Learning Stairs

Poor Mr. Pibbs. My parents have a flight of stairs and no elevator.

Looks like someone is getting the point of going down stairs after much coercion.

The Mirror

Pug puppies and mirrors.  What I was expecting is pretty standard for pugs:

Mr. Pibbs, though, just doesn't care:

So while this may be a little less entertaining, this just means that Mr. Pibbs is a much calmer pug than others.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that!

Long Day

Bath time again

Today was a day we decided to play in the mud in the cold. So we had to get a bath afterwards...

The resulting picture shows how much we liked that.

Bones!

Today Mr. Spoiled (i.e. Mr. Pibbs) received a 3-pack of bones in the mail, since I needed a few other items from Amazon.  He really didn't know what to do with these at first.

Eventually he calmed down and figured out how to chew on his bone.  If I knew that this is all that I needed to dissuade his insanity, I would have purchased 20 of these teething bones when I first got him.  Now I can finally work at the computer for a bit without Mr. Pibbs giving me guilty eyes.

Now he's figured out how to chew his bone...

Right now he really loves the blue dental bone.  I'm a little wary of letting him really chew on the edible bone, so I try to play with him when he has that one.  But this blue dental bone is honestly keeping him entertained for hours at time--I really no longer matter when it's blue bone playtime.

... and now he cannot stop. At least he's not chewing the furniture.

Mister Pibbs goes to work

Mr. Pibbs went to my work yesterday. He received a lot of love from my coworkers, which made work not such a bad place for him.

Hiccups

I finally caught a video of Mr. Pibbs hiccuping.  He's really quiet when he does it, but he does make a little noise.

Mister Pibbs would like to say...

Hello!

Tapeworm

Alright--no photos of the actual tapeworm (I promise).  But I noticed some rice-like things appearing in Mr. Pibbs' crate after he would sleep there overnight.  I didn't think anything of it, since I recently washed and dried his bed.  It wasn't until yesterday when he was starting to have unpredictable BMs that something had to be up.  His final yield for the night produced part of the culprit--a tapeworm.

I'll admit at this point I didn't know it was a tapeworm, so I thought it was a lot worse than "just" a tapeworm.  So I called the vet this morning and took him in for an appointment, along with a few poop bags and the "rice."  The staff at the clinic, once they got over the fact that the famous Mr. Pibbs was coming for a visit, got a good laugh after me admitting that I felt weird a) talking about my dog's poop, and b) then giving them a bag of dog poop.  Needless to say, the vet looked at the worms and the dried bodies of the worms (the rice-like items in the crate) and knew instantly that Mr. Pibbs has tapeworm.

Fast-forward to lunch, Mr. Pibbs gets spoiled and now gets to have a mixture of his usual food along with Dave's 95% premium chicken wet food so that we can give him the Panacur powder and know he's eating it.  Honestly, I have never seen him happier with the challenge of emptying his food bowl.

Mr. Pibbs, actually enjoying his medicine.

Update: So apparently I don't know how to feed a dog canned dog food and I fed him way too much. He's happy with his normal dry dog food, so I need to try to stick with that the best I can.  Poor guy.

Mr. Pibbs refusing to finish his second day of the tapeworm course.

Bathtime!

Last week, Mr. Pibbs was smelling a little like a dog--causing the apartment to also smell a little like a dog.  So I had a little help in bathing him.  It was really hard to keep him calm in the tub, so it took two people to actually bathe him--one to do the bathing and one to keep him calm (and sneak a few photos).

This is the Mr. Pibbs before getting completely wet.

As you can see, he still moves fast in the tub.

All said and done, I am really impressed with the CVS dog shampoo that was picked up for me.  It is a ginger-oatmeal scent, and the smell still has lasted a week.  Definitely dogs are more spoiled with their bath products than I remember from my childhood.

Sleeping Pibbs

Enjoy some photos of the sleeping Pibbs

Speaking of Clothing...

The people who gave us Mr. Pibbs gave us a hat that he "likes" to wear.

Obviously his head has grown since we got him

Mr. Pibbs is begging us not to put this on again.  Obviously it's time for more items to be bought in its place...

Clothing

It's getting cold here in Chicago so I had to go to the pet store last night and buy some extra coverage for Mister Pibbs.  I bought something a little more temporary since he will still be doing a lot of growing over the next few months:

He wasn't too satisfied when he first tried it out.

He's a little too short for his PJs at the moment, so he had some adjustments at first.

And then he started working on his pathetic face to try to get out of these earlier.  Unfortunately he has yet to realize that this backfires and just makes him look cuter than normal

Head tilt Pibbs

Today I was goofing off with Mr. Pibbs

I wasn't really whistling any song in particular.  Just trying to keep his interest.

The food bowl

Mr. Pibbs must have known that I had my camera out and I was going to write about him eating.  Because two seconds before I took this picture, he stepped on the rim of his bowl.  This resulted in the bottom of the bowl and his face meeting.  And the resulting photo is below:

"Stop taking pictures of me while I'm eating!"

Of course since he's a pug, he went right back to eating rather than being too scared of his bowl.

Mister Pibbs and Kong

Whoever created Kong toys is a genius.  Finally Mister Pibbs is agreeing.

Some more photos

Crate Training

Because of how comfortable his crate pad is, this is usually what happens when I put him in the crate:

And as a result, the few times that I have tried to get him used to being awake in the crate:

Lately though, he's become a bit more relaxed.  We have him up to about 5-10 minutes of me in the other room before you start hearing him get anxious.  Granted he enjoys sleeping in his crate or watching me cook or clean the kitchen from the crate--as long as the door is open.

First day home = pooped

What I was expecting on the drive back from Indianapolis to Chicago with Mr. Pibbs:

What I actually received:

A sleeping Mr. Pibbs.  (I will avoid lap shots in the future, but we were in a car)

We did stop at the local pet store to get a new collar, and he was paraded around the store while I received a lesson or two from the store owner.  But after that, he was pooped again. He went straight into his crate (without any coercion except Gator and Moose being placed in there):

"You expect me to eat, right NOW?!"

I was a bit disappointed because I expected a tornado to rip through my kitchen last night.  Instead I had a dog who pees in the yard wherever placed and willingly goes into his crate.

This morning the only noise he made was to go outside again.  Then he chased my feet around as I was cleaning the dishwasher in my long kitchen.  After that and breakfast, he cannot even stay awake to play with his ball:

Intro photo

Introducing Mister Pibbs!