Snoopy's Story

So, I said I was going to tell the Snoopy story and why we got the crate. I didn't get a chance to go home and resize the pictures, so just to warn you, these pics will take a while to load until tomorrow.

Anyways, so Snoopy used to be Marc's dog. He got him back in 1998 or 1999, I don't remember. When Marc moved out of his parents house to an apartment, he couldn't take Snoopy with him, so he stayed behind with his parents. When Marc's parents moved to Elk Grove, they took Snoopy with them and he kind of became their dog.

Over the years, his weight blossomed, mostly due to eating lots of people food. When we dog-sat him one time, Marc weighed him, and by my recollection he was about 80 pounds. Snoopy is a beagle-cocker spaniel mix.

Some photos I took when he was here:

When Marc's dad passed away, Snoopy came to our house. We put him on weight maintenance food, a cup a day. And like Bandit, no people food.

In two months he's slimmed down quite a bit. He has a waist now! His breathing is easier, and he can get up the stairs now without trouble. He still has weight to lose, but we're definitely making progress.

Him today:

You can click on that last picture for a larger version to see what's exactly in the background.

Last weekend, we left the dogs inside because it was raining like crazy. We keep Snoopy in our guest bedroom with a baby gate across the door because we don't trust him yet in the rest of the house when we're not home.

So that night we went out. When we came home, the carpet in the guest bedroom was completely torn up in a few places, and the door frame was chewed, and the guest bedroom was a mess.

And that's why we got the crate.

Last Night

We watched "Lost" last night - great episode. If you haven't been watching this show, come to our house and catch up on our TiVo. ;)

The only other noteworthy thing happened when we got home from work. Marc called down from upstairs, "Bonnie...where's Hammy?"

Apparently I had left her cage open the night before when I went to feed her, and she was not in her cage.

My thoughts immediately went to the cats, and if I'd noticed any blood or hamster bits on their mouths.

We started looking around the guest room, and luckily enough, I found Hammy snoozing away in the corner of the room, behind a bunch of junk we had stored there. Whew!

What's amazing is that her cage is up fairly high, so it must have been a long jump for her to get down on the floor like that. Poor Hammy.

I got to start reading some of the Jon Katz book I bought. I want to get two more border collies and a farm now.