We walk through white, wispy clouds of stuffing and study myriad holes chewed into each of the four doggie beds that lay about Little Pup Lodge. The Master of Disaster is back.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Dog o' the Week–Milo
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We walk through white, wispy clouds of stuffing and study myriad holes chewed into each of the four doggie beds that lay about Little Pup Lodge. The Master of Disaster is back.


We walk through white, wispy clouds of stuffing and study myriad holes chewed into each of the four doggie beds that lay about Little Pup Lodge. The Master of Disaster is back.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Dog o' the Week–Mozzie
Found wandering the streets of Watsonville by Animal Control, the
ancient Chihuahua finally found a warm bed and regular meals at the
local shelter. The intake exam revealed that Moses (as the staff called
him) was blind, had lost most of his teeth, had a very bad heart and
some unknown bronchial infection that left him with a rather unpleasant
smoker’s hack. He also seemed to suffer from neurological damage since
he stumbled and swayed like a drunken sailor when he walked.
Moses. What kind of name is that?
Labels:
CAPE,
chihuahua,
foster dogs,
hospice,
little pup lodge
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Doors of Perception
With the holidays behind us and business in its January doldrums,
remodel fever has gripped Little Pup Lodge. The first project: Replace
the front door that imploded during winter rains.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Dog o' the Week - Phinney
We be lovin’ that Phinney; he gets some doggie daycare at Little Pup
Lodge Monday through Friday while his mom goes to work. A purebred
cocker spaniel, the four-year-old has the typically mellow personality
common to this breed. Unless a dog of that breed has inherited the
unfortunate “Spaniel Rage.” This is a very real disorder and I have seen
its destructiveness up close and personally. Seemingly serene and calm,
the spaniel will suddenly snap and attack another dog, child or
whomever is handy. Their eyes glaze over and when they snap out of it,
appear to have no idea what they just did. Some behaviorists guess that
it is a form of epilepsy.
A very happy Phinney.
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