Whats that White Stuff - March 2009

Apparently I live in a place where the sun don't shine and the grass doesn't turn green till the spring. The only thing outside our door is this white cold fluffy stuff they call snow. They get shoes and boots and I get to go out in bare feet, whats wrong with this picture. I'll just stay in the house thank you very much.

From what I understand this winter has been a cold one and way to much snow. I like to go out for walks but they don't take me out everyday and when they do the sidewalks are clean enough but man is it cold out there. And it seems that mom doesn't like the cold either cause she gets Tiffany to walk me after school before she gets home.

Well that lasted about a week and a half, the weather has turned again and even Tiff is not taking me out anymore. I have joined mom's band wagon in wishing for spring.

I do get to go for lots of car rides though and we stop at this neat place that I get to go in too. Everyone there is really friendly and they give me treats and mom and I usually walk around the store for 30 minutes. Great exercise and I get to meet the occassional dog and see all the stuff on the shelfs. Kind of cool having a store exclusively for us dogs.

On the last run to the store mom bought this huge box and the man carried it out for her. I suspected it was something for me but I had no idea till we got home. When she pulled it out of the box it was metal and tall and had bars. I really didn't like the looks of this thing. And then like I expected it was set up and I was put in the middle of it and the door closed behind me. They had bought me a kennel that was for indoors.

Mom's excuse was there was too much for me to get into when they weren't home and the crate was too small for me to be in all day. I have to admit the crate was rather claustrophobic and bigger was better. She set it up really nice and put my bed and all my toys in there and it was roomy enough.

I thought this things was just going to be for when they go to work and school but I was wrong. It appears if I pick on the cat to much - in I go. When someone comes to the door - in I go. When I decide I want to wander thoughout the house and they want me to stay in one room - in I go. Bigger is not always better so I am finding out.

But I do get a treat when I go in, and those treats are goooood, so it's not such a bad deal. I've gotten really good now that all they have to say is "in" and I'm there waiting on my bed for my treat. Sometimes I even just go in there to lay down after all its my space and nobody bothers me when I'm in there. That way too the door stays open and I can get up and come out whenever I want. I guess mom was right after all and the kennel was a good idea.

Where's the Cake - March 16 2009

I'm five months old today and I got hugs and kisses. That's it! I would have thought they would make me at least a cup cake or something, but I guess no real treats till I starting eating properly.

I heard her talking to the kids and saying how she didn't know how I was surving since the food in my dish was still there. That I should be starving. Well I would be if it weren't for the cat, I love her food, I just wish I could get more of it.

Oh well maybe next month there will be cake.

What do you mean I have to eat Dog Food

Have you ever thought about what those manufacturers put into that stuff I mean honestly would your owner eat for dinner what they fed you. My old owner had sent along some kibble that she insisted I loved to eat. Little did she know it was Roxie who really ate it, I couldn't stand it, and so when my mom tried to feed it to me I showed her exactly what I thought of it.

As I mentioned earlier their was a cat in the house. Being 21 and deaf she was easy to sneak up on and 90% of the time went the opposite direction that I was in. This made for easy pickins from her dishes, which I might ad have more flavour and didn't taste half bad. The only problem was everytime I got a mouthful they would tell me "no" and put the food up high so I couldn't get to it.

But it became a good game and one that I still partake in to this day. On a different note I still haven't found a dog food that I can sink my teeth into. God knows she has tried enough different brands. The most interesting time was when she put six dishes out each with a different food and I got to choose which one I wanted to eat. Three were disgusting and I couldn't even bring myself to even try one piece of it. The other three weren't too bad, mind you that cat was giving me paypack cause it appeared that she liked the one brand too and ate most of it. So in essence there were really only two brands that were somewhat acceptable.

Needless to say she bought me a bag of the Oven-Baked Tradition which ironically was Natural and Holistic. It was okay and I like when she hand feeds me the stuff but otherwise I really don't chow down on it. I guess because I liked the cat food so much. Wrill had the good stuff with little chuncks and lots of gravy...hmmm. So I got the dog version which wasn't half bad either and my judgement from that came from the fact that the cat now eats my food. Something is just wrong with this picuture I tell ya.

I did find out that they eat pretty good here and their food has much better smells and rarely do I get a taste. Constanly I hear "no no no not for you" but the odd time their is something that I actually can have and I'm delighted when they give it to me.

Food is still a really big issue, and I'm not sure if we really will ever find anything that I like, but I'm hopeful.

What was she thinking - March 9, 2009

Puppy pad trained .. hardly, crate trained .. yeah right! Within an hour of getting home I showed her just what I thought of the puppy pads that they had bought. I really had no idea at all what they were used for, hence why the rest of the evening she spent running after me plopping my butt on the pad and then going back to clean up the spillage on the way to the pad. Why would she question the woman further after all I was almost five months old. Well she fixed my little butt and put puppy pads in every room of the house and were talking three floors here so I would have no excuse to use her rugs as my marked ground anymore.

But now the evening had come to a close and it was time for bed, so into my crate (that the woman had sent with us I might ad) and off to bed the family went. It took less then 5 minutes for me to show them that I was an escape artist and proudly presented myself on the upper floor in my new mom's room since the kids both sleep with their doors closed. They spent the next 15 minutes figuring out how I got the crate door open and fixed that so it wouldn't happen again.

Finally she went back to bed and I produce the sounds of a dog being killed or so she would have thought. I might ad it is now 1am and my new mom is having visions of neighbours banging down her door telling her to shut the me up. My new mom and the kids conclude that the house is too big and I'm lonely so they take all the gear up to my new mom's room and set me up once more and they crawl back into bed.

Yeah that didn't work. Turns out I was scared of the dark, go figure. Now bordering on 2am and my new mom is supposed to be up in a couple hours to go to work she's pretty much kicking herself in the butt for thinking that this is what she wanted when she said we would take me home.

I believe it was close to 5am before I finally gave up and went to sleep. But I won cause three days later and patience about to explode my mom tossed the crate from her room and blocked off her door way, layed down the puppy pad on the floor, and gave me run of the room during the night. At last more than a couple hours of sleep and no surpise puddles on the floor. I finally figured out if I just put my butt on the pad then I get praised and treats. Now how cool is that.

Catch Up - March 8, 2009

Dogster is new to me and while I wish I would have found this months ago I will try to catch up and get things in order so that I can continue with more current details.

Meeting Abby
It was a Sunday and for a change the winter weather had actually broken and the day was relatively sunny. My current owner had set an appointment to meet a possible new owner and they were right on time. She was reseptive to all my kisses and couldn't wait to hold me.

My current owner had decided to get a playmate for Roxie the Yorkshire Terrier who was two years old. But the combination of a her being a mature dog and my current owner working she just didn't have the time for me and hence why at 4 1/2 month she was looking for a new home for me.

My new owner had originally started her search after a friend arrived at her home with a Yorkshire Terrier who seemed friendly and as behaved as expected in a strangers house. She has two kids 24 and 17 who had always wanted a dog. While she played and petted me she thought perhaps it was time her kids weren't babies anymore and she had the time to train and look after me now. The fact that I was a small dog, appreared well natured and should get along with thier cat Wrill who is 21 years made me a shoe-in.

My new mom had spent countless hours on the internet searching various sites and breeders and concluded that the chance of her getting a dog were slim to none with the price that they were expecting people to pay for them. It was dishearting to know that unless you had money you didn't deserve a well breed dog. Her search changed to affordable and it is amazing what you find when you lower your price.

That is when she found the Morkies. Free $100, $200, $300 all seemed fine and good till you researched it further and determined that they were nothing more than puppymills or in Africa. For as angry as some owners get about mixed breeds she found myself getting angry with scam artists taking advantage of the person that wanted nothing more than a happy healthly dog in their home.

She had just about given up her quest to find a dog when she stumbled on a site called Kijji where locals could post ads. Local now that was a key word for her, after all she wasn't about to mail order a dog, I can't even imagine anyone doing that but apprently they do.

The phone number was listed so she did a reverse look up and found that the person lived just a few short blocks away from her, that was certainly encouraging. When she called the woman was more than friendly and agreed to a look see. And that was all it took.

Being an adorable 8lb 8 inch bundle of black fur I smooched my way into her heart in excited splendor with all the attention spotlighted on me. I was certainly in my glory. My eyes were like quarters jet black and shinny and with a small button nose and floppy ears, I was the picture of too cute to resist, and so I became hers.