Age: 9 Years Sex: Female Weight: 11-25 lbs
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March 24th 2004
Must Explore Everything
Not getting to explore everything, not getting to say hello to everyone, people who ring the doorbell, the paper shredder, dogs who bark on TV
Anything her brother Boris has at the moment, the big squeeky ball that she sings to
Anything on the ground, sticks, leaves, paper - if it can fit into her mouth it's edible
Westmoreland, over by Bybee - there are other dogs there
The Spin Dance, singing to the big squeeky ball, kisses
Natasha was the smallest surviving puglet of a litter of eight. And when we came to meet them she immediately trundled right over with Boris in tow to greet us. We knew immediately that we had to have both of them even though my husband had been chanting "only one" all the way over to the breeders. She proceeded to use us as ramps to explore the previously forbidden couch and to try and jump off the couch. (Even as a infant she's been fearless.) The breeder said that no matter how high she built up the birthing box Natasha would always escape. I guess she was looking for us at the same time we were looking for her.
Natasha lives with her brother in Westmoreland and would seem to be the most accident prone pug ever. Resulting in our vet's best year ever I suppose. But she is still happy to see everyone at the vet, and the eye doctor and the allergist amazingly enough and she LOVES to play. I'm amazed that after everything she's gone through how wonderfully happy and good natured she is. She was recently sidelined for two months with a broken leg that required surgery, and a scratched cornea that would not heal. All of this along with a non contagious skin condition called demodex that required nasty tasting medicine every night. So lots of pills and drops later...and her eye is finally healed, the leg is better and her skin condition is officially in remission. The surgical vet told us to just keep her in her kennel for those two months except for potty breaks, but I couldn’t do that. So with the addition of a travel crate and a animal stroller Natasha started going to work, and everywhere else with me. But both she and I are very glad that she can run about on her own now. Natasha rules the house from the top of every piece of furniture and keeps all of our animals in line (except old Alex cat - he's really the boss.) She plays with dogs of all sizes at Lexi - Macadam several days a week. And when not sleeping you will find her running around continually. She HATES to sleep and will fight it like a two year old, her head will actually bob up and down. I think she’s afraid that she might miss something important.
HEY, don't leave me out!
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August 7th 2010 8:35 pm
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Ugh! Mom and everyone were out in the backyard ALL day. But was it to play or throw the ball for me and Boris? OH NO. They were just messing around with dirt and stuff. I mean, who wants to dig in the dirt when they can play glorious FETCH?? I barked, and whined, and even cried some but mostly I got to watch people do stuff to windows from inside. Who takes perfectly good windows into the yard anyway?
But mom finally came to her senses and took us on a walk, and after that there was finally some ball! And I am sure I got to it much more than Boris did, cause I am just WAY better.
But, I wish I could throw the ball myself...then I would never have to stop playing.
June 11th 2008 11:18 am
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Well, it’s official – I’ve decided to become nocturnal. For all of my doggie friends, that means that I’ve decided that I need to stay up ALL night. Well, at least my stomach has decided that for me. All of this mixup with my medicines, and the rat poison has really gotten my routine outta whack. I know that mom is working hard to get everything all balanced again, but doesn’t she understand that I’m a delicate dog? I’m just built that way. So I guess we’re going back to as close to zero as we can. But WHOOPIE, this means that they’ve really cut back on my medications. Mom thinks that I can’t tell when she hides those pills in my food, but I TOTALLY CAN. I’m just being nice. They said it might take a couple of days for my stomach to settle down on this new simplified diet. Meanwhile I’m up ALL NIGHT, and I don’t even get to watch Leno. At the very least mom & dad could leave the remote out for me. Oh well, I can go and check on mom every half an hour or so just to let her know that I’m still away. I know that’s reassuring to her.
June 2nd 2008 4:02 pm
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Well we saw the vet AGAIN this weekend. But it was good news for the most part. My blood is normal. Well of course it is. It’s inside of me – that’s normal. No more stickin! But the rat posion should be all out of my system now, and it shouldn’t be causing me to be cranky. But the vet said that the restricted diet from the allergist could be making me irritable. ‘Cause diets make you crabby. I KNEW I should be getting some more food! But mom is waiting to hear from the allergist today, and waiting to hear from the trainer too. Meanwhile I still am just getting my kibble, and I have to wear a ribbon when I’m in the house around the cats. (But that doesn’t always stop me from chasing them – mom has to fall asleep sometime – ha ha!) But mom is giving me more kibble – blah kibble. I used to get oatmeal and pumpkin, and fish and eggs and all sorts of good stuff. Wouldn’t you be cranky too?
I’m trying to show mom that I can be a happy, happy dog too. I’m waking up really early. Well, only on the weekends. I got up this Saturday at 5AM. I thought maybe mom forgot to set her alarm. So I jumped on her and licked her face and wiggled at her until she got up. But she was crabby – maybe she’s on a diet? Well, she was OK after she was up for a little bit. I’m still playing the “who loves the Natasha/mommy” game. So I’m trying not to be cranky all of the time. Even towards those darn cats.
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