For some reason, Mocha loves to lie down with his legs spread eagle on the carpet. It’s like he’s rubbing his junk on the rug. (Shagging the shag… carpet? Nyuck nyuck nuyck.) Maybe it feels good? A form of doggie masturbation, perhaps?
Bet you’ve never heard those two words together before. Doggie masturbation. That would be a good name for a band.
Whatever the case, I feel like I should shampoo the carpet now.
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After returning from the dog park, we found a tick on Mocha’s head today. He must have picked it up from the grass or something.
As soon as we found it, we looked online for some ways to remove ticks. Here is the method that we followed:
We were able to remove the tick from Mocha successfully with these steps. I couldn’t tell if I had all of the tick though. The little bastard was so engorged on Mocha’s blood that I accidentally squished it as I pulled it out. It looked like I had its head, though I couldn’t tell for certain.
I also heard that these tips could work too, though I haven’t tried them yet:
Those alternatives sound easy enough. I’ll give them a shot the next time we find a tick on Mocha. If you try them out, please let me know if they work or not. Thanks!
Rowr! Woof woof woof. Woof woooof woof. Rooowr!
Translated from Dog:
Ahhh! Nothing like a good stretch first thing in the morning. Feels sooo good. Streeetch!
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Whine whine whine. Whimper whine whine. Whimper whimper whimper. Whine whine whine. Sniff sniff.
Translated from Dog:
Where’s Daddy going? Why is he leaving me behind? Why didn’t he take me with him? Is he going to come back? Sniff sniff.
P.S. Gee, get a load of the Natural Balance Dog Treats by the window. Nice product placement, huh? That was totally unintentional. Honest.
Today, Mocha learned a valuable lesson. Don’t agitate pit bulls.
At the dog park, Mocha can be a rambunctious fellah. He loves to run around so much that he’ll either chase other dogs, or incite them to chase him. It’s kind of funny to see. He’ll run around or paw at a dog, then leap away and look back to see if the dog is going to chase him. If the other dog doesn’t, he kinda makes a long face, then looks for another dog to incite.
Unfortunately, he hasn’t yet learned which dogs will put up with his crap and which dogs won’t.
We hit the big dog park today, just to mix it up a bit. Mocha can play a little too rough with the small dogs. Since he’s faster than most of them, he often overtakes and tramples them into the dirt. So I thought he needed to meet some big dogs.
The big dogs are usually faster than Mocha. So right away, he learned how the small dogs. How’s that dirt taste? Payback’s a bitch, huh boy?
Most big dogs are generally pretty chill, more so than yappy little dogs. I wonder why that is. The smaller the dog, the more insecure he is. Seems to be a general rule in the dog world.
When Mocha began agitating this large pit bull, the pit bull ignored him. “Go away, little one,” he seemed to say. But Mocha was relentless. He kept pawing and leaping away, pawing and leaping away. He even playfully snapped at the pit bull a few times.
Snapped? Nuh uh. Homey don’t play that.
The pit bull turned to face Mocha. As Mocha leapt away with a goofy grin on his face, the pit bull started after him. Oh boy, a chase! A short-lived one at that. The pit bull quickly caught up with Mocha, cornered him by a fence, and bit him on the neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, just hard enough to take Mocha down and show him who’s boss.
“Told you to stop bothering me,” the pit bull growled. Mocha whimpered as he was dragged into the ground with his tail between his legs.
And that’s what you get when you agitate pit bulls.
Mocha’s got a girlfriend! Mocha’s got a girlfriend!
Over at the dog park today, Mocha couldn’t get enough of this gray female mutt named Princess. They were running all around the park together. Sometimes he’d chase other. Other times, she’d chase him. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me, so I have no pics of the bitch.
That’s right, I said bitch. Big whoop, wanna fight about it?
I hope Mocha gets to see his little Princess again someday soon. Those two were too cute. And maybe next time, I’ll have my camera.
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Rowr woof rowr! Woof woof woof. Bark woof woof. Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof. Rowr rowr rowr!
Translated from Dog:
Oh, how I love my FURminator! Daddy used it on me today. At first, I was scared. But once he started combing it through my fur, I fell in love. The long strokes scratched all of my itches, unhooked the knots in my hair, and gave me a nice massage. I even fell asleep while Daddy was using it. Oh I love it so!
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Yip yip yip yip yip! Yip yip yip yip yip! Bark bark bark. Bark woof woof bark. Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof.
Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof. Bark bark bark!
Bark woof woof. Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof. Snort!
Translated from Dog:
Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I made some new friends today! Daddy took me on a doggie play date, where I made two new friends: Melvin & Cabbie. Both of them are rescues too, just like me. And they’re bigger than me.
They love to wrestle and play, just as much as I do. Especially Cabbie. Boy he’s a lot of fun!
But you know what? I still dominated. Oh yea, that’s right I did. Booyah!
Today the sutures come out! Woo hoo!
Mocha isn’t as excited though. He’s licking his chops nervously. Something’s up. He knows it. Something potentially scary and painful. Something to do with his pee pee. (“Bad touch! Bad touch!”)
But don’t worry boy, everything will be fine once it’s over. The sutures will come out real easily, and then you’ll be able to go into the pool and the dog beach. Won’t that be fun! Woo hoo!
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Today was a big day for Mocha. Today was the day we went inside the dog park.
We tried to get into the dog park yesterday too, but Mocha seemed too timid for that social interaction. As we approached the park, he began barking wildly at the other dogs. This incited them to bark back. It was a total bark fest. A bark orgy. Barkstock, sans hippies, and lots of barking.
He seemed so uncontrollable that we ended up walking over to a patch of open grass elsewhere. With the leash still on, we ran him around in circles. The big goofy grin on his face told us that he loved that.
So today, I tried again. This time, I discovered that there are two dog parks – one for big dogs and one for small dogs. Yesterday, we were at the big dog park. The small dog park seemed like a better place to acclimate Mocha. So onward we went.
Mocha’s verdict?
He loved it. Parkstock, sans hippies, and with all the love.
There were just a few small dogs there. One of them loved to run as much as Mocha did. And boy does Mocha love to run.
He was apprehensive at first. His tail was tucked between his legs and he wouldn’t leave my side. There was lots of nervous barking too. But once the atmosphere calmed down, he started to socialize. Then he started to run. And run and run and run. Run Mocha run!
I imagine this is how parents feel when they see their kids at the playground, playing with other kids. A rush of pride swept through my bones. My grin matched Mocha’s. “Damn, I’m a good parent,” I thought to myself humbly.
As soon as we got home, Mocha conked the heck out. Collapsed right on the floor. Too bad I didn’t have my camera at the dog park. At least I got a shot of him sleeping blissfully, with happy dreams of running at the dog park.
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Mocha is a playful 1-year old 25 lb mutt we rescued from a local animal shelter. He loves to run, play, and eat. Don't you?
Mike is was the proud owner of this adorable little guy. We miss him terribly every day.
