Father’s Day is this weekend. I am honored to have the best dad¹ one could possibly hope for, not to mention a father-in-law I always enjoy spending time with who has never been anything but exceedingly kind and generous to … Continue reading Does Father’s Day apply to me if my ‘kid’ is a dog?
Katniss, my beloved four-legged pseudo-child, has it pretty good at our house. She’s spoiled worse than a Kardashian¹: Katniss sleeps on our bed, gets to play outside for hours at a time if she wants, is loved more than most people I know, gets endless cuddle opportunities with my wife and me, and pretty much is allowed to do whatever she wants as long as she doesn’t go potty in the house or destroy things. And we wonder why she’s so ornery. In short, I don’t feel bad for Katniss. She has better living conditions than probably most of the … Continue reading Happiness is a (not too) warm puppy: Dogs already have fur coats, so why give them clothes?
Within about five minutes of walking in our neighborhood recently, I heard Spanish and possibly Chinese being spoken. We also have several residents from India or … Continue reading My dog isn’t deaf—she just has ‘selective hearing’
So I got nominated for an award. Believe it or not, at least three people, not two, apparently read this blog. Those poor souls. “Tales of Tucker,” which I sort of consider as a sister blog to mine (though I’ve never actually told its author that), nominated me for the Blogger Recognition Award. According to the bylaws, I must: Thank whoever nominated me and include a link to his or her blog. Write a post and give a brief story of how my blog started. Give a piece of advice or two to new bloggers. Select 15 other blogs I … Continue reading I’m nominated for an award, but it’s shockingly not ‘Worst Blog Ever’
Loyal readers of my blog—meaning my mom and the other two people per week who stumble upon “A Guero and His Perro” in search results for “most corny blog ever”—know that my dog and the subject of this blog, Katniss, is a whiner. If she’s hungry, thirsty, wants to play, wants attention, wants to go outside, wants a walk or is bored, she whines. Katniss whines more often than the Cleveland Browns fail, more often than the sun shines here in Texas and more often than readers roll their eyes while reading my posts. You just rolled your eyes, didn’t … Continue reading My dog won’t shut up, but it’s a blessing
We were in San Antonio part of Saturday and part of Sunday, and we decided to leave Katniss at PetSmart’s Doggie Day Camp. She had been there before and seemed to enjoy it. She had been acting up a little last week—whining even more than usual and waking me up more than usual at night—so being sans Katniss for a day was good for my wife and me. Even though were leaving Austin to spend time with family for a bit, the trip would still allow us some quality alone time, which we don’t normally get as Katniss’ parents—though we … Continue reading My little pooper is pooped
Sometimes I’ll see dogs being walked with leashes hooked to their collars, and the dogs are often straining and choking worse than when the WWF’s “Million Dollar Man” Ted DiBiase would put an opponent in his signature sleeper hold, the Million Dollar Dream, when I was a kid watching professional wrestling on TV. It makes me want to smack them. Not DiBiase and his opponent—the dogs’ owners. Besides, I doubt DiBiase would take kindly to being smacked. I’ll try it and let you know what happens. Before Katniss came along, I vowed that when I got a dog of my … Continue reading Bonkers dog kept (mostly) in check with gift from my cousin
One of the first things my wife and I did when we got Katniss was get her spayed. Actually, the very first thing we did, if I remember correctly, was give her a bath because she smelled like a truck stop restroom. After she was spayed she had to wear one of those plastic cones around her head for a while (pink, of course) to make sure she didn’t mess with her stitches, and at times we were worried said stitches on her little puppy belly were coming apart. Ultimately, the surgery was successful. When I rub her now-adult tummy—she … Continue reading To spay or not to spay: Making big decisions for dogs feels like playing god
As far as I know, Katniss was born right here in Austin. I didn’t know her for the first eight weeks of her life, however, so … Continue reading Ohio native asks: My dog is a Texan, but am I? Readers bored as usual
When we picked out Katniss, the employee at the shelter told us said pooch was the “runt of the litter” as she was smaller than her … Continue reading Are you the runt of the litter? That may not be a bad thing
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