my dog forest: Hawkeye puppy

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Monday, October 11, 2010

Why Forest can’t have nice things…

A few weeks ago, I was picking Forest up from doggy day-care when one of the vet’s assistants pulled me aside. “Forest had a little incident today,” she said, and immediately I’m thinking ok, either he got humped by another dog or ate poop again. She must have saw the growing panic in my eyes and quickly explained that it was nothing serious, just that Forest had somehow slipped off his collar and turned it into a chew toy. The Hawkeye collar was officially destroyed.

Luckily, the vet/doggy day-care place also sells pet’s supplies so I bought a new, non-Hawkeye collar (thus preventing Forest from riding home naked). I thought about getting a snazzy purple one, but thought Nick might consider it too feminine for his manly-male puppy. I finally decided on a respectable blue/yellow plaid collar (with a lifetime warranty).

As I was paying for Forest’s new bling, the vet’s assistant got a closer look at our puppy’s rabies tag and casually mentioned that she would just go ahead and get a new one of those as well. Remember that post awhile back about Forest’s bad habit of chewing on his tags? Well, let’s just say that the problem has yet to be resolved...

So now the puppy has a new collar and a new rabies tag…which he is quickly destroying like the others.

As a side rant, how many tags does one dog really need? The first tag Nick and I bought was a name tag with an emergency phone number engraved on the back. Then the vet gave Forest a rabies tag. Then we had to get Forest licensed with the city and they gave us another tag (supposedly they’ll ticket us if they ever catch Forest without it). And finally, when Forest got chipped, the micro-chip company sent as yet another tag so if the puppy ever got lost, people would know Forest had a chip and should be scanned. Are we really expected to clip four freaking tags to our puppy? Makes me wonder how many tags other dogs are wearing…

Monday, April 12, 2010

Forest's Hawkeye Bandana

Forest is an Iowa Hawkeye puppy at heart, but as I've mentioned before, Nick and I are not fulfilling all of our responsibilities as Hawkeye parents. Yes, we've spent oodles of money on food, boarding and classes, but Forest is seriously lacking in Hawkeye merchandise. Luckily Nick spotted this Hawkeye bandana for sale at the vet's office. And total bonus, proceeds go to charity! (I don't remember which charity but it had something to do with animals, in a good way, so yay!)

The collar slips thru a hole in the fabric so no matter how much the puppy may struggle, it can't come off. *evil laugh: Muu haa haaa haaaa haaaa!*

I was worried Forest would freak out while wearing it, but surprisingly it doesn't seem to bother him.

"How do I look from this angle? Still adorable?"

"Yep, I'm totally rocking this thing."

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Tough Puppy

Forest is a tough little shit. Does he freak out when the aloof, neighborhood German Shepherd bolts into our yard with a clear-cut path to my little puppy? Nope, Forest stands his ground and barks like a cranky old canine, "Get off my lawn!" Luckily, he has yet to actually engage another dog in real battle, so I've only observed his fighting skills when he's playing with other dogs. But if he's as serious about fighting as he is about playing, then man, the other dog is fucked.

Our friends Adam and Jessica have a boxer named Vinny. This dog is incredibly sweet but completely oblivious of its size. He won't think twice about lumbering onto the couch for a quick cuddle.

Sorry Vinny, but size does matter and you are not a lap dog.

Last month Adam and Jessica invited us over to their house to watch the Iowa Hawkeyes beat ass in the Orange Bowl game. I tried to be a good fan and watch the game, but I was thoroughly distracted by Vinny and Forest.

Those two went at each other practically non-stop for two hours. It was hilarious.

Forest fought dirty too. I found out he's an ankle biter!

Our friend Dave also brought over his dog Paddy, but Forest and Vinny wouldn't include him in their doggy games.

Vinny had a unique fighting strategy. Every time Forest attacked from behind, Vinny tried to sit on my puppy.

Forest is just a big dog who's conveniently trapped in a small dog's body.

Kinda hard to watch a football game when you got this type of ruckus between you and the TV.

"I will eat your foot."

I'm not really sure what Forest is doing in this picture, but Vinny looks concerned.

Forest went home a very happy puppy.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Fuzzy Photo of the Day

Forest snuggled in-between a couch cushion and our Hawkeye pillow.

"What? I'm comfy, leave me alone."

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Puppy's First Christmas – Part Three

The final round of Christmas gifts increased Forest's inventory of Iowa Hawkeye stuff from zero to four items. I know what you're thinking, we're terrible parents for not having provided Forest with Hawkeye apparel before now, and I totally agree with you. I could try to use the excuse that none of the stores around here sell Hawkeye stuff, especially Hawkeye stuff for dogs, but the fact that almost every room in our house contains a computer that could be easily used to order Hawkeye stuff online kinda screws me.

My favorite, the Hawkeye collar. Now Forest can strut his stuff in style.

Matching Hawkeye leash.

Sometimes his hair gets so long that it hides the collar (several of the pics in my previous post illustrate how long hair can transform him into Hippie puppy) so this leash helps reaffirm that this is in fact, a Hawkeye puppy.

Portable, collapsible, waterproof Hawkeye bowl.

When traveling with the puppy, we no longer have to waste paper bowls or ask our nice hosts if Forest can drink out of their dinnerware.

And finally, the Hawkeye blanket.

Actually this was a present to me from Nick's mom, but Forest has been hogging it. Puppy needs to learn to share.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Puppy Nap

Apparently Forest didn’t find the Iowa/Indiana game as exciting as I did (GO HAWKS!).

We went over to a friend’s place to watch the game last Saturday and the hosts were nice enough to let us bring the puppy along. Everyone loved Forest, like “Can we keep him?” love. I think we recruited 5 new eager puppy-sitters that day. Luckily Forest got really worn out playing with everyone, so I didn’t feel as guilty for sticking him in his crate early that night and going to some Halloween parties.