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Growing Up

First off, I know that I recently got a puppy, but I want a Beagle puppy. I really need to curb my ticking puppy biological clock.

That’s not the intention of this entry, it was just a statement.

I wanted to write about Eevee. She is now 7 months and 3 feet from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. Forget Border Collie/Shih Tzu mix, try Dachshund mix.

Eevee is still stubborn and likes to follow her nose to trouble. She has to be leashed when she is in the front yard now. I used to be able to take her out front without the leash, but she’s become more independent.

She’s starting to look more adult now and I hope she’s done growing. She’ll be getting fixed soon. Unfortunately she hasn’t grown out of her car sickness so taking her to the vet will be an ordeal.

BF and I are starting to see little changes in Eevee though. Once where she wouldn’t settle down on the couch, she now jumps up (I need to get her some pet stairs) and lays down. She likes being cuddled more which makes watching TV a lot easier.

She enjoys spending time with the adult dogs. She and Buddy are good friends and she tries to mimic Luna. Haley ignores her. Molly finds her annoying. Clara can barely stand her. Or so I thought. A couple nights ago I saw Eevee and Clara napping next to each other. I guess it is a love-hate relationship.

She doesn’t like sleeping in the living room by herself. She cries because she’s not with the other dogs. I think I’m going to do some dog rotating soon. I’ll let Haley sleep in the living room so she doesn’t have to be around the younger dogs, and I’ll move Eevee to the utility room with her siblings. Yeah, I could let Haley stay back there, but there is limited space for their crates unless I take down the giant crate and replace it with three smaller ones. I’ll think about it. Honestly, I think Haley would love to have a place to call her own again.

It makes me sad to see my dogs growing up and getting older. Haley is nine this year and I’m petrified that she won’t live much longer. I’m afraid that her allergies will get the best of her one day. Perhaps that’s why I have a bunch of younger dogs, to keep me from completely losing it when I lose Haley. She’s my baby and one of the best dogs I’ve ever had (my late Pomeranian being the best).

When it comes to doggy goals, I only want one thing. I want to be able to sit on the couch with BF and all the dogs. No one is restless, bouncing around trying to play (Luna and Eevee). Everyone is calm, perhaps sleeping. I only need it to have it happen once and then I’d be happy. Too bad there won’t be picture proof of it. Looks like I’m going to have to train the dogs to do that and then hire a photographer. So much for this being easy.

Well, I should probably get back to work. Until next time remember that humans make the best beds.


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.


Gangs of Dog Lovers

After mentioning that I had Shih Tzu, a classmate said that she didn’t like Shih Tzu as they were too yappy (or something like that). My Shih Tzu are anything, but yappy…that is unless they want something and then they make this annoying sound that is difficult to ignore especially since they can keep this up for at least an hour. I told her that my little dogs weren’t evil, but then she confessed that she simply didn’t like small dogs (with the exception of Jack Russell Terriers and Rat Terriers (she had a mix between these two).

This conversation made me realize that there are approximately four main gangs/classes of dog owners/lovers and it seems like rivalry between the different gangs of dog owners is almost as fierce as the rivalry between dog owners/lovers and cat owners/lovers.

Gang 1: Big dogs only. Nothing smaller than 50 pounds…if that small.

Gang 2: Big dogs, but smaller “non-yappy” dogs such as Jack Russell Terriers and the like are allowed. This gang is possibly a splinter group of Gang 1.

Gang 3: Small dogs only. Nothing larger than a Cocker Spaniel is allowed, but most of these owners/lovers specialize in toy dogs.

Gang 4: All dogs. The members of this gang often have to explain their love for small dogs to Gangs 1 & 2 and their love for large dogs to Gang 3. I used to belong to Gang 3 until I got Buddy. Now I’m happy with my membership in Gang 4.

I’m sure there are other, more specialized gangs, but I don’t know whether to consider them splinter gangs or give them full gang status. What do you think? What gang do you belong to?