Arrival Story: Max belonged to our friends who have a set twins. Max was never crazy about the kids. His mom had to make the difficult decision to give up Max. She thought of us right away because we have known Max for 5 years. It is coming up on 1 year with Max being a part of our family. It feels like he has been here his whole life. Max is a different dog in our family than he was in his previous family. He has become affectionate--this really shocked his former family. He has blossomed.
In his former family he was allowed (an encouraged) to chase the cat. Something we did not approve of. Kit (Buddy's cat) took to Max pretty quickly. We had to work with Max, but he no longer chases Kit. Sometimes she even rubs up against him or goes nose-to-nose without an incident. I wouldn't say Max thinks of Kit has his "friend" but they are not enemies. Heck, he might even protect her from Jethro.
Max had known Checkers but did not know Buddy. We weren't sure how they'd get along because Max was not socialized with other dogs besides Cricket, a Cocker Spaniel that shared the house with him. Buddy, being the easygoing Beag that he was, had no problem with Max and Max even protected Buddy (even when he didn't need protecting).
So, I've never liked doing steps--even at my old house. One day last week just about the time of sunset, I was following mom and she went up the front steps outside. I was barreling after her and I miss-stepped and tripped doing a shoulder roll in the step above me and then I stumbled backward. Mom ran back down the steps after me and picked me up. She checked me out and I didn't indicate that I was hurt. We went in the house.
Then on Friday mom noticed that I was limping in the morning. She called the vet and got me an appointment for Monday morning. Over the weekend I stiffened up more and by Sunday evening I was barely moving. Mom thought that I maybe had a spine issue going on because I was hunching like Checkers had done when he had 3 herniated disks. I still wasn't whimpering or anything.
Monday morning couldn't come quickly enough for mom. Dr. Lewis asked which leg I seemed to be limping on and mom said she thought the right but sometimes it seemed like the left. Dr. Lewis asked mom to walk me down and up the hallway for her to watch. She said I was favoring one leg and then I'd switch and favor the other! She looked me over and felt both legs and could feel tightness in one shoulder and the other knee. Dr. Lewis then took me back and tested for my Lymes disease to see if I was having a flare-up because I had a slight fever.
Everything came back normal so she decided that it was probably the result of my tripping up the steps and she prescribed the rimadyl and told me I can't be jumping off of furniture for awhile. Well, I have two more days of meds and I am feeling much better now!
Since September 23rd we have had a little kitten living with us. I don't like cats. But then again, I don't like dogs, either.
This one is a tiny little thing. Just 1.1 pound when it showed up. And he had two eye infections and a respiratory infection, too.
Luckily for me, mom kept him in the laundry room in Buddy's large crate and kept the door closed so I couldn't hear him or see him.
Eventually she let him out of the crate and he was allowed to roam the laundry room.
While mom and dad were on vacation they would let Willie out of the laundry room and he'd run like a flash through the house. He's very fast.
I've bit him twice. And I've gotten corrected twice.
Mom and dad have been talking about Willie leaving us soon. I do not know if I will be happy or sad. While mom and dad are at work, Willie and I have been hanging out. Most of the time we are in separate rooms, but there are times we share the couch.
Right now both of us are curled up on dad and all three of us are sleeping.
Willie and I have started to play together. Play! Me--with a cat--and I'm not trying to eat him. Mom never thought she's see this from me. I have made great progress in the year that I have been here.
I think that when Willie leaves this weekend I will be sad. I know that mom and dad will be sad, but Willie will be going to a great home and a lovely family.
Today I celebrated my one year Gotcha Day with mom and dad. I have had a lot of personal growth in these 365 days.
I became a part of mom and dad's family because I bit the girl twin on her 3rd birthday. My previous dad called my current dad and asked if they would take me in. Of course, mom and dad took me in without hesitation!
In this year I have really blossomed. I am much more socialized. Although I do still attack Jethro; but I do it because it is more of a game now. Luckily Jethro is a very well balanced dog and thinks it is a game, too.
Today the twins turned 4. We have had occasion to go to their house or they have come to ours. I get along fine with them and she asks when I am coming home. Although it is nice to see them, I much prefer the calmness here with mom and dad.
When I first came home, I did not much like car rides. But now I enjoy. Just last week our local DQ had a doggy weekend. For every $1 donation to Children's Hospital, a pup could get a dish of ice cream! Boy, did I enjoy that. I didn't get a head rush and wouldn't let me eat it all at once.
Another thing I didn't like was cuddling. But now, when we go to bed, I cuddle up to mom. I even go under the covers to be nearer to her. This melts her heart.
For the first time in my life, I am an only dog (since my bud, BuddyB made his journey to the Rainbow Bridge--I do miss him, though) and I am enjoying the attention that I am getting.
We are looking forward to many more Gotcha Day celebrations together.