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September 11th 2008 6:41 am
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It's dark last night. By the light of the moon I see a fox run by the back window. Mom lets me out to chase it. I chase it to the edge of the property. Good dog.

I'm coming back to the house when something catches my eye. I go to say hello. Mom wonders why I'm not coming back to the house. Mom comes looking. Ouchie. I said hello to a porcupine.

Mom and dad look me over and mom rushes me to the Veterinary Teaching Hospital. They look at all my quills and call me "Hugging Quill Girl". I get sedated and they start pulling out the quills. They stop counting at 60. After all the visible ones are removed they start feeling around to see if there are any more. They shave my entire left shoulder and find several more very firmly embedded. I have to spend the night at the vet hospital. I don't like it here.

All I know is I have to have surgery to remove those deeply embedded ones sometime today. I have an I.V. that I don't like in my arm. They are telling me to not worry, but I am shaking uncontrollable. I'm trying not to be woose, but I want my mommy.


All I want is the quills out so I can go home.



I'm Home

September 12th 2008 6:46 am
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Mom and I would like to thank all the wonderful pups that pawmailed me, and sent rosettes and get well messages. Special thanks to The Boyzzz ( [sorry, I can't figure out how else to do this, any help is welcome] for the candle and prayer link they set up for me. You two are the bestest furiends.

I came home late yesterday after the surgery to remove an additional ten quills that were firmly embedded in the muscle of my left shoulder. I am still having a lot of discomfort, but the pain killers and anti-inflammatories are slowly helping. I kept mommy up most of the night whimpering because I was so sore. Poor mom. She was with me until 2:00 a.m. Thursday morning at Emerg., and then I kept her up again last night.

Mom can tell that my shoulder is somewhat better today, as my limp is improving slightly. She still has to help me up and down the steps, but this will also improve over the next few days.

Mommy and I are both tired, so we will try to catch up on some sleep now. Thanks again to everyone!


When God Made

April 5th 2009 7:33 pm
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When God had made the Earth and sky,
The flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals
And all the birds and bees.
And when his work was finished,
Not one was quite the same.
He said, 'I'll walk this earth of mine,
And give each one a name,'
And so he travelled land and sea,
And everywhere he went,
A little creature followed Him
Until his strength was spent.
And when all were named upon the Earth,
And in the sky and sea,
The little creature said,'Dear Lord,
There's not one left for me!'
The Father smiled and softly said:
'I've left you till the end.
I've turned my own name back to front,
And called you DOG, my friend.'

Author unknown


Excellent Helper

August 5th 2009 11:09 am
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I really am an excellent helper. Just ask me, I am the greatest.

Mom is starting to bring in stuff from the garden and preparing it to freeze for the winter. She picked a pail of peas the other day. She left it on the step while she went into the house to get a pail to put the shelled peas into. When she came back outside, I had the bucket between my front legs and was happily eating peas, pods and all, from the bucket. I'm such a good helper! This saved momma a lot of work!

She picked some beans later on and I did the same thing. Again, cutting down on the work mom has to do!

There has also been a lot of saskatoon berry picking going on. Mom finds the best berry picking spot and then picks the berries highest on the trees. She holds down the lower branches for me and I happily pick the berries off.

This morning, after our morning walk, I went to the pea patch and picked some peas all by myself. Yup, I am the greatest helper!


Post Traumatic Stress

August 15th 2009 9:17 am
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Last night mom took me out to do my nightly bathroom ritual. It was very, very dark. As soon as I was out, I growled ran in a circle and then stopped. My ears were back and my tail was between my legs. I was staring at a black blog moving about 4 feet in front of me. Mom didn't have her glasses on, so couldn't make out what the blob was. She came to me and put two fingers in my collar and I let her lead me up the stairs and into the house. Now pups, this never happens, if something is in my yard, I would never let mom lead me away with only two fingers in my collar.

Mom leaves me in the house, finds her glasses and the high beam flashlight and goes back outside. She sees the blob walking, and shines the light on it. It is the biggest porcupine she has seen in a while. She thinks I must have had a flashback to last September when I said hi to a porcupine and wound up in E.R.

Mom came back into the house, and put my lead on, I still really needed to go to the bathroom. With leash in one hand and flashlight in the other, mom leads me to the backyard, I quickly do my business and race for the steps to come in.

Be careful out there pups!


Gopher Breath

August 19th 2009 7:17 am
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Yesterday mom did something she calls "errands". Now, I don't like errands, I get bored waiting for her to come home and leave me outside.

Before she went to run her errands she was trying to catch a gopher that was making a big mess in the garden. This critter kept eluding her. She placed a bucket over the hole and went into town.

When she returned, and released me from the house, I greeted her as I only I can greet the momma when she comes home. I then raced to the bucket and started sniffing around. I knocked the bucket over, did a quick dig, and viola, one critter went sailing through the air. I picked it up and threw it around some more, pawed at it and barked at it. Mom's arms were laden with groceries, so all she could say was "Abbykins leave it".

She takes one load into the house and I am still barking at the gopher that is lying on the ground in front of me flailing his paws. I move in for a closer sniff, and the insolent critter hits me on the nose with its paw. I pick it up and move around the garage. Again, mom's arms are laden with groceries, so she has no choice but to go into the house with them.

She comes back out in a few minutes and I come racing up behind her. She strokes my head and I look up at her licking my lips. She calls me "gopher breath". I again look at her and burp heartily.


Anything for a treat

December 7th 2009 8:05 am
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Well pups, I caved into treats. What can I say, but I had a moment of weakness. It has gotten very cold here. Last week it was -22 C in the evening. The momma puts the snowsuit on me and takes me outside to do my business. Uh, uh, I was not doing anything. I even refused to walk very far. Mom talked gently, encouraging me to walk to her. Nope, wasn't moving. She tried talking not so nice to me. Nope, still wasn't moving. It was starting to get cold, so I held up one paw for her to rub, then the other paw, for her to rub, you get the picture. I think we were outside in the cold for about a 1/2 hour. She asked if I wanted to go in and I headed for the door. Once inside she took off the dratted snowsuit, took me back outside and I quickly did my business.

The next day she got down to baking. First came the pumpkin whole wheat cookies and then came the peanut butter oatmeal cookies.

The next day out we go, me in the hated snowsuit, and the momma with a pocket of treats. She encouraged me down the stairs, when I reluctantly came, I got a treat. Hmmm, this isn't so bad. She encouraged me to walk with her. I did and again got a treat. She told me to do my business and, when I did, I got another treat.

This morning it is -29C and mom put the suit on me when we went for the morning walk. I ran down the steps and waited for her. We went for a short walk, I did my business, got another treat, and then we came in.

Yes, pups, we thought it was going to be a battle over who could be more stubborn when it came to me wearing the snowsuit. I guess the momma won, however, as I will do anything for her homemade treats.


She's the Greatest

January 14th 2010 6:01 pm
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My momma is the greatest!

She met daddy in town today after he was finished work and they did some shopping. After the shopping was done, daddy had to rush off for an evening seminar.

Now mom had phoned around earlier to see if she might be able to meet somebody for supper while she was in town. No luck. She was a little down in the dumps about that, and then she thought, she had the best date waiting for her at home! Me!!!!

She picked herself up a chicken soft taco and some mexi fries at one place and then went and got a milk shake and a little bit of soft serve ice cream for me at another place.

I sampled one mexi fry and she shared her chicken soft taco with me. She let me lick out the milk shake container and then I got my little bit of soft serve ice cream. Pawsome!

I have her trained so well!



February 10th 2010 8:20 am
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So the momma thinks I am rude, I think I was just doing what comes naturally.

We are out for a walk and nature calls. I assume the position when during, um, well there is no polite way to say this, during mid poo some grouse fly up right in front of me. I immediately stop what I am doing and chase the grouse away.

Once I have chased the grouse far enough away I come back and sniff the area they were nesting in. I then proceed to finish my business right in the middle of their nesting area.

I was quite pleased with myself!


Apparently I don't listen

February 23rd 2010 4:54 am
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I have been told I am a bad listener.

It it still cold up here in the Great White North. This morning alone it was -31 C. Yesterday mom decides she needs to take the tractor for a drive to make sure everything is OK. When it is this cold, you need to make sure all the oils and whatever are properly lubricating and doing what they are supposed to, check out the hydraulics, whatever.

First she gets a piece of cardboard and puts it on the floor of the garage, and then takes a comforter and puts it on top of the cardboard. She brings me over and tells me I am stay there while she is doing what she has to. Yeah, sure mom.

She starts up the tractor and starts down the drive. She looks beside her, and there I am. She puts the tractor in neutral, climbs off, tells me to stay, gets back on and continues down the drive. She looks behind her this time, and there I am! Same routine.

She starts down the road, looks behind her, well you get the picture. I really get told off this time. She continues down the road (we have a half mile from the main grid to our drive) and she keeps checking and I appear to be staying. Its hard to miss a big dog in a red and black snowsuit pacing on the white snow. She keeps checking as she goes down the half mile and I appear to be staying. She makes a path through the snowdrifts and then is ready to turn around and come back. She looks behind, then does a double take, as I am thisclose to the back of the tractor.

I wanted to tell her great job on making the paths through the drifts mom, you even drove in a straight line. Was she at all happy to see me there, no! But she can't tell me to sit and stay there, not that I would anyway, as I am at the main grid and there are always big trucks and farm equipment moving down the road.

She has no choice but to let me trot beside her as she goes the 1/2 mile back to the drive. When we get to the drive, the tractor goes in neutral, she gets off, and I get a lecture about dogs and tractors not being a good mix. I think that is what she was talking about, I kinda a tuned her out. She gets back on the tractor and goes to park it, looks behind her, we have a long drive remember, and there I am. I get another lecture and this time I stay. She finally parks the tractor and then calls for me. I get another lecture and she says something about staying in the house or being put on the tie out when the tractor is in use. I wasn't really listening, but I think she was quite mad with me.

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