Keep Your Dog Off The Furniture

keep your dog off the furniture
  • Furniture + 2 is the most recent EP released by American post-hardcore band Fugazi. It was recorded in January and February 2001, the same time that the band was recording their last album, The Argument, and released in October 2001 on 7" and on CD.
  • Large movable equipment, such as tables and chairs, used to make a house, office, or other space suitable for living or working
  • A person's habitual attitude, outlook, and way of thinking
  • Small accessories or fittings for a particular use or piece of equipment
  • furnishings that make a room or other area ready for occupancy; "they had too much furniture for the small apartment"; "there was only one piece of furniture in the room"
  • Furniture is the mass noun for the movable objects ('mobile' in Latin languages) intended to support various human activities such as seating and sleeping in beds, to hold objects at a convenient height for work using horizontal surfaces above the ground, or to store things.
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  • must be up to date with all their vaccinations. This is very important as he/she will be in constant contact with many other dogs.
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41/52 - a room above a busy street
41/52 - a room above a busy street
I had a whole spiel planned to accompany this photo, but due to much delay in typing it all out, I've forgotten my point! This was the first week I had my new ultra-wide lens, and I wanted to do something unconventional with it indoors. Since I avoid flash photography (at least until I can get a decent external) and my apartment light fails, I got the idea to shoot some pictures in the building stairwell (if this could even be considered that; stairwells make me think small, circular, rounded stairs but I guess it's a general term.) We have two separate stairs actually, on either end of the building, and these aren't the proper ones to use because the access doors lock from the inside. The first floor has an alarm, so I guess these are technically the fire stairs, but they run along my side - actually right behind my kitchen. There's an exit into the alleyway, which is what this window is facing into, so forgive my misleading title - there's not much of a street down there, let alone busy. The other, normal stairs don't have that. When Hike was younger, I used to have us go up the stairs after a walk if he misbehaved and/or pissed me off in any way; usually this meant he refused to go to the bathroom, but occasionally he upped the ante and would decide to go selectively deaf while loose - forcing me to chase him around for 20 or more minutes so we could go home (and usually I would be in a hurry or it was freezing cold outside... once he got both points checked.) It was always more of a punishment for myself since I think it was easier for him to bound up the stairs than it was for me. I'm not sure why I started this ritual, but it made me feel better. I guess the physical activity of climbing up 5 stories calmed me so I wouldn't take out my irrational annoyance on him. After all, dogs will be dogs. We're the ones that set them up for success, or failure. Hike was a good puppy, but of course he had his moments of rebellious fits. He was exceptionally easy to housebreak, especially considering I do live in an apartment, on the 5th floor, and the only way for him to get outside took minutes at best - an eternity for a full puppy bladder. I was prepared for the stubbornness of a northern breed, but I lucked out with his trainability - in most cases, he was as quick to learn and eager to please as an aussie (and not the least bit picky when it came to treats.) What he did keep from his husky roots was the uncanny ability to find destructive ways of amusing himself when left to his own devices. The first time I allowed him to stay uncrated in my room while I ran to class for 3 hours, he cleared the bookshelves, tore up the sheets, ate candy off the desk (wrappers and all, luckily nothing lethal!) and was working on my leather footrest by the time I got home. Soon after, I noticed he was very passive aggressive. If I ignored him too long, he'd disappear somewhere and cause trouble... Usually this happened while I was watching TV. It started with him eating my wallet (luckily I rarely keep cash, but my credit cards did have puppy teeth marks on them for months until I put in for replacements.) Later, he did a number on the wood floorboards and a (very expensive) rug while I was sitting not 15 feet away... My golden retriever destroyed his fair share of furniture (and a wall) as a puppy but he had one major thing going for him - his breed. I knew he would grow up into a good dog. I didn't have that same assurance with Hike. Many huskies I've encountered will be resigned to crates when unsurprised for the span of their lives. I started mentally preparing myself for the fact that I would never be able to trust my dog to be loose, home alone. I'm not against confinement in general, but it was saddening to think I wouldn't have a cold nose and a wagging tail to greet me first thing at the door. (Also, although he's hardly a suitable watchdog, I preferred him roaming the apartment free in case of an intruder.) Then, somewhere after 7 or 8 months, my crazy mischievous puppy became a well behaved dog. Not to say there weren't a few slip ups after that marker... and not to say he doesn't stuff his head in the trash to this day, even though he knows he shouldn't... He's still totally insane, still loves to be naughty... He won't sulk around and eat your shoe if you're not paying attention, instead he'll run around you in circles barking until you get up and play with him. But once you do, once he gets it out of his system, he'll curl up on the couch alongside you and enjoy the rest of the movie... I wouldn't have believed it a year and a half ago but when I look at Haiku now I wonder how I could've ever doubted him. I got myself a good dog. We both just had to realize it. Photo stuff, uhhh. I don't even remember what I did with this. Natural light, then Photoshop to darken out the background and fix the color a bit. For the actual shoot - Hike's got an "up against the wall" trick that's really
Ursa, 1994-2008 She was a great dog. If they're lucky, all dog owners say the same thing. I want to leave a few words here about the life of a companion I loved. Half pure bred Doberman, half big black dog. Given the ears on Ursa and her twin sister Maxine, their mother must have been a lab mix. I got them when they were eight weeks old from the owner of Podhalanka Restaurant, at Division and Ashland. I'm thinking of her now when she was younger. Black, 85 pounds, all muscle, big triangular Rottweiler head, big chest, tapered waist. When she walked, her body swayed, with her left shoulder going back and left haunch coming forward at the same time. She startled plenty of people who didn't look at her ears or otherwise see the Lab body parts. She was identical, except in color, in most every way to her litter mate, Maxine. Maxine was/is the friendly one, Ursa the bad guy, at least to strangers. She'd walk right up to you and rub her ears on the insides of your shins. Smack into your legs with that big head. Hello. I miss her. They slept outside in a doghouse I built, until the neighborhood got better and I didn't worry as much about people breaking in. In the worst weather the two of them were out there with just straw and each other to stay warm. I apologized a long time ago to the dogs about it. After they permanently came in for the night and once I was no longer married, they started sleeping on half of my queen bed. It's nice to have a warm body next to you. She could run. Before they started cracking down on dogs off-leash at Montrose Beach, c. 1998 or so, I'd take them out there to run around. I remember throwing a tennis ball as far as I could and seeing Ursa take off at a dead sprint, leaping and stretching to get the ball right at the height of her jump. Another Sunday morning, when it was really foggy, I remember the two of them staying in a prone position on my command while I walked a short distance away. Their heads turning exactly the same way as they watched me. The colors were like something out of a Kodachrome commercial. The wet green grass, the fog obscuring anything beyond 100 feet, the sound of the waves, and two nearly identical dogs resting like sphinxes. She had bad luck with her health. Chronic yeast infections in her ears that ultimately made her deaf. Two and a half years ago I found a golf ball sized tumor inside her mouth on her lower right gum. It was removed, but came back. With the reassurance of the vet, I decided that it would be worth trying a mandiblectomy. He cut out the front right quadrant of her lower jaw. She was miserable for a month. Even after she taught herself to eat and drink with her rebuilt mouth, the food and water were sprayed everywhere. She kept on going. Amazing. To compensate for the missing part of her jaw, she'd move her mouth all the way to the side of the water bowl, using the side of the container as a way to keep the water from escaping. In the last couple of years, her muscles started wasting away. In particular, all the muscle mass from the top left side of her skull disappeared. She also went blind in her left eye. In the past few months she'd really slowed down. Two weeks ago, she stopped eating for a week. Losing her balance, unable to walk up or down the stairs. Even after she inexplicably started eating again a week ago, she still struggled; I made and canceled a series of appointments to have her euthanized. I was hoping for the best. It didn't happen. In the past few days she'd repetitively walk in circles, bumping into walls and the few pieces of furniture I have. Goodbye Ursa. April 21, 2008

keep your dog off the furniture
keep your dog off the furniture
Scientific Explorer Pamper Your Dog Science Kit
Scientific Explorer: Pamper Your Dog Kit. This exceptional series of home science kits is based on the nationally recognized Great Explorations in Math and Science (GEMS) program pioneered at UC Berkley's Lawrence Hall of Science. Acclaimed for excellence as a teaching resource. Take care of your dog and your dog will take care of you!. This package contains 12-3/4 Oz. doggie cupcake mix, .5 Oz. carob powder, 4 dog cards, 4 markers, 6 cupcake liners, 1 dog brush, 1 bar of glycerin soap, 1 metal ring, 1 sheet of shrink plastic, and an activity guide. Recommended for children ages 8 and up. WARNING: CHOKING HAZARD-small parts. Not for children under 3 years. Made in USA.