Life With Sharon, or, How Much Can a Dog Take?

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Ru-dy, Ru-dy, Ru-dy!

May 24th 2010 8:31 pm
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Well, she did it. Mom went to the dog show and came home with not just a dog, but a TERRIER! What WAS she thinking? He's a pretty cute little guy, I guess, for a terrier - my size, my color, but he doesn't have much hair! The worst of it is, he's only FIVE MONTHS OLD! All along, Mom's been talking about finding me a friend who's mature and sedate, someone I can relate to, who's perhaps had some of the same experiences I've had, and what does she do but the exact opposite! His name is Rudy, and he doesn't know ANYTHING! He barks at every noise, puts everything in his mouth, and you should have seen his leash manners! You should see him at dinnertime - he doesn't want to eat his food but he does want to eat mine and Mom has to lock him in the other room when she has dinner because he's in her plate!

Guess what was the first thing he did when he came into the house? He stole my bunny! Luckily, I have two, but now one of them has terrier spit on it. I show him very clearly what I think of him whenever he gets close to me. I curl my lips and my whiskers quiver, and if that doesn't do it, I snarl. He has the advantage of youth, however, and he can jump like a gazelle and climb like a mountain goat, so all I can do is threaten him with empty snarls. (He doesn't know I don't have many teeth.)

I heard Mom tell her friend Connie tonight that he's not working out :) and he's going to have to go home. Ha! Maybe those snarls weren't so empty after all! So that means another really long ride in the car, because he's from Chehalis, wherever that is, but it will be worth it to have him out of my life. Maybe the next time she decides to get me a friend, I'll get to vote on it.

 

Going, going, GONE!

May 29th 2010 6:26 pm
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BOL! I'm an only dog again. After my experience of last week, that's a good thing. If only Mom had checked with me first, we could have avoided a very challenging week. A five-month old toy fox terrier is NOT a good match for a ten-year old shih tzu. Mom thought he was really cute - entertaining, she said. Lively and funny, she said. She even tolerated his maniacal barking at himself in the mirror at 6:00 in the morning when WE wanted to sleep later.

She finally realized that he was not helping me feel better, so we drove all day yesterday to take him home. It was a really long car ride, but totally worth it! Now I'm much more cheerful and my tail wags all the time! I think Mom has decided that I'll get used to being an only dog and we'll just make the best of it together.

 

Say Cheese!

June 2nd 2010 8:44 pm
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Today I had my paw-trait taken by a professional photographer! My mom had to have her picture taken for the church directory and she wanted to have me in it with her, so afterward the photographer wanted to photograph me by myself (sorry, Mom). So I put up with this posing business for a few shots and then I'd had enough. The photographer kept trying to get my attention with a BABY RATTLE, of all things - like I cared about anything that wasn't a bunny. She wanted a few more poses, but Mom saw that I was getting sweaty around the eyeballs and starting to hyperventilate, so she called a halt to the photo-shoot. I'm so photogenic, anyway, that one shot was all she needed. So, Mom ordered an 8 X 10 paw-trait of me in the most expensive finish. It's quite handsome, even dignified, I'd say. When it arrives, Mom will put it on my Dogster page so everyone can admire it.

 

Road Trip

June 7th 2010 8:04 pm
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I'm gonna "get my kicks on Route 66!" thanks to Mom's latest BIG IDEA. Actually, it was my aunt Cindy's idea and Mom is just going along with it. Aunt Cindy is adopting two Tibetan terriers that live in - are you ready? TIBET! No, just kidding. They actually live in Missouri, but that might as well be Tibet as far as I'm concerned. That's a LONG car ride!

So, they're trying to decide how to bring these pups home - fly? drive? fly and drive? If they decide to drive, I'm going along. It will give Mom and me a lot of together time and the exposure to new experiences will do me good, even though it might be a little scary from time to time, but as long as Mom's there with me, I know I'll be all right. The worst part will be traveling home with two homesick little babies that cry all the way. I hope they don't get any ideas for me to play "mommy;" that's where I draw the line!

 

CAMP?

June 14th 2010 10:10 pm
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So it's no road trip for me. Aunt Cindy decided it would take too long to drive to Missouri and back, so she's decided she and Mom would fly there, pick up the puppies and drive back in a rented car. That leaves me out. :( Mom says I'm going to go to DOGGIE CAMP for a week, and that it will be FUN!! I've never been to camp before, but I have lived with a lot of dogs and, as I recall, it's every dog for himself! She says this will be different because it will be supervised and I'll be introduced to the other guests slowly and make new friends. I won't have to fight for my food and I'll get personal playtime and treats. Sounds good, but I'm not sure... It means I won't see Mom for a week, and I'm pretty sure I'll get homesick. She was trying to sound really upbeat and cheerful when she was telling me all this, but I sensed some sadness in her mood. If I don't like this camp, I may have to give her the silent treatment when I get home.

 

My Biggest Grrripe!

June 20th 2010 8:51 pm
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Why can't humans be more like dogs? If I want to do something, I do it. Now. Immediately. Mom, on the other hand, asks me if I want to go for a walk and when I look happy to show her I do, she asks me again - "Do you want to go for a walk? Do you? Wanna go for a walk?"

You had me at the first "walk," you don't need to ask me again. So then I feel the need to assure her that I do, indeed, want to go for a walk, so I pat my feet on the floor, spin around in circles and squeal with excitement! Then she acts surprised. "Oh, you do? You really want to go?"

Ye-es, let's go, already! But, no, she's NOT ready. She asks me where my collar is. Well, she should know, she's the one who took it off.

"Where's your collar? Where's your collar? Want to go for a walk? We've got to find your collar!"

She finds my collar, I'm squealing, I'm dancing, she's trying to put my collar on, and we're ready to go! Right? Wrong. She has to find the leash. I follow right on her heels, bumping her with my nose to remind her that I'm still here and what our plans are.

Got the leash! Great! Ready to go for a walk! But, no, Mom has to get her jacket. Got the jacket? Good! Pant, pant, squeal, spin, let's go! Whoops, forgot the poop bags. Aw, Mom, can't you hurry up? I follow right on her heels but when she makes quick stops and U-turns, I nearly get stepped on. I'm going to be tired before we even get out the door!

If we dogs were this disorganized and slow to get going, the cat/squirrel/bird would be out of sight before we were ready to give chase. Just sayin'.

 

The Big Day

June 22nd 2010 4:18 pm
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This is it. This is the day I go to camp. Pretty soon now, Mom says. We have all my stuff packed except my bunny - I have to keep him with me. I'm taking two beds - my hidey-hole crate in case I need to "get away" from everything and my lounging bed. I had a bath two days ago, so I'm lookin' good. I think I will make quite a good impression.

I won't be writing in my diary again for over a week, but I'll let you know how I liked camp when Mom gets back and I'm home again. I was kind of interested in the other dogs when we went for a visit last week and I didn't really feel scared, but I did stand behind Mom until I felt comfortable enough to look around a little. I know I won't like it when Mom leaves me but maybe I'll enjoy the company of the other dogs. I'll let you know in my next diary entry.

 

WOO-HOO!

July 2nd 2010 11:57 am
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BOL! It's a wonderful day! Mom's home and so am I! Camp was fun for a while - I loved running with the big boys, but I forgot that I'm not a young pup any more and I sort of over-did it. Now my arthritis is acting up and I'm limping badly. My camp counselor was so kind as to take me to the vet when she saw that my limp was getting worse, and he took X-rays that showed arthritis aggravated by an old injury in my right front leg. He also said I needed to lose weight. Grrr. Mom says MORE VEGETABLES, but I HATE vegetables. She says she does, too, but if she has to eat them, so do I. We'll see.

Another thing to celebrate - my diary was picked as one of the Diaries of the Day! I'm so honored! Mom reads me other dogs' diaries sometimes and it's grreat to be in such good company!

I have new cousins! Mom and Aunt Cindy brought home two Tibetan terrier puppies. I'll get to meet them soon and I'll let you know if I approve. At least they'll only be visiting and not living here. Heh-heh.

 

What a Difference a Year Makes...

July 4th 2010 10:57 pm
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It's the Fourth of July and firecrackers have been going off in the neighborhood for hours. Fortunately, for me, it's no big deal, but they're starting to get on Mom's nerves. ENOUGH, ALREADY!!

Tomorrow is a very special day for me - it's my adoption day! One year ago Mom and I met for the first time and now it seems like we've been together forever.

I can't really say it was love at first sight, but she looked all right to me - I thought she'd do. I had the right qualifications for her; I was a black and white shih tzu, albeit a little worse for wear. I wasn't very happy when she put me in a crate in her van, however; I put up with this indignity for a few minutes, but then I started to get a little panicky and tried to scratch my way out. Mom pulled over, opened the crate door and I burst out and covered her with kisses! That was when the love began. I never had to go in a crate again until it was my own choice. Now I love my crate, but...it doesn't have a door on it.

We've been through a lot this year - swim therapy, losing Tanner, my scary "walk-about" and now my arthritis flare-up, but all this just brings us closer. I show her every day how happy I am with my wiggles, twirls and squeals. She shows me how much she loves me with hugs, belly rubs and play-times.

Tomorrow I have to go back to the vet for another shot that is supposed to make my arthritis hurt less; the problem is that the shot hurts - A LOT! And I have to have two a week for three weeks. I've even heard Mom say that I might have to go to swim therapy again. That was NOT my favorite experience.

The vet told Mom I should limit my activity for at least a week. I keep trying to entice her to play bunny with me, but she just keeps telling me that we have to stay quiet and can't play for awhile. I dangle the bunny's legs in front of her and whisk it away when she reaches for it; my eyes twinkle and I dance away, keeping just out of her reach as she admonishes me to "settle." Rrrr, it's going to be a long, hard week.

 

Feelin' Go-od, The Way That I Shou-ould...

July 11th 2010 4:59 pm
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I'm getting back in form again. That Adequan is just what the doctor ordered - literally - but it sure has helped! I can't say that I'm feeling NO pain, but my enthusiasm for playing bunny makes me forget about it.

Next week I have an appointment at the SPAW where my condition will be evaluated and a weight loss program will be set up for me. Mom keeps telling me it will be a good thing, because if I eat the right kind of food, I can have more of it and I won't get so hungry. MORE sounds good to me, so I'm willing to try it. But then there's the exercise part. I not only have to be on a diet, I also have to EXERCISE and, get this, UNDER WATER! At the SPAW they have a treadmill that's under water and I guess I have to walk on the underwater treadmill. I wonder if it will be better than swimming. At least my feet will be on something solid.

Tomorrow my new Tibetan terrier cousins are coming to visit. I wonder how that will go. Aunt Cindy says that since they've gotten used to their new home they've become very ... well, "comfortable". I think that's a euphemism for "naughty." If they make a move for my bunny, I'm not going to like them. Puppies are such a trial for us older, more dignified dogs.

 
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