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Volume 62 - February 27, 2004 Materials in this newsletter are the sole possession of the authors and Dog Company. Please do not copy or use in any fashion without written permission |
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From the Editor's Paw: Tricks by Sweep - SINGING There are lots of dogs who can sing up a storm ..... we all know or have known some of these doggy divas! Now, not all dogs want to sing or have the burning desire and often, those who have the burning desire, you wish they would stifle it. Generally the Northern breeds have a real propensity for singing arias. They hear a high pitched sound, the head goes up, the muzzle goes to a 45 degree angle and they're good to go! I'm here to tell you that if you aren't a natural singer ... you still can be one with a little help from your best friend. Now, the only hard part is to find the high pitched sound that will trigger your need to vocalize and break into song. Here are a few things to try for starters .. .a touch tone phone, a harmonica, a sweet potato (not the eating kind), a soprano recording, a tape of a siren sound, or high notes on the piano. A visit to the local music store is a start (because you are a well trained dog, you should go with your owner and try things there in the store so you know what triggers your singing). Then your owner just has to buy the one thing to get going....let's hope it's not the piano. If all else fails, get your human to use his/her voice. If your people sing like mine, you are the only one who wants to listen to them anyway..... get them to try the highest note they can. Geesh, I hope this doesn't hurt your ear drums ... however if it does .. put your paws over your ears and you have just invented a better trick! woofin' & warblin'....Sweep ^..^~~!
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Classified (To our advertisers: we'd love to hear if your ad in the Woof was successful. Please drop us a line and let us know.) Home Wanted: Black, Beautiful, and looking to be your one and only My name is Shadow. I'm a great dog, mid sized, built like a Greek God and I love to play and run! I am three years old. As you can see, I have a great smile to go along with my good looks. Like everyone else I have one or two small quicks...for me, I want to be your one and only! My parents love me and I know it. I have had a wonderful home with them and I am very well trained. However, I don't know how it happened, but they had a baby! Can you believe it! It has no fur, no teeth, no bark, no walk or run. What were they thinking! Anyway, I like the little guy and all, but really I wanted to be the one and only. I have tried to show them I am not happy about it all; I have started barking and just being a brat, lIke when I was little. Now they have said they can't take the baby back...so I have asked if I could find someone who, like me, wants me to be their life. I know you're out there. Please email jasnlis@shaw.ca or call 544-1018. I can't come to the phone but Jason or Lisa are good about taking messages. Tail wagging and waiting....Shadow Happy Birthday: a very happy, if belated birthday to Katie King. Katie turned a whole year old on February 22, if our sources are right! Wooffff, wooof to you, Katie, from all the gang at the Woof. And another Happy Birthday: A belated "Happy Birthday" to Sage, who turned 4 years old on Feb 18th and wore her party hat to Club Dog Doggie Daycare! Announcements: That fabulous Agility group, the Strait Chuters, will be performing at the upcoming Pet Expo, on March 20 and 21. Watch for details and times in the next Woof. Wanted: Your 'articles', your 'For Sales', your 'Want Ads', your birthday wishes, your letters to Mam'selle, your ......... ????? By Wed. March 10th .... for the next Woof, please...... mailto:peni@dogcompany.com (Disclaimer: Advertisements posted by the Woof are done as a service, not as an endorsement. Please communicate directly with the ad contact for further information on any items.)
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ASK MAM'SELLE Dear, Mam'selle, I'm in big time trouble with my folks because I'm not getting outside in time. They watch me really closely, and take me out lots, but I'm not always in the mood.. so sometimes I don't bother to do anything. Then later on, I get busy playing and before I can even tell them about it... whoosh! on comes the tap! What are we doing wrong? Piddling Puppy Dear P.P. Routine, prevention, proper cleanup and common sense are the ruling forces of housebreaking. House breaking means learning only to go to the bathroom outside. You can't use paper sometimes and then expect to go outside as well. You can't have it both ways. Here are the rules for your people.
Here is a sample: Please get your people to read this to help you ...
Keep the schedule the same even on the weekends. Routine, routine, routine. You are teaching the pup when she can "Expect" to go out. Take to the same spot each time; if she goes, praise her well and go back in, unless this is one of her exercise walks. If she goes, then play. This is another way to reward her for going outside. Pups on this strict schedule need lots of excerise. Once you have had a clean house for a week, you can add half an hour to her free time. Prevention, not correction, speeds up housebreaking. Remember you are building a bond of "trust and respect" Woof.......waggin tails and happy trails, Poutine ^..^~~!
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Tips and Tales by Miss Trouble I seem to be doing a lot of walking these days. Sometimes it's "get in the car" type of walks, and other times it's just "go up the driveway" ones. They're usually quite different, and both have good points. The "get in the car" walk does mean I have to go in the car, but you know, that's not so bad any more. I get to sit on the front seat unless Dad is going along. Then HE gets the front and I have to ride in the back - not fair at all. Anyway, after the car moves for awhile, we're at a parkplace. We get out and Mom gets us all ready; she puts on her shoes that are sort of yucky, gets some bags for scooping, and if Kaleb is with us, he gets his long line hooked on. The park places aren't all the same. One of them has big trees and water that moves along beside the trail, but we're not allowed to go in it; there's a fence thing that stops us, but I've seen some of the furfaces sneak across for a quick bath. They usually get into trouble though. The trails in this parkplace often have really delicious appetizers set out just for us, I'm sure! Funny thing though, the human people aren't too keen on them and don't seem to like us picking them up, but some of us furfaces find them really quite tasty. Another parkplace has a big water that doesn't move at the end of the trail and sometimes we get to go swimming in it. The trail is wide and easy to walk on, but doesn't have anything to nibble on except for grass. There's one part down near the water that often has a really interesting smell; some pups like to roll in it, and that really gets their people upsetted. Two times we've posed for big group shots in this parkplace - once in the warming time when a bunch of flowers were pretty, and once in the falling time when there were a lot of leaves on the ground. The other place that has a big water is really, really busy. We're always having to stop and let "runners" go by. When our people see runners coming, they call out, and we all have to move to the side of the trail and either sit or stand and wait until the runners have gone by. Sometimes they stop and talk to us or give us a pat, but other times, they just go on by. We meet lots of other dogs in this park too. Most of the time they're nice, but sometimes they're not. Sometimes they're really afraid of us too... I guess it's because we're quite a pack when we're altogether. A few days ago, we got to go to a completely new place. We were checking it out for the Trail Blazers. It was a long car ride from my home, but once we got there, it was worth it. The trail was nice and wide, with lots of really big trees around. We could see cars part of the time, but felt safe because there was a fence protecting us. We saw a couple of other dogs, but that was all. One part had some moving water, some quiet water, and a whole bunch of those bright yellow flowers that smell kind of funny. It looked like a pup could get a really good mud bath if he went in for a closer look at them - we didn't bother. We spotted a few birds and I think Kaleb saw one of those squirrel things. Apparently the human people liked this park too 'cause I heard we're going back again. We've got some other places we go too, and then there are those walks I go on when I don't have to go in the car first. I'll tell you about them another time. And, I've also heard a rumour that we're going to go on the Blossom walk again like we did last year. HRH Trouble (athlete with attitude)
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Coming soon to the Woof The Woof is very pleased to announce that it has acquired the services of the CDO (aka Buddy) of the Accent Inns. Buddy will be submitting articles about the Inn since it is after all, Dog Friendly!
Phydeau Phun After reading Jennie's report about her dog, the teacher said, "This is very well done, but don't you know how to spell Chihuahua?" "I do," the girl answered timidly. "I just don't know when to stop."
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Monty's Movies 
Under the Tuscan Sun Starring Diane Lane, Sandra Oh, Lindsay Duncan, Raoul Bova, Vincent Riotta. Rated PG13: Sexual Content and Language. Approx. 143 Minutes. "Under the Tuscan Sun" is a movie about an American woman recently divorced, who goes on a 10-day tour of Italy. While on the tour, she takes a risk and impulsively buys an aging villa in this foreign country. Then while restoring her villa, she uncovers a second chance at life and discovers unexpected surprises, laughter, friendship, and romance. ruffff... Monty
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Woofs of Wisdom Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog.
Did You Know? Your dog's sense of smell is almost infallible, and dogs are used by various law enforcement agencies to sniff out bombs, drugs, and other contraband. They are even being used in cancer research to detect cancer in a person.
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Swift's Books "Why Does My Dog Do That?" Goran Bergman And from the last issue: Thanks to those of you who gave it a try.
Pheline Philosophy Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.
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The Purrrrrrr We felines have always had the knack of making friends outside of our species. It's not uncommon for a cat and dog to be friends. I'm a purrrrfect example. My very best friend is my dog, Trouble. We play tag together, we sleep together, we share toys, and we even eat together. My predecessor, Mocha Coffee, had his own dog too; her name was Mischief. When my Mom moved to where she lives now, Mocha and Mischief came with her. The first thing they did when they were allowed outside together was go calling on the neighbours. No fooling... they went up to the doors and made noises until someone came out. Aunt Jessie and Uncle Gary had a couple of dogs at that time, and they weren't too keen about Mocha moving into the neighbourhood. When they tried to chase him away, Mischief got in between to protect Mocha - good friends like that are valued. But I'm a bit worried about the choices the modern generation is making. Loyal readers have sent me two stories concerning cats and their friends; I'd like to share them with you. The first is Tigger. Tigger is a three year old frisky feline who lives in Victoria, Australia. Being the typical cat that he is, he refrained from associating with anyone until he met his soul mate - Annie, a two year old mare. She and Tigger bonded immediately when they first met and have formed an incredible attachment. Tigger even sleeps in Annie's food bin. 
(thanks to Joanne & Monty for this contribution) Then there's Fluffy. Fluffy lives in the foothills of Alberta, and usually lives a purrrty normal existance for a cat. But one winter, he happened to be outside just as a moose came mooching along. Being "cat" Fluffy knew he had nothing to fear and didn't run; the two visited for a bit until the moose wandered off again. Sorry, readers, we never heard anything more about this pair. 
(Pix courtesy of Three Winds Ranch) Yep, we felines are purrrty remarkable. I'm sure there are other wonderful 'tails' out there; send them to me Cleocatra |
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