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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:19 pm

My Box(er) dog, Cooper is a master planner, coupled with stealth. I lost an 8 oz. rib eye steak last night when my wife arrived home. I went to greet her, and it was snatched up and devoured. He's also stolen ribs, other steaks, a prime rib and chicken and turkey's. Any one else have a "counter surfer/ robber"? Admonishment did no good, he had his prize. He's a fine dog, protective, but a hog.

Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:21 pm

Take HIS food when he isn't looking? Laughing

I dunno...

Baiting Guru Joined: 08 Jul 2004 Posts: 11857 Location: UK

^^^^^

Buy a blow up rubber chicken, fill it with chilli powder and inflate it, rub some raw meat/chicken on the outside and leave it in the usual place where the thefts have occured, when he bites it Shocked

, might put him off Laughing

Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:24 pm

I gave him a dose of Tabasco Sauce once. He wanted more.

Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:48 pm

^^^^ Try Super Glue

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:08 am

Uhh....

don't leave your food unattended? Laughing

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:16 am

^^^ ditto. Is he used to getting little treats and titbits from the table or kitchen while you are cooking?? BIIIIIIIG mistake Very Happy

He'll think it's his personal smorgasbord.

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 1:02 am

We watch him like a hawk. Stealthy is his middle name. Secretive. He'd be a great scambaiter. And do ring before you come by. Twisted Evil

You don't want to wake him.

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 1:26 am

Is that Cooper in your avatar? If that's the case, an 8oz. steak isn't even petty theft. That can't even be considered a good meal for him. He's BIG.

I'd hate to see your weekly dog food bills.

Not quite a Newb Joined: 11 Jan 2006 Posts: 36

Check out "It's Me or the Dog" with trainer Victoria Stillwell on animal.discovery.com. (There is also a TV series of the same title on Animal Planet.) I don't have a dog but I like to watch the program. Victoria teaches people how to change their dogs' bad behaviour. Smile

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 2:41 am

Joaquin wrote:

Is that Cooper in your avatar?

No, thats not Cooper. Cooper is only about 75 lbs. That dog in my avatar could probably eat an entire cow in one squat.

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 2:45 am

^^^You big old dog lover! Wink

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 2:58 am

@Joaquin,

You know what Joe's avatar eats?

ANYTHING HE WANTS Laughing

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 4:31 am

Joe
introduce Cooper to a cat thread and then a slowly bring in the cats into
his diet.cat is a very lean meat so will be good for his weight but check them bones pal,can be like the those fish bones and get stuck.

Wink

plenty of cats around here,im sure of it,god damn pus pus......................

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 5:11 am

B.A. Ware wrote:

You know what Joe's avatar eats?

ANYTHING HE WANTS

I guess you are right. And he also sleeps wherever he may decide to every night, even if it's Joe's bed. He's not the kind of fellow you want to have an argument with.

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 5:21 am

Here's how bed space is distributed when you have dogs:

Quote:

"THE FOOT RULE"
Author Unknown
There is a formula for figuring out how bed space is allocated. It is
called the "Foot Rule". You start by determining the total number of
feet (as in those at the end of the legs, not the kind made up by
inches). Then you divide that total by the number of feet belonging to
the person(s) or dog(s) in question. This is how it works: You and
husband share your bed with 1 dog. You and your husband total 4 feet
and the dog also has 4 feet. That is a total of 8 feet. The dog has
4 out of 8 feet or 50%, therefore, the dog gets 50% of the bed.
You could work this in reverse as well. You have 2 out of 8 feet or 25%
and so does your husband, so each of you gets 25% and the dog gets
50%.
Now I have 5 dogs. At 4 feet per dog, that is 20 feet. Add to that my
2 feet and we have a total of 22 feet in the bed. I have 2 out of 22
feet which is 1/11th or 9.1% of the bed. The dogs, since they share a
total of 20 of 22 feet, get 10/11ths or 90.9% of the bed. Simple
isn't it?!
Once I figured out my percent of the bed space, the next step was to
work out the exact area that I am entitled to. My bed is a California
King which is approximately 6 ft x 7 ft.
Here is the math:
6 ft x 7 ft = 42 square feet
42 square feet = 6048 square inches
9.1% of 6048 = 550 square inches
550 square inches = 45.8 total inches
45.8 inches = 3.8 total feet
In order to determine the exact size of my bed space, I needed to know
the percentage of length to width - this comes out to 54% long to 46%
wide.
When I apply these percentages to my spot:
550 square inches x 54% = 297 square inches
550 square inches x 46% = 253 square inches
297 square inches = 24.7 inches
253 square inches = 21.1 inches
24.7 inches = 2.1 feet
21.1 inches = 1.8 feet
Now that the math is all done, the figures show that the dimensions of
my part of the bed are 2.1 feet by 1.8 feet or in other words:
I GET THE PILLOW!!!

Anyone who has ever shared sleeping space with a canine of any size will agree that this is 100% true Laughing

Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 11:02 am

^^Or shared a bed with a cat.

The two cats we are owned by now have gone soft in their old age. They are the best behaved since we started being owned by them. The previous cats were into theft in a big way.

The first dog we had was Macky. He was constantly seeking out new girlfriends and opportunities to thieve. He once came home with a frozen chicken and later came back with a flan case. Him and Tiger, a cat, would go pinching milk. Tiger would puncture the milk bottle top, Macky would knock it over and they would both drink away. We were told by the victim of the robberies, that she wouldn't mind so much but 'it was the second time this week' - it was only Wednesday.

The grand old patriarchof the cats, Caesar, had a nifty trick for breaking into the fridge. He would stand on Macky's back and use his claw to break the seal at the fridge door near the top. The others would pile in and help themselves to the goodies. Macky caught the row because he couldn't get out of the cat flap.

Once when Macky did try the cat flap he got stuck. The cats chewed the flap off the door and made the hole wider for him to escape.

Tiger, a ginger and white tomcat, liked the baker's van that used to call around. The baker would call on his customers, Tiger would sneak into the back of the van and start helping himself to the various goodies, cream cakes, custard tarts and such.

Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 12:48 am

^^^ Great story Dion!
I have 3 dogs. Cooper, the 75 pound Boxer. Rachel, the 60 pound Boxer, Cisco, the 8 pound Chihuahua. All have ear lashes from Chop, the 10 pound cat that doesn't take crap from anyone, or, any dog. Very Happy

Tiff, the other cat, just stares them down. They walk away, and go to eat some food, and then go to sleep. Tiff then gloats over her pride of Canines from the top of the couch.

Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 1:18 am

They say that in a house of cats and dogs the cats ALWAYS win, although it might take a few fights to sort out the pecking order. I didn't happen in our case unfortunately - Dogs 1 Cat 0 (RIP Tiddles)

Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 2:09 am

RIP Tiddles. Bless you. Sorry Gnasher.

Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 3:17 am

Macky and Cleo - Tiger's sister, were a couple made in heaven. He would snarl and fight for her when she had dog trouble, she would hide behind him when she had a row. When Macky was dying and had to go on a special diet, Cleo would save part of her food to give to him. When he passed on she was devastated and it was really upsetting to see the pain in her eyes. She fell in love with him when Macky was forced into kitten sitting by Cleo's mother, Susie. Susie was a fanatical mother, she was still breast feeding her three kittens - Firsty, Cleo & Tiger - when they were 18 months old. Woe betide anyone who picked on her babies, regardless of her babies age.

Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 4:42 am

JoeTam wrote:

RIP Tiddles. Bless you. Sorry Gnasher.

It wasn't the dogs' fault - well not really. We got them as puppies and they wanted to play with the cat and she wasn't interested. If she'd just given them a good scratch a couple of times then peace would have been restored but she preferred to taunt them from the top of the garden wall and then run away once she'd wound them up into a frenzy. Unfortunately she ran into the road and into the path of a van. Luckily it was quick and painless Crying or Very sad

The poor van driver was very upset too but it wasn't his fault either. To be honest I think the cat's days were numbered anyway. We have a psycho neighbour somewhere around here who's making all the local cats gradually 'disappear'. A couple have turned up having been poisoned Mad

I've noticed that while Aussies love their dogs, their feelings towards cats can be a lot more ambivalent.

Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 5:34 am

I also have 2 Boxers. This breed does not mature until the age of 3 or 4. You should feel lucky that you only lost a steak. Very Happy

When I first took in Piggy, he was 1 and a terror. He ate my sofa and a bed. Shocked

He ate the water hose, all my flowers, lawn furniture and...well...much more.

Yes he is still here and it's one year later. After working with him he is 50% better. Laughing

Gotta love those Boxers

Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 6:51 am

My mate has a boxer (Amber) and I don't know if it's typical of boxers but while you're round at his place she won't leave you alone. All she wants is to play ALL the time, and when I say ALL the time I mean ALLTHE TIME. I suspect that it is what with boxers being a working breed. Typical I mean.

@lizzie:
WTF? You're not allowed to call your dog piggy, that's my cat's name!

Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 4:13 pm

Lizzy Bordom wrote:

I also have 2 Boxers. This breed does not mature until the age of 3 or 4

Well, at least you've got hope. I have a 4 year old Golden Retriever that will never mature. GR's are eternal puppies. And no guardians at all. He will happily play with any burglar that brings along any tipe of ball.

And I have thought about buying one of those machines that automatically pitches tennis balls. But I am sure the expensive machine will burn out before "Nacho" gives up retrieving the balls.

And don't let him in the house. His strong and constantly wagging tail has the exact height above ground to clear everything on top of a small table in miliseconds.

But he is the most loyal friend our family has ever had. We all love him.