Awooooroooo.....wet dog!!!!

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!!!!!

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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.

I have come a long way baby!

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!

Sigh....

2 seizures, one in the AM, one in the PM, both after med doses. 'Nuff said.

It's over and I am okay!

In June I had a med load for my epilepsy as it just wasn't stopping my seizures. It made me soooo tired, all the time. It stopped the seizures alright but I wasn't myself at all. I didn't play, I slept. I didn't care much about walks, I slept. I didn't even play with my favorite puppy, yep, I slept. A while back I started playing a little bit more. And then...three weeks ago I started waking up my She every morning by pawing the bed, jumping on it and my She's least favorite thing, barking in her face! But that was early morning stuff and my She, didn't think much about it as she was barely awake. Hmph! Then one night I dismantled my toy box, I took ALL my toys out and scattered them in the hallway. I have a new favorite stuffy, another dog, heehee. I have demanded three walks a day, and don't mind if I can squeeze a fourth and I go a long long way. Short legs be damned. And playing?! I play and chase and play and chase. Awoooroooo...I am back and raring to go, where's my puppy?

The festival

I admit it, when we started to go the reserve way on our walk this afternoon, I wasn't too pleased. But then we got to the park and the whole thing was a festival! There were booths and people and dogs and food and food smells. I was petted by children, my picture was taken, petted by adults, people looked at me so much and asked my She questions. I met a bunch of dogs and was good with them all. My She was happy as people kept saying how nice I was and how well behaved I was. I listened to my She, even when I found a nice place to sit and she wanted me to move, I did move and then found there was another nice place to sit down. She talked to people about me having epilepsy and how now that my seizures were controlled I was a regular dog. Several people were surprised I was only 5 years old, because I guess I am round, but my She stuck up for me and told the truth, I am wide but in very good shape as we walk alot. Also I am half Schnauzer and my She thinks that makes me look older. It was fun but exhausting, after we got home, I ate dinner and needed a long nap! Hope we go back tomorrow!

Wake up already!!!

She hit the alarm off, and I waited, pretty patiently, I might add. Then I pawed at her, and jumped both paws on the bed. And barked, and did it again. I walked to the other side and got on the steps and rattled the bed on that side. GET UP!!!! Finally she got out of bed, staggering into the kitchen and made my brakfast. By that time I had gone back to sleep. Exhausting work getting my peep up. I have been very affectionate today, insisting my She pet me. She didn't call it that, she kept saying, I was being a pest. Me?! Just because I wanted my chin, shoulder, and chest petted for a long long time?

Bunny-hopper?! Me????

Bunny-hopping, that's what the neighbor in WV said about how I got up and down the stairs. I don't LOOK like like a bunny, do I? Nope, have a wee stubby tail, no bunny puff tail, got my floppy ears, no pointy sticking up ears. Not seeing a bunny.
On the ride home, it took forever, or at least the usual 7 hours, I refused to get out of the car until we were finally home! And I walked inside, took my med dose and fell asleep for 3 hours on MY floor.
My She's friend has an illness, cancer, which is why sometimes I didn't get out when I wanted to. But I was a good girl, and every time I went down the steps, I would visit the friend, and I would wag my wee stubby tail and the friend and her boyfriend would pet me. Ahhhh, a visiting health-making dog, that's me. The friend who doesn't like yappy dogs when they yap, liked me just fine, as I have a very gruff sounding bark or my very distintive awoorooo. If she feels better, I will be forced to dress up this halloween as a ....tootsie roll! She told my She that the advantage of being so sick is people had to honor her requests. But I am a dog! Hmph!

Steps. why are steps even needed?!

I went down all the steps, and after hanging out on the porch and getting hissed at by several cats, and taking a long walk, mostly uphill, I had to climb back up the steps. Geez! If the She moves here, she better be getting me an elevator or a dumb-waiter or something. Hey, I would take a sling and a pulley! Will say I slept really well last night. Today I am going out later as it is blazing hot and humid here. The She leaves me up in the AC to hang out with her friend who is very ill. Maybe it is not too bad for me, and less good for my she.

Some adventures hurt!!!

Too many steps! You want to go up, gotta walk up steps, you wanna go outside, gotta walk down the steps. So while being carried up the steps, I leapt from the carriers arms, and hurt my paw! OWWWWW. My She thinks I bent it back the wrong way, all I know is my paw hurt! So I got ice packs on it, that was sorta nice, and my She had to bring my food over to me and that was nice as well. Until she figured out that I certainly could get up on my paws and walk, albeit slowly to my own food dishes. So I have been on floor rest for a couple of days. But today my She got baby aspirin as approved by my vet, and is planning to get me moving at least to sit and hang out on the deck. On the ride home I am not leaving the backseat for nothing!