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Everyone’s Dog is…

younger, better trained, better groomed, has better breath/teeth/color, smarter, etc than my dogs. Or that’s how it seems sometimes. I look at my dogs and think if only I did [insert task here] my dogs, then I will be the perfect dog owner. Or I do so and so my dogs will be happy. As I write this, I feel like I’ve discussed this on one or more occasions.

Truth be known, my dogs’ quirks (minus the health related things) don’t bother me. However, I’m concerned that my dogs’ behavior will reflect on my parenting style. After all, as much as I hate to admit it, I judge people based on their dog’s behavior. I don’t mean to, but I do. Dogs that are like little soldiers, listening to their owner’s every command belong to owners who have put the time to train their dog. Flippant dogs means their owners haven’t been training them. I realize that some behavior is due to the owners, but there are also behaviors that depend on the breed or personality of the dog. Some breeds/dogs are easier to train than others. Anyone who had owned dogs knows that.

Maybe owners are a reflection of their dogs rather than the other way around…

Then again, if that were the case I’d be aloof, sometimes hyper-active, stubborn, only like a certain amount of affection. Oh wait, I am like that. So am I reflection of my dogs or are my dogs a reflection of me? I think both are the correct. Every successful relationship involves adaptation on both sides. I exhibit a certain behavior and the dogs adapt accordingly and vice versa. It’s a full circle.

In conclusion (like I’m writing a paper for school) I should stop comparing my dogs to others’ dogs. At the end of the day, I don’t have to live with their dogs (thank goodness!). I only have to live with mine, and if I’m okay with how they act, then that’s all that matters…right?

Until next time, that dog in the mirror is real, even though it isn’t behind the mirror, it is real. I just know it!

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4 a.m. Less-capade

It’s not uncommon for one of my girls–never Buddy–to wake up in the wee hours of the morning and bark to inform me that they have to go outside. That early morning–a couple weeks ago–was no different. Luna’s barks invaded my dreams and woke me up. I groped for my phone and checked the time. It was a little after four.

Stupid dog.

I laid there hoping that she just heard something outside–perhaps another dog–and she was barking at the dog and would settle down soon. No dice. I sighed and drug myself out of bed.

In the back, Luna barked. I turned on the light and bleary eyes looked back at me, except Luna barked at Clara.

“Do you have to go outside?” I asked.

She didn’t give me the customary tail wag-butt waggle dance.

Clara jumped off the crate–a favorite spot for the girls to perch–and Luna jumped up.

I went to the backdoor and opened it to let Luna out. She refused. I closed it realizing that Luna had been barking at Clara because she wanted Clara’s spot. Mind you, there are two crates that the dogs can perch on.

Really Luna? I got out of bed to resolve a sleeping arrangement issue? Oh well. It wasn’t the first time I had to resolve similar situations. It’s just a part of pet parenthood, right?

I went back to bed, snuggling under my blanket and closed my eyes. A few seconds later my eyes popped open.

I had to pee.

Until next time, make sure your siblings know exactly where their sleeping spot or you’ll tell mom.


Yesterday…My Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 32 years old. It was a fun day of laughter, eating, shopping, and in general hanging with my family and my boyfriend. That’s right, I have a boyfriend. I finally freed myself of my ex-husband and I’m starting a new life.

Concerning my health, I finally got the answers I was seeking for, though it wasn’t the answers that I anticipated. I found out that all of my panic/anxiety attacks, collapsing, confusion, and many other symptoms stemmed from Bipolar Disorder. I had a feeling that I was bipolar, but I was never sure and said that “I suffer from Depression and I have diagnosed bipolar.” Well now it’s diagnosed.

So now what? Well I just continue my life and keep myself on a routine and all should go well. I know that I’ll have the occasional relapse, but that’s to be expected.

You’re probably wondering about the dogs. They’re all great. Haley is having some problems with her allergies, but that happens every summer. I just make sure I give her some allergy medicine every day or so. Other than that, she’s still the demanding brat that she’s always been.

Molly, Clara, and Luna are the same: bratty, playful, wild and loving.  They can’t get enough attention, especially Molly. She craves attention, begs for it, seeks it out. Typical Molly, but that’s okay.

Buddy is his usual self, easy-going and sometimes aloof. He loves being outside and hates to come in, even though it is sometimes in the upper nineties. Most of the time I leave him outside, but sometimes, if it is really hot, I make him come in the house. He grumbles some, but overall he obeys.

There’s a new addition to the family. Her name is Scarlette. She’s a Blue Heeler mix. The mix is probably American Pit Bull Terrier. When she smiles, she looks like a happy Pit Bull. Whatever she is, I love her even though she is crazy and gets jealous if I’m paying attention to her brother or sisters.

Sometime over the next couple years I’m going to get a Pomeranian or a pair of them. I know, what am I supposed to do with seven or eight dogs. I haven’t decided, but by then I’ll have it all figured out. Or at least I hope. I just need to save up the money and with no job, it might take a while. I guess I’ll have to start making crafts and selling them.

Anyway, that’s the Reader’s Digest version of what’s been going on for the past eight months. As always, I’m going to try to write more often, but we’ll see how that turns out.

Well, I’m off to go do…something…I don’t know what.

Just remember, make sure your human gives you as much attention as you demand, and attention only stops when you make the decision.


Yappy Hour

Last Thursday wasn’t a good day for me, so after school I fed the dogs and crashed. My alarm went off announcing Yappy Hour, an event that I had programed into my phone earlier last week. I didn’t want to go. I was tired, cranky, and didn’t want to face a bunch of people. Still, I told myself that it might be fun, but if it wasn’t I could always leave and not bother going back to it the last two Thursdays of this month.

So, I dragged myself out of bed, put on “going out” clothes, grabbed Haley, and we drove across town to the dog park. On the way there, I told Haley that I wasn’t sure what the event would be like and that if she didn’t like being there, all she had to do was bark. She looked at me as if she knew what I was saying.

We arrived at the dog park and the event was smaller than I anticipated. I expected something huge, but it was a nice, personable event. The dogs were polite and playing together. It wouldn’t hurt to stay a few minutes.

We arrived at the same time as a couple German Shepherds. A dog barked at the gate. I tried to get Haley to go inside without letting the dog out. Being a princess, Haley feels that the gate or door has to be wide open before she can pass over the threshold. I pushed her through the small gap and tried to squeeze through, but the dog got out. The owner came and retrieved the dog and I walked away with Haley.

Most of the dogs there were big, but there were a handful of small dogs. Haley isn’t prone to interact with other dogs and sniffed around the tables because she knew that there was food on them.

After getting a dog biscuit and polishing it off, she went in search of another place with treats. Then she disappeared behind another table. I thought she was underneath the table, but when I searched for her, I found that she had made herself comfortable in a lady’s chair. The lady was one of the dog trainers and Haley used her charming skills to get several treats from her, even convincing her that the treats needed to be broken up into smaller pieces and hand fed. I just shook my head.

My neighbor’s mom’s dog was there. His name is Tito and he’s a four month old Shih Tzu-Chihuahua and a bundle of energy, never sitting still long enough for a pet. Despite being the same age as the Golden Retriever puppy, Tito quickly became the darling of the dog park, probably because he was so tiny and lightning fast.

There were drawings for prizes and even a trick contest. I thought about entering Haley into the contest, but I felt that her shake and speak were basic tricks. In hindsight, I think Haley would have done just fine. Several of the dogs were distracted and didn’t perform as well as they normally did when they were at home.

The contest winner was the most adorable black and white Pomeranian named Flower. I wasn’t surprised. Her cuteness alone would have won the contest.

Shortly after the contest, it was time to go. An hour and a half had passed that quickly? So much for staying only a couple minutes and leaving.

As we left, I called my mom and told her about how Haley had taken over the lady’s chair and somehow convinced her to dote on Haley. We agreed that it’s typical Haley behavior.

I plan on going back again this Thursday. This time I’m going to take Clara and Molly. I thought about taking all three Shih Tzus, but I decided that I didn’t want to try to keep an eye on three dogs. I just need to bathe them and give them haircuts, or at the very least trim the hair back from their eyes.

I hope this week will be just as much fun as last week. Or at least as relaxing as it was. I’ll keep you posted.

Until next time, drag your human to the next doggy event. It will be good for them.


Birthday Haul

So, I’m doing a rare non-dog post. Today was my birthday and I had a lot of fun! My mom came into town and we spent the day shopping. We went to Goodwill, Hobby Lobby, Wal-Mart, and Dollar Tree. I got a lot of scrapbooking supplies, as well as a few other trinkets. I’m super tired, but I wanted to post today so I decided to post the pictures of my birthday haul. Enjoy!

The only things I didn’t buy were the stamp pads. My mother gave me those.

Until next time, enjoy the moments that you get to spend with your family and friends.


Boring Update

I don’t have much to say, but I knew it was time to write. I’ve been out of it, probably due to being unwell and a touch of depression. However, the biggest problem is I’ve been battling fleas. I’ve been fortunate enough that my infestation hasn’t been as bad as others’ (a neighbor told me that her grandchildren can’t even go in the backyard due to all of the fleas), but it’s annoying.

Good news, I’m on the verge of getting rid of the little vampires from my home once and for all. My intention this year is to keep up with flea treatment even after the fleas are gone, even on into the winter. Make them see that my home is not to be messed with.

Then there’s the mice. Outside of parasites like fleas and tick, I rarely declare war on another living creature, let alone another mammal. I’ve declared war on the mice. They are kind enough not to chew on any wires (knock on wood), but they have been known to make their home in inappropriate places–the shelf that my computer speakers are on and the paper tray of my printer. They climb up my stove and poop on my counters. After evading the live trap that I set out, I realized that the only way to get rid of these nuisances is to kill them. I hate killing mice, but they have driven me to this extreme.

As for the dogs, they’re wonderful. I recently moved Buddy’s crate to the utility room so he can stay in the same room as his sisters and that was the best thing I have ever done for Buddy. Prior to the move, he would wake up early in the morning crying because he was lonely. Now, he and the girls sleep in and I’m the one that has to drag them out of bed rather than the other way around. I’ve also noticed that the girls seem to enjoy him more now.

There’s a wonderful peace that has settled on my little mixed species family. Everything goes smoothly now. I can’t complain. I wouldn’t say my life is perfect in society’s sense, but as far as I’m concerned, my life is fairly perfect right.

Now if only I can rid myself of the fleas and mice…

So, that’s what I’ve been up to. What has everyone else been doing? Hope all is going well with you and yours.

Until next time, knock on some wood for me…


Happy Gotcha (Adoption) Day, Buddy

One year ago today, I brought Buddy (then Ferguson) home. He has since become the sweetheart of the family and the neighborhood. I’ve regretted some decisions in my life, but I have to say that Buddy is not one of them.

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It was my intention to take him to PetSmart and get him a new toy or something, but that never happened. Perhaps next week after he’s had a bath…

Until next time, don’t forget to celebrate the day that your human came into your life.

Note: I got the term “Gotcha Day” from the Disney series Jessie. That’s what they called the day they adopted each of their children.