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I spoiled one of my Christmas presents (hee) so Martin gave it to me early (HEE!).
I've been begging to get Suki DNA tested for basically her whole life, and obviously I started begging for Reese too once we got him, and finally - FINALLY - they are getting done.
(I think this has a lot to do with the testing no longer being hundreds of dollars.)
The results people get are sometimes hilarious so I don't know how seriously I can take them, but I don't care. I'm expecting something like, "your dogs are part bulldog with some other crap thrown in" rather than a specific 50% lab, 50% pit, or whatever. The company says they look at mixed breed dogs as a product of their genes, not their breeds.
I just want to know if Reese has any herding dog in there.
Anyway, I know this interests absolutely nobody, but I am so excited! Reese...not so much. After I took his first cheek swab he lunged at Kiki and tried to start a fight. I suspect that his second swab might contain Shiba Inu DNA.
In further dog news, Kiki has high cholesterol and is going on a low-fat diet. I'm sure she is thrilled.
Kiki did really great in her first click-a-trick class. Her second class wasn't as good because a new student came. The dog? Pretty cool. The owner? The kind of guy who talks on his cell phone in class instead of listening to the trainer and/or working with his dog. A Self Important Asshole, yay. He also brought along his daughter and ignored her the whole time, so the little girl kept wandering over to Kiki and trying to pet her, which Kiki didn't like and made it nearly impossible to get her to do anything. She finally started perking up and jumping over a stick, but then the little girl scooted over until she was all up in Kiki's personal space and then Kiki was just done. Ugh, I was so irritated.
I've also found NO time to practice with her (I could be doing it now, I guess, but whining is like, imperative in my world) because this week has been full of cat rescue adventures. I finally got a chance to sit around and not do anything today but I promptly fell asleep. I do love to nap, but now I am awake and I've wasted so much of my do-nothing time! Also, I have to clean my house because people might be coming over tomorrow for kitten leukemia tests. I saw this done recently and there is blood involved and I will never, ever be able to do it. I pin the cat down and just close my eyes. *shudder*
Little Rascal the foster cat got an antibiotic shot yesterday and has been puking a lot. I don't blame him because antibiotic shots make me puke too, but nobody has to clean my barf off of cat towers or couches or carpets. I hope this shot works for him and clears his shit up because I want to post a photo on Petfinder of him in a reindeer hat. I could do it now, I guess, but somehow I don't think a cat with snot crusted all over his face would be cute, even in a reindeer hat. He's a great kitty. I just wish more people liked black cats.
I asked what I should name the newest kitten on Facebook and just like here, Vork was the only name to get more than one vote. So, Vork it is! I expect him to get snatched up tomorrow and that is totally fine with me because he's cute as hell. I want him OUT before I fall in love. I hope that I can start clearing out my fosters faster because I get so fucking attached. Both Darla and Little Rascal (siblings of Alfalfa, of course) are going to be very hard to let go.
My foster wall is on its third column of names now. It feels like there have been a lot more.
( Foster Wall! )
I've been begging to get Suki DNA tested for basically her whole life, and obviously I started begging for Reese too once we got him, and finally - FINALLY - they are getting done.
(I think this has a lot to do with the testing no longer being hundreds of dollars.)
The results people get are sometimes hilarious so I don't know how seriously I can take them, but I don't care. I'm expecting something like, "your dogs are part bulldog with some other crap thrown in" rather than a specific 50% lab, 50% pit, or whatever. The company says they look at mixed breed dogs as a product of their genes, not their breeds.
I just want to know if Reese has any herding dog in there.
Anyway, I know this interests absolutely nobody, but I am so excited! Reese...not so much. After I took his first cheek swab he lunged at Kiki and tried to start a fight. I suspect that his second swab might contain Shiba Inu DNA.
In further dog news, Kiki has high cholesterol and is going on a low-fat diet. I'm sure she is thrilled.
Kiki did really great in her first click-a-trick class. Her second class wasn't as good because a new student came. The dog? Pretty cool. The owner? The kind of guy who talks on his cell phone in class instead of listening to the trainer and/or working with his dog. A Self Important Asshole, yay. He also brought along his daughter and ignored her the whole time, so the little girl kept wandering over to Kiki and trying to pet her, which Kiki didn't like and made it nearly impossible to get her to do anything. She finally started perking up and jumping over a stick, but then the little girl scooted over until she was all up in Kiki's personal space and then Kiki was just done. Ugh, I was so irritated.
I've also found NO time to practice with her (I could be doing it now, I guess, but whining is like, imperative in my world) because this week has been full of cat rescue adventures. I finally got a chance to sit around and not do anything today but I promptly fell asleep. I do love to nap, but now I am awake and I've wasted so much of my do-nothing time! Also, I have to clean my house because people might be coming over tomorrow for kitten leukemia tests. I saw this done recently and there is blood involved and I will never, ever be able to do it. I pin the cat down and just close my eyes. *shudder*
Little Rascal the foster cat got an antibiotic shot yesterday and has been puking a lot. I don't blame him because antibiotic shots make me puke too, but nobody has to clean my barf off of cat towers or couches or carpets. I hope this shot works for him and clears his shit up because I want to post a photo on Petfinder of him in a reindeer hat. I could do it now, I guess, but somehow I don't think a cat with snot crusted all over his face would be cute, even in a reindeer hat. He's a great kitty. I just wish more people liked black cats.
I asked what I should name the newest kitten on Facebook and just like here, Vork was the only name to get more than one vote. So, Vork it is! I expect him to get snatched up tomorrow and that is totally fine with me because he's cute as hell. I want him OUT before I fall in love. I hope that I can start clearing out my fosters faster because I get so fucking attached. Both Darla and Little Rascal (siblings of Alfalfa, of course) are going to be very hard to let go.
My foster wall is on its third column of names now. It feels like there have been a lot more.
( Foster Wall! )
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