Blatherings of Boredom

explodingcat: I think . . . and this might be hard . . . but I think it would be good to not act horrified at diaper time. I'd hate for the baby to pick up on the disgust.
krasota: *blank stare*
explodingcat: I mean, we don't want the urchin to associate our visceral reactions with zirself.
krasota: I'm generally not horrified by diaper changing. (Yes, there are exceptions.)
explodingcat: Yes, but I would be.
krasota: You pick up the dog's poop.
explodingcat: Yes, but his poop is just really nice.
krasota: *dies with laughter*
krasota: *continues laughing as boy goes on about nice, firm Jericho poop.*
jericho_the_dog: *runs over to boy for pets and reassurance as I continue laughing*

Pope Jericho would like you all to watch a small public service announcement presented by Professor explodingcat.

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Jericho is seven years old as of June. We adopted him from the Indianapolis Poodle Rescue. The first 30 days are provisional, but we know we want to keep him. He's happy with us and we adore him. Unless boy has an anaphylactic reaction, this dog's ours.

If I get up and walk around the house or the yard, Jericho follows me. In the car, however, so long as the engine is running, he will sit patiently in the back seat, even if we both get out to pump gas and wash the windshield. He's content to be in our car and he adores car rides. Sometimes he sits and looks out the window, sometimes he lays down and stares at whoever is driving, and sometimes he just rests and sticks his head up onto the center console, wanting love. He behaved exceptionally well all day yesterday.

He loved my parents' big yard, but he seems happy in ours. Ours has lots of smells and interesting plants and places to hide his ball. He adores to play with large plastic balls--he plays a sort of one-dog soccer.

He likes leather couches and he seems to enjoy our picture window. I might have to try out nail caps if he decides he needs to bark *out* the window, but he's pretty good right now. When he's not playing, he alternates between resting on the couch (his head on the arm rest) and sleeping on the hardwood floor in the hallway, where he catches a cool breeze and can watch boy work. He really seems to enjoy watching people work. He supervised the carpet layers at my parents' house and he keeps inspecting Tom's code. He might get his doggie MBA yet.

I can tell we'll have to work with him on obedience and separation anxiety, but those are really minor issues in the long run. He's happy and healthy and very alert and active. I have a few minor doggy-proofing things to do in the house (childproof cabinet locks in the kitchen).

We don't crate him at night right now--he's happy to sleep on a pile of blankets in our bedroom. We keep the door closed (window AC) and I removed valuable stuff (platypus, walrus, great-grandma's pillow) from the floor. I'm going to make him a large pillow today if I can ascertain that egg-crate foam is synthetic, not natural (rubber latex). I'm relatively certain it's polyurethane, especially the cheap stuff. If so, I'm going to go to big lots and buy a cheap roll or pad, then come home and sew.

He's a very sloppy drinker. Boy claims we can just mop the floor after Jericho drinks his water. He might be right. At least the kitchen has vinyl flooring, rather than hardwood. ;)

explodingcat says Jericho has turned him into a dog person. Sure, Jazz (redzshadow's chihuahua) helped a lot, but I think my boy has fallen for this gorgeous dog.