How to Give A Cat A Pill

This was posted by an E-friend who lives outside of Philadelphia and writes a blog about her bichon, Chloe,in the blog, Chloe Honeygo Beasley.

How to Give a Cat a Pill

1. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.

2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process, closing its mouth and stroking throat.



3. Retrieve cat from bedroom and throw soggy pill away.

4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm, holding rear paws tightly with left hand.
Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse in from the garden.

6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, holding front and rear paws.



Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.

7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail. Get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set aside for gluing later.



8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit.
Put pill in end of drinking straw, force cat’s mouth open with pencil, and blow down drinking straw.

9. Check label to make sure pill is not harmful to humans and drink one beer to take taste away. Apply band-aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

10. Retrieve cat from roof of neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck, leaving head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with elastic band.

11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw tee-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.



12. Call fire department to retrieve the damn cat from the top of the tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil wrap.

13. Using heavy-duty pruning gloves from shed, tie the little *&#%^'s front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of steak. Hold head vertically and pour two pints of water down throat to wash pill down.

14. Consume remainder of scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room. Sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.

15. Arrange for ASPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.



How to Give a Dog a Pill

1. Wrap it in bacon.

2. Toss it in the air.

If I Can't See You, I Can't Hear You

Emme is a very reluctant photo model. When she went to Obedience School, she learned that when I call her name, she should look at me. She almost always does that. Except when I am taking photographs. I call her name and she very purposely turns her head away from me. If she can't see me, she can't hear me. At least that is the puppy logic. She doesn't want to get her picture taken so she ignores me.

Sometimes when she does not want to obey a command she will very clearly turn her head away and not look at us. I guess this is the dog equivalent of ostriches putting their heads in the sand, if they actually do that. I can't see you. I can't hear you. I don't have to obey.

When They are Out, They Want to be In. When They are In, They Want to be Out.

Emme and Rudy are like two little children. When they are inside, they want to be outside. When they are outside, they want to be inside. We have a wonderful deck at the lake house, with a gate to keep the dogs from wandering off. They could stay outside and smell all the Holmes County wild life smells for hours. But they only want to be out when Ken and I are outside. If we go back inside, both dogs want to come back inside too. They don't whine or bark. They just sit by the screen door and look pathetic. You would think that being outside would be good. But being with us is better.

I'll "Down Stay" for a Puppy Biscuit

Both Emme and Rudy follow me into the kitchen every time I go there. They love to hang around and see if they will get tastes of the food I am preparing for a meal or snack. Usually when I am cutting up fruit or vegetables, I give each dog a small taste. I am careful what I give them and never give them much, but they both love the tastes of "people food." We have never given either dog food from the table, so they don't expect any handouts and don't beg at the table. (With the possible exception of Emme whining for oranges. She has never gotten any table treats, but she loves citrus fruit so much she sometimes tries anyhow.)

When we first got Rudy, he was excited to be in the kitchen and wanted to be under my feet. That seemed like a recipe for disaster. I could just picture me tripping over him or dropping hot food or liquid on him, so I taught him to "Down Stay" out of the way. When Emme came to live with us, she watched Rudy and pretty much taught herself to "Down stay" in the kitchen. When they are in the kitchen and I am preparing food or Ken and I are doing dishes, Rudy and Emme plop down on the floor and just wait. For their efforts they get occasional people food or a half of a puppy biscuit. Small price for keeping the dogs out of our way. They are good dogs.

A Cat is Not a Squirrel

We have many, many squirrels in our yard and Emme pays no attention to them. They race over the grass, up and down the trees, make squirrel noises and generally are a nuisance. Emme could care less. She will often sit on the back of the couch and watch outside but she never makes a bark, a growl or any indication of attention to squirrels. Even when she is out on the porch with the glass doors open and only the screens between her and the squirrels, she pays them no mind.

That is not the case with cats. Although there are not many cats roaming our neighborhood, whenever Emme does see one, she watches it closely, begins her rolling growl, and sometimes barks. How does she know that a cat is not a squirrel? They are both about the same size, have four legs, one tail, and run around outside. Emme has never been up close to either animal. How can she tell the difference between a squirrel and a cat and why are squirrels okay in her yard, but cats are a different matter?

Barking at Ghosts

Emme has a very specific understanding of what makes up her "family." Family consists of Emme, Rudy, Ken and me. And Emme expects that all the time, as does Rudy. Three is not a family. Family means four. Period.

Emme is happy at either the Wooster house or the lake house because the whole family is there. Being in a different location is not upsetting to her, as long as all four of us are there. What she is not so crazy about is when a family member is missing. When Ken is gone from home and only the three of us are left, the dogs become hypervigilant. They know that he is missing and he should be at home, so they listen for every sound that might mean his car is returning to the garage. Both of the dogs spend much of the time he is gone,listening for strange sounds and barking as soon as they identify any sound that might mean he is returning. They spend their time "Barking at ghosts" all the time one of us is missing.

This morning I volunteered at the National First Ladies Library and was gone until early afternoon. Emme spent the morning "Barking at ghosts." At least I know she misses me.

Welcome Sweet Spring Time ... Really!

What a difference a few days make! Just a few days ago, we were buried in snow. Now spring has finally arrived. We spent a few days at the lake and there were daffodils and forsythia blooming in the yard.

We spent a lot of time on the deck and Emme and Rudy enjoyed that. They have two marrow bones that I keep in the freezer and when the weather is warm enough to sit on the deck, I thaw the bones and let the dogs chew on them outside. Once the bones were filled with marrow and had pieces of beef stuck to the outside. Now they are bare and almost completely hollow, but the dogs still love them. I go to the grocery store and buy a couple of beef femur bones from the butcher. I have him cut off the knuckles and cut the bones into six inch pieces. I take them home and boil them for 20 minutes. This will kill any bacteria in the raw meat and marrow. After the bones are cool, I put them in the freezer until the dogs can chew on them outside on the deck or the porch. This keeps any grease or meat residue off the rugs. Before we return from the lake, I put the bones back into the freezer to keep them for the next visit. They are inexpensive and long lasting chew toys.

"Welcome Sweet Springtime..."

I guess I shouldn't be surprised when we get a March snow storm in Ohio. When we were married 45 years ago on March 20, we were married in a snow storm. I usually expect that we will have snow around our anniversary. This year, however, was a fooler. We had such warm weather and we were wearing light jackets on the 20th. No snow then or for days after. Until last night. A rain storm turned to ice and snow when the temperature dropped. So we had another spring time storm.

Emme is not crazy about going out in the rain or even when the ground is wet and soggy after a storm. In contrast, she loves snow. She has no difficulty going outside to take care of her business and eat a little snow a couple times a day.

The good thing about March snows is that they melt quickly. Our weather is predicted to go into the 60's by Wednesday. Welcome Sweet Springtime!

What is This Little Creature?

When Eric, Katherine and Calvin came to visit you could almost hear Emme thinking, "What is this little creature? Is is a dog like me or is it a very small person?" Emme has had little experience with small children, just a few visits from the children of nieces and nephews. She has had no experience with infants.

You could almost see her processing the information. How does it smell? Why does the smell change from time to time? Where do these noises come from? Is it competition? All in all, Emme handled herself quite well. But I don't know what she decided about our visitor.

"For Those of You Who Have Pets..."

The following was sent to me by a friend from my quilt guild. I thought it belonged in the Pupdate.

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE PETS, THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
FOR THOSE THAT DON'T, IT IS A TRUE STORY.


The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.
Dear Dogs and Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.


The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.


I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.


For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.


The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog's or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.


Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:


TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:
(1) They live here. You don't.
(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals.. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.


Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't hang out with drug-using people;
(7) don't smoke or drink,
(8) don't want to wear your clothes,
(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and
(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children .....

Emme Meets Calvin

Eric, Katherine and our new grandson Calvin came fromWashington DC for a visit this weekend. They are traveling to Ohio and Indiana to introduce Calvin to his great-grandparents. Calvin has three great-grandparents who don't travel and so Eric and Katherine decided to make the "Great Grandparent Trek" to introduce Calvin to them.

This was the first time Emme and Rudy met Calvin as well. Emme and Rudy have had little experience with babies and we were not sure what to expect. It went pretty well. Rudy sniffed Calvin a few times and then decided that his lovie was more interesting. Emme loved to smell Calvin and was very interested in his toys. She did pretty well staying off the play mat when Calvin was on the floor. Some times the temptation was just too much and she had to step on the mat for a close up sniff so she needed periodic reminders to stay off the mat. But we all had a great visit.

Emme and Rudy Meet Calvin

Playing with Grandpa and the Dogs from Eric Nuzum on Vimeo.

Here is a video of Ken, Emme and Rudy playing with Calvin.

If I Can't See, I Can't Go

Emme has trouble finding the perfect spot to take care of business in the deep snow. Ken has shoveled a little "Princess Path" so Emme can go outside and not get buried in the snow. Emme has to sniff around to find the perfect spot to pee; finding the right spot for number 2 is a much more daunting chore. She gets down in the shoveled paths and can't see beyond the walls of snow. This seems to throw her off. I don't know if she feels especially vulnerable when she is in the position to take care of business or what the problem is. I just know that she hunkers down to begin and then pops up again to look around. Then she repeats this a few times until she just can't hold it any longer. I think she will be happy when this snow melts. If it ever does.

Two Treats

Emme never licks my face. I often put my face right next to hers and she will sniff me but not lick. She loves to get close and sniff my eye lids or my mouth or ears, but she doesn't lick. That is not the case with Ken. As often as she can, Emme will lick his ears or face. He is always egging Emme on to lick me. "Lick her. Lick her. I'll give you two treats if you lick her." But Emme doesn't. I tell Ken that is because Emme knows that I don't want to be licked. I know where that tongue has been and I don't want it on my face.

That wasn't the case the last time we picked up the dogs from the kennel. After we returned from DC, I carried Emme in my arms out to the car and as soon as we got in the car, she licked my face. UGH! I know she was excited to see me and Ken owes her two treats. But she doesn't need to repeat the lick.

Introducing Calvin Atticus Nuzum - Off Topic

Ken and I just got back from Washington DC to meet our new grandson, Calvin Atticus, who was born on Christmas Day. We had an easy ride to DC last week and then the snow storm they called "Snowmageddon" hit. DC had over two feet of snow and we were snowed in. It didn't really matter because we wanted to meet Calvin and visit with Eric and Katherine and we had plenty of time to do this. We never lost power so we were warm and dry. It was not the visit we expected to have, but it was a great one nevertheless. And Calvin is happy, healthy, and alert. What a great grandson! (and not bad parents, either) I think they are all keepers.

Oh, Those Smells!

Emme and Rudy love to go out in the grass at the lake house to smell things. They love to sniff around in the grass, which makes taking care of business a lengthy process. I know that we probably get many more wild life visitors there than in Wooster which makes smelling grass way better in Holmes County.

We spent last weekend at the lake house and while we were there we were visited by five deer. Ken looked out the kitchen window and called to me to look out the side yard past the bird feeder. There were three deer in the woods just to the side of our property. As we watched, one of them walked across the lawn to the lake side of our house and stopped at the bird feeder there. That deer was joined by others and at one point we had five deer just feet away from the deck on the lake side of the house. They were fun to watch and I tried not to think how many of my hosta plants they ate last summer. But I am sure that they added to the "wonderful smells" that draw Emme and Rudy.

Canine Flu Vaccine

Yesterday we got a call from the vet about canine flu vaccine. Since Jan. 1 our vet is requiring the shot before boarding dogs. It prevents a type of flu that dogs can get, which makes them very sick and does not respond to the normal antibiotics. Since Emme and Rudy have boarding reservations coming up, we made an appointment yesterday afternoon to get the shots for both of them. It is the first of two required shots. They need to return in two to four weeks for a booster and then they will be protected.

When we entered the vet's office, Rudy was calm and well behaved, but Emme was frightened. She began shaking as I went up the steps to the office and kept it up until we got back in the car. Neither dog responded negatively to the shot itself so we don't know what was in Emme's mind. She just did not want to be there. It's just like mothers saying to their kids "This hurts me more than it hurts you." She was unhappy and I was glad to get her out of there. She was not pleased to go to the vet. I am pleased that she will have the flu protection. All's well that ends well.

Feet

Emme and Rudy have two very different responses to feet. Emme loves nothing more than to lie on her back and have me rub her belly with my feet. Rudy does not like being touched by feet, any one's, any time, any where.

Each evening we go upstairs to change into our pajamas and to play "Closet Ball." As we change our clothes, Emme entertains herself by playing the PM version of "Go Get." She runs back and forth between us from the bedroom to the closet as we take off our clothes and put on PJ's. Rudy brings in a squeaky toy and wants us to throw it for him. The game started out years ago as "Closet Ball" because Rudy always chose a ball to bring upstairs. Over the years it has changed and now his current toy preference is any stuffie that has a squeaker inside, usually one that he has liberated from my sewing room. The name of the game hasn't changed because "Closet Squeaky" just doesn't have the same ring.

As I am sitting on the chair in the closet, Emme comes into the closet and lies down so I can rub her belly with either my bare feet or my socks. Either one is fine as long as her belly gets rubbed. She repeats this turn her belly up to be rubbed in the morning when I get dressed. As soon as I sit on the chair, Emme runs into the closet and lies on the floor for her rub. If she is too far away, she will wiggle on her back to get closer. She knows a good thing when she sees it. Belly rubbing with feet is good for Emme.

Not so for Rudy. If he is under the dining room table with a lovie, which he always is at breakfast, and accidentally gets touched by a foot, he hops up like he was touched with fire. He grabs his lovie and moves over, out of foot range.

How can two dogs be so different?

Pretzel Thief

Last night Ken and I each brought a snack into the living room. I had a dish of dried fruit and nuts and Ken had a dish of peanut butter filled pretzels. We put them on the table between our two chairs and returned to the kitchen for something to drink. I looked back into the living room and Emme had gotten up on Ken's chair and stolen a pretzel which she was chewing on the seat of the chair. We dashed back into the living room, confiscated the remains of the pretzel and cleaned the crumbs from the chair.

We should have been more careful with the food but stealing is not usually a problem. As big as Rudy is, he could reach any food on any surface in the house. With the exception of one time when temptation was too much, Rudy has never helped himself to any food. One time at the lake house, we had a house full of company and Rudy was not being supervised closely enough. There were left over chicken shish kabobs on the kitchen table. A few minutes later, one was missing and a shish kabob stick and one piece of vegetable was lying on the floor under the table. We never saw him steal and eat the shish kabob but we knew it was Rudy. Other than that, Rudy never takes food that is not his. We often will cool cookies or bread on the kitchen counter or have left overs on dinner plates before we wash dishes. Rudy would barely have to stretch to reach them on the counter top but he doesn't.

Emme, on the other hand, is less reliable. One time while we were loading Ken's car to go to the lake, Emme got in the front seat and helped herself to a tube of Burt's Bees Lip Balm. She couldn't get it open, but she put teeth marks all over the outside of the package. We are always careful not to leave anything in the console that she could grab and chew.

So last night Emme was a pretzel thief and Ken and I are more aware of the possibilities of Emme helping herself to our food. We will be more careful in the future.

Guard the House

Emme and Rudy often spend time in their crates in the family room when both Ken and I leave house. They get the command "Go nighty-nite in your crate" and they dash into their crates and wait for a biscuit which they always get as a reward for going into their crate. Many times they anticipate our leaving by watching if we lock the back door, put on boots or get our coats from the closet. Then they run to their crates before they are told to do so.

Recently we have been leaving them up when we are only going to be gone for about an hour. Both dogs are well behaved and we have never had any damage or problems when they have been left alone unsupervised in the house. (Is this where I say "Knock on wood"?) The drawback to this is they don't get a biscuit. We just say "Guard the house" and leave. We mean "Keep the house safe from intruders." I think the dogs hear "Ha, ha, you don't get a biscuit this time." Maybe we should re-evaluate our leaving procedures and add a puppy biscuit when they are guarding  the house.  It seems only fair.

Not in the Mulch

Both Emme and Rudy love to do their business in the mulch in the flower beds in the back yard. I don't know what the attraction is, but they are drawn to the flower beds like a moth to a flame. No matter how many times we pull them out of the mulch and redirect them to the grass, the next time they go outside, they head for the mulch.

I have flowers and plants in those flower beds. I have tea mint and chives that I use in cooking and I don't want them watered by Emme and Rudy. I have hostas, crocuses, and creeping Jenny that I don't want to turn yellow and gnarled from dog urine. I dig in that soil with my hands when I put in a new plant or weed the beds. I don't want the dogs to use the flower beds and their own personal toilets.

Ken thinks that there may be some varmints that have a home in the flower beds or who walk through the beds. I don't know what the attraction is. I just want it to stop.

My Own Personal Key West - Off Topic

This entry has nothing to do with Emme or Rudy. It is only to show some of my plants that are flowering in the dining room.

I have four different orchids blooming at this time, two white ones and two pink ones.

I also have one purple African Violet in bloom.

A Christmas Cactus that must have its calendar confused is blooming and has more buds to open.

This is like having my own personal Key West. Beautiful flowers in the dead of winter. What a lucky woman I am!

Maybe It's Poison

Every morning after breakfast, Emme comes upstairs with me to my sewing room when I check my email. I always give her a sweet potato treat after we enter the room. I buy the "Bichon Fries" which are cut like crinkle cut french fries. I break them in half so she gets a piece about two to three inches long. She has just recently finished breakfast so she doesn't need a huge chunk of sweet potato. Although I have been doing this for months, every time I give her a sweet potato treat, she backs up and smells it like it might be poison. You think she would remember from day to day that the treat is wholesome and that she likes it. Instead, she has to sniff it suspiciously each time before she take it from me.

An Opportunist

Rudy is an opportunist. Every time Emme asks to go outside to do her business, Rudy "needs" to go outside too. Not sometimes, not occassionally, but every time. No two bladders could be this much in synch. He especially loves to wait until Emme has taken care of her business. Then he dashes over to put a tablespoon of urine on top of her spot.What's up with this?

Scratchy Feet

Emme has a way of saying "Let's play" "Let's nap" or "I need this toy." She does the "Scratchy Feet." She stands on the floor or a piece of furniture and scratches her feet on the rug or the cushion to make a noise. This means "I need something."

Emme knows that after lunch she and I will often go into the family room and nap. Emme loves to nap on the couch with me. I go get a quilt and a magazine or book and Emme dashes for Big Mama Gorilla. She can't jump on the couch with Big Mama Gorilla in her mouth so she waits until I spread out the quilt on the couch and then pick up Big Mama Gorilla and place it in Emme's favorite nap spot at the end of the couch.

If Ken and I are eating lunch in the kitchen and are taking too long in Emme's estimation, she will begin the process of setting up for a nap. She jumps up on the couch and pushes the throw pillows around. She relocates the pillows to other places on the couch or down on the floor. If that doesn't get me into the family room, then she stands on the couch, stares me in the eye and does Scratchy Feet. That almost always works to get my attention.

The dogs' toy box is between the living room couch and my chair. If Rudy wants something, he just goes to the box, roots around and grabs something with his mouth. Emme doesn't usually get something herself from the toy box. The sides of the box are only a few inches high and she can easily reach most of the things in the box but she wants help. Instead, she stands next to the box and does Scratchy Feet so I will look down at her. If the Scratchy Feet doesn't do it, she will add a whine for good measure. Then I pick up each toy until I have the one she wants in my hand and she takes it from me.

Where did she come up with this as a means of communication? I wonder if other dogs scratch their feet to say "I need."

The Nuzum Dog Show

Every morning we have a routine with the dogs. After Emme and Rudy have gone outside, we play "Go Get." Ken sits at the dining room table and I sit on the couch in the living room and we send Emme back and forth between us with the command "Go get Ken or Go get Mary Lou." She will keep it up long enough that by the end of the game she is panting with the exertion. Rudy usually just comes over and sits next to me beside the couch so I can rub his chest or his ears. He doesn't participate in the crazy "Go Get" game.

But recently Ken has added "The Nuzum Dog Show" to the morning games. At the end of "Go Get" Ken calls "Rudy come" and Rudy and Emme both run over to him. He then gives the command for sit or down and stay. He opens the pantry door to get a bag of dog treats. Rudy usually stays but Emme is so full of excitement and expectation that she pops up and moves closer. Ken again gets both dogs down and after they have stayed down for a while, he gives each of them a half of a dog treat. Sometimes they do quite well. Other days, Ken has to sit them down two or three times before they stay. Either way, it is a fun way to start our day. "Go Get" and "The Nuzum Dog Show."

Blanket Buddy

Both Emme and Rudy love when we change the sheets on our bed. One or the other always runs to the end of the bed and lies down on the blanket. It must smell like Ken and me and the dogs love to sneak a few minutes on the blanket. They don't do anything bad to the blanket. They don't lick or chew. They just lie there as we remove and replace the sheets and reluctantly get up when we are ready to put the blanket back on the bed. It is funny that our dogs have some things they always do. Lying down on the blanket is an "always."

Pup on a Spring

Emme has a unique way of getting our attention. She pops up and down like she is on a spring. She doesn't jump up on us, rather she pops up and down next to us. She keeps her back feet planted on the floor and bounces the front half of her body up and down in one spot. She usually does this to get us to get up and move. If she thinks it is time for bed and we are not making any move to get up, she will come up next to one of our chairs and do her "Pup on a Spring." She will keep it up until one of us responds to her. Sometimes it is time to get up and go to bed; other times her clock is off and we tell her it is only 8:15 and even we don't go to bed that early.

Emme will sometimes do the popping up when she thinks it should be time for breakfast or dinner. She has an internal clock and is not hesitant to tell us that it is time to do something. We are well trained.