Best Tricks: Opening the porch screen door by herself; shake, take a bow, "Bang!" (play dead)
Arrival Story: I had lost my second dog, Benny, in a house fire. I wanted another companion dog for my older dog and was lonely for another canine pal. I saw Gwen on the Atlanta Small Dog Rescue Web Site, then went to meet her in person. I had to wait until the following week to bring her back home. The rest is history!
Bio: Gwen is such a sweetie and loves to give kisses. She always seems to be happy. She just finished level 1 obedience and was best in the class. She then moved on to trick class, which she loved, too.
Gretchie and I were out playing in the yard yesterday. We were at opposite ends of the fence when we spied...yes, a tree rat! We both ran to the center of the fence to get that varmint....and guess what..collision! Kaboom! Kabong! Bang! It knocked the stuffing out of both of us. Once Mom discovered we were OK she started laughing! I didn't think it was so funny. Well, funny to see Gretchen fall down. That part was really funny.
You know what that means....skwerrel and chippie hunts in the back yard. Ohmydog....they are EVERYwhere. Chippies here, skwerrels there...I just can't contain myself! There is a phantom skwerrel, too. I keep my paws on the tree trunk, lying in wait. Mom says that there have been no skwerrels in that tree for a long time. I KNOW they are there.
And another thing....I am smaller and therefore faster than Gretchen in the Whack a Skwerrel game. I get there first. I win. Hah!
On Tuesday, Feb 2 I was attacked on walkies. We were walking by our neighbor's house; he rescues and fosters Goldens, who are generally nice doggies. As we walked by, 3 of them had gotten out (Mr. Jim apparently didn't know that) and they came running up to me (to play, I think). The problem is, I'm scared of big dogs. So, I growled to tell them to get away because I was scared. I did NOT charge at them or bite them...just growled. Instead of backing off, one pounced on me, then the other 2, then Gretchen tried to protect me. One had my neck and harness in his mouth and was shaking me. Mom was screaming and yelling "stop." A man drove up in his car and jumped out and tried to help us, at which time Mr. Jim came out of the house and pulled them off of us. He said he didn't know they got out. He apologized (but I still think he was careless) and offered to pay for any vet bills. I was very scared. Mom checked me all over and I didn't seem to be hurt--didn't have any scratches or puncture wounds or blood.
That Friday when Mom got home I wouldn't eat and I screeched when she touched my neck a couple of times. I didn't want to socialize and just stayed in my bed. I had to go to the ER, where they found an abscess from the puncture wound that required me to be sedated and have a penrose drain put in. I was on pain meds and had also have to have a couple of stitches...and of course my neck shaved. It was a nasty draining wound, but mom cared for me round the clock and I had the POTP from all of my friends.
The tube is now out but I still need wound care and hot compresses and meds until I am fully better. The neighbor is balking at paying the vet bills ....that's another story.
But I am getting better and better everyday thanks to my pals. Thanks for the love,