This morning Matt and I had a little parenting prep for when baby Alex arrives. 

Mason woke us up at 6:30am… retching (and he sleeps on our bed). 

He got sick a bit there… then as I tried to usher him downstairs, he threw up again at the top of the stairs (on carpet), and then again before we reached the back door (on carpet again).  He went out, and seemed to feel a bit better when he came back in.   So we were both up cleaning vomit before 7am… next it is going to be dirty diapers…

Mason Has Perked Up

Thank you for the suggestions on how to deal with Mason and his new goal to rip apart everything in site.  He now is either sleeping on our bed (taking up about half of my side) or sleeping on a pad in our room – he did that before the move of the spare bed as well, but he usually slept in the spare room for half a night.  Mason is really a people dog and wants to be close to us – so unfortunately sleeping in the basement on the spare bed wouldn’t work for him.   He does still lie on it while I’m sewing so he gets some comfort there. br>
I think part of the problem was that he was missing the squeaker in his “ticken” – his favourite toy.  Ticken is a rubber chicken that squeaks – we usually buy 2-3 of them when we see them, because in a month or so it will be demo’d.  He runs around the house, banging it on the floor to make it squeak, and trying to get you to play catch.  He would play for hours with that thing if he could – sadly the squeaking can really drive you crazy so after a while Ticken will need to be put up.  But since the new Ticken, no messes, that works for me!  $5 well spent.

Mason and Ticken

Mommy, Please Play!

Dog Gone Wild

In the last few weeks we have been bringing more baby stuff home, and since then, Mason has started to rebel.  At first he would simply grab the stuffed animals and prance them around the house. 

But since we moved the bed out of the spare bedroom – which is now the nursery, Mason has gone wild.  You see, the spare bed was where Mason slept at night – and now it has been replaced by a crib.  

Now when we go to work, or even just out for a while, he will pull everything possible from the counters, the tables, and if possible chew it up.  He hast eaten 2 health food bars (and the wrappers) from a gift bag,  ripped apart tetra soup boxes, grabbed my ipod (luckily he didnt’ chew it) and countless other things…  Every lunch hour is an adventure.

I know he is just reacting to the changes – but I think it is time for him to go back into his crate while we are not at home.

Has anyone else had similar situations?

Mason

As I mentioned in the post about my Thanksgiving weekend, Mason had a bit of a hair do problem.  But yesterday I took him to the groomer – and this is what he now looks like.  I think he looks like a puppy, he doesn’t seem to happy…

Today is officially 2 months of waiting for our referral!!!