May 12th 2011 3:20 am
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I have SUCH GREAT news! Ok, it starts with sad news but ends with happy, happy news!
My grandpeeps doggie, Max, went to the Bridge a few weeks ago. We think that he had a heart attack or something, he'd been having heart problems for a while. So my grandpeeps other doggie, Toby, was very very lonely. The grandpeeps decided that it was time to get a friend for Toby. Mom jumped right in and insisted that they get a rescue doggie, and went about finding one for them.
The rescue organisation forwarded pictures to Mom of two six month old puppy sisters looking for a home. Mom sent the pics to the grandpeeps adn guess what they said? "Oh, they're sisters, we couldn't split them up." and then they decided to take them BOTH! Yes!!! TWO puppies!!
Anyhoo, Mom will be picking up the pups in the next few days and taking them to their new home. But this is where we need your help, pals. The doggies need new names. Currently, their names are Dahlia and Poppet, and we think they need their own new special names to celebrate their new, special, furever home.
Mom will post some photos of them on my page so that you can see what they look like, and then will await your name suggestions. Please help us to find special names for these special, purty girlies.
(who already has her own special, purty-girl name)
September 16th 2010 6:05 am
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...but I don't believe her.
You may remember in my last diary entry, I told you about my latest habit of getting my Mom to let me out at least once during the night. Well, guess what she did, pals? I hope you're sitting down, because it's bad. Shocking. Borderline neglect, even.
One night last week, at our house, I wanted to go out. So she opened the bedroom door and I let myself out the famous doggie door. But when I got back...the bedroom door was closed! Yes! I know! That's EXACTLY what I thought.
Mom's side of the story:
"I opened the bedroom door and let Lucy out. I went back to bed. Later on (clearly it wasn't as much later as I thought it was) I got up and closed the door, assuming she was back .She wasn't. I woke up in the morning to find that she wasn't there.I opened the bedroom door and there she was! Now, I'd like to make it clear that I REALLY thought that she was back. It was the middle of the night and I was sleepy! And, just so that you know, my dressing-room door was open with lots of worn clothes lying on the floor (I'm messy like that) and I know that Lucy loves to sleep on my recently worn clothes. Also, there are the doggie beds downstairs and the couch if the doggie beds are not up to her standard. So she was hardly hard done by. But the best part of all: she hasn't gotten me up in the middle of the night since! That was certainly not my intention, but if that is what it took to be able to get a full nights sleep, then so be it!"
And that pals, is her side of the story. Beee-yotch!
September 1st 2010 2:26 am
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I've always had a slightly sensitive tummy. Mom puts it down to the fact that I did not get the best nutrition during the first year or so of my life. So every now and again I'll get an upset tummy and need to go outside in the middle of the night. Which used to mean that Mom would have to get up, go downstairs, turn off the alarm, open the back door and then hang around and wait till I was done. But now, with the doggie door, all she needs to do is get up and open the bedroom door and then I let myself out. Which has become quite convenient since, for some reason, since the beginning of this year, I need to go out in the middle of the night more often for either a tinkle or class 2 download (Mom doesn't know which because she doesn't have to come out with me anymore!).
But there is still the problem of me needing to go out in the middle of the night at the BF's house. Now, the BF lives in a big old house on a farm. This house has lots of doors leading outside (but no a doggie door - so last century, daaahling). It has a front door, a kitchen door, a door from the main bedroom leading to the patio, a door from the lounge, a door from the bar and a door from the sunroom. What Mom didn't originally understand, but what she thought she'd learnt to use to her advantage, was the very obvious (doh!) fact that each door appears to lead to a seperate magical kingdom! Yes! The front door may stay open all day long, but open the lounge door and we're desperate to be able to get out that side!
So, she's been trying to get me to go out the front door at night to do my business, which may (hopefully) mean that I won't need to get her up in the middle of the night. Well, no luck. So what she's done the last few nights that we've been there, is open the bedroom door to the patio when we go to bed. And, we're off! And it worked the first night (yes!). And the it worked the second night (yes!). But last night...not so much.
This is how it went.
Lucy: Mom! Mom! Get up! I wanna go out now.
Mom: Lucy, get off me!
Lucy: Mom! Mom! It's 1:52am and it's time for me to go out thankyouverymuch.
Mom: Fine *sigh*.
(Mom let's me out, quiet as she can so as not to wake the BF. Then Mom waits. And waits. She can't call for me as the bedroom door is right next to the BF's daughters window, and the daughter is sleeping, on account of it being 2am in the friggin' morning. She closes the door and lies down, not wanting to sleep because she still has to let me in. Dexter comes back, no sign of the Girlypants. Now, it's the early morning and her mind starts to wander.)
Mom: *thinking to herself* There are plenty of owls out here. I wonder if they could catch Lucy? She is pretty small. I heard a bird call a little while ago, maybe it wasn't a bird after all, but Lucy screaming because she was being attacked by an owl or snake or vicious bunny bent on revenge? I wonder how long it's been now? Where did I put my shoes, in case I have to get up to go look for her? Where is the torch? Will I have to find a jumper? No, I'll just put on my robe. How long do I leave it before I go searching for her? I wonder if the fall from the owl's clutches will kill her, or just break some bones? Which bank account has the most money in for the deposit I'll have to put down at the Emergency Vet? After hours is pretty expensive. The farm is pretty big, which side will I start looking? What will my boss think when I call and tell him I can't come in since I'm at the Animal Hospital with my dog who escaped the clutches of an owl/ snake/ vicious bunny bent on revenge?
(Mom looks up and sees me through the glass door, waiting to come in).
Mom: well, here you are. It's about time.
Lucy: well, of course I'm here! It's 2:22am and I need my sleep, James!
(Mom wonders who the boss is in this pack and what Cesar Millan would have to say about all this).
Lucy Diva Pants