Talulah’s all dolled up and got her hair did for the weekend

June 7, 2013

A4523139-EditIn other words, it’s another episode of CatorDog!

In this episode of dress up your Pitbull/Boxer mix, we hooked Lu up with a wig and nighty … that she’ll wear while dancing the night away … or chasing the ball for hours.

I love the way the wind blows through her black locks while she runs 20 miles an hour.

This morning, I have a quick job with a new client. This afternoon, I’ll be back for some winning posts about absolutely nothing.

In the meantime, how can you resist that face!

 

 

 

 


It’s Wednesdog!

July 11, 2012

Well, hump a day of the week … it’s Wednesdog!

This week is brought to you by my neighbor’s brand, spanking new Great Dane named Cash. My neighbor just got back from a 6,000 (total) mile drive out to Idaho to pick Cash up and whisk him back to Chicago where he’s going to cuddle with her till the cows come home.

Cash is just 9 weeks old and weighs in at about 30 lbs. You can see below that he’s already gaining up on Talulah’s height.

You’d barely believe that little cash is still wobbly on his feet and has trouble navigating the stairs without looking like he’s going to tumble to the ground.

These photos aren’t fantastic. They were shot on my phone. But we’re working on scheduling Cash in the studio soon.

I hope he still has those blue eyes, because we’re going to make those things sparkle! And those paws! They are gigantic.

Happy Hump Day to you. Make sure you find something, a pillow, a doll, a pie, to hump before this day gets away from you.

Honk!


It’s Wednesdog!

April 18, 2012

This week’s Wednesdog is brought to you by my niece’s dog Bella.

Bella is an odd breed. She’s a mix between a Rottweiler, a Great Dane, a Lhasa Apso and a Venezuelan Kangaroo.

I’m not kidding.

Okay. I am.

Bella’s a Chichimunga Chihuahua. She loves eating, pooping, drinking water, and barking.

Apparently she likes to get her pink-blonde hair all over black blankets as well.

Can you tell I’m making this up?

My dad submitted the shot. I don’t have any age information.

She does love barking at me, though. That’s for sure.

Don’t forget to hump a stranger’s leg today and lick their face when they get mad.


It’s Wednesdog!

April 4, 2012

This week’s humping, sweet cheeks Wednesdog is brought to you by regular-reading dog lover Petursey and his sweet, sweet girl Molly.

Pete’s one of our many international readers who — if you didn’t know — has an eye and know-how for great photography and a penchant for keeping one of the cutest dogs ever.

I want to let Pete tell you the story of how he got Molly. It’s a great one:

The weird thing about Molly and me is that when I got her I never actually planned to get her. I’d made the appointment to go and see the breeder but was not sure about getting her as she was brindle ( I wanted a red Akita) and that she was the last puppy. When I got to the breeders I asked why she was the last pup and the breeder said there were two reasons…one that she’d been standoff-ish with everyone who came to see the other puppies and two the breeder wanted to keep her herself but her husband said No.. So she warned me not to expect much when she opened the doors….so I was prepared for a not very nice puppy. The breeder opened the door..Molly appeared saw me, looked in my eyes and flew across the room and onto my lap. Everyone looked on in shock and the breeders husband said ” Well someone made her choice it was like she had been waiting…I paid the money and came home with the best dog in the world… And the rest is history !

See! I told you it was great.

Don’t forget to brush between your canines today.

And hug a dog and hump a leg when you can!


Chicago pit bulls attack jogger

January 3, 2012

This story pisses me off. Yesterday, there were reports of a runner on South Lake Shore getting attacked by two pit bulls who mysteriously got loose. Article here.

“Shit!” I screamed. “That doesn’t help our plight!”

We struggle with people’s perceptions of the pit bull breed, because our Talulah is a pit-boxer mix. I train the hell out of Talulah for this very reason.

These two pit bulls attacked the jogger, who called out for help. They couldn’t fight off the pit bulls with fucking  baseball bats, so the cops had to shoot them.

The Chicago Trib ended their article with this paragraph (emphasis mine):

“The sad part is, joggers are interesting to dogs. A jogger is almost by definition appealing to a dog,” she said. “Our advice to anybody is if you’re out someplace (and a dog charges), you’re not going to outrun it so be as still as possible, don’t make eye contact and look down. If a dog is acting threatening, curl up into a ball and try to protect your internal organs.

Curl up in a ball and protect your internal organs? Holy shit.

I’m not pissed off at the dogs. It’s not the dogs. It’s the owners. The goddamn owners probably kept the dogs in the yard full time. Pits are smart, and they need exercise. If you coop them up, they will get out and get their run on. The pit bulls were so desperate to play fetch, they grabbed the first thing they saw that was moving.

That owner should get more than fined. 

On New Year’s Day, Tina and I watched a rerun of a Dog Whisperer episode about two pits who couldn’t get along. In one scene after months of Cesar’s work, they brought the pit in question to an open space to meet with other dogs. The pit attacked another pit bull. It latched on to the pit’s mouth and would not let go.

They are a strong breed. That’s for sure. They are a breed you should take seriously, but a well-trained pit bull — some believe — is one of the best family dogs you can have.

Here’s another paragraph in the article:

“The problem with (pit bulls) is not that they are bad dogs. The problem with the breed is people get them and don’t socialize them and don’t take them for training and they’re strong dogs,” she said. “The reality is we need to hold people responsible that if you get a dog, you are responsible for everything that happens.”

Training and socialization is key. It’s definitely re-invigorated my effort to find new tricks and ways to make Talulah even better behaved.

I mean, Jesus, if you saw our Christmas card, you can get an inkling of understanding that Talulah is well behaved. Most of those shots are purposefully commanded.

I didn’t do a ton of takes. I got what I wanted and edited.

Talulah is a star.

There are a lot of stories about bad parents who shouldn’t have kids … but this is a story about a dog owner who shouldn’t own dogs.

Thanks, asshole, for perpetuating a stereotype that the rest of us good guys have to put up with.

 


It’s Wednesdog!

October 12, 2011

This week’s Wednesdog is brought to you by … surprise … Talulah looking cute while suffering through the 12.5 hour drive from NC to Chicago.

Her face is the exact same face I have when someone talks about Gee Oh Dee.

Like father like dogger.

Here’s a bonus pit bull image I saw in the Internets for your viewing pleasure.

 


It’s Wednesdog!

June 8, 2011

Happy Humpday, all you K9 and not so K9 lovers out there.

You know what time it is?

It’s Wednesdog Time!

Yes, I’m finally doing one first thing in the morning.

Today’s Wednesdog is brought to you by regular-reader and blogger George W. His mop with legs dog’s name is Ferris. Check out this slide show of Ferris and George’s description to follow.

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Ferris is a Border Collie/Black Labrador cross who is almost seven years old.  Although he used to be a rambunctious dog, hip problems have slowed him down the last year or so.  He still enjoys the outdoors, and you can’t keep him out of the water.  Brayan, my oldest son, named him after Ferris Bueller, which was his favorite movie at the time.  Ferris is an expert child herder, he has kept the last three babies safely away from the stairs and in the confines of our back yard.  He likes to bark and growl, but he is the biggest suck around new people; often not leaving their side if he gets petted once.  These photos are the before and after of our regular spring haircut, where he goes from lab-ish collie to collie-ish lab in about an hour.  I really prefer him shaved, but feel bad in the winter if he doesn’t have his coat.

Don’t forget to check out George’s blog, which turned one year old today. This post is a conversation explosion … if you’re into that kind of entertainment.

That reminds me. I forgot to tell you to wish Le Café Witteveen a happy birthday in May. Oh well, no one ever remembers the second birthday. We’ll set our sights on birthday #3.

 


Pups-a-licious

February 11, 2011

Meet Lulu and Oliver.

Lulu is a four-month old Great Dane. You may have seen her once before. And Oliver is a one-year old Long-haired Chihuahua.

I’m honking your tonk.

Oliver is the ruber-band-i-est boxer I’ve ever met. He’s so sweet.

There are a lot of things I’m critical of about these shots. They didn’t turn out as well as Talulah’s last night. But they were okay.

Bon appétit.


Peanut butter Talulah time

October 27, 2010

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Time for an update about Talulah, eh?

Talulah’s doing great. She’s come a long way in a couple months.

One of the things that has bothered me was a touch of separation anxiety. She got over us leaving the house fairly quickly. At first she’d bark barks of death and destruction. Now she’s cool. We can leave for hours, and she’s fine. She loves her crate and often goes in without us telling her.

However, when we’re at home and I would leave the room, she couldn’t stand it. She’s finally to the point where if I get up to fill my water, she’ll stay until I get back. She no longer has to watch me pee (the perv), and she’ll let me water the plants without dying to come outside.

She’s come leaps and bounds while walking on her lead. She’s still not there. But last night I took her around the block, and she stayed by my side for the most part. It helps that she was exercised, of course. While walking, she gets excited by little birds, other dogs, or if we near the bar where I play pool. Otherwise, her head is up and she’s proudly traipsing along beside me.

Her main tricks are sit, laydown, shake and high five. High five is the newest trick. Our friends taught their dogs to “dance” which we’ve started doing too. It’s hard because it requires teaching the difference between jumping up and being asked to come up.

She’s only allowed on furniture if we ask her. And she’s only allowed off the deck’s first step if I let her. If she’s on the porch alone, she’ll stare off into the distance without any barrier holding her back from running away. I love that.

The one major thing we have to work on is “drop it.” Yesterday, we were at the dog park and another dog owner came in and threw a ball with a squeaker inside. Talulah will not drop some toys, and this is one of them. I had no treats with me, and she was ruining this guy’s ball. We tried and tried to pry her mouth open, do that trick where you roll her skin over her teeth. She was clamped down and no authoritative figure could change that.

Something interesting keeps coming up. On walks, people have asked me if she’s a red-nosed Pit. I’ll say, “I don’t know. I mean, I guess she has a reddish/pinkish nose.” Just yesterday these bratty kids asked me, “Is she a red-nosed pit?”, and I made a mental note to look it up.

I researched it this morning, and it seems to be a myth in some communities to say a pit is either red or blue. Check here toward the bottom of the page for more info.

She attracts a lot compliments wherever we go. “She’s beautiful.” and “What a great dog.” and “You must be an awesome person, because you have an awesome dog!”

Honk.

I’m the proud papa of a red-nosed pit bull boxer named Talulah.

 


Talulah at Challenger Bark

September 17, 2010

Like almost every day, yesterday we took Talulah — our sweet-ass pit bull slash boxer — to Challenger Bark, the dog park near our house.

Here’s 41 seconds of sweet T-dog and T-love playing.


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