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Random Animal Observations

August 29, 2012

Observation #1: How to Drive a Dog Nuts

If it’s Cooper, the best thing you can possibly do is stand in a room in which the only dog toys are a stuffed ostrich and a Kong and tell him to go find the ball.

Go find the ball, Cooper!

Go find the ball!

He ran around the room, sniffing and whining, only to return to me again and again and start whimpering and barking. I thought he was smart enough to figure out that all he had to do was run up the stairs and grab one of the 10 balls available up there.

Apparently not.

Observation #2: How to Drive a Dog Nuts that Drives a Human Nuts

My dog is scared of only a few things in life:

  • Tarps that move erratically in the wind
  • Those inflatable holiday lawn ornaments that move erratically
  • The sound of bubble wrap being popped

Yep. That’s right. My dog, who loves nothing more than to bite on squeak toys (the louder, the better) until I swear my ears are going to bleed, is afraid of the noise that occurs when you pop bubble wrap.

I saw it first when he was about 6 months old, but I thought he’d grow out of it.

Apparently not.

On the plus side, I now know when I really want to freak him out, all I have to do is open a box I’ve received in the mail.

Observation #3: Silly Cat = Happy Cat

Today, I read an article about how to tell that your cat is happy. Most of it I expected — purring, chirping, head butts, tail and ear position, etc. What I didn’t know was that when a cat plays, it’s another sign that the feline is happy (I figured it just fulfilled some natural feline need to hunt).

If that’s the case, Zoey must be the happiest cat around.

When she’s not sleeping, my smallest cat is generally finding any little thing with which she can play:

  • Pens
  • Keys
  • Paper
  • Boxes
  • Window blind strings (that one got her into trouble more than once)
  • Cat toys
  • Catnip toys
  • Other cats
  • Balls
  • Packaging materials
  • Dog toys
  • The dog

I adopted her when she was about 5 months old and I thought she’d eventually grow out of this phase. She’s now — by all estimates — just over 2 years old and still playing like she was when she was a tiny kitten.

In other words, apparently not.

Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Zoey during one of her infrequent rest periods.

Another angle of Zoey. Doesn’t she look so sweet? Yeah … just don’t let her near your window blinds.

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