Pet-Peeves: People blowing in her face, swishy fabric (i.e. skirts, curtains), and unfriendly dogs
Favorite Toy: Ropes and Squeakies!
Favorite Food: Liver and pork neck bones
Favorite Walk: Anywhere she can go! She particularly likes to visit our local pet supply shop, because everyone knows her, and loves on her.
Best Tricks: Sit, Speak, Down, Stay
Arrival Story: Keira was bought from a breeder at 6 weeks of age. two weeks later, she was dumped at a local pet supply store. The only information they were given was that the previous owners couldn't keep her due to losing their home, and that they wanted $150 for the dog. My husband and I had just decided that we were ready to add a dog to our family of four. (We have 2 children.) While our oldest was at school, we went up to the store to check out pet beds, and food/water dishes-- since we were planning on going to the shelter that weekend to start our search for our new "baby". I saw little Keira there, and just had to hold her! She was so adorable, and tiny... she was wearing a cat collar, because no one could find a dog collar to fit her. I asked who she belonged to, and was told she was up for adoption. She had no name, and no family, but my husband had said no big dogs. So I was just going to hold her for a little while. A little while turned into an hour, and my husband was getting anxious to leave. He hadn't even touched her. Not once. She had worked her magic on me, now the trick was getting him to feel it too. I had to put my coat back on, so I asked him to hold her "just for a second" while I did so. That "second" was all it took. As soon as he had her in his arms, she very gently, very slowly, licked his chin, just once. Something in his face changed, and I could see he felt the same way I did. THIS was our baby girl. THIS was the one. He didn't say a word, just handed her back to me, and walked away. I had tears in my eyes, I didn't want to leave her, not when I knew she was the dog I wanted. I buried my face in her neck and when I looked back up, I saw my husband shake the store owners hand. (He's a good friend of ours, by the way-- we've known him for years.) The next thing I know, I'm being told to pick a bed and a collar/leash, because we were taking her home!! I don't think I put her down for another hour, while I picked out the perfect bed, collar and leash, food, dishes, and some toys. (Her favorite color is pink, haha. It looks GREAT against her white coat!!) Someone went and retrieved her papers from the previous owner, and within an hour, we were on our way home. We're thrilled with her, and she's lucky we found her when we did, and she's lucky she came to someone who could take her to a vet. At her 9 week check up the next week, we discovered that she has very dry skin, and that she had worms, a really bad bacterial infection, and slight food allergies. The only food we've been able to find that she could tolerate was Purina. The breeders (we called them) said that was what they fed the pups. She gets an Omega-3 supplement every feeding time, and medicated baths. Now she's doing just fine! Keira is now on a raw diet.
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My last Diary entries were all about my new brother and how happy I was that he was here... but there is news. :(
We took Caesar in for his checkup on March 9th and thought it was going to go wonderfully. He was playful, happy, energetic, and had an appetite that could only be described as voracious. But when the vet did his physical, she felt that his spleen was enlarged. So they did an ultrasound. Caesar had a large tumor on his spleen, that upon closer inspection looked to be Hemangiocarcoma.
There was also a lot of fluid in his abdominal cavity, which seemed to be coming from his spleen. After discussing it with Dr. Wisdom, and searching our hearts, we decided that the best course of action was to let Caesar go peacefully. We spent a long time, hugging him, holding him, and saying goodbye, and Daddy went with him to the room where they sedated him and then put him to sleep.
This decision was not taken lightly, but completely blindsided us. Caesar was older, we knew this, but he was so VITAL. The vet said that the way this cancer is though, that she would give him days, not weeks or months without surgery, and at his age, she was afraid the surgery would not be successful.
He was only a part of our family for 8 months, but we loved him, and we miss him.
We did add two new puppies to our family!
Their stories are long-ish and I'm tired, so you can find their stories on my blog or on their Dogster pages! :)
So Caesar and I are getting along great! It's been a month since Mommy and Daddy brought him home, and I think I speak for everyone when I say that we couldn't imagine life without him! Even the cats are doing better with him than they were-- even though they still don't really like him.
I have grown a lot. I went and got spayed last month, and it has been all better for a while. I weigh 43 pounds now! Annnnd, the vet says I look great for my age. All of my grown up teeth are in, and I let Mommy brush them every week. Caesar hates getting his teeth brushed, so Daddy has to hold him down while Mommy does it. But I just lay on Mommy's lap and let her do it. We think Caesar has never had his teeth brushed before. Mommy says that my training is going well, and I am right on track for her plan to get my CGC at the end of the year. She's going to do Caesar's too, but probably sooner. He only needed a few touch-ups on his training.
Mommy is also thinking about training me to do agility. Since we don't have a fenced in yard, my off leash time is limited, and she thinks agility would be a great way to burn off excess energy while keeping me fully focused on the task at hand. Plus I have proven that I can jump really high, so she thinks I need an outlet that will harvest that capability without any added stigma. It sure is hard being an APBT-- there are so many things that I would be good at, but because this is a state that is infested with too many dogfighters, Mommy has to be super-careful with the activities we do, so that we don't get in trouble for suspicion of illegal activities.
We play fetch a lot and I get to play inside too, since our living room is big enough for Caesar and me to roughhouse in. But I can't wait to see what Mommy has in mind for me to do with Agility!
Getting used to Caesar is one of the most exciting things I have ever done! He's humongous, and sometimes he steps on me (and even scratched my faced with a claw before Mommy cut his nails) but we are having a lot of fun. Caesar has some weird habits though-- he won't eat with me, and will growl if I get too close while he is eating (Mommy says it's food aggression) but he lets the kids get in his food bowl. He growls and barks at our kitties... which I am not allowed to do, or the big black POE will come for me. (And oh my DOG is he scary!)
He also walks RIGHT NEXT to Mommy when she walks us... huh. How weird is that??? I am always trying to make Mommy go faster by pulling her along as HARD as I can! Surely, that is the only way to walk your human, right? Caesar also does weird thing like sit (Right when he's told to), lay down (ditto) and goes to bed without a fuss! (I only make minimal fuss-- like running around in circles before maing my grand entrance to my bedroom!)
But I have also come to realize that Caesar is not as cool as me. I mean, HE doesn't "talk" to Mommy like I do, and he only makes Mommy smile half as often. Mommy calls him "good boy" which makes me insanely jealous though...
However, all in all, I have to say that this "having a brother" thing is actually not so bad. I have someone to walk next to, someone to wrestle with, and someone else to be the focus of Mommy's camera! I think I'll allow Mommy and Daddy to keep him... for now.