curious about cats

cat, cats and dogs, curious, dachshund, dog, friends, house sitting, life, pet sitting


During my housesitting adventure this last week I took the opportunity to introduce Ellie to cats.

She had been around them before but not for a prolonged period of time. Last week she spent 3 days and nights with two cats. Happily, she's not any worse for wear.

She's mostly curious about them. Mr. Peanut did hide in the basement the whole time but FiFi was in the living space with us. Neither cat has claws so I was not worried about them scratching Ellie if they did happen to get unhappily close to each other.

Ellie and FiFi would have a stare-off from across the room and if FiFi budged then Ellie would charge toward her and bark. She wasn't aggressive, but it would always surprise FiFi and she would hiss and yowl at Ellie and run away. Ellie would totter back to the couch pleased with herself.

Whenever Ellie would get within three feet of FiFi she would hiss and arch her back and Ellie would stop where she was, always reaching her sniffing nose as close as she could.

When FiFi would vacate her space on the couch or under the table, Ellie was quick to go over and sniff the entire location and then watch FiFi saunter away.

The last day I stayed at the house I was able to get Ellie on one side of the and FiFi on the other side of me so I could pet them at the same time. That's as close as FiFi would get without yowling, though she remained cautious and eyeballed Ellie the whole time.

And FiFi did jump on the bed in the middle of the night, but when Ellie poked her head up out of the covers she jumped down.

Ellie just wanted to be friends with the cat, is that so horrible?

adventures in running

April Fools', boxer, dog, dream, ipod, Kanye West, life, run, running, salt lake city, Utah

Recently I started running again.  It's much more fulfilling, enjoyable, and stress releasing this time around.  I think I'm finally in a place that the whole process has become enjoyable and not some hideous chore that's miserable, stressful, demanding, and exhausting.

Much like trading a bad relationship for a good one.

After work these days the weather has been nice enough, read: over 40 degrees, to go for a run in the neighborhood.  There's a two mile stretch, an out-and-back, that does my body, mind, and soul good.  And it keeps me off the busy main street I live on.  It takes me up a decent hill, through a neighborhood, and passed 3 churches of different denominations.  Utah is quite the religious place.

So I was running this route, the sun was shining but there was a chill breeze that made my ears hurt.  I was on the second stretch of the out-and-back, meaning the back part, coming up on the downhill stretch before I turn the corner and cook it back to the apartment complex. I had seen the couple walking their dogs on the other side of the street but didn't pay much attention to them except to notice that both dogs were boxers and they were leashed.  No big.

As I near closer to them, the dogs notice me.  I'm not super worried because, like I said, they are leashed.  I keep going along on my side of the street, aware that they are there, but focused on my steps, breathing, and Kanye West singing angry words in my ears. As I come even with them, I see out of the corner of my eye the dog move suddenly.  I focus my attention there, but don't break stride. 

The owner of the dog didn't see me, or hear me apparently, because I see him let go of the leash.  And that could be my overreaction, the dog certainly could have caught the owner off guard and got away.  Either way, there is now a big boxer dog running at me.  I'm freaking out. I remember dog training class and stop running to turn and face the dog.  Now it's the dog's turn to not break stride and he leaped right on me. So the dog and I are on the ground, my elbows are skinned up, my head hurts, I'm trying to get this dog off of me, I'm yelling, my butt hurts from landing on it, the owner is yelling and running across the street I hope to rescue me before this dog eats me.

And I wake up.  With the sweats, gasping for breath, with a sore throat.

Yep, dreaming.

And you wonder why I'm afraid of boxers.

Happy April 1st everyone.


she likes going for walks

blizzard, dachshund, dog, fetch, she said, spring, walk, weather, wiener, wiener dog, winter


The weather is starting to turn a bit nice.  Except for the next couple few days.  Storms coming and going as is typical for spring.  So when the weather is nice enough, and when the wind doesn't have a bite, we go for a walk.  Not a super long one, but for 15 minutes or so.  She really likes it.  Which makes me feel a bit guilty for not continuing to walk her in the middle of winter in a blizzard when it's 20 degrees out. 

Oh wait.  No I don't. 

Especially since she's caught on and enjoys a rip roaring game of fetch.  She makes a mad dash around the apartment a few times, then runs up and down the hall bringing back the squeeky giraffe before she wanders close to me and collapses on the floor next to me.  

With her short little legs, floppy ears, and wiggling tail she makes me laugh everytime.

She one of the best things to have ever happened to me.