This Idea Stolen From Briantology, Part II
A Profile of My Other Dog
Name: Jane
Nicknames: JaneDog, Janie Brainy (Drivin Me Insaney), Scrunchface Doubletooth, Satellite Dish Head
Name Story: When I was 15, or 16, I wrote in my journal, "someday i will have a dog named Jane."
Breed: Both of her parents were chow mixes of some unspecified variation.
Adoption story: We had been looking for a dog to keep Lou company and had actually auditioned two, who had proven incompatible. Because Lou is particular and grumpy, we figured we should find a puppy (who might grow up worshipping Lou as a God), and we both wanted a female.
One day, Other and Lou were doing their long walk around the city, letting the traffic lights determine their path. A fateful light change led them down a side street where they came upon people getting out of their car with a teeny puppy. They struck up a conversation, he got their address, and about five hours later, we were bringing the Jane Dog home.
She was five weeks old when we got her -- you're not even supposed to wean them until six weeks, but she was being fed reconsituted milk when we adopted hre, so I have no idea when she was actually weaned. If it affected her adversely, we can't tell. If she'd been nourished properly before we got her, she'd have to take up a life of fighting crime and doggie heroism, because she's incredibly strong and incredibly smart. I tried to teach her to roll over, and could only get her shoulders on the floor -- once she plants her back feet, there is no getting her onto her side.
Personality: Jane is the mellowest animal I've ever met. She loves to run and play, but if she's flung the ball at you several times and it's apparent that you're not going to play, she can be asleep within 30 seconds.
She knows at least 28 words, and is very obedient, especially when we're in the woods.
When we first got her, her coloring was exactly the same as Lou's. She went through what we politely refer to as her "awkward" phase, and now looks very different. The people we got her fron estimated that she'd grow up to be about his size, and ended up beging taller and skinnier, though about the same weight. Unlike with Lou, we were able to watch her grow up, and it was often amusing. We would wake up in the morning and her legs would be longer than they'd been the night before. One day she'd gotten muscles. One day her head had finally caught up with her body. One day her ear stood straight up, then, later, the other one did.
Janie's unhappy with people she doesn't know coming into the house, and will bark and hide until they're gone. She's learned to accept running into people and other dogs in the woods, and unless they startle her, she won't bark and make a bigpromotion commotion (Ed. Note: wtf?). She really likes to run alongside joggers, though.
Hobbies: Playing (vastly preferring Pull Toy to Ball), running, chewing on her feet, napping.
Worst thing Jane Has Ever Done: Jane chewed the noses off of every stuffed animal I still had, which means that it was every stuffed animal that I'd kept because it had special significance. That was bad.
Favorite Jane Stories: One of Other's favorite Jane stories happened when she was around a year old. We got pizza one night, and left the box and leftovers on the coffee table unattended. Somehow the box got put back into the fridge without either one of us noticing that it was completely empty, courtesy of the dogs. When we pulled the box out of the fridge the next day, Jane's eyes nearly popped out of her head, and she bolted before we'd even opened it. ("Why isn't there any pizza left? Hey, where's Jane going?") She does exactly the same thing when she's gotten into the trash upstairs. She'll beat us to the top, see what she's done, and nearly knock everyone down the stairs as she flees the scene.
My favorite Jane story involves her creative problem solving. One of our games involves taking away a toy or bone and hiding it somewhere or desiging a challenge for her to get it back, e.g. sitting it up on the bannister. We had done this once with a bone when she wasn't yet tall enough to get it off easily, and she'd spent several minutes trying to jump up and get it, to no avail. Then, you could practically see the lightbulb go off over her head, and she ran downstairs. We heard Lou yell, then she came racing back upstairs with Lou in disgruntled pursuit, because she'd stolen his bone.
Lou Dog suffers greatly. Jane Dog is funny.
Name: Jane
Nicknames: JaneDog, Janie Brainy (Drivin Me Insaney), Scrunchface Doubletooth, Satellite Dish Head
Name Story: When I was 15, or 16, I wrote in my journal, "someday i will have a dog named Jane."
Breed: Both of her parents were chow mixes of some unspecified variation.
Adoption story: We had been looking for a dog to keep Lou company and had actually auditioned two, who had proven incompatible. Because Lou is particular and grumpy, we figured we should find a puppy (who might grow up worshipping Lou as a God), and we both wanted a female.
One day, Other and Lou were doing their long walk around the city, letting the traffic lights determine their path. A fateful light change led them down a side street where they came upon people getting out of their car with a teeny puppy. They struck up a conversation, he got their address, and about five hours later, we were bringing the Jane Dog home.
She was five weeks old when we got her -- you're not even supposed to wean them until six weeks, but she was being fed reconsituted milk when we adopted hre, so I have no idea when she was actually weaned. If it affected her adversely, we can't tell. If she'd been nourished properly before we got her, she'd have to take up a life of fighting crime and doggie heroism, because she's incredibly strong and incredibly smart. I tried to teach her to roll over, and could only get her shoulders on the floor -- once she plants her back feet, there is no getting her onto her side.
Personality: Jane is the mellowest animal I've ever met. She loves to run and play, but if she's flung the ball at you several times and it's apparent that you're not going to play, she can be asleep within 30 seconds.
She knows at least 28 words, and is very obedient, especially when we're in the woods.
When we first got her, her coloring was exactly the same as Lou's. She went through what we politely refer to as her "awkward" phase, and now looks very different. The people we got her fron estimated that she'd grow up to be about his size, and ended up beging taller and skinnier, though about the same weight. Unlike with Lou, we were able to watch her grow up, and it was often amusing. We would wake up in the morning and her legs would be longer than they'd been the night before. One day she'd gotten muscles. One day her head had finally caught up with her body. One day her ear stood straight up, then, later, the other one did.
Janie's unhappy with people she doesn't know coming into the house, and will bark and hide until they're gone. She's learned to accept running into people and other dogs in the woods, and unless they startle her, she won't bark and make a big
Hobbies: Playing (vastly preferring Pull Toy to Ball), running, chewing on her feet, napping.
Worst thing Jane Has Ever Done: Jane chewed the noses off of every stuffed animal I still had, which means that it was every stuffed animal that I'd kept because it had special significance. That was bad.
Favorite Jane Stories: One of Other's favorite Jane stories happened when she was around a year old. We got pizza one night, and left the box and leftovers on the coffee table unattended. Somehow the box got put back into the fridge without either one of us noticing that it was completely empty, courtesy of the dogs. When we pulled the box out of the fridge the next day, Jane's eyes nearly popped out of her head, and she bolted before we'd even opened it. ("Why isn't there any pizza left? Hey, where's Jane going?") She does exactly the same thing when she's gotten into the trash upstairs. She'll beat us to the top, see what she's done, and nearly knock everyone down the stairs as she flees the scene.
My favorite Jane story involves her creative problem solving. One of our games involves taking away a toy or bone and hiding it somewhere or desiging a challenge for her to get it back, e.g. sitting it up on the bannister. We had done this once with a bone when she wasn't yet tall enough to get it off easily, and she'd spent several minutes trying to jump up and get it, to no avail. Then, you could practically see the lightbulb go off over her head, and she ran downstairs. We heard Lou yell, then she came racing back upstairs with Lou in disgruntled pursuit, because she'd stolen his bone.
Lou Dog suffers greatly. Jane Dog is funny.
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