Pet-Peeves: Christina Aguilera, garbage trucks, garbage disposals, ovens, dishwashers, brooms, "bags o' death"
Favorite Toy: Hedgehog
Favorite Food: Science Diet I/D (canned)
Favorite Walk: Genevieve is still pretty scared on walks. She loves tearing through our modest bungalow though.
Best Tricks: Sit, Down, Stay, Come, Shake, Calm, Heel, Mat, Target, Look at Mommy, Kiss Mommy, Fetch, Find Hedgehog, Turn Around
Arrival Story: After we moved to New Orleans from Tucson, we decided to get a canine companion for Earle III. So we visited a local no-kill shelter, Southern Animal Foundation, and the owner trotted out a 9 month old Ms. Spears who soon had my husband and me rolling on the floor with her quizzical look, her gigantic ears, and "crab" walk. According to her rescuers, Genevieve had been found tied to the shelter door. They claimed she was in the worst condition of any dog they'd seen alive: her stomach bloated due to starvation, her nails grown back into her paws. They believed that she had been tied up without food. It seemed to us that the rehabilitation had gone very well as Genevieve was thin but not at all emaciated and shy but entirely lovable. Earle thought she was okay, so we took our little girl home.
Bio: We've spent the last few years dealing with the fallout from the abuse Genevieve suffered during her formative months. When we got her home, I first noticed that she couldn't walk up stairs. Her behavior over the first few months was extremely passive. She regularly peed her crate no matter how often we took her out. She vomited or had diarrhea about twice a week--whenever something would really frighten her. Then came the aggression. With food. Within a few more days, she wouldn't let us touch her when she was sleeping. Then there were parts of her body (feet, belly, and muzzle) that we couldn't touch. We took her to a behaviorist and tried various exercises and medications. We sort of stalled out for a while. Mind you, she was still sweet and wanted so badly to be good. When we rescued Sissy, Earle III and Mel steered clear of the fat, sad beagle with heartworms. Genevieve tried to be friends with Sissy, but again and again Sissy turned her away. Finally, Genevieve laid Hedgehog at Sissy's feet. They've been lovebugs ever since. However, we knew something had to give when the pet sitters called us home from vacation because Ms. Spears had chased them onto the kitchen counters. We tried clicker training. It worked for a while, but Genevieve's not very food motivated. Finally, we heard about Bark Busters through a vet. Genevieve is a quick study, and she picked up on this -- us growling in response to her negative behavior, then praising or throwing one of the "bags o' death" near her (never hitting). Now, ALL of her aggressive behavior is gone. She's more relaxed, more affectionate and actually enjoys meeting new people. We are so proud of you, Genevieve!
Okay, so Mommy and Daddy and me and Earle and Sissy and Mel are all back home in NEW ORLEANS. Yay. But whatever. Here's what happened. I totally got kennel cough which I know is gross, but it's not like I have cooties or anything. Anyhow, Earle has Horner’s Syndrome (MommyDaddy call it Horny Syndrome, but that makes Earle really mad and he’s neutered anyway so it’s kind of stupid), and Mel is taking antibiotics for his gooey eye. Plus, I did have my Bordatella shot only two months ago, but the vet man said that kennel cough can come in all different flavors. And anyhow, we traveled around a bunch after Katrina and Mommy and Daddy boarded me way too much which was their fault totally. So, whatever. Anyway, they took me to a new vet man in New Orleans, and he gave me a pill but told MommyDaddy to give it to me in CAT FOOD, WET cat food. That totally rocks. You have no idea. And we're back. And MommyDaddy take us to Audubon Park every day just about. And Mommy lets me off leash a tiny bit as long as she's right there with me. And Mommy lost her job b/c Tulane University laid off a bunch of teachers (she totally found out from a website, nobody even called her, and she was really mad), so Mommy will get to be with me ALL of the time. Okay. I have to go. Bye.
Okay. I totally can't talk any time at all. We're still not home or anything, but last night MommyDaddy got in a car accident. A really tacky car hit them hard enough that the air bags went off--Mommy said they looked like garbage bags. MommyDaddy are very upset, and Daddy's arm was burned by the bag and they don't know if the car will be okay or not--the front end was bashed in some and the windshield broke. But if Daddy hadn't slowed down really fast and cut the wheel a little to the left, the tacky car would have rammed into Mommy's passenger door, and it doesn't have any airbags. And that's scary even though I know Mommy would be okay no matter what. WE WANT TO GO HOME.
Pretty people, I know you have all seen what happened with the doggy of the week, Griffin, and his sister, Zoe. For more details, go to their blogspot: http://griffinandzoe.blogspot.com. My mommy just wrote an email, as Griffin and Zoe's mommy and daddy requested, to the laspca. She didn't yell at them though because she knows they've done some very good stuff too. But she did ask them to please give an explanation as to why these puppy-babies were left behind. Not knowing can make things even worse. I'll write more later, but right now I want to take a second to be quiet and think about these friends.