Kasha Of The Krazy

It's a simple fact. Kasha is completely out of her mind. She is a living, breathing, conscious garbage disposal on steroids.

Alot of dogs, most dogs one could argue, beg for things foods like hamburger or cheese. This dog begs for lettuce and carrots. She eats cabbage too. Actually, she'll eat almost anything. Thus far, only one food item that has gone unwanted and escaped inhalation. It was a raisin. Poor raisin, even Kasha Of the Krazy won't eat you. That's ok, raisins and I are friends though I prefer them in the undried fashion...you know, like a grape. Especially those big purple ones with seeds. Grapes are good, raisins remind me a little of mouse turds. Not that I've ever knowingly eaten mouse turds, but as I understand it, there are certain allotments for the cereal to bug/mouse turd ratios in boxed cereal products. So it is likely I've consumed a number of things I wouldn't otherwise put even remotely close to my mouth. Yuck.

When I went home to walk Kasha at lunch today, we participated in the 'welcome home' ritual which occurs each and every time I leave and come home. It consists of her jumping, jumping and bouncing, bouncing. The next step involves a race around the entire parameter of the house at an extreme rate and usually consists of running over a cat or two, some hissing, more bouncing and a little nipping. We are working on the nipping, but I am having a difficult time explaining to her that puppy teeth make people nervous and nipping may be the manner in which she feels she needs to express that she is excited and that she loves her family, but human skin is pretty fragile and really, we are total wimps and puncture easily and this really hurts, so it might be best if she found another to express her love. She just stares at me when we have this talk, some times she tilts her head to the side and starts wiggling her rear, so something I am saying is of interest. I think it has more to do with her very high hopes that I will take her for a walk at any given moment.

Unfortunately, today during the 'welcome home' ritual Kasha must have miscalculated her step and wasn't able to turn in time, because as she came down the stairs so fast she went right into the bathroom and slid into the cabinet. Hard. Thunk! I haven't laughed that hard in a very very long time. My poor puppy, splayed out on the bathroom floor in total wonderment. She seemed humiliated by my laughter, so I sort of chuckled under my breath and picked her up and spent a lot of time reassuring her and mending her self-confidence.

And people question whether companion animals have a sense of humor, that's the funniest thing she's done yet!

Another curious behavior I haven't quite grasped is her seemingly insatiable appetite for cat poo. Kitties use kitty boxes. The kitty boxes are discreetly placed in the house so as the kitty and the human can avoid the potentially embarrassing scenario of the kitty using the kitty box in front of the human. Bathrooms have doors, kitties need privacy too right? Plus, this is poo we are talking about so kitty boxes need to be somewhere that's not in a general living space. In my home, this is the basement area, conveniently hidden and covered by several area's of ply wood and shelving to ensure kitty privacy. With a nice window for fresh air! Also in the basement, there is a general living area in which Max and I spend most of our time. These rooms are separated and one area is finished and one area is not. The door to the unfinished part of the basement must remain ajar for obvious reasons (easy kitty access) and this arrangement generally works out quite well. However, Kasha cannot seem to resist sneaking in there on occasion for a little snack. The first time I discovered that it was in fact poo she was eating is not something I wish to discuss nor think of ever EVER again. My first thought was - MY dog is a poo eater! What is wrong with her! That is just about the most neurotic thing I've ever heard of. I was pretty crushed by this experience and really let her know that cat poo is not dog food. It then occurred to me that ALL of the dogs I've ever had have been poo eaters. If there is a cat in the house, they will go to great lengths to get into that poo. No matter how much food, attention, exercise or scolding to NOT EAT THE POO etc.etc.. the dog might get, they have to have the poo. Poo poo poo poo POO! All poo, all the time. Oh...I just had a brilliant and potentially lucrative thought! Maybe I should develop a dog food that tastes like CAT POO! We'd be rich. Obviously, I have a perfectly willing test subject in my very own home! Perfect!

Poo eating aside, Kasha ranks high on my list of favorite living things. She makes me laugh, she's very warm and snuggly and most of all....she's the BEST companion a girl could ever have! She's right up there with Max and the ocean, so much so that I can even tolerate her snack choices as long as I make an effort to keep her out of the poo as much as is possible and if I just don't think about it, it doesn't bother me at all. Plus, fresh breath biscuits go a long long way in indulging myself in the fantasy that my dog only eats lettuce and carrots and would never ever think to touch poo. Ever.

Mouse turds and poo. Great blogg eh?