The death of a pet: One year later

I’ve known this blog post was coming up, but I still wasn’t prepared for it. That sounds quite ridiculous, considering that, apart from the endless staff who work for me, I plan and write the awkward content that goes on here.

Even with the title, I’m going to give you some spoilers about this blog post. Today’s lecture will not be filled with rainbows, ponies and ice creams. I’m sorry, but it really won’t. So, I won’t be offended if it’s not for you, because it’s not even for me.

Over the weekend, it marked the first anniversary of the death of our dog, Indy. See, I told you this was not going to be fun. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to navigate my feelings and thoughts around this, so I need to turn back the clock first.

It’s important to note that Indy was my future wife’s dog before I met him. He was the runt of his litter, and my wife was present when he was born. A friend of hers owned Indy’s parents and planned to sell the puppies later on. My wife initially had no intention of adopting a puppy because her living situation wasn’t ideal for one.

However, fate had other ideas, because as the weeks passed, nobody wanted him because of his small stature. If nobody adopted him, then he might have been given to an animal charity centre. My wife didn’t want that to happen to him, so they chose each other.


Indy looking fabulous at a Christmas party.

My wife and Indy became an inseparable pair, and six months later, they met me. And after many dates, the two of them asked me to join their team. Sometime later, it became official with a wedding. The interesting thing about me before I met Indy and my future wife was that I was mourning our family dog, Jack.

I was living in another city when Jack got very ill and died. I felt disconnected from that event, and I took his death really hard. During this grieving period, I purposely avoided petting or playing with dogs. It didn’t even matter that they were my friends’ dogs; I just didn’t want to touch them. It felt wrong to do that, so I avoided being around them.

As I mentioned previously, fate had other ideas. When I met my future wife for our first date, she brought Indy to keep her company. She later said that Indy was her measuring stick for her dates: if Indy didn’t like the date, or if the date didn’t like him, there would be no second date.

I knew she had brought her dog with her, but I had not fully processed what that would mean. As I sat down and tried to act like a normal single male with a beautiful woman, I needed to come to terms with the fact that there was a dog, who was begging for some pats and belly rubs. I discovered that I couldn’t say no to him.

It was weeks later that my future wife informed me that the reason we had a second date, was because I was kind to Indy and that he liked me. I had no idea that the course of my life was going to depend on whether a dog liked me or not.

The more time I spent around Indy, the more it revealed a few things about myself that were a surprise. The obvious point was that I had to acknowledge that I missed having a dog in my life.

What I didn’t realise at the time was that Indy was helping me heal the hole in my heart left by Jack’s death. He also helped me understand that being part of a team with a beautiful woman wasn’t a daunting idea. I wasn’t as frightened as I thought I would be. This little dog saved me in ways I didn’t realise I needed saving.


Indy claiming his spot in our bed.

So, let’s get back to the title of the blog. It’s been one year since Indy died, so what has life been like? I guess it depends on how honest I want to be. I would be lying if I said that it has been easy, with the first two months being pretty rough.

I know people grieve in different ways, because we are all different. But how does someone grieve and mourn for a pet? What’s the best way to do this? Having said that, I’m not sure how to explain things, but I’ll give it a go.

We have encouraged UMC1 and UMC2 to discuss Indy when they wanted to, whether to talk about his misadventures or just to state the fact that they miss him. UMC2 talks about him more than UMC1, but I know they both miss and love him.

For myself, I’m content to talk about him, but it heavily relies on the context of the discussion. Sometimes I can joke about him and retell stories, but other times, I still have to leave the room after talking about him.

I suppose the grief is always sitting there, just under the skin, and all it takes is a small scratch to reveal it. I’m left thinking, “Wow, where did that reaction come from?” I also know that he’s been gone for a year, but I still catch myself doing things, mainly out of habit.

  • When my wife picks me up from work, I have to stop myself from asking how Indy’s day has been.
  • When calling my wife from work, I have to stop myself from asking how Indy’s day has been.
  • I find myself wanting to check the bed before sitting on it, so I don’t hurt Indy.

We miss and love Indy, and he loved us. So what do you do with the leftover love? UMC1 and UMC2 would like to get another dog soon; however, my wife and I are not ready for that. We want to be, just not yet.

I remember reading somewhere that not loving another pet after a pet’s death is a sin. There are so many pets out there that need loving families to take care of them, and we will do that again, just not yet. My wife is worried she would compare the new dog to Indy, and that wouldn’t be fair to the new dog. As for me, I guess I have more healing to be done.


Indy catching up on some well deserved rest.

It was awkward going to Indy’s favourite places around town, but this has been getting better. We were at the beach the other day, when UMC2 pointed to a dog and stated that the dog looked like Indy’s clone. That caught me by surprise, but he wasn’t angry or sad about it; it was just an observation.

Something that has shocked me has been my ability to talk to and hug other dogs. After Jack died, I isolated my heart from dogs and avoided being around them. After Indy’s death, I didn’t want to make the same mistake, so I decided that when I would meet a dog, I would give it lots of pats and hugs. It’s not their fault, they want to get some attention from a faulty human.

This has been great because it’s allowed me to discuss the dog with the owner. Sometimes Indy comes up in conversations, and sometimes he doesn’t. It’s been helpful.

We have photos of Indy around the house, and I have photos of Indy and Jack, next to each other, on my desk. The dogs never met in life, but part of me hopes they have met in the afterlife.

This blog post is ultimately not as good as I had hoped it would be, as I have stopped several times to think about him and let the experience wash over me. The more I think about Indy, the more I have to write. But the more I write about him, the more I have to stop and compose myself.

Indy was a fucking good dog, not just to me, the boys and my wife, but to everybody. He changed my life, and as long as we continue to talk about his misadventures, our memories and love for him will never be gone.

I’m done now. Thank you for continuing to read, follow, and subscribe to Some Geek Told Me. If you have a pet, please do me a favour and hug them. I’ll see you next week for the return of We Didn’t Start the Fire.


200 posts and counting

Well, here it is, my 200th blog post! This is not exactly what I had in mind to celebrate the milestone, but you play the cards you’re dealt. This post highlights a Pyrrhic victory for me. Firstly, let’s discuss the 200th blog post of New Zealand’s 5th least favourite website!

I started this project of hubris and vanity in December 2020, writing one blog post each fortnight. Once I found my uncoordinated groove of writing awful posts, I switched to one per week, which created a different level of anxiety.

Creating pressure on yourself to write one blog post per week about something people may find interesting and not getting paid for it? Quick, sign me up, that sounds amazing!

I’ve discussed many different topics and subjects on Some Geek Told Me. These rants have covered the Ukraine-Russia crisis, flags, comics, movies, books, children, 10 Downing St shenanigans, history, music, ANZAC Day, socks, the Rugby World Cup, the Solar System, and so many more absurd things.


Credit: Westside News

There have been times when I’ve been extremely enthusiastic about a topic, while other weeks, I’ve had to stop myself from quitting this whole enterprise.

Added into the equation that I run daily Mastodon and Twitter accounts about random stuff, makes me sometimes feel I need my head examined for all the time and effort put into Some Geek Told Me!

Some weeks I’m very organised, but other weeks, it’s utter chaos. This whole writing experience has been fascinating because my writing probably hasn’t improved, but by doing this; and I’ve said this before, it stops me from going to bars or trading comic books under dark bridges.

I thought I would have failed by the 5th post, so reaching my 200th post is something I didn’t know was possible. Though, to be fair, what defines a successful blog? It is the number of subscribers? It is the number of blogs published each week? It is the amount of money earned for each post?

I have no idea, but I’m not tired of this yet. If people keep reading and subscribing to my stuff, I’ll keep writing my rants. However, none of this could be possible without the support of my family, which includes my wife, UMC1, UMC2 and our dog.

This brings me to the second part of the blog. With Some Geek Told Me, I not only discuss national and international events and topics that interest me, but I also share what’s happening to me in general. Granted, I don’t discuss everything that matters, but today is something I can’t avoid.

As many long-time readers and subscribers to this account know, I have a dog named Indy. He’s a bichon frise cross, and Indy has been the subject of a few posts, namely his eating style.

I’m sorry to say that our beautiful boy died on Friday. We said goodbye to him, and the concept that he’s no longer here with us is heartbreaking. He was my favourite non-human, and he was a fucking good dog. Indy was a part of my life for 12 years, and I’m so grateful for that time.


Indy is displaying his famous muddy paws
Indy waking up and looking handsome

I’m not going to spend a lot of time talking about him, mainly for the fact that I don’t know how to write any more about him without crying. I promise I’ll write about him at a later date, just not today.

I’m going to miss and love our beautiful boy forever. To me, Indy was a tōtara.

Sorry, I’ve started crying again, so I need to stop. Anyway, like I said, this blog post is a Pyrrhic victory; Yah, I’ve written 200 blog posts, but I lost my dog.

And with that, I need to go to bed. Thank you for continuing to read, follow, and subscribe to Some Geek Told Me. Please remember to walk your dog, read a banned book, be kind to yourself, and I’ll see you next week for the return of the Tour of the Solar System.


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Larry the Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office

My Mid-Winter break is over, so the staff at Some Geek Told Me have purchased new handcuffs and chained me to my desk, with the intent of releasing me around Christmas time. Aren’t they kind and thoughtful?

Since I’m back in my writer’s chair, what insightful content will I discuss? World Peace? Cure for cancer? New climate change initiatives? New element discovered on the Periodic Table? Even though they would be great, it’s no to all of them.

In today’s rant, I want to talk about a cat named Larry. He’s arguably one of the most photographed cats on the planet. I find it interesting that his name is Larry, because that’s a pretty boss move! But there’s a small detail I need to share about Larry. To explain this, I’ll need to talk about the recent general election in the United Kingdom. These topics might seem unrelated, but trust me, they’re connected!

British politics is similar to New Zealand politics, with the fact there are many different parties in parliament, which can give rise to coalition governments, just like our current one.

Last Thursday, after being in power for 14 years, Rishi Sunak’s Conservative Party suffered its worst defeat ever. Out of a possible 650 parliamentary seats, they only won 121 seats; losing 252 Members of Parliament. It was an armageddon level event for the Tories.1

Their rivals, the Labour Party, achieved a majority of 326 seats in the House of Commons, winning 412 seats, and gaining 214 new seats. Their leader, Sir Keir Starmer, has now become Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and one of the perks of being the British Prime Minister is living at the famous address, 10 Downing Street.


Larry the Cat in a Union flag bow-tie in the Cabinet Room at 10 Downing Street on April 28, 2011.
Credit: James Glossop/WPA Pool/Getty Images

We can now bring it back to Larry because his residence is also at 10 Downing Street. Larry’s official title is Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office, an inaugural title that was given to him; however other cats have been employed by the British government, going back to the 16th century with Cardinal Thomas Wolsey, as well as the first official mouser in 1929.

Larry is a tabby cat, born a stray around 2007; making him 17 years old. He was adopted in 2011 from an animal rescue centre, by Dowling St staff, for his hunting and mousing skills. Because of this, Larry does not belong to the UK Prime Minister, since he’s a civil servant. To put this in context, when a Prime Minister needs to leave 10 Downing Street, they can’t take Larry with them.

This has led to Larry living with, and outlasting five prime ministers; David Cameron, Theresa May, Boris Johnson, Liz Truss, and now Rishi Sunak. His new housemate is, of course, Sir Keir Starmer.


Larry, outside his home at 10 Downing St.
Credit: Chris J Ratcliffe, Getty Images

If Larry is a civil servant, what are his responsibilities?

According to The Downing Street website, his responsibilities include:

  • Greeting guests to the house.
  • Inspecting security defences.
  • Testing antique furniture for napping quality.
  • Contemplating solutions to the mouse occupancy of the house.

The employment of Larry is not paid for through taxpayers’ money, but rather funded voluntarily by members of Downing St staff.


Larry sleeping in the window of 10 Downing Street. Credit: Simon Walker 

Over the years, Larry has built a reputation as a great mouser, with several confirmed kills; but it hasn’t gone all to plan.

  • In 2011, the increasing mice population at Downing St, drove Prime Minister David Cameron to throw a fork at one.
  • Larry had earned the moniker, Lazy Larry, from the media.
  • In 2012, Larry was spending more time sleeping, than hunting for mice, as well as hanging out with a female cat named Maisie.
  • Displeased his Larry’s work, an extra Chief Mouser, named Freya was employed in 2012, at 11 Downing St.

Larry is a busy and famous cat, which has created some tension with other animals. Firstly, there was Freya, who moved in next door, and they tolerated each other. In 2014, Freya moved away, forcing Larry to go back to being the sole Chief Mouser.

In 2020, Larry stalked and attacked a pigeon, but for unknown reasons, the bird escaped unharmed.

In 2022, Larry confronted a fox outside 10 Downing and chased it away.


The brutal fight between Larry and Palmerston. Credit: Steve Beck

Sir Keir Starmer has brought his family cat, JoJo to 10 Downing St, so the world will have to wait and see what happens with Larry, and his new housemate.

I must mention Larry’s rivalry with Palmerston. As the Chief Mouser for the Foreign Office, Palmerston and Larry were frenemies who had fought each other numerous times. In 2016, Palmerston even entered 10 Downing Street and had to be evicted by staff.

However, one of their best/worst fights was outside 10 Downing St’s door, which was recorded by Steve Beck, a political photographer. The brutal fight resulted in Larry losing his collar, and Palmerston receiving a badly cut ear and several deep scratches.



Larry has become a beloved icon to the British public, having photobombed politicians, paraded in front of the world’s media, and forced police officers to help him inside his home. Larry also has an unofficial social media accounts on Twitter and Mastodon.

Larry is a hard-working cat that faces daily pressure from being Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office. I mean, not every cat could handle the responsibilities. Keep it up Larry, you’re amazing!

That’s it for me. Congratulations to the UK Labour Party, but also Ensemble and New Popular Front, from the French election. I was expecting the former, but the latter was a pleasant shock.

Thank you for reading, following, and subscribing to Some Geek Told Me. Please don’t forget to walk your dog, read a banned book, watch the Copa América and Euro Football Championships semi-finals, and I’ll see you next week.


1 I know you can’t tell, but I haven’t stopped smiling over this.

My dog is 12 years old

This is a short blog today, folks. However, it’s still important, because my dog celebrated his 12th birthday last week. And when I say he celebrated, I mean we did.

Indy did find the time to relax on his birthday, thankfully, because the day was packed full of naps, snacks, and snoozes, along with a walk and car rides. UMC2 made him a birthday card, so on Indy’s birthday, UMC2 presented it and explained the features of the card to him.

Indy did receive some new dog treats, and I was quite surprised that he actually liked them because he’s still hassling us to give him more.


It’s hard work being this awesome all the time.

As much as I would like to talk about Indy’s birthday, there’s one thing I can’t avoid and don’t like discussing: his age. He’s now 12 years old, and because dogs age at a different rate than humans; along with their size, he is roughly 65 human years old. Indy is basically a pensioner now, so if he were human, he would probably vote for NZ First and that young Winston Peters.

I’m starting to cry as I write this, because jokes aside, I have to face the reality that we have a senior dog. The warning signs have been there for awhile now. He tried jumping up onto the bed and knocked his front left leg, a few months ago. We’re quite conscious of the height of the bed, so we’re trying to teach him to walk up a ramp, so he can sleep on the bed. He’s not a fan of the ramp.

He still enjoys walks, but he gets tired a lot faster than he used to. Because of this, we try and go for shorter walks with him. Even when Indy is running around in circles, whether he’s inside or outside, he doesn’t go for very long before he needs a rest. We have even changed his dog food to senior dog food.

My previous dog died when he was 10 years old, and it broke my heart. Because of that, I didn’t allow myself to get close to dogs again, even though I love them. That worked until I met my future wife and her dog. Dammit.

Strangely, Indy gave me therapy sessions, when I didn’t even realise I needed them. And now he sleeps on my pillow and clothes. It’s a good reason to put my clothes away, otherwise I’ll just be walking around smelling like a Bichon.

Anyway, we have a senior dog now, and his birthday has just made us appreciate him even more. Even when he is blitzing around the house at 3 am.

Does anybody have a senior pet? How has it changed the way you care for them? As always, please let me know.

Like I said before, I’m sorry, but this blog was shorter this week. Having said that, the Tour of the Solar System returns next week, so prepare yourself! Thank you once again for reading, following, and subscribing to Some Geek Told Me. My advice for this week is simple: go and spend some extra time with your pets and I’ll see you next week.


Animals with the wrong names: Ocean Edition

I want to talk about scientists. Why? I love science and scientists, I truly do. They are amazing people, working throughout history; across various backgrounds, to help lift humanity up to understand ourselves and the environment we live in.

They have been unravelling the secrets of the cosmos, developing vaccines, creating Salt and Vinegar chips, identifying new elements and particles; as well as finding new breakthroughs in surgery, meteorology, psychology, sociology, anthropology, and many others.

As a global society, we can never repay them for the discoveries and inventions that they have given us. I’m in awe of them, and I wish I could be one, but I’m too…. wait, where was I? Oh right, Scientists!

Of all of the wonderful skills these fantastic people have, naming things is not a strong suit for some scientists. To be honest, it’s a bit problematic, to say the least.

This of course brings us to the crux of today’s blog. When it comes to naming organisms, some scientists blatantly don’t work in marketing or public relations departments; because if they did, some of their choices would never have seen the light of our nearest star.

Below is a list of animals, that have been named incorrectly. I’ve decided in my infinite wisdom, to only list ocean creatures to begin with. Many other animals can make different lists, but I need to pace myself. I mean, Rome wasn’t sacked once, was it? Simultaneously, the Gauls, Visigoths, Vandals, Ostrogoths, Normans, and soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire, are jumping up and down with their hands in the air, because they know the answer.

To make this list, an aquatic animal must have been given a name, or at least known as something, that it actually isn’t. As I said before, these animals have the wrong names. I’ll illustrate this by underlining the incorrect name because I’m tech-savvy. Also, they’re in alphabetic order because I obviously like to live dangerously.

I do need to point out some examples of aquatic lifeforms like whale sharks or lionfish, won’t make the list. This is because they’re named after what they actually are: a whale shark is still a shark, and a lionfish is still a fish. You’ll see what I mean, trust me.

Also, I’m not a biologist, so if I have given an animal the wrong classification, I’m sorry. This blog is not my day job. Not yet, anyway.


Electric Eel: Electric eels are not true eels, but rather a type of knifefish.

Horseshoe Crab: Not a crab, because they don’t meet the characteristics of being a crab. Horseshoe crabs are actually members of the Chelicerates, and they are closely related to arachnids, but they are still not crabs.

Image by Yinan Chen from Pixabay

Jellyfish: Jellyfish or jellies, are not fish, because they don’t meet the characteristics of being a fish. They are actually Cnidarians, because they belong to the phylum (division of classification) of Cnidaria.

Image by Silvo Bilinski from Pixabay

Killer Whale: While still being an aquatic mammal, Killer Whales are not technically whales, but rather the largest species of dolphins. Their real name is Orcas.

Image by Wolfgang Lucht from Pixabay

Mantis Shrimp: Believe it or not, but the mantis shrimp is not a mantis, nor a shrimp. They actually belong to a group of crustaceans known as Stomatopoda. Also don’t ever get into a boxing match with a mantis shrimp, because you’ll lose.

Image by Kevin Mc Loughlin from Pixabay

Sea Angel: Sea Angels are definitely not angels, but rather a type of sea slug. Sorry, not sorry.

Sea Cucumber: I know it looks like a cucumber, but it really isn’t. They are not a vegetable, because this animal is a type of Echinoderm.

Image by Kevin Mc Loughlin from Pixabay

Seadragon: Say this with me, “A Seadragon is not a dragon.” They are actually closely related to seahorses, but still technically a fish, and not a dragon.

Image by gene1970 from Pixabay

Seahorse: You already know what I’m going to say, don’t you? “How in the nine levels of Dante’s Hell, is a seahorse actually a horse?” Easy, it’s not. Yes, they look like a horse, in a distorted kind of way, but they’re still not a horse. Just like seadragons, they are a type of fish.

Image by Arhnue Tan from Pixabay

Sea Lion: Are birds a special group of animals descended from dinosaurs? Yes, yes they are. Are sea lions a special group of lions? No, no they’re not. Sea lions are a type of seal, and they’re called sea lions because some adult males have thick fur around their necks; just like a lion’s mane.

Sea Nettle: Sea nettles are closely related to jellyfish because they share the same genus of classification, Chrysaora. Also, they aren’t any type of nettle. Obviously.

Sea Pen: Yes, they may have the long, cylindrical shape of a pen or quill; but I promise you they are not pens. You can’t write with them! Sea pens are actually closely related to jellyfish, so they belong to the Cnidarians.

Image by iStock

Sea Spider: Sea spiders are odd because they look like spiders, but they’re not. However, they are distantly related to spiders though. Sea spiders are actually a type of marine arthropod.

Starfish: Starfish do live in the ocean, but that doesn’t make them fish. They are more closely related to sea cucumbers, which makes them a type of Echinoderm. They do look pretty cool, don’t they?

Image by jacmoermanplanetnl from Pixabay

Vampire Squid: When discussing vampire squids, you need to remember two things. The first thing is that vampire squids are not vampires. Yes, they live in the dark, from depths of 600 to 900 metres, but they don’t suck the blood of their victims. Because of their habitat, their diet consists of marine snow or organic rain, which is dead animal material.

Secondly, although still a cephalopod, the vampire squid is not a squid. They are their own special group of animals, but vampire squids are more closely related to octopuses than squids.


Were any names of these animals a surprise to you? Did I miss any aquatic misnamed animals? Please let me know.

And that concludes another blog for another week. That’s one small blog for a man, but a giant blog for geek kind. Next week, I’ll be looking at the 2023 San Diego Comic-Con and the different upcoming releases that I found to be interesting. This is well within my wheelhouse, because…you know, I am a geek. Now and forever.

Thanks once again for reading, following, and subscribing to Some Geek Told Me. And just like last week, don’t forget to walk your dog, read a banned book, go watch some FIFA Women’s World Cup football, and I’ll see you next week.


My dog’s eating habits are getting strange: The conclusion

Everybody loves a good threequel, right? Whether its a book, movie, or album, threequels have a reputation of being amazing like Highlander III: The Sorcerer, The Hangover Part III, Taken 3, or RoboCop 3. Classics. So just like them, I put forth a new chapter in the history of awesome threequels: My dog’s eating habits are getting strange: The conclusion.

For those of you living in blissful ignorance, the first and second chapters of this thrilling trilogy, can be found on my blog.

For a quick recap:

  • My dog’s name is Indy and he’s 11 years old.
  • I noticed Indy was eating figuratively and literally, half of his food in his bowl.
  • I decided to study how he was eating the food, by recording it on the calendar; every day for a year.
  • It was always the same type of dog food in his bowl.
  • I published a blog covering the results from January-June 2022.
  • I published a blog covering the results from July-December 2022.

This blog is going to cover the results for the entire year and if anything at all, can be discovered from the results; other than the debate about whether the dog or the owner is weirder. And with that compelling introduction, let’s do this for the third and final time!

2022 results:

The percentages work out to be:

Left: 39%  Right: 33%   Top: 10%   Bottom: 8%   Centre: 1%  All: 5%   Hour Glass: 1%  Did not eat: 3%

So what does this all mean?

1.) Based over the year, it’s plain to see that Indy prefers eating from the Left side of his bowl.

2.) You’ll see Did Not Eat spiked around September. This was when Indy got sick, but also when he had a holiday and ate, well…holiday food, that was not from his bowl.

3.) We tried to control the conditions throughout the year as much as we could; however we totally forgot about one factor: the door. During late Spring to early Autumn, the back door was left open, while we were at home. This was to let fresh air flow into the house, because of the heat. So during late Autumn to early Spring, we kept the door closed, because of the colder temperatures.

4.) During Winter, Indy started diversifying his eating styles, because the Left and Right decreased, while Top and Bottom increased. Whether there was a correlation between the status of the door and Indy’s eating styles, remains to be investigated for another day. This was because Indy’s food bowl was right next to the back door.

So armed with the knowledge of Indy’s preferred eating style, we are left with two questions:

1.) What do we do now?

I have no idea. The whole process of recording his eating style for an entire year has been fun; if not a little strange.

2.) Why does Indy prefer eating from the Left?

Again, I have no idea. I’m not smart enough to understand Bichon logic, so it’s totally pointless.

Alright, that’s it. An entire year’s worth of data, based on one dog’s eating styles; and it’s time well spent. Does your pet have any weird or unusual eating preferences? Please let me know.

Thanks once again for reading, following and subscribing to Some Geek Told Me. This way, my wife knows exactly where I am, so no tracking device is required. Like always, go and walk your dog, read a banned book, stay away from Sour Cream and Chives, and I’ll see you next week.


My dog’s eating habits are getting strange: Update

Last July, I wrote a post about the eating habits of my dog. If you have not already read the first installment, here are the key points, compressed down like a spinning black hole:

  • My dog’s name is Indy and he’s 11 years old this month.
  • I noticed Indy was eating figuratively and literally, half of his food in his bowl.
  • I decided to study how he was eating the food, by recording it on the calendar; every day for a year.
  • It was always the same type of dog food in his bowl.
  • After the first six months (January-June 2022), I presented the results in the form of some graphs and data.
  • I’m strange, which to be honest, explains a lot about Indy.

The main takeaway from the first six months of the experiment, was that Indy was slightly favouring eating from the left side of his bowl. The percentages were:

Left: 45.88%  Right: 40.88%  Top: 6.63%  Bottom: 3.31%  Centre: 0.55%  All: 2.21%  Hour Glass: 0.55%

If you want a better understanding of this ridiculous experiment, please read the post here.

Anyway, this post is about the second six months (July-December 2022) of the experiment.

These are the results:

The percentages work out to be:

Left: 32.24% Right: 26.22%  Top: 14.20%  Bottom: 13.66%  Centre: 1.09% 

All: 7.10%  Hour Glass: 0.54% Did not eat: 5.46%

So what does this all mean?

1.) Indy is still odd, so nothing has changed there.

2.) Indy is still favouring the left side of the bowl with 59 days to the nearest rival; the right side with 48 days. The interesting thing here is that during the July-December period, Indy actually decreased eating on the left and right hand side of the bowl, compared to the January-June period.

3.) Just like the first six months, Indy’s eating habits have become more diverse, especially the increase of All of the food and Did not eat. These two categories can be explained though, because they are connected. During the second six months, when Indy did not eat his food, it was because of three reasons; it was too hot, he was sick and a surprise one.

Trying to decipher dog logic is difficult at the best of times, but I believe that when the temperature was hitting 25°C or higher, Indy was simply feeling too hot to actually eat, so he didn’t. As for the illness, Indy would sometimes eat some random food while he was having a walk, which would make him sick and put him off food for several days. No surprise there.

There is also the third reason, which was when he was on holiday. On the very few times we actually went somewhere for a holiday, Indy would stay with my father-in-law, so he could be looked after. Indy loves him, however he would refuse to eat the food from his bowl, because my father-in-law would feed him lots of different things, that he really shouldn’t be eating. Indy is treated like royalty, every time he goes there. So basically, we had to record it as Did not eat, several times, purely because he did not eat from his bowl.

With Indy eating all of his food in one session, this would usually occur after a day that he did not eat, because he was so hungry. Not every time, but near enough.

4.) With being diverse, Indy had four months with six different options, which is quite progressive for a 10 year old dog.

And with that, I’ll present the entire results of 2022 next month; though to be fair, it’s pretty obvious what Indy prefers.

That’s it for this week and thanks for reading, following and subscribing to Some Geek Told Me. Go walk your dog, read a banned book, watch the Six Nations Championship and I’ll see you next week.


My dog’s eating habits are getting strange

I want to talk about my dog, in particular his eating habits. Why? Oh that’s easy, this stuff is bonkers. My dog’s name is Indy,1 and he’s had some interesting eating habits.

When he was a puppy, he would scoop up some of his dog food in his mouth, walk over to someone sitting down or standing, drop the food, and then proceed to eat the food by their feet. Of course Indy would turn round, walk back to his bowl, scoop more food up and repeat the exercise. Not the most effective eating method, was it?

Fast forward to May of this year, I wrote about what life is like living with a dog. In that blog, I mentioned about his current eating habits. For whatever odd reason, we noticed that he had started eating his food from his bowl, by dividing it in half. Indy was eating nearly half of his food each time, which is nothing special; however you could tell what he’s done, because he was literally eating half.

We have tried to determine if there is a pattern to his madness, but every time we think we have unlocked it, he up and changes it. It’s like he understands what we are doing, and is deliberately being a jerk about it.

Anyway, we did what any geeks would do, we started recording his eating habits. We discovered Indy has several different ways to eat his food. He is fed only once a day, always in the morning, and with the same type of dog chow.

For Indy’s eating methods, they cover different starting points: Left, Right, Top, and Bottom. There is also the Centre, when Indy ate from the centre and not from any side; All, when he ate all of his food in one setting; and the Hour Glass method, where he ate from the left and the right, so the food looked like a hour glass.


These are the results:

The percentages work out to be:

Left: 45.88% Right: 40.88% Top: 6.63% Bottom: 3.31% Centre: 0.55% All: 2.21% Hour Glass: 0.55%


So what does this all mean?

1.) My dog is strange, though that’s relative.

2.) Indy is slightly favouring eating from the left side of the bowl (83 days-74 days), though I do have a hypothesis for this. It may have something to do with the Summer months and the door being left open; or it could be some other crazy reason(s).

3.) As the year has progressed, Indy’s eating habits have become more diverse. June was his most diverse month, because the number of times eating from the bottom half of the bowl, was equal to the number of times eating from the right hand side. Very progressive.

4.) So why has Indy actually started eating his food like this? I don’t know. I’m serious, I don’t know. Does he have OCD?

5.) We will continue to monitor his eating habits for the rest of the year, because, you know, why not? At the end of the year, I’ll present our findings for July-December and compare them to January-June. I’m sure some scientist would be interested in the results. Maybe.

Does your dog or pet have any strange eating habits? Please let me know. Alright, that’s it for tonight. Enjoy the blog, walk your dog, and I’ll see you next week.


1 He’s named after Indiana Jones.

Living with a Dog: A Simple Truth

I want to talk about dogs. Why? As some of you are aware, I live with a very domesticated dog. His name is Indy, and he’s named after Indiana Jones. The reason being, as my wife often tells me, is that the only reason we got married was because Harrison Ford was not single. Cheers, thanks for mentioning that, for the third time this month!

Indy turned 10 years old in February, and from what I understand of dog years when converted to human years, he’s at least in his fifties; so Indy’s older than me. He’s a Bichon Frise/Maltese cross, which means he’s a dog, but he acts like a cat and looks like a lamb.

Now I realise there are millions of people across the planet, that have dogs in their lives, so what I’m going to discuss could be things you already know. Equally for people that don’t own a dog, this will be some brutal honesty, on the reality of living with an animal that is descended from wolves.


Evidence of a dog’s OCD

Let’s start on something easy: his diet. Being part Bichon, Indy is a fussy eater, which can be explained with two examples.

Maybe 10-12 months ago, Indy suffered from some food poisoning; basically eating something that he shouldn’t have. The result we believe, was that he blamed his blue bowl for becoming sick! Seriously. After Indy recovered, he refused to eat or drink out of his blue bowl.

In the end, we had to replace his blue bowl for two separate bowls; one for water and one for food. When that was done, he started eating again. We wanted to test our hypothesis of Indy thinking his blue bowl made him sick, by replacing the new bowls with his old blue bowl.

The result? He refused to eat from it again. We swapped back to the new bowls, and would you believe it, he started eating again. That’s mental!

Another example of his crazy diet, is that Indy seems to understand fractions. In October 2021, we noticed something odd. When Indy had eaten his food, he was only eating half. And when I mean half, I literally mean half.

Previously he would have eaten in the centre of his food, with the food from the sides, moving into the centre, to replace the food that had been eaten. But not now. Now you can see whether he has eaten from the left or right hand side of the bowl; and the rare occasions from the top or bottom. We just need up, down, strange and charmed to complete the set.

We have been recording his fractional eating choices from 1st January 2022, because we just find it too crazy to ignore. At the end of June, we will publish the results of the first six months of observations, because…why not?

Let’s move on to his beds. I say beds, because Indy sleeps wherever he pleases, even though he has a flat cushion for a bed. Anyway, currently he is preferring to sleep on my pillow during the day. This is because of two reasons: firstly, he’s afraid of sleeping on my wife’s pillow; and second, by sleeping on my pillow, he can catch the late afternoon sunlight.

This of course means my pillowcase needs to be changed every 1-2 days. It’s a horrible sensation realising your dog has slept on your pillow, because of the dirt, sand, grass, but also of the smell.

Speaking of smells, anybody that has played field hockey or football will understand the need for shin pads. They need to be cleaned regularly, otherwise they reek of sweat and grass. Indy’s paws smell exactly the same as shin pads.

How do I know this? My wife and I dare each other to smell his paws, when Indy is asleep. We chicken out pretty quickly, as the odour of his paws are quite strong. You can’t tell, but I’m having flashbacks of that smell and it’s not good.

To add to the gross factor, you need to be careful when you’re patting Indy. You may be unlucky enough to receive a Bichon burp or sneeze, directly into your face. No amount of face washing, will ever take that away from your memory. It’s seared into mine.

Another danger is in the morning, when he discovers you’re awake. Whether Indy emerges from my bed, like a small and hairy kaiju, or he’s been sleeping somewhere else, he waits until he hears voices.

He lies in darkness, like Batman, waiting to strike. When he hears voices, he launches his finishing move. While you are lying down on the bed, Indy will stand on your chest, and proceed to greet you. By greeting you, I mean he will lick you.

Have you ever had your nose licked by a dog? Don’t, it’s gross. Would you like more gross information? Sometimes he will reach down and lick your teeth. Under no circumstances, has this ever been a good idea.

A cheek, ear, nose and teeth are all targets to him. Being licked there by a dog, again is pretty foul, however Indy has yet to play his trump card. If you are not paying close attention to him, or you’re not focused, he will lick your eye.

Let’s just think about that for a few moments. Just picture it, a dog licking your eye. It’s hard not to now, isn’t it? I can’t properly stress the utter horrible feeling you have, when this disaster happens. It’s something that you’re not going to put into your diary.

Apart from crying at the rain, the cold, or cats; sleeping on your clean clothes (never dirty clothes, because that would be disgusting, right?); licking your legs after a run or the shower; crop dusting a fart past you; rolling on dead crabs, birds, or fish at the beach; going rubbish bin diving; or turning your own bed into a Bichon odour factory; living with a dog is nothing, if not interesting.

What gross things does your dog do? Let me know.

Thanks for reading, go for a walk with your dog, and I’ll see you next week.