Ok, so on Tuesday I posted my entery for the Mango Minster 2012 in the Cracker Dog category. Now, my third qualification was that I dig gigantic holes in my couch, but I didn't have any photo evidence because my mom would not take pictures of the holes. However, a lot of you wanted to see my work.
So, while mom and dad were out of the house, I recruited Brookie to help, and I took pictures myself. Now. Let's start with a photo of our couch BEFORE I decided it was a great place for holes.
(that says NO HOLE UNDER MY BUTT)
Now..... what my couch looks like NOW!
See that hole sneaking on the right side??? Yep.
Bone fits perfectly.
Chew n' Stash.
Somethin' look funny to you? Looks perfect to me.
*Note, dark spot on left is a blanket, not a deep dark hole of doom.
See the cushion on the left? There's supposed to be one on the right.
NOT ANY MORE!
Another sneaky hole
This is some more of my work.
Now, before we had the sectional piece,
we had this love seat and a similar couch.
Looks normal, right?
BUT WAIT!
Move those cushions, and what do you find?
a MINI hiding spot!
And the mega momma of all holes!
Hey, Brookie... I might have left a bone in here!
Ah, I love admiring my work.
Want to know the funny thing??? When mom and dad were out and Brookie and I took these pictures... can you guess where they were???
SHOPPING FOR A NEW COUCH! But, they said I won't get my NEW couch for another month. I can't wait to make more holes!
Oh, and if you're looking for a professional couch hole maker -for any reason, foodable hide-a-spots, hole for perfect butt comfort, area to put annoying foster sisters... YOU NAME IT! I'm your man. So just call 1-888-GOT CORBIN. Estimates are free, by appointment only.
I, Corbin Monkey W (this is my full name, so you know I mean business), am a cracker dog.
This is my entry into Mango's Mango Minister 2012! Check out all the fun here! I missed out last year, so I'm super excited to get my entery in QUICK!
My first Qualification... Although I am an American Mutt, part of my Muttiness is an American Pitbull Terrier - and being part terrier means I'm qualifed to be a cracker dog.
My Second Qualification... I do zoomies for LOTS of reasons. These reasons might be qualified as "no apparent reasons" to others, but running zoomies through the house because my stuffie tried to bite my face... now THAT is a reason to me. Running crazy zoomies through the yard because the grass tickeled my... well, my you know... THAT is a reason to me! Doing insane house zoomies because a doggie on the TV barked something funny... now THAT is a reason to me! Doing super fast and forceful zommies through the house because mom and dad are sleeping... now THAT is surely a reason to me!
I'm the darker one... who looks like he's in fast forward about 45 seconds into the video.
Emmtt is the poor soul on the other end of my craziness.
My Third Qualification.... I dig gigantic holes just for the fun of it... and to hide foodables. Well, now. I don't dig those holes outside... instead, I dig them INSIDE! I make holes in the couch so I can lay more comfortably. I make holes in the top of the couch so I can be at a better level to look out the window. I make holes in the seats of the couch so I can hide my foodables in there until a more appropiate time to devour their delishiousness. And, here is my reason why. IF large holes are dug outside.. they may interfer with my zoomies and play time. IF large holes are dug outside... if I hid my foodables in there, I will not be able to retrieve them whenever I wish because the momma would have to let me outside to get them. IF large holes are dug outside, that would be time wasted from outside zoomies. So, I dig my holes inside.
(Mom refuses to take pictures of the holes in the couch...)
My Forth Qualification... I shred stuffies, paper, boxes, peanut butter jars, ice cube trays, zucchinni's and anything else my mouth can reach. I also chew tables, couches, money, toilet tissue, moms slippers and my crate.
My Fifth Qualification... I most definitely find it necessary to fling myself at the door while yapping my head off whenever someone comes to visit. I mean... if you're coming to MY house, obviously you came for kisses and hugs from yours truly. Plus, if you're an intruder that is not welcome... well then, no kisses for you. But you better be scared of my BARK!
My Sixth Qualification... My legs are most definitely spring loaded, allowing me to poke my snooter into human eye sockets, noses, mouths, etc, even when the that said human is standing up right. Now, they are most definitely just as excited to see me. And they shove their hands all over my coat, so I have the right to shove my nose in their face. For this qualification, I do not have pictorial evidence. However, I have recruited some of my previous nose shoving victiums stars who would like to give their testominal to my case.
*Please note, names have been changed for the safety of my loyal fan club.
Case 1: Ms. Schmooter. I had just arrived at Corbin's grandpaw Jack's house and was grabbing myself a bite to eat when Corbin came upstairs. He instantly went cracker and ran around the upstairs of the house. When he finally slowed down to let me pet him, I was remarking on what a handsome boy he was when he suddenly jumped in the air and shoved his nose right into mine! I was stunned for a bit, but after further examination, there would be no long term bruising or breaks.
Case 2: Grandma Tutula. I had just arrived at Corbin's house to take his parents out to dinner. Corbin immedietly came running to the door as I walked in and threw his body at me, paws flying everywhere. His nose went right into my eye socket, leaving my vision a little blurry for a few minutes.
Case 3: Grandma Loverly. Corbin had just arrived at our house and was enjoying himself while running cracker in our yard. Our of the corner of my eye, I see him running towards me, full speed. About 3 or 4 feet away from me, Corbin leaps into the air and comes flying at me... nose headed directly for my mouth... and that is infact where it ended up. There was a little bleeding from where my tooth cut my lip from the inpact of his mouth. However, there were no longterm injuries and no hurt feelings. Corbin just loves to give kisses, anyway, anyhow and anywhere.
My Seventh Qualification. I go CRAZY at the mention of a tennis ball. And for good measure, also a baseball, soccer ball, football, basketball, squeeky ball, soft ball, lacross ball or hockey puck. Although cracker for my array of balls, I do behave rather nicely waiting for the dad to throw it. I know if I go cracker on him while he has the ball, he will put our game of fetch to a halt. So I wait until he throws the ball to go all cracker on it. Sometimes I make flying leaps in the air to catch it, sometimes I catch it shortly after it leaves dads hands, and sometimes I make sliding catches for the ball. It's been rumered that the officals in MLB are thinking about scouting my extreme abilities.
Since I've provided you with my 7 Qualifying qualities... I will now present you with some other antics that make me a crazy cracker dog.
Not only do I do zoomies on land, but I do them in water too!
And by car!
And then, to relax and get less crackerish... I like to enjoy a ice cold keystone.
And because being cracker all the time is quite exhausting... I like to sleep in strange positions that only cracker dogs sleep in.
And sometimes the momma likes to pretnd she's locked my cracker butt up! BOL!
Ok... so I've been holding back on some news regarding one of my former foster sisters.
Well, if you are new to the blog or don't remember Oreo... Here's a quick recap. Oreo was a local owner surrender that we took in earlier this year, March 27th to be exact. Oreo had some anxiety issues when she first came to us... she was super missing her family and always paced and whined and stared out the window waiting for them to come back. Mom had a behaviorist come over and help her and dad to work with Oreo because they weren't really sure what to do to help her. Ms. Nancy, the behaviorist, gave them some really great tips and told them I was a crazy dog and Oreo was so much better afterwards.
Mom and dad went on a mini vacation to Baltimore at the end of April and Oreo stayed with another foster family. She went to clinic that Saturday and a family decided they wanted to adopt her. Mom even took 10 minutes to talk to them on the phone to make sure they understood Oreo was not a perfect dog and that they would need to work with her and give her time to settle in. The guy assured mom they had difficult dogs before and they really liked Oreo and they would work with her. Heather and Charlie (the foster home she was staying at) also spend most of the adoption clinic talking to them about her. So, after hearing it all, they adopted her that Saturday. Sunday was Easter and mom and dad flew home that morning. Mom picked me up at Heather's and then got a phone call that the people decided they didn't want Oreo anymore. 24 hours. So, Mom met them and picked Oreo up and told them they should go to the mall and pick out a stuffed animal dog because that's all they should own. Hehehehe. But seriously, I was with mom and they watched mom walk away with me AND oreo walking nicely next to her side - they said she was terrible on a leash. Really? My Oreo????? We walked together with mom every morning. Anyway, enough about those dumdums.
So, Oreo got to come back and spend some more time with me, which was fine in my books. Then Oreo found a nice older couple who fell in love with her. Mom spend 2 hours on the home visit and went over everything again... they saw her anxiety in the house, they heard her bark, so they knew what they were getting into. They wanted to do a trial period - which the rescue usually doesn't do. Mom was pretty comfortable and confident with these people... ya know, that line "She's our dog now, we'll do everything we need to." Two weeks later, Oreo came back to me. She chased the rabbits in the back yard (duh... what else are we supposed to do with them?) and barked when people came to the door (really, people?). So, again... okay by me.
So Oreo and I spent some more time together... then she went to a big adoption event called Pet-A-Palooza. A woman and her daughter fell in love with Oreo. They were really nice and Oreo came from a family with a single mom and her little boy... so Oreo loved them right back. They decided to adopt Oreo, but later realized Oreo was a bit too strong for them and she got loose one day. They were afraid if they kept her and she got loose again, she might get hit by a car or something awful. So, they lady and her daughter had to say goodbye and give Oreo back. It was heartbreaking for everyone... but Oreo was back with me.
Then this man fell in love with her picture online and came in to see her. She reminded him of his last dog who was about her size and, according to him, had all the same issues. Mom again spent HOURS talking to this guy and making sure he understood her. Urged him to contact a behaviorist because that would help them. He agreed and off Oreo went.
A month later, he claimed Oreo gave him a heart attack and what a horrible dog she was and it was an unlivable situation. Well, idiot, why didn't you call the behaviorist like we told you to do? The rescue would have covered the cost. Nope, this guy knew EVERYTHING there was to know about dog training and THIS dog (Oreo... couldn't even be called by her name) was untrainable. Right. Ya know, because she didn't live in our home like a normal dog. Maybe you're the untrainable one, jerk.
So, back Oreo came... but this time, I had Mia as my foster sister because she was returned after living in her home for 3+ months. Mom was working on some issues that had gotten worse while she was off being ignored in her home, so we couldn't take Oreo back. Oreo went to live with Heather and Emmett, where I think she was happier because sometimes I'd try to put her head in my mouth, and she might not have liked that all too much. Mia was high energy and we played a lot together. Oreo was lower energy and enjoyed lounging on the couch with Emmett.
Oreo stayed with Emmett and Heather for a while... waiting for the right family to come along. There were a few interested in her, but many scattered off after learning her issues. Finally, November 19th, a beautiful family with 2 young kids came in and fell in love with her. They were going out of town for Thanksgiving, so they were going to contact Heather when the got back into town. Mom and Heather had heard this before, so they didn't get their hopes too high, but this was a really great family, so they were praying they followed through.
They did. And Oreo went to stay with them on November 29th. There have been a few bumps along the way, but they have worked with her and will continue to do so. I've waited in telling everyone because I fear another failure for Oreo. But, this one seems to be perfect for her. She has another dog to play with and kids to love and a big yard to run around in. They said it took her a while to get used to the noises of the house, but she's finally settled in and doesn't bark at the little noises.
Oreo is finally in her furever furever home... Please cross your paws and prey this is really furever! Oreo will always have that special place in our hearts...
You can read more about Oreo's adoptions and returns and how we dealt with them HERE in a blog post I let Mom do in July. It wasn't easy and a very emotional time for my Mom.
