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Tales from the Rumpus Room

First snow flurries this morning. It was a cold and windy walk with Trygvi. He didn’t seem to mind, but it’s probably time to get the snazzy plaid dog coat out.

The couch remains as warm and cozy as ever.


We always had a terrible time getting Grendel to take pills, until we hit on the peanut butter-bologna roll-up: a dab of crunchy peanut butter on a strip of bologna, with the pill rolled up inside. Anything less and he’d daintily pick the pill out and eat the good bits. It even had to be crunchy peanut butter: smooth wasn’t adequately concealing.

When Trygvi needed a round of antibiotics for a skin infection (boxers: no fur on the underneath, and prone to allergies and the resulting infections), we quite naturally started out with the same system we’d used for so many years with Grendel. But it’s a lot of work, so one morning I tried just a dab of peanut butter. Right into the boxer! Trygvi: not so particular.

The other night I was feeding the dog bits of butternut squash. It’s good for them, and he loves it. So I figured that would be a good pill-enhancer. Yes, the first pill+squash blob combo went right in. He got ahold of the second wrong, though, and pulled the squash off of the pill, dropping the pill on the carpet. But before I could go for the pill and fetch the peanut butter, he leaned down and snorfled up the plain unadorned antibiotic.

Um, yeah. I guess we don’t have to worry about getting pills into him.

Then there’s the velocikittenraptors, who are HUGE. They’ve completely recovered from their recent surgery with no problems, and their spotty little tummies are once more covered with fur, if not the full fluffy glory yet. (Tummy spots of DOOM!)

I went to bed with my hair braided last night, and in the middle of the night they made off with the hair tie (under the guise of snuggling). But they very considerately left it in the water bowl so I’d see it in the morning,

Everything goes in the water bowl. The other day I found a nickel and a wine cork. I didn’t think they were old enough for drinking and gambling, but obviously I was wrong. I’m most curious how they managed to pick the nickel up, and how long it took to get it into the bowl.


Next project: continuing the boxer-kitten introduction. Don’t you think they’d look cute snuggled up with an up-side-down dog?

2 Comments on “Tales from the Rumpus Room”

  1. #1 Tami/Brigitta
    on Nov 8th, 2013 at 9:38 pm

    Your link to the Bog Butter caused a FB friend to squee in delight when I shared. My foodie scadian friends gobbled it up. ;-)

    I share another friend’s blog –

    She lives with a houseful of dogs and cats. She’s also an amateur photographer, so there’s lots of photos of them. I give that warning in advance. ;-) She has Poco the senior dog who insists on cleaning cat ears. There’s also kitten Fizban, the Maine Coon Cat that insists on snuggling with Haku the border collie. So a future of your kittens and boxer snugglig is possible.

  2. #2 Laura
    on Nov 9th, 2013 at 12:18 am

    The water bowl stories crack me up!