July 31st 2006 12:45 am
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One day, my "Mommy" brought home a tiny ball of fluff, with the cutest half-black/half-white face. A Jack Russell puppy! She introduced her to me as my new kid sister Chloe and made me sniff and poke at her a bit. I didn't get to know her too well right away because my "Mommy" was afraid to let her come near me by herself, lest I might get too rough and hurt the little one.
Then one time, when Chloe turned into a rambunctious, irrepressibly playful and feisty 6-month old, she escaped through the screen door and ran straight to me, wagging her stub of a tail. She wanted to play! My "Mommy" stood back to see what we would do, ready to grab Chloe if I got too rough, and watched us play. So we rolled around and chased each other and played and played and played. And even when I would "accidentally" land on her or pin her down -- imagine, the weight of my 23 kilos on her small 3-kilo frame! -- Chloe was still game and gave as good as she got. So from then on, we became regular playmates. And I'd look forward to her rushing up to me for some fun roughhousing every day. When we're both so tired from our games, we'd stroll over to our "Mommy" for a couple of crunchy doggie biscuits.
Gee, I never realized how much fun it is to have a kid sister to play with until Chloe came along. I don't even mind it when she nips at my tail or pulls on my ears. And she doesn't mind it, too, when I push my paw on her tummy or play-bite her neck. Coco, our eldest "sister" beagle, is a bit stand-offish and doesn't enjoy our kind of games at all. She would sit with our "Mommy" or a little distance away sunbathing by herself, while Chloe and I would play our pretend-fights. I used to get really restless and go looking for trouble -- like digging up the garden or scaring up frogs -- hoping for someone to play with me. But now that I have Chloe, who's not afraid of me or my big teeth or my heavy weight (Jack Russell terriers have no idea of their size and actually think they're big dogs), "Mommy" says I've calmed down. I don't know what "calmed down" means, but I do know that since Chloe came to be part of our family, I'm now a much happier and content doggie. I just love Chloe and I'm glad to have her as my kid "sister"!
May 20th 2006 2:33 am
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One night early this month of May, I escaped from my place again. I don't know how my Mom knew that I was playing in the garden at night, but she came out and caught me biting and tossing this big ugly hopper. She said it's a toad. Toad — what kind of name is that for an animal? My Mom tried to get it away from me but I wouldn't let her. It's MY toy! I found it! But she waved a stick at me and that scared me off, long enough for Virgie our helper to pick up the toad with the dustpan and carry it off outside the house. Hah, I don't care! I found another one to play with. But my Mom saw it too and she got that away from me as well. Not soon enough, though. I got to put in a coupla bites on its chewy leathery skin. Then the awful nausea began...
Something tasted horrible in my mouth! My Mom was freaking out because my mouth started to froth. And I started shaking and convulsing ... I felt really really hot all over ... I tried to throw up but I was shaking too hard ... and my Mom was shouting on the phone and crying and trying to hold me. The pain felt like it went on for hours but I'm sure it wasn't that long. All I know is some people in white coats came and they poked that pointy thing again into my foreleg. I don't remember much of what happened after that. All I know is I stopped shaking and I woke up to find myself in the hospital again, with a tube running through one of my forelegs. I had to stay there for 4 days with the doctors checking on me and making me eat. I still remembered the taste of that toad so it took a while before I could eat something.
I was just so doggone happy when I saw my Mom come after a few days. I was afraid she'd be angry with me for being a "bad dog" but she looked really pleased to see me. According to the doctor, they got to me in time. Before my body absorbed all the toxins. A few more minutes, I'd have been really dog-GONE! My Mom said "Unbelievable, Pucci, you got more lives than a cat!" Hmm, does that make me better than a cat? Yeah, I guess so. Woof!
May 20th 2006 2:19 am
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My "Mommy" says I should've been born a cat!
Early this year, I escaped through an opened gate and ran off to the streets. I was having so much fun making my Mom and the people from our home run after me! Of course I was too fast for them and I barked in glee at their frustration. After I've had enough of my fun and games, I decided it was time to go back. But I had to cross this big busy street. There were so many of these machines on wheels zooming past me and I got really scared when loud blaring sounds would come out of these machines. I saw my Mom and her eyes were so round and large and she looked scared. Scared for me. I was scared for me too! So I ran across this wide street and, as I did, one of the big machines rolled on top of me. I crouched down low but it ran over my hip and leg and I yelped in pain. It didn't even stop. The thing just sped off. My Mom rushed over to help me and she held me for a moment while I trembled in pain and fear. Virgie, our household helper, came to hold me while my Mom ran off. I thought she was so angry with me that she left me. But she came back right away in her own machine with wheels and she carried me into it. The next thing I knew, there were these men who carried me out in a small cot and the doctor poked a pointy thing into me and the pain went away.
I stayed in the doctor's place for a few days and they put my hip and leg in a cast. I was so sad and I missed my Mom very much. Heck, I even missed Coco! But Mom came to bring me home after a few days, though I had to wear the cast for a couple of weeks. It was so uncomfortable. My Mommy says she hopes I've learned my lesson not to run off into the streets without a leash and without her. I hope so, too...
My leg fracture has healed well. But my hip isn't straight anymore. Sometimes it hurts, especially when I try to jump. But the good part is I can run again. Run and run around the yard.