I'm OK

I went to the vet and I got poked and prodded and that nasty thing stuck up my butt. The doc said I had symptoms of senility and prescribed a new mediation. Since I've been on this new medicine I am feeling much better. I don't feel so depressed or anxious or jumpy. I've stopped hiding and trying to sleep in the closet. I've stopped pacing. My nerves are better - I don't feel startled every time there is a noise or someone comes near me. I feel happier. I'm eating better, too. I am peppier and want to go for walks, and the doc said that will help me build muscle and strengthen my legs. I am Ivy. Hear me bark.

I may be nearing the end

Dad came to pick up me and my sister Lily today to take to his home for the week. He tried to take me for a walk first, so I wouldn't do my business in the car. My back left leg isn't working so well anymore. Muscle deteriation, the doc says. He called my Mom and sounded upset because I couldn't really walk today. I heard something about the vet and this week. Then he left with Sis and I got left here all alone. What do you think of those kibbles? On top of it all, he was crying when he left. This does not bode well. My nerves are frayed and I have been putting up with a storm all day. I didn't really want to go deal with that barking schnauzer and the big lummox. I guess I am glad I got left.

It's not every day

Some things change with age. My sphincter muscles are one of those things. Sometimes I am walking along and oops, there is a steamy present for whoever wants it. I sure don't! I scurry away from it as fast as I can.

On the whole, everyone seems pretty understanding. After all, it's not every day I drop one. Although on other days I have been known to make more than one deposit. Mom #2 fusses sometimes. On occasion she even raises her voice and I run for the closet. Dad only gets upset when he steps in my offering. I don't let it bother me too much, though. I do try to go outside in time to make my solid oblations in the yard, but hey, I am 15. That, for those counting at home, is roughly 105 in dog years. I sure hope I don't look that old!

I have now been dubbed Ivy, the poopy dog. Ughhh!

My world is calmer

I have gotten both those intruder schnauzers out of my house. Riley is over 2 years old now and doesn't bother me when I am at my dad's. I hate to admit that he's turned into a pretty decent dog. Sometimes he knocks me down when he runs past me, though. I don't know why he is in such a hurry, but I have decided that maybe it is better to run places real fast-like with a grin on my face. That way everyone wonders what I am up to. Mom#2 shaved my hair and I feel much better. Every day is now a good hair day.

Everyone seems happy that I am spending more time out of the closet where Lexi has her kennel. Lexi certainly seems happier about it too. And this way I get a a table treat when the people are eating. I have been going for walks with my dad since the weather got a little cooler and I really like that.

Chill.

Ivy

Doggone and coming back

The schnauzers left right after the first of the year. I am much happier. I even come out from hiding now when Riley is around. But not for long. He is annoying.

NO! I just heard the schnauzers are coming back to stay and one is going to live with us. Heaven help me. I am going to hide in the closet again. It is peaceful back there, even if it is right next to Lexi's crate. She doesn't bother me.

Ivy the Introvert

More dogs at my house

Hi. There are two more loud schnauzers living at my every other week house, where my dad lives. I hate it. I am in hiding. Did I mention they are loud?

Ivy

Things are good

In my previous and only entry, I said I would let everyone know how things worked out having two homes. I have had to think about this a while, then, not being particularly fond of people or dogs (no, I am not mean, just an introvert)I didn't see any need to hurry a response. But I am ready to talk now.

So, you ask, how have things worked out?

Good.

Bye,

Ivy :]

Victim or Benefactor

This is my first time writing in a diary. I want everyone to know that I went through a separation and divorce a few years ago. My mom and dad both still love me, and now I spend one week at my original home with my mom and one week at my new home with my dad and his wife. I am not sure how I feel about this.

On the one paw, I don't like riding in the car. I am 12, and it is hard to get in and out of it. I like staying put in one place, with my paws firmly on the ground. (Although I sometimes like them up on the couch or the bed, too.)

On the other paw, I like my new step-mom. I jump up on her to tell her that I like her. The only other person I jump up on is my dad, cause I love him so much. She seems to understand me, too. I cuddle with her, even though I don't usually like cuddling. And just about the time I am settled in my new home I have to go back to my first home. It gets a little confusing sometimes. But it is important I see both my mom and my dad, and now my step-mom, too.

I will keep you updated on how this all works out.

Ivy, the Enforcer of All Rules