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If there ever was a need for a doggie bidet, this story is it! Could this be my multi-million dollar idea? Hmm, time will tell on that I guess. But it’s true, a couple of days ago a doggie bidet would have come in quite handy.

Taking care of the little Niko Man I deal with my fair share of spit-up and doo doo, and for the most part I make a conscious effort not to blog (too much) about these particular adventures. But when it comes at me from both ends from my standard poodle, I feel it’s (a little) more socially acceptable to post my thoughts.

A few days ago I was commenting to my friend Mel, as we watched Frasier, my beloved dog trotting on ahead of us, “You know, I really want to get his hair trimmed, especially that area under his tail. I mean it’s getting kind of long and could cause a serious mess if anything gets caught in there. If you know what I mean…”. She had to agree. It turns out that my words were foreshadowing events that would take place later that same day!

Yes, I discovered the lovely outcome of what occurs when one spunky poodle pup (although he’s the biggest puppy I’ve ever seen!) greedily gobbles up table almonds – and no they weren’t meant for him, it’s just that Frasier is still learning the art of manners. The episode resulted in him getting sick – on both ends! The recipe went something like this: down the hatch with a mouthful of almonds (or as many as he could get until I pulled him away), then wait one day for the results. And the results were as follows…

You know how dogs, when they’ve got an issue, will endearingly drag their butts right along the carpet? Well, picture our poodle continually doing this, while I am scrambling to get my winter coat on and wondering if my friends Mel and Heather will be OK with Niko for a few minutes, as clearly Frasier needed to get outside, pronto. So, one prominent skid mark on the carpet (yes, you read that correctly!) and two minutes later, we were out the door, only for Frasier to frolic with a few puppy friends and then try and try to get what was ailing him out, but it was to no avail. Until, I noticed he was skidding across the snow, just as he had my carpet, and leaving skid mark trails to boot! Oh glorious day! But better he do that outside than inside. Anyway, it was then I noticed the large amount of caked dog dirt clumped under his tail. Hmm..what to do, what to do!?

Then brilliance struck! I’ll use this random stick to get rid of the dirty mess. Well, it turns out that stick wasn’t strong enough and its brittle pieces snapped and flew up in my face – fingers crossed that it wasn’t the pieces that had touched his dirty mess that were the ones that pummeled my face. I mean picture it, here I am out back, holding Frasier by the leash, while I bend over him holding his tail up, trying desperately to scrape away the dirty clump, only to have the stick snap in my face. Not a pretty site.

Even though the job wasn’t done, I had to go back home. Niko was in good hands, but those good hands had to get to the VIA Train Station to catch their ride back to TO. So, again, what to do what to do? Well, I walked Frasier home, and put him on the patio, while I cleaned the aforementioned skid mark, then careened him into his crate, the whole smelly mess of him. As they used to say on Seinfeld: “Serentiy Now”! But not for long, because it wasn’t long before I heard him start to yak. I rushed to him and pulled him out of the crate to brace his gagging body while he proceeded to upchuck pieces of sticks (he eats them when he doesn’t feel well), whole almonds and bile all over my floor! And again: Serenity Now.

When Borys got him, it was into the tub with this dirty poodle, and this is when the idea for the doggie bidet struck. All we had was some soap, our bare hands, and a trusty pair of scissors. Oh dear. Anyway, a good half hour later, he was much cleaner and after a good one-two with the scissors he didn’t have too much fur left under his tail. But what other options did we have?

Let me tell you, having a baby and a dog and being home with them in my second floor condo day in and day out, provides for lots of “fun” adventures. Despite this awe inspiring tale, I wouldn’t trade my situation – although in our next place, I definitely want a yard, that way I, uh…I mean Frasier, can run around outside like crazy.

Maybe when Niko gets a bit older he can help out with taking care of this lovely pooch. But as it stands right now, he has trouble just sitting on his own, so to have him lean over the tub and act as doggie bidet, doesn’t seem to be in his near future. Lucky little guy!

Note: Frasier often reminds me of that afghan pooch from the UK cartoon, What a Mess – and even more so, after this lovely little episode. See pic below.



How to integrate a puppy and a newborn? This question had been floating around in our minds since we adopted Frasier last April. When we got Frasier we knew we were expecting a baby in October, but seeing as we I really wanted a dog, we thought getting a pup before the baby was born would be a good idea as it would give us time to train him. So fine, one day I went out to get the pup and then the training and fun began.

Once we brought Niko home from the hospital, our philosophy was integration: Frasier wouldn’t be excluded from our family, just because he has four legs, a crazy tail and a spunky personality. I mean overall he is actually quite predictable, and although I don’t think you can ever trust a four legged friend 100% around a child, over the last few months our trust factor has risen considerably. Frasier mostly shows signs of curiosity towards Niko, giving him lots of puppy love and kisses. So much so, that I think we may have found a permanent babysitter for our little guy.

Borys and I often wonder who we will get to babysit Niko when the time comes? Now, I think we may have found a solution. And who is this new sitter? Frasier, of course! Just look how well Frasier is tolerating the little guy snuggling right in to him.  I am sure with a few short tutorials on diapers and feeding, he would catch on and be able to take care of Niko, no problem. After all, poodles are one of the smartest breeds, and his rates would have to be affordable considering we already supply his room and board!

As you can see in the pictures below, Frasier thinks putting Niko to sleep is as easy as one, two three. All it takes is:

1) A kiss to the hand

2) A kiss to the shoulder

3) A kiss to the head

And presto, baby N is sawing logs! Easy peasy. Frasier’s a natural! Let the babysitting begin.

Note: Pay no attention to the random hand in the right of the photos. It in no way signifies a lack of trust for the dog or any sort of feeling that these kisses may turn into love nips and then in fact have to be quickly nipped in the bud – no it does not signify that at all!


I think we all know that cats have an affinity toward milk, but what about dogs? Remember those Milk ads from a few years back where a celebrity posed with a milk mustache? Well if those ads were still running and Frasier was a celebrity, I think I may have found a perfect candidate to model! Since Niko has come home from the hospital he has taken one bottle of breast milk a day – pumped, stored, frozen, then defrosted by Mommy, and finally served up in a bottle by Daddy. This system seems to work well: it gives Daddy and Niko a chance to bond, gives Mommy a little break from feeding, and ensures Niko will take a bottle if we ever go out on a date! (Date!? What’s that? But that’s another story…)

Anyway, like clockwork I take milk out of the freezer every day so it is pretty much thawed out by the time Borys gets home from work. Lately I have become addicted to the show The Hills – and have made it through almost about 4 seasons in just 2 weeks. The other day as I was enthralled in an earth-shattering episode, wondering if Heidi and Spencer would actually stay together, I heard Borys ask: “Why is there a milk bag on the floor?” “Milk bag?”, I thought. I have no clue, and in the moment all that came to mind was a big bag of 2% empty on the floor. “Oh I don’t know. Maybe it fell out of the garbage.”, is how I replied, or something like that. Well, time passed and I went to prepare Niko’s daily bottle.  Usually his milk thaws out in the dish rack, but lo and behold when I went to get it the dish rack was bare! – I sort of felt like Old Mother Hubbard for a second! Bare!? What!? How can this be? I specifically remembered taking the milk out of the freezer and putting it in the dish rack. So, I asked Borys if he’d seen it, and of course his response was, “That’s what I was talking about earlier, when I mentioned the empty milk bag on the floor!” I took the bag out of the garbage to inspect and sure enough it had the tell-tale signs of teeth marks, and had been adequately punctured and drained by none other than our adorable little culprit Frasier! Not to worry, there was milk on reserve in the fridge for little Niko. However, I was on puke-watch for the rest of the night, thinking for sure Frasier would vomit, but I guess the old slogan rings true even for dogs: Milk it does a body good!


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