My Birthday and a snow day!

I turned one year old on Saturday (12/5) and it was a really great day!! Mommy and Daddy spoiled me so much that day. I got lots of treats and lots of extra play time. It was a blast. I even got a new toy that I really love. Mommy and Daddy say that I was a great blessing being born and being a part of the family. I know they love me so much!! I love them so much too!! We are one big happy family!!

Last night it snowed a lot. I woke up this morning to a white out and lots of piles of snow that mommy calls snow drifts. Mommy took me out early to go potty. I took one look at the thick snow around the front door, looked up at mommy with the expression: "you have to be kidding me, I have to go tackle that!!" When I went out I was so surprised by all the snow and wind that I accidentally peed on the sidewalk. But mommy says its ok cause it was covered in snow anyways and will be shoveled away. I peed right next to a pile of snow that was taller than me! Holy Cow those things called snow drifts are huge!! Luckily daddy is going to have a path for me to walk through it all the next time I have to go potty. Cause I could easily get lost in something that big. The white stuff outside is pretty when I am inside though. :)

Message From Allie's mom - Desperate for Advice!

Why is my 10 month old potty trained Pomeranian unexpectedly peeing all over my house for the past two months?


My 10 month old Pomeranian named Allie has been potty trained for many months. We worked really hard with her right from the start on crate training her. It didn't take her long to catch on and was potty trained quickly. She went several months with no accidents and would always go to the door when she had to go. Then two months ago she started to back track. We would take her out, she wouldn't go, then we brought her back in and she would squat and pee as we take the leash off. Now its a random thing. Sometimes she runs to the door and goes immediately, other times she will not even go near the door and pee in the house. Its like she chooses when she goes outside. Lots of times we bring her in and she pees the minute she comes in. Any advise on why she would be doing this and what I can do to get her back on track? Hoping someone will have an idea cause I have tried everything I can think of and nothing is working. She was potty trained and now she like pretends she isn't. Please help.

-Desperate Doggy Parent!!

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1. What color is your collar? Purple

2. What kind of food do you eat? - Iams puppy food

3. What are your favorite treats? - Cheese and puppy treats made with peanut butter

4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other? - nope, I'm just a baby

5. Do you get Table Scraps? – nothing but Cheese...mommy says table scraps are bad for me.

6. What is your favorite toy? – My teething keys

7. When is your Birthday? - December 5th 2008

8. How many times a day do you get to eat? - Two times a day

9. Do you have a favorite color? – purple

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? - Sure! I would love to read them.

06/08/09 - Night away from home.

Today my mommy dropped me off at the vet and won't be back for me until tomorrow. She says I need to spend the night after my procedure but will pick me up tomorrow right away. When we first got to the vet, this bigger dog barked at me and scared me. Mommy saw me start to shake and comforted me. I was so sad when mommy left me, I hope I see her soon. She said that I need this procedure so I don't have puppies in the future. I trust mommy, but I am still scared about being here overnight. Mommy was sad about leaving me, but she promised to pick me up after I recover. Hopefully no other big dogs bark at me while I am here, they scare me!

Come get me soon mommy!! I love you and miss you!!! :)

05/11/09

The move is finally over and I am in a new place. My mom and dad brought me to the new place first and had me in my crate so I would be comfortable and not get hurt with all the moving of the items. It was fun watching my family move couches and chairs into the house. One of my favorite toys is missing from my other toys, but hopefully it is hiding in one of the other boxes. Mommy reassured me that we will find it or she will find me one just like it at the store. Hopefully its just hiding from me though and it turns up as mommy and daddy empties all those boxes. I really like the new place so far, it has a lot of space to run. :)

05/06/09

Boxes and Boxes everywhere for me to sniff at! My parents have been packing all there stuff up for weeks now and it seems very weird. Mommy told me that it is moving time this weekend and I need to be careful around all the boxes. Mommy reassured me that I am coming with them and all my stuff is being packed up too. Luckily they are keeping my toys unpacked until the very last minute. They talk of a yard for me to play in at our new home, I am very excited to check it out. :)

I read this and had to share it. It made me tear up, so beware!! Remember how special your pet is!!



HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How
could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you
to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided
my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.
You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The
prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used
to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light
so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

It's Just a Dog

I read this and just had so share it in my diary: :)

It' Just a Dog

From time to time people tell me, "Lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "That's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent or the costs involved for "just a dog."

Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."

Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and, in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."

"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.

"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person.

Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.

So for me, and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a human."

So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile....because they "just don't understand."

- Anonymous

OH NO!! - 03/17/09

You will never guess what happened last night. I made a big mistake. My mommy and daddy were so unhappy with me. I accidentally went potty on my mommy's lap. I have not made an accident in the house in many weeks and was doing really good, but big mistake last night. Mom and dad were teasing me with my ball and I got overly excited and before I knew it I lost control and my mommy's pants were wet. She was so shocked and not very happy. I knew I did wrong right away and tried to avoid mommy and daddy the rest of the evening. I was a very bad girl!!

Mommy and Daddy still love me though :)

03/02/09

I am going to be turning three months old this week and have been at my new home for about a month now, everything is going great. I really love my home and my parents. My mommy and daddy are so proud of me cause I have this whole potty training thing down, I haven't made an accident at home in weeks now. I think I have it down 100% when I am at home. I kind of get confused when I am at my grandparents house though, not sure where my parents want me to go potty yet there. When I have to go I want to go outside, but get confused. Mom and dad take me out often when I visit places so I don't go in the house. Last weekend I had my first real play in the snow and I had a blast!! I love digging in the snow and rolling around, it feels really good to bury my face into it too. My mommy laughs at me when I play in the snow cause I come out covered in it. I really love snow!! :)