She’s just not right. She isn’t. There’s something missing in her brain.
Yeah, I mean Bazinga, the Wonder Dog.
She’s a wonderful pet. Patient as all holy heck, which is what you want with not one, but TWO Terror Toddlers in the house. So that’s great.
But she has no sense of self-preservation. Or any hope of survival skills. As Wolf puts it, “She’s cute. Just not every bright.” I kinda wonder if her mother dropped her on her head as a puppy.
I’ve walked into the room to discover her sleeping on the floor. With BOTH toddlers standing on her head. And she’s sleeping. Of course, I get the toddlers from using her head as a step stool, and she kept sleeping.
Yesterday, Wolf tripped over her. Again, she didn’t wake up.
She also sleeps against doors. So, she gets bumped with the door when people are going in and out. She’ll get up, move…and once the door is closed, go right back to where she was.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, she’s just a weird sleeper. You’d think so, wouldn’t you?
But it doesn’t end there.
I’ve mentioned that she completely fails as a guard dog. That would be enough, but…
When we first got Bazinga, I wanted her on a raw food diet. I’d done loads of research, and raw food diet sounded like an excellent thing. Healthier for the dog, less poop (LESS POOP!) less chance of allergies, the list was long and convincing. And, being a big dog, her life expectancy isn’t very long, as a rule. I wanted to ensure the best, the healthiest choices we could for her, in hopes of avoiding some of the health issues that can happen with her breed, or large dogs in general.
Except…Bazinga didn’t know what to do with raw food.
I wish I were kidding. She seriously wouldn’t eat it. I tried everything. Nope. No dice. Kibble, she scarfs down, not a problem, but raw meat? Icky, slimy, stinky, not been processed, raw meat? She turned up her pushed in nose at it.
A dog that won’t eat meat. Seriously?
Every now and then, Wolf gets her a treat. While Bazinga won’t eat raw meat in her bowl, she has enjoyed meaty bones. So, he picks them up now and again.
He did that on Saturday.
She played with it. Tossed it around the yard, sniffed it…but eat it? Noooope. Apparently, there was too much MEAT on the bone.
It’s a good thing she has people.
Bazinga out in the wild wouldn’t survive, unless there was a wild herd of kibble running amok in the forest.