Cooter LaRouge

the dog…

Dogue de Bordeaux – A Meta Analysis of Being Part 1

The more you get to know your Dogue – yes Dogue de Bordeuax, the more you can begin to know yourself. Your limitations, expectations, your level of awareness ~ Are you self aware?

What can a Bordeaux teach you about self awareness?

Take for example the mad-morning rush – let’s say you are a mom of 3 and you are eagerly trying to get ready because you overslept, the kids overslept, the husband overslept. Aha, beginning to see the situation? I’m sure you can relate on some level – here you have to be somwhere -OK a meeting and you are LATE. You quickly feed the kids, the coffee brews, you actually fit in a shower, the kids miss the bus, you are feeding the dog, the dog bowl is full of water.

__________Wait – did I say the dog bowl = FULL?

___________Not with a Dogue de Bordeaux – you just don’t do that – did we forget our own water dispensing process here?

__________The dog has been waiting all morning for that water – all morning – he drinks to his delight and then, as you turn to pour your little cup of coffee he walk right behind you and -oops – he just bumped into me -yes, he just fully bumped into me, from behind, with a completely wet, drenched face (his height is about level to my – well, use your imagination). And Yes, as you can predict he is now full on drooling and wagging that tale because he is super excited that you are hanging out in the kitchen, its play time! And then, the dreaded slobber, he shifts, he shakes, and those lovely strands of congealed drool go flying everywhere, your daughter screams because it lands on her, and there you go, now you have to change your daughters outfit too.

But it is love, and you love your Dogue de Bordeaux.

Did I mention we all made it to work and school?

So what does this have to do with being self aware?

Did I remember to breathe?

The Crows and My Bordeaux

It was about 8am and a blue jay was snipping little pieces from the dog bowl… grabbing and flying, grabbing and flying… crows pecking bit of bread from the neighbors feeder directly into our backyard… I began to realize why Cooter digs holes in various spots in our backyard. It is instant reward. He digs… find bread… eats… and digs again. I was not concerned when I first witnessed the crows hiding food in our backyard. But now… and while this might seem off-topic, now my son has sprained his ankle, again. He sprained his ankle from tripping on a hole in the backyard. While I realize that Cooter digs out the larger more spacious holes for cool ground in the summer – it is these smaller holes that are serious tripping hazards, which are directly from the the dog digging out the stored food from the local crows. So, with a little digging on my part, I piece together this bit about the dog holes and I think I uncovered the root cause as to why my dog digs the smaller holes. Forget about the theories your vet may have told you – I’m onto something!
Side Note: I think I know why he occasionally vomits – that stored bread must be old!

The Stand Off… Dogue de Bordeaux and Bee

For those of you who haven’t heard of a dog-bee stand off… it is basically when dog thinks he’s got the bee to play with. The bee thinks she’s got the dog to sting… So they basically both stare at each other, and dog thinks new friend… and pats the bee, the bee maybe stings the dog, the dog still not too sure what to think… lays and waits for the bee to make the next move, it’s been fun… and then… well, in this case, the dog patted the bee a little too hard.

Yep, I like to mess around with the bees. And apparently neither one of us was giving up – this guy and I stared for a long time. Bee lays upside down here, but was still breathing. For a while I was really rigid – maybe I was stung. But I wasn’t giving up the fight – the stand off was mine – I was going to win it.

How to train your master!

Here I give a quick blurb on how I’ve trained my “master” to chase me around the dining room table (yes, the table that gave me great canine teeth pleasure). Not only does she chase me around the table, she even tries to talk me through my shoe obsession. She thinks she has me trained by “command” – eh, she talks too much. I think I am the one training here. So now, since I’ve exhausted myself by running around the table I get to relax into a state of slumbering, drooling, bliss…

I found Dogue de Bordeaux art on etsy.com

Seems like the etsy search engine is rockin’ today…

by the way… Cooter is not affiliated with etsy.com, and this is not an advertisement either – it is a screen shot

Tangled up

Basically we are having tangeld up emotions here. For example, the mom of the house would write this if this was her blog:
technically I don’t have to run or work out in the morning: wake up, get tackled by 3 kids, go downstairs, empty dishwasher, load dishwasher, make pancakes, let dog out, see dog vomit, clean dog vomit, break up excessive sibling fighting, hide the wii, finish brewing coffee, clean more dishes, clean another spot of dog vomit, … let dog back in… sigh… now I can eat, oh wait, seems like dog wanted my pancakes, dog back outside,… now I can eat… “Mom, I want another one” more sibling arguments… ahhhh finally eating my breakfast, drinking my coffee, phone rings… OK so I’ve saved money on not having a gym membership, but where is my sanity!

Now, if it were me, I’d say… “uh oh, tummy hurts, need to go out… OK I’m let out… too cold and really strong winds outside, I want in. I’m back in, OK where should I vomit? The couch or the floor? I chose the floor. Geesh, mom should be happy” Then yes, I do try to reach over to the center of the table for the pancakes. Sorry… they smell good. This time when I’m let back out, I shake off the slobber before I come in.

Maybe they are training me to shake my slobber off of my jowls before I re-enter the house? I don’t know, but it worked this time.

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Slobercini by Mom

I know – you’ve heard it before. Dogs drool. The french mastiff drool far exceeds any boundaries. I had my lunch prepared for me from my children! It was homemade fettucini with a sauteed combination of sun-dried tomatoes with garlic – it look DEVINE! Along comes Cooter to greet me at the counter, so happy to see mom because I was at work for a few hours… Shake, shake… slobber flies towards my plate as it to be in slow motion – I cannot even predict this to happen, the strand of coagulated slobber glides ever so fast and wraps itself around my fork, as if to mimic a piece of twirled up fettuccine.

Shopping: Dog Owner Etsy Sellers

Thank you because you love your dogs! And you are part of the handmade market ~ and we love shopping handmade.

by ACollectableCachet.etsy.com

by 3pooches.etsy.com

by MySerenityWay.etsy.com

This a sample of our thanks, randomly featuring Dog Owner Etsy Sellers by Cooter LaRouge. These sellers elected to be listed as features on our Dog Owner Etsy Seller list.
This dog (or his blog) is not affiliated with etsy or etsy.com. ehem