Favorite Walk: the back yard. she never goes near the front door.
Best Tricks: licking everyone as much as possible
Arrival Story: We knew a family that adopted Ginger. I would pet sit Ginger while her owners went on vacation (taking their purebred dog) and leaving her to be alone. I felt so sorry for her b/c I could tell she was being abused and the children of this family confirmed same. I finally decided to call them and ask if I could have her. They did not hesitate to say yes and added that she has been trouble since they got her...pooping on the floor, etc. I went and got her that day. It took her 3 days to come out of the bathroom and another year to even be able to be comfortable with us. Best part of all...she has never once used the bathroom in the house. Turns out it was their other dog that was doing that. She has been a blessing though you have to walk on egg shells around her becasue she has suffered such trauma in the past.
Dear Friends: we haven’t been on her in a while because mom has become addicted to face book and a lot of our moms are on there so they go on there and share our stories. Nonetheless, mom has a story she can’t tell on face book…apparently it embarrasses her too much.
I have started doing a few things mom and dad aren’t used to. Though they have dealt with it well, they find themselves questioning why? The issues are:
(1) I have suddenly started peeing in the house. Never peed in the house before. Nugget pees in the house and mom & dad are ready for it; they put plastic down in her favorite areas and she pees on that when they are not home. I started peeing in all places except the plastic covered areas. It took them a week or so to realize it was me but, mom worked from home on Friday and learned my secret. She immediately became worried and smelled my pee (no odd smell) then she looked at the color (no odd color) then she looked at the amount (no odd amount) so she ruled out UTI (less pee due to discomfort), diabetes (smelly or dark urine). She even called the vet for blood work! WHAT A WORRIER! BOL!
(2) I have started eating poo in the back yard!!! MOM WANTS TO PUKE AS SHE TYPES THIS!!! I have never, ever eaten poo before but suddenly I like poo. We used to have a feline brother named Groucho Marx and I never once ate his poo so mom is confused. She wonders if there is something “health-wise” wrong with me that I would SUDDENLY start eating poo. I have been known to eat squirrel, rabbit, chipmunk and occasionally I eat my own fur when I have the itchies BUT NEVER POO! Any ideas on this???
Any thoughts from our pup pals to help mommy out? Love, Poo Breath.
As all of you may be aware, I completely and totally love, love, love chasing & playing with squirrels as well as rabbits. I recall once bringing my rabbit buddy in for mom to see but she freaked out like it was a snake or something. I mean, how was I to know it wasn’t alive; I just assumed it was stuffed like all the other ones we have in the house. Geez!!
Anyway, we now have a live squirrel living in our attic and mom & dad have put a cage up there to catch it. I am super excited about this because I am certain they will give it to me once it is down from the attic. They know I LOVE squirrels and they wouldn’t give it to anyone else but me…Right?? I totally can’t believe I am about to have my very own squirrel!
Wait, what is that I hear? Mom is telling Daddy to release it in the yard next door when it gets in the cage???? WTD???? How cruel can you be? I am such a good dog and I DESERVE my very own squirrel!! Dangit! I will have to pee on mom’s pillow if she doesn’t let me have my squirrel. I will, of course, blame it on Nugget because she is refusing to be housetrained anyway! BOL!
We hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving with their family. For all those out there that didn’t have a forever family; we thought of you and prayed for you. We know that many, many of us are still out there in a cage with concrete floors, warm/hot water, bars as a door, pee on our floor and a person passing by on occasion to make sure we are still breathing. We know that your Thanksgiving was not one of celebration, thanks and love. We know you cried yourself to sleep the night prior and the night of. Our wish on our Thanksgiving was for YOU! Not US! YOU! We want everyone to realize that while they had the warm surroundings of comfort, family, friends and great food…you were in hell. A cold, careless H E L L! Bless all of your sweet souls for holding on to hope and understand we are doing EVERYTHING WE CAN to get you and yours out of the hell you are in. WE LOVE YOU AND WILL NEVER FORGET EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! There will be no peace until there is PEACE FOR ALL!