‘Fuller House’: Did anyone else notice the fake puppy? And why wasn’t Comet Jr. Jr. spayed?

My dog, Katniss, the subject of this increasingly infrequent blog, is, aside from her incessant whining and barking, a beautiful, funny, smart and sensitive dog. One regret I could possibly have regarding Katniss is that she’ll never have puppies to carry on her, um, “legacy” of constant kisses, “protecting” our house with barking night and day, a penchant for snuggling and seemingly endless energy. But my wife and I did what the animal shelter and Bob Barker told us to do: We had our pet spayed to help control the animal population. Apparently that doesn’t apply to some television dogs. … Continue reading ‘Fuller House’: Did anyone else notice the fake puppy? And why wasn’t Comet Jr. Jr. spayed?

Dog switches from whining to barking to issue nighttime demands; my sanity slips into danger zone

Sometimes, especially when we’re young, there are movies, and then there are MOVIES—ones that change how we view the world and perhaps alter the course of our lives, if we’re susceptible to that sort of thing. I was/am¹. It was 1986 or so, and 6-year-old Andy saw “Top Gun²” with his parents at a family friend’s house. This was when having a VCR was a big deal, and people rented movies from stores. Sometimes the store ran out of copies of the movie you wanted to see. My younger readers, if there are any, have no idea what I’m talking … Continue reading Dog switches from whining to barking to issue nighttime demands; my sanity slips into danger zone

Wild child Katniss turns 2; yes, I celebrate my dog’s birthday

I’ve heard that some parents are so in tune with their kids that moms and dads can pick out the laugh or cry of their child from among a crowded room of children. I think the same could be said for dog parents. Out of a rowdy PetSmart holding room in which there must have been dozens of dogs, I could immediately discern Katniss’ howling and whining as I went to pick her up from doggie day care today. Then again, she’s so loud and wild that Beethoven, even his current state—as in dead, not to mention deaf—probably could have … Continue reading Wild child Katniss turns 2; yes, I celebrate my dog’s birthday

I’m nominated for an award, but it’s shockingly not ‘Worst Blog Ever’

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’

Who let the dog out? Katniss runs away, sort of

The thoughts come and go, and they’re vividly terrifying—almost paralyzing—yet highly unlikely to occur, just like nearly all of my worries: What if something happens to my dog, Katniss? What if I can’t be there if she needs me? What if she runs away and doesn’t want to come back? Are we keeping her against her will? I think the reason I worry so much about her is because she is totally dependent on my wife and me for survival, and we raised Katniss from when she was a baby—well, she’s still a baby; we raised her from an 8-week-old … Continue reading Who let the dog out? Katniss runs away, sort of

My dog won’t shut up, but it’s a blessing

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

My little pooper is pooped

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

I’m wrapped around my dog’s paw, and it’s so sad

When I am at home, there is basically not a moment, even when I am sleeping or using the bathroom, that my dog, Katniss, is not more than a few feet—usually mere inches—away from me. My dog and I have been inseparable since the day we adopted her, and life seems impossible without my pup—even when, through her whining, she is occasionally the most annoying living being in the world, aside from Sarah Palin and Oakland Raiders fans. But I’ve had dogs before, so I had somewhat of an idea of what I was getting into when we adopted a … Continue reading I’m wrapped around my dog’s paw, and it’s so sad

To spay or not to spay: Making big decisions for dogs feels like playing god

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