February 26th 2010 6:21 pm
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This morning, we awoke to a blanket of snow on the ground! Surprise! FM was annoyed because the weather people weren't predicting much snow for this part of Long Island, yet there it was - at least seven or eight inches on the ground, and more falling! You may think just because I'm Southern, I don't care for snow... you would be wrong about that! I really LOVE snow! I bounded out the door with puppy energy when FM let us out and I romped through all the powdery white stuff! I was having so much fun running until I realized that FM was hollering at me to cut it out and come inside. Oops - forgot about my "restricted activity" for a minute! Oh well... it felt great to run, even though it wasn't for very long at all.
I don't think FM likes the snow much. She left us today as usual, to go to that place she calls "work." We heard her car pull up to the house earlier than she usually gets home, though, and heard scraping noises against the driveway outside. I guess her car got stuck in the snow at the bottom of the driveway and she had to shovel it out. (Am I ever glad that I'm a dog and therefore not expected to shovel! It does NOT look fun!) While she was shoveling, she hurt her back something fierce... she came limping into the house and was not in a good mood at all. She has spent the rest of today flat on her back on the couch, and she really only got up to let us out once and to feed us dinner... very slowly, I might add. I was patient with her though because I can tell she's in pain. I'm sensitive to stuff like that.
Dinner was my usual kibble, which I love, but then FM added something extra. Her dogs eat raw meat, far as I can tell, and today part of their meal was raw chicken hearts. Sully told me this is his very favorite raw food ever because they are bite-sized and taste so delicious! Well, FM had chicken hearts left over in the package after feeding my foster siblings, so she gave ME some! Wow, were they ever scrumptious! I do declare that I am a fan of chicken hearts! FM said she was very happy to see me get some raw food... I will be quite thrilled to get some more!
FM gave us one more thing to eat today... They are called baby carrots. She gave one to each of us when she was eating some with her dinner. I took mine in my mouth but then spit it out... I didn't like it. Too boring. I think that food is best served to rabbits and such. Us dogs need something more substantial, like... say... a truckload of chicken hearts!
February 25th 2010 10:53 pm
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** If I could talk the way humans do, I'd have a delightful Southern drawl. I am from Georgia and a true Southern belle through and through. This means I am polite and always try hard to remember my manners and please people.
** Whoever named me is an absolute genius. Not only is my coat the color of rich honey, but my personality is just as sweet as my name implies! I absolutely ADORE being petted, hugged, kissed, and loved on by people! Nothing better, in my eyes!
** I am remarkably tolerant of a lot of things that most dogs would find annoying. My foster brother, Ace (another FFLI dog up for adoption), uses my neck as a teething ring constantly. Do I complain? Not at all! He also is forever playing with me even when I feel like sleeping. Do I tell him off? Nope! He reminds me of my own puppies in a way, because he is only six months old and he doesn't remember his own momma. I guess I am sort of a surrogate for him... and that's okay with me.
** I have what Foster Mom (known as FM from now on) refers to as "junk in the trunk." I am constantly knocking things over with my large rear end - whoops! I always act embarrassed by this, but really, it is sort of a cause for celebration. You see, I was starving in Georgia and had heartworms and a whole bunch of parasites that kept me really skinny. Once I came up here to New York, the vets got rid of the parasites so that I could keep weight on, and I got treatment for heartworms. I am NOT a picky eater and I guess everyone felt sorry for me, being so thin and all, so they just kept feeding me and feeding me and feeding me... Consequently, I am now a bit "thick" around the middle. Instead of my ribs showing, I have slight little rolls of fat when I sit down now. And I am happy about this, because eating well sure beats starving and being super-skinny! So I will take my "junk in the trunk" and parade it proudly!
** The other foster here, Ace (who I mentioned earlier), is so in love with me it borders on insanity. However, I vastly prefer to hang out with Sully, one of FM's forever dogs. I really adore him and love to try and lick him on the face, or just hang out next to him while he chews a cow hoof. In the morning when FM opens the door to let us out, I always hang back with Sully while the others thunder outside. I love this little quality time I get with Sully. I think he's the cutest thing I've ever seen. Unfortunately, Sully is devoted to FM and can be a bit standoffish toward me. I don't take it personally though because sometimes he forgets to act jealous of me and Ace and he will come and sit on me, or play with me a little. This makes my whole day worthwhile!
** I have this deep-seated belief that there are secret passages to the outside world in FM's bathrooms, and that if I let her go in there unattended, she may leave without me knowing it. This is why I always try to go with her into the bathroom. If she is sneaky enough to shut the door, I will stand patiently outside of it until she returns. I do NOT want her sneaking away from us!
** I drool. A LOT. In fact, at feeding time I get so excited that the drool pretty much pours out of my mouth in a constant stream, and I end up blowing spit bubbles out of the corners of my mouth. FM doesn't like drool much at all, but I think it sort of adds to my charm. (This is one of the reasons why my rescue believes I'm a boxer mix! I have boxer jowls and boxer drool!) I do have to say, though, that I do not drool nearly as much as a Saint Bernard or Newfie or mastiff. Those guys have me beat!
** Since coming to New York, I've been on heartworm treatments, which basically means I get to have very little fun and I mostly have to just rest. I am really getting tired of this. FM lets me play with the other dogs for only a very short amount of time, and then she tells us it's enough already and she stops our games. This stinks! I am not a particularly active dog, but I would enjoy a good romp or a vigorous play session for more than a minute at a time! When will this torture ever END? [Note from Sarah, Honey's FM: Honey has about two more weeks of exercise restriction before she's cleared to go. The end is in sight!]
Okay, I am tired... I think I will write more about myself tomorrow! Good night, y'all!