September 5th 2011 9:13 am
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The river behind us rose last week during the Irene Cane, that wasn't the problem. The problem happened when something burst upstream and Water St where we live became literally WATER St!!! The she decided seeking higher ground was a good idea. She took the important stuff:passport, laptop, my meds, my food, my treats and ME!!! I had to plow thru water almost up to my neck (okay that probably isn't very high, but I am pretty short). My she said I looked just like a tug boat! And there were two sumps pumps running and they are loud. I walked right on by them, cause my she said I had to. I was such a good girl.
When my she first got me I hated rain, damp, wet, water and sump pumps. That day, I just went on thru. We never did find higher ground though, there were too many roads closed, too many wires down, and we wound up back were we started! The water got to within four feet of our door and then went down...whew. Plowing trhu water is one thing, but swimming? Eek!
Today it was drizzling out and what did I do? Plunked myself right down and sat in the rain!!!!!
May 9th 2010 7:42 pm
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I RAN HOME!!!!! Tonight I slipped my collar, well, my collar fell off my head and I stopped to tell my She I was without said collar. And me who always ran away and never came when called, stayed put and when she couldn't get the collar back on me I ran HOME. To MY home. I usually poke along on walks, but when I was without anything controlling me, I trotted down the block and turned the corner.
Emma Bombeck, I think, wrote a column about thinking you were going to France and when you got off the plane, you weren't in France, with the lights and the sights. Instead you were in Belguim, which is nice but not France. It has nice people and other sights you haven't seen, but no pastries and no Effiel Tower. Still it is nice and different, just not the trip you were expecting. That pretty much describes me and my She. When my she saved me, she thought she was getting a 23 lbs hyper 18mos old dog with possibilities. What she got was ME. Not housebroken, fearful, sick as the literal dog , having multiple seizures, trusted no one and nothing, no manners, hated all dogs, didn't like people. I had been in and out of several homes and rescues by the end of my 18 months. I was her first female and her first small dog. My she did the one thing no one else did, she stayed with me.
Made me sit when I growled at other dogs, took me out in all kinds of weather, even rain, walked past countless loud trucks and motorcycles, flagpoles, trash cans. Finally got my meds figured out, took months and months, sometimes she feels like she should have been a pharmacist. She keeps a seprate diary about me.
Trust took a long long time and now I can't think of a time when I didn't trust her, she remembers though. She remembers when I ran away for 36 and half hours, she walked the streets for hours. And even when she saw me, I ran from her. She just kept calling and eventually she found me. She remembers when I never got up when she came in the door. She even remembers when I never did anything to get into trouble, the seizures caused some brain damage, so I am often not as smart as other dogs. Now I come when my she calls, I come along with my wee tail wagging. I play with my puppy (he isn't a puppy anymore), but he was the first dog that looked at me and became my friend. I sleep right behind her chair so we can be close, I don't growl or fight dogs anymore. Now I hide behind my she when dogs bother me. I got into the big dog food bag and snarf up whatever I can from under her computer chair. I awooroo at other dogs cause I want them to play with me and that's how schnauzers say hello. Even children can pet me. I don't mind visiting the cousins, that's where my puppy lives, but I want to go home after,
Because of my medicines for my epilepsy, I no longer weigh 23 pounds, I top the scale at over 45lbs. My she says I am the most in shape rectangular dog she knows. She educates people when they say I am fat. I am NOT fat, I am round. And I have epilepsy, it is an illness, nothing more. I have special diet food, and my she get good treats for me to eat for when I pee in the right place. I am about 90%, sometimes more, sometimes less. My she stayed and went thru everything with me, she stayed, no one wanted to, just her. I am staying to. My she tells me this is what forever is.
Oh, a treat and the meat off a chicken leg was mine for me knowing where my home was. Home, my place with my stuffies and our stuff, mine and my she.
January 26th 2010 10:58 am
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The winds were bad yesterday and today the road crews were doing damage control. It was noisy! They were right outside our place cutting down tree limbs and cleaning up from the storm. All their trucks were noisy. My She was so proud of me, I didn't bolt or scream, I just listened to them for a little bit and then we went on our walk. I didn't freak at the rolling garbage can or the wind and when we came back and they were still grinding stuff up, i just walked right into the apartment. My he remembers when I bolted at the sound of the flag flapping in the wind!
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