Miniature Schnauzer
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Age: 8 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog

November 25th 2008

Playing with other dogs, being cuddled and stroked (esp. belly rubs)

Being prevented from chasing furry things, being prevented from meeting with new people and dogs

Favorite Toy:
Furry, plush, squeeky bone

Best Tricks:
Looking cute and adorable at all times

Arrival Story:
She was turned over to Baltmore County Animal Control after being turned over to or found by Dundalk Police Station staff on 5/17/2009. Met her on her 3rd day in the dog pound, put in adoption papers the same day. On Friday, May 22, 2o09, we brought her home.

Forums Motto:
Because one bellyrub is never enough

I've Been On Dogster Since:
June 9th 2009 More than 7 years!

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Millie: Memoirs of a Compulsive Cuddler

Getting Back to Normalcy

June 22nd 2009 12:32 pm
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We've had a rocky few days back at the house, and are trying to get back into the swing of things.

I'm feeling great, the red line thingie on my belly is almost totally closed and disappearing fast, and I'm ready to romp!

Of course, since Dad was home, I didn't spend as much time in my little bed area as I normally do (he calls it my "crate"). So - I didn't really feel like going back inside again when he had to go out.

Don't get me wrong, now! I don't mind wandering in every now and again, sleeping there, and maybe grabbing my toys out of there and then dropping them one by one in the living room to play there...but, gosh, it's not nearly as much fun in there are out here. I mean...when I'm there, I mostly sleep!

When I was going in every morning like clockwork, that was kinda of different. But now that I've been doing something different for a few days, I'm kinda having mixed feelings going back into my old routine.

I do know that Dad really wants me to feel comfortable staying back in my bed place again when he's at away at work. He says that if I'm not there, I get stressed out and worried if he's not in there during the day and gone for a while.

I don't know what he means.

I mean...sure, I steal his slippers and socks and anything that smells like Dad, and drag it out to the living room, and jump on his bed and try to sleep there (did I mentioned it smells like him there, too!) - oh! and I get really, really, really excited when he comes home (and, I'm not sure, but I think whine and scratch at the door a little after he's gone) - but why is that a big thing?

In fact, last time he was gone, I had *so* much fun! I got into the little basket where the little nose-thingie papers are and tore them all to pieces! It was so pretty! Pretty shreds everywhere! I love redecorating!

You should have seen what I did with the other paper thingies on that roller thingie! You know, the one near the special doggie water fountain with the lid? Yeah, that one! I grabbed the end and pulled and pulled. It was like a big white streamer all over!

Now doesn't all that sound better than calming down and sleeping peacefully during the day, like when I'm in my bed place?

Dad is *so* old-fashioned!

Anyhow - we've been having a few stand-off's the past few days.

I think he needs to go somewhere, but I'm pretty sure I can wait him out. Last night, he missed a going out to a play trying to wait me out. I think he was kinda steamed. So, I was nice and let him groom me for a long while without fussing too much.

This morning, we did the same thing.

But, then, he wouldn't pay any attention to me, at least until I went into my bed place. Then he was all excited and happy. So, I played along this time. Dunno if I will again tomorrow. We'll see.

Oh...we've also been trying something new when we walk.

I used to bolt out in front of Dad and insist on leading. I mean, someone has to be in charge, right? I don't wanna be the pack leader, but...

Anyhow, the past few days, Dad has been kinda insisting that I stay by his side or a little behind him during the walks, and won't go forward if I'm not. That's OK most of the time, I suppose. So long as he lets me do some sniffing and all.

Sometimes I forget and still try to bolt ahead, but Dad either turns around and starts walking the other way, or he puts his paw out so I have to stop before I can really get to ahead. After a few times doing that, I usually figure it's not worth the fuss and play a long for a good while. Unless, I see something more exciting, that is...

For example, today I saw another doggie and I absolutely, positively, had to get over and play with that doggie. I didn't want any treats, or affection, and I wasn't about to pay attention or change direction. I can be very determined when I want my way, just so you know!

So - we had a bit of kerfuffle, when Dad tried to hustle me away. It was not pretty. I even nipped at Dad's leg cover when he tried to get me away. (Sorry, Dad).

Dad tried to stay calm and assertive, but I'm pretty sure he was not happy. But, what can I do? I'm just a puppy! I'm still learning and I don't know how not to get all crazy-excited when I see another dog, even across the street. I just *gotta* get over there! Or, at least pull at the thingie attached to my neck thingie, get up on my rear paws, and bark...bark...alot...

Sometimes, the other doggie's Dad even get nervous or gives my Dad dirty looks. (Again, sorry Dad).

Dad's talking about trying to find something called "growl classes" in the area, but no one seems to be offering any. He says we have to work on how I'm acting around other doggies. Honestly - I can't help it. I can't think straight then, you know?

Today, Dad even called up the trainer lady and told her to arrange private "obedience" classes, since he thinks I won't be able to handle a room filled with othe doggies.

Sorry, Dad. :-(


Can't Keep a Good Girl Down

June 19th 2009 2:22 pm
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Well...Dad went out to a wedding last night, but he got the neighbor boy to come over and so I could watch him.

I don't know what a dogsitter is, but I assume he wanted this boy over so I could keep an eye on him for Dad. So - I watched him for a few hours until Dad came home.

He was very amusing, and very obliging on the belly rubs.

We had some fun walks and then I sort of conked out a slept for a bit.

I was so excited when Dad came home!

Then, today was even better.

While Dad was walking me and talking about his heel or something (I think he wanted me to walk along side him, but that's *so* much less fun than chasing small furry things) , we ran into some neighborhood girls waiting for their carpool.

I *love* little humans! They're so funny! They can almost keep up with me when I'm excited!

So, I ran about and chased the little female humans for a good while, and they love every minute of it, although they confused me by running away from me a squeeling when I got close, and then coming up close to play again. Very confusing, these tiny humans. Very jumpy. And they laugh while being jumpy. Strange.

So - all in all - I had wonderful walk this morning.

Dad is still home, at least for today. I'm going to really miss him when he goe back to that office place he talks about.

After my running today, Dad was a bit worried before the weekend, so he took me back to the vet person, to have her look at my belly and make sure everything's still OK. She said I was healing beautifully.

I can't wait to start running about again! What's the fun in being a puppy if you can't run around and jump everywhere?!!


Spayed yet Sprightly

June 18th 2009 9:03 am
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Was in for a big surprise on Tuesday (6/16/2009).

Dad and I visited the vet, and I was all excited. So many new smells! I was nearly hopping up and down for an hour checking out the area nearby.

The people at Stevenson Village Vet Hospital were very nice. They even gave me a nice cat to play with. Well...not really, but, I mean, the office cats are there for me to watch, right?

Anyhow, soon they took me to the back and Dad left, letting me knoe everything was going to me alright, so I didn't worry too much. He left my favorite plush squeeky bone, and even my favorite slipper, too! (It smells just like him!)

I kind of got woozy after a bit, but when I woke up, Dad was there to take me home.

My belly bothers me a tiny bit, but overall, I feel great. After having a nice sleep the first night back home, I was ready to leap and wake up Dad, just like I do every morning.

He seemed a littel worried that I was leaping all over and happy. Dunno why. Oh, and he seemed a little bothered when I licked my belly. But I only do that very rarely, so Dad seems fine with it. (He always seems to catch me in the act! Rats!)

I'm a little mad at him that he won't let me go up and down all the stairs myself. Says I have to wait a few days and take it easy. Dunno why, though - I feel just fine.

Once a day, he gives me some tiny thingie to swallow. Dunno what it does, but he says it will help with any pain and swelling, whatever that is.

You know what?!!

Dad took a few days away from the office to stay home with me, and work from there. He says he wants to keep and eye on me, until I'm back on my feet fully.

Isn't that wonderful!

I love having him around!

I especially love to plop down and got to sleep on his feet while he's working on his laptop. It's so comfy and cozy being right by him.

I wish we could do this every day.

You think maybe if I asked him to visit that vet person again, he might stay home with me some more?

Dad's frowning at me a bit now. Dunno why.

Ah well...I guess I'll just have to snuggle his toes until he submits and gives me another nice rub down.

It's so easy being a Daddy's Girl.

He's totally wrapped around my paw. But don't tell him. Shhh! :-)

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