Likes: Haning out with Mommy, belly rubs, treats, going to the dog park
Pet-Peeves: Being left alone, the vacuum cleaner, strong smells
Favorite Toy: Anything that makes a lot of noise!
Favorite Food: Goat, pork, beef, eggs.
Favorite Walk: To the dog park.
Best Tricks: Stand on my hind legs, turn in a circle while standing on my hind legs.
Arrival Story: In March I moved into an apartment that allowed dogs and right away started thinking about what kind of dog we would get. We wanted something small but not tiny, playful but not crazy energetic, and of course totally cute! In June I held a Scottish Terrier puppy in a pet store and decided then that that was the breed I wanted. However, I didn't want a pet store dog, so I started looking for a breeder. In a Chicago newspaper I found an ad from a family in Iowa who owned 2 Scotties that had had a litter of 9 puppies! After talking to the owners and looking at pictures of the puppies, I picked out my baby boy. On July 1, we met halfway, in Galena, IL, so I could pick him up. He ran straight to me and my daughters while we were walking toward them - it was love at first sight for all of us!
On Friday morning when Mommy took Maxwell and me out to pee, the whole world was covered in SNOW! I love snow! It's so fun to eat and dig in and jump around in! Mommy even picked some up and threw it at me! I wish the world could be covered in snow all the time!
Mommy has been bad and has not typed a diary entry for me in such a long time. I'm pretty mad at her. I kept trying to tell her that all of my loyal readers were left in suspense, waiting to find out how the Hunger Strike ended. Well, let me assure you that I am fine and no longer hungry. Just like I predicted, Mommy gave in and got me a yummy pork roast. Maxwell ate all the rabbit that I wouldn't eat.
But what I really want to write about is my first Thanksgiving. I have to say that it was my favorite day of my life so far! Mommy started cooking the night before, and Maxwell and I hung out in the kitchen with her the whole time, waiting for her to drop some goodies. We didn't get a lot - just some celery (yuck) and then some goat cheese (much better). The next day she blocked us out of the kitchen so we wouldn't get under her feet, but that was OK because there were so many people to play with. Almost the whole family was here! My aunt, cousins, grandma and grandpa, and even great-grandma and great-grandma (I had never met them before). Everyone was so nice. I got lots of belly rugs and even snuck some face licks.
We hung out with the people for a long time, and then it was time to eat! Mommy had bought Maxwell and me our own special Thanksgiving food - pheasant for Maxwell and quail for me. She put us in our crates to eat because, even though the people in our family are supportive of our raw diet, they don't necessarily want to watch us eat! Unfortunately, I didn't really like the quail. I really wanted to try some of Maxwell's pheasant, but he eats very fast and of course he didn't leave any for me. He got to eat the quail that I didn't eat. When Mommy let me out of my crate, I was sniffing around at the table because I was still hungry and the people food smelled so good. Well, of course the humans took sympathy on me and gave me a plate to lick. But shhhhhhh, don't tell Maxwell...he was out of the room and didn't get any!
It was kind of like the holiday lasted for 4 days because my human cousins stayed with us until Sunday. I love having more people in the house, especially when they are kids who let me lick their faces until my tongue is tired!
For the last 3 days, Mommy has been trying to get me to eat rabbit. She gave it to me for breakfast on Friday morning, and I tore off a teeny weeny piece of meat and then wouldn't touch it anymore. Maxwell was eating chicken, so I looked at him and then looked at Mommy so she would know that I wanted what he had. She just sat there and looked back at me. I figured she didn't understand me, so I tried to steal Maxwell's chicken. He growled at me and pulled it away. Mommy picked me up and put me back by the rabbit. This time I lay down and looked really sad, thinking she would feel sorry for me and get me something else, but she didn't! After Maxwell was done eating, she picked up the rabbit and put it back in the fridge. She didn't take out anything else!
I was pretty hungry, but I figured I could wait it out until dinner time. Besides, she still gave me treats for going to the bathroom outside, so that kept my stomach from grumbling. I figured that I would get a yummy dinner to make up for not having breakfast. But no - at dinner time she gave me that darn rabbit again! I just smelled it and walked away.
This has now been going on for 3 days! Every morning and every evening she puts that rabbit down on my feeding towel and expects me to eat it. I won't do it! It's not fair that Maxwell gets chicken and I get rabbit - he likes rabbit, that silly dog - I don't! Mommy won't give me chicken because lately it gives me diarrhea, and she's sick of having to go outside in her pajamas at 3am for an emergency potty break. I think she needs to get her butt to the store to buy me something else. I'll eat just about anything except rabbit - pork, beef, turkey, goat, etc. I know Mommy loves me too much to let me starve, so I'm on a hunger strike until she gives me something yummy. She's such a softie...I know she'll give in soon. She's just pretending to be tough by not giving me any treats at all until I eat that rabbit. Uh oh, here she comes. Time to look starved!