In November, I wrote about Black Jack's seven beds. Bed number six gave her Channel 1 programs at the front window. As I put up some bird feeders over the holidays, I thought it would be fun for her to have a second channel at the back window. However, with no carpet in the dining room, I worried that whatever we put could possibly cause her to slip and hurt one of those tiny, thin legs, as she jumped up onto, or down from, her perch. So, I began the search for just the right solution. London Drugs ended up supplying three of the four items that made up an acceptable combination for Channel 2 viewing. First, a sort of upholstered coffee table. She loved it, but had to be placed on it and carried off it.
Then, we added an $11.99 couch, for more heighth and comfort too.
With space at the end, so she could jump in two stages, a carpet for grip, and some steps (this last the only non-London Drugs item), we thought she had the perfect set-up, but Black Jack wasn't so sure. She still expected to be lifted up and into the bed.
She obediently sat at the foot of the steps, but trying them out was another matter.
A few strategically placed pieces of freeze-dried chicken, and a bit of encouragement, finally got her moving.
The programs were very entertaining - three different squirrels to keep track of and lots of birds.
Sorry if this next part grosses out sensitive readers, but there was one problem I worried about, but hoped to be proven wrong. Unfortunately, my concerns were well founded. Yesterday, I noticed seeds in Black Jack's poo. Then, in the evening, she defiantly grabbed and quickly swallowed a very large nut, right under my nose, as I was giving the command "leave it" and trying to remove it. I hoped, again, that I was worrying for nothing, but this morning, at 5:15, she upchucked a large, gross mixture of undigested seeds and nuts and suet. Poor Bill! Bless his heart! He jumped up and did the preliminary cleaning of Bed number 1, so that I could get it in the washing machine before work. Then, while I was gone, he took down all the feeders and cleaned up all the litter from the snow. Black Jack is fortunately fine, but I feel so sorry for the birds and squirrels, and particularly for the little one I posted about yesterday. Channel 2 will not be quite so exciting, but I'm hoping my dear neighbor will be able to either give me some suggestions for a way to feed safely, or accept the leftover seeds/nuts/suet to use in her already well-stocked feeders in her backyard. Bill said he saw the little squirrel come to the feeding spot today, and do a double-take as he found it empty. "I could tell he was disappointed," said Bill, and so ends, for now, the little fellow's clearly enjoyed banquet. I'm most angry with myself for not getting the "leave it" command down. Strange that I can get multitudes of kids who have never touched a wind instrument in their lives to perform rather decently at the end of three months, but I can't get a little 12-pound dog to obey two commands that have the potential to save her life. Some serious wheels turning here - I know I can do better than that, and I've GOT to do better than that!