Likes: Katy loves to be petted anywhere on her body. She gets so relaxed and then her eyelids begin to close. At her weight of 55 pounds, she thinks she's a lap dog and just doesn't get it why she can't sleep on my stomach anymore like when she was a pup!
Pet-Peeves: She thinks the rude and noisy sound of thunderstorms is very obnoxious and becomes very jittery. She paces with her basketball in her mouth or sits by my side with the basketball still clenched between her teeth. She's such a cutie!
Favorite Toy: That would be her plush stuffed basketball. It is like a pacifier to her; she opens her mouth widely and places it over the ball sending her into a daze. She will also place her chin on it and just relax or nap.
Favorite Food: She'll eat anything from her daily dry dog food to carrots, celery, broccoli, yogurt, pita bread, spaghetti, apples, peanut butter, strawberries, potatoes; actually just about anything she will consume. She does not like dill pickles.
Favorite Walk: Behind our backyard, she likes to walk in an open grassy field. She is such a curious creature and smells everything along the way capturing scents of rabbits, armadillos, opposums, raccoons, and anything else that has walked the path before her.
Best Tricks: She loves for me to throw a ball. She'll leap as high as she can to catch it and often times succeeds. Then she runs "looney" around the yard with the ball and is now ready for a little tug-o-war before it's thrown again.
Arrival Story: My little Catahoula came from my son's purebread Yellow Lab, Lady, who had eight puppies and except for three of them that were black, they all looked like their father, a Louisiana Catahoula. I went to see the puppies when they were 6 weeks old before my son was to find homes for them. I named all eight of the pups, but I had no intention of becoming a dog guardian. I did become especially smitten with Katy and when I left, I tearfully hugged her and told her Troy would find her a good home. When I returned home, I couldn't get Katy out of my mind so two weeks later, I made a trip back to Georgetown and became Katy's human mom, and I'm so glad I did! She is a joy and a great companion. She can be a handful as well and sometimes wears me to a frazzle, but it's all worth it for she is so loving and loves unconditionally. Lately, she has been "speaking" when she wants to be petted, be served dinner, chewies, treats, and crunchies. She sits with a very serious look on her face while staring at me and then makes low rumbling noises. Her "words" are low-key but very definite!!
Bio: Katy was born in Georgetown, Texas, on Louise Street, hence her middle name of Louise. It is my understanding that Lady got out of her fenced yard and roamed University Drive in Georgetown. Yikes! Anyway, somewhere along that route, she met Katy's father,and eight gorgeous pups were born on June 17, 2003. When Katy was 5 months old, her biological mom, Lady, came to live with us as my son had to move to an apartment and he and I thought it best for Lady to live with me as I have lots of running room for her. So Katy's mom, Lady, has been with us ever since. They're great pals and playmates although Katy does pester Lady a little too much at times but being the passive Yellow Labrador Retriever that she is, Lady just pretty much takes it in stride and knows that "this too shall pass" until later anyway!!Although I have two large dog houses, I will very often find both of them in one. They are both ever so precious.
I've been wearing this crazy collar for many weeks now because I have lacerations to both my corneas. It has not been fun because I hated the drops mom had to use. We're still using ointment and next Saturday, I go back to the vet for another type of medicine. I'm fine now with the ointment because every time it's "doctoring" time, I know I'm going to get a treat-treat. My canine mom, Lady, brings me my basketball when I'm being treated and licks my face to reassure me that "all is well."
We don't have a clue how this happened as I haven't been around any cats to claw at my eyes. The vet thinks maybe I ran into a bush, rocks or some kind of debris may have been thrown from a weedeater or mower as when the neighbors mow and eat, I ran crazily up and down the fence line. Mom keeps me far away from that now in case that is what caused my injured eyes.
The vet said it can take four months or longer for the entire healing to occur. I've been "injured" now since early June. Actually though, I don't mind the collar at all which really surprised mom. She figured I'd go nuts, but I didn't.
The worst thing about it is that I can't "suckle" my basketball, but as shown in one of my photos, I can still rest upon it.
The photo of me with the toothbrush is before I started wearing the collar but during my eye injuries. My eyes were so sensitive, I kept them shut or squinted for most of the time.
The last visit to the vet he said they were getting better. I hope next Saturday, they look even better yet although they are by far not healed.
Mom decided to go on a vacation to Virginia from June 11 through June 20.
She was gone on my 4th birthday, June 17, and where was I? I was being boarded at a very large facility; I've never been boarded before and really don't want to be again. This was not my favorite place to be because I was afraid of all the barking dogs, the thunderstorms, and people I didn't know. They had a hard time coaxing me out of the dog house for my play times.
Mom was going to let them give me a birthday party but because I was so anxious, she decided it would be too much for my nerves. She called the kennel every few days to see how I was doing. My human grown sister came to see me a few times, and how glad I was to see her. She took me on walks and brought treat-treats to me. I just didn't want her to leave.
The people were very nice to me and tried their best to make me happy, but I really missed my home and my two Moms, the human and the dog.
Well, here is the best part. Mom couldn't sleep very well at night during her vacation because she couldn't stop thinking of me and how I was doing. She saw my sweet face constantly while away from me. Mom couldn't wait to get back home and as it looks now, she won't be pulling such a stunt again. She loves me too much to see me in such a bewildered state.
My dog Mom, Lady, got to stay with her Dad (Mom's son) in a small apartment. He has a tiny Yorkie too, but we big dogs don't do so well in a little place like that when we're used to running in the wide open areas. Lady did fine though; she adjusts anywhere better than I do. Mom missed her too, but she didn't worry about her like she did with me amongst all the dogs and human strangers.
Well, since the trip, Mom's son has bought a house and moved and he said next time, he'll be able to keep me if Mom ever goes away again. That will be much better for me......and Mom too.
I survived her vacation and she survived missing me, but we're all glad to be back together again, Mom, Lady, and me. We make a great trio!!
P.S. Another cool thing that happened......When Mom left me behind at the kennel, she cried. One of the workers said she felt more sorry for Mom than for me. Ha! I knew I had my Mom wrapped around my paw!!
What can I say except, "I'm so glad I chose you to be my darling friend." When I look at you, tears come to my eyes because I'm so blessed by your unconditional love and devotion to me. I know I mean the world to you just like you do to me.
I'm crazy about you and love to just watch you whether you are running, barking, sleeping, or chowing down on a filled Kong. You are my entertainment, all that I will ever need. What is better than watching you love life and being quite a character?
You make me laugh because you are ever so adorabale and do the cutest and sometimes even funniest things. Your basketball ~ what a trip!! You love it so and to this day, it's still your pacifier like it was when you were 8 weeks old. It is the only toy you didn't shred to smithereens!! You also use it for a pillow to rest your chin while watching the world go by.
After working all day, I still get excited to come home to you and Lady because you are the delights at the end of a usual crazy day. The tail wagging, excited barking, and running in circles brings just a few of the simples joys of life to me. I love it when Lady's tail wags furiously and hits your face. You don't care; you just continue being excited and blink your eyes with each "whap."
You are ever so special to me, and I'm devoted to you, my little HoulaLab. Even your bratiness is part of your charm!!