Kanine Kapers Dog Blog

A couple of weeks back when it actually wasn’t raining  we decided to head up to St. Andrews for some beachy fun with Harry and the kids. We left Midas at home, the excitement might have been too much for him and quite frankly any exercise  and he’s wiped for hours if not days afterwards. For those who don’t live in Scotland (apparently we do have visitors to our website from as far a field as Australia, Germany and Croatia, I could try and be smart and say ‘Hi’ in your native lauguage but I would fail miserably, only ever did French at school), St. Andrews has the most perfect beach for dog walking, lots of dunes to hide in and explore.

My current video project at the moment is the footage I took on the beach of the kids and Harry running up and down the dunes .  Most of it is very dodgily shot as everyone was moving so fast and let’s be honest I’m no cameraman or editor or director but doing these things at night stops me eating chocolate.

Harry had great fun investigating the water though he rapidly found out that you don’t drink sea water.  In fact Harry found out about a lot of things that you don’t do at the beach:

1. Don’t approach big black labradors carrying whole trees in their mouths, no matter how polite you are being they don’t want to share that tree ( seriously, it was huge!)

2. Don’t eat sand

3. Don’t eat wet sand

4. Don’t eat shells

5. Don’t eat seaweed

6. Don’t chase kite surfers (they can chase back!)

7. Lastly, don’t assume that if you are running down a sand dune that you will be able to stop at the bottom.

On the ‘Do’ side:

 Do have fun and lots of it!

PS Watch out for the video, promise it will be up soon

Firstly , I must apologise for not blogging, I’ve had the folllowing written for some time and never got round to putting it up (it should have gone up with the video), just been too busy, with what escapes me at present but well, here it is, the missing blog.

When we had decided that we were going to get a puppy I had already made my mind up that I wanted one from Liz . We had had a few dogs come through our classes that had come from Liz and without exception all were, not only beautiful to look at but had the sweetest dispositions and I fell in love with each and every one of them.

Midas had started to become ill and at one point we thought that losing him would be a very real problem that we would have to face sooner rather than later so we put the puppy plan into action.  It probably sounds quite mercenary to think of bringing a new life into the family as one leaves it but the kids were really upset with Midas so ill that a little joy and excitement was enough to lift their spirits when they were faced with losing a much loved friend.  So in June 2007 we first made contact with Liz to see about getting our name on the waiting list for one of her puppies.  A good breeder will have  a waiting list.

 We kept in regular touch with Liz , as to how things were going on the puppy front and eventually on the 12th October Liz sent us an email and photos of the pups when they were a few hours old.  Over the next few weeks as the video shows we took to almost camping out in Liz’s house to watch the pups change from furry little blobs to the cutest puppies ever (me biased, never!).

A Christmas Number One in New Zealand - raised funds for Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.

Could this be a 2008 Christmas release for the UK - don’t expected to hear it on Radio 1 as its completely inaudible to the human ear. Recorded using high frequencies only picked up by dogs.

BBC NEWS 18th Feb 2008

The track, which raised NZ$22,000 (£8,900), could now be released in the US and Australia, the spokesman added.

He said the reaction from listeners had been varied.

“The most violent one was a dog that physically attacked the radio when it was played and went quite berserk and totally destroyed it.

“On the other side of the scale, they just lay down and did nothing,” he added.

Never a huge fan of Schwarzenegger movies but you may remember “The Sixth Day” a film released in 2000 and set in 2020. Arnold stumbles into a clone of himself uncovers conspiracy and saves the planet - honest that was the plot.

Anyway Arnold ’s family pet had passed away so he checked out the local commercial cloning service

Just bring your dying pet to “Re-Pet” and have him cloned so that he can continue to live with you.

From BBC News Friday 15th Feb 2008

A South Korean company says it has taken its first order for the cloning of a pet dog. A woman from the United States wants her dead pitbull terrier - called Booger - re-created.

RNL Bio is charging the woman, from California, $150,000 (£76,000) to clone the pitbull using tissue extracted from its ear before it died.

The work will be carried out by a team from Seoul National University, where the first dog was cloned in 2005.

The firm is expecting hundreds more orders for pets over the next few years and also plans to clone dogs trained to sniff out bombs or drugs.

The thin edge of the wedge?

Hope you like the video I’ve made of Harry’s first few weeks of life.  Also in the vid I’ve revealed his new Kennel Club registered name, just in case you’ve missed it, it’s Rancecraig Just Harry.  We got to choose Harry’s name ourselves and for anyone who is not a Harry Potter fan (yes, guilty as charged and no, I’m not receiving any psychiatric help), the name is from the first movie , Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.  Harry says upon meeting Hagrid for the first time ‘I’m Harry, just Harry’ don’t know why but its always stuck with me and we always knew what we were going to call our new pup. 

I would just like to say a big thank you to Liz Craig (Rancecraig) our wonderful breeder who has put up with a lot of visits prior to getting Harry and for giving Harry the best possible start in life which is evident in the way he has settled into his new home.

The Dog’s Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM - Dinner! My favorite thing!

7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine l avishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates

and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear,

I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an Attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.

I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly

demonstrates my capabilities.

However, they merely made condescending comments about

what a “good little hunter” I am. B**tards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.

I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.

However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my

confinement was due to the power of “allergies.”

I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one

of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.

I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and Snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and

seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously Retarded.

The bird must be an informant.

I observe him communicate with the Guards regularly.

I am certain that he reports my every move.

My captors have arranged protective custody for him in

an Elevated Cell, so he is safe.

For now.

Recent Rant From Boston Craigslist

Don’t smell crotches, don’t eat plants.
Don’t steal food or underpants.
Don’t eat my socks, don’t grab my hair.
Don’t rip the stuffing from that chair!
Don’t eat those peas! Don’t touch that bush!
Don’t chew my shoes. What IS that mush?
Eat your cookies. Drink your drink,
Outta the toilet! Outta the sink!
Away from the cat box, it’s for the cat!
And MUST you kiss me after that?
Yes, raising a puppy, is not for the lazy!
Though puppies are funny, they’re also quite crazy.
But don’t despair, though its toil and strife.
After three years, you’ll get back your life!
So, let’s go for “walkies”, you can “do your thing”
And perhaps I’ll get back my good diamond ring!

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Thought you might like to see a picture of Harry and his new best friend Lily. Harry obviously thought that if Midas, the boring old fart wouldn’t play and Fizzy has made her sentiments known that rushing around at 50mph is quite frankly vulgar then Lily would be the best choice for a game of rough and tumble! Though, one thing bothers me about this unlikely pairing, has Lily realised that Harry will get a lot bigger too. At present she can pin him to the floor better than any WWF wrestler but how long can she keep him in check?