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Pupdates

Don’t worry, we’re all still alive. Life has just been busy and after work I’m rarely at my computer because I spend the whole day in front of a computer. Still, that’s no excuse. I am in front of a computer all day so theoretically I should be able to carve out ten or fifteen minutes to write.

Theoretically…

So first pupdate. BF and I got married last month. It was a tiny ceremony with my parents, his mom, his sister, and his niece. It wasn’t fancy or anything, but that’s how I liked it. Short, sweet, simple, and to the point. I guess I can’t refer to him as BF anymore. I guess it is Sy from now on.

Haley has a tumor on her tail and looks a mess because she’s been scratching so much. I try to give her allergy medicine every day, but it doesn’t help that she goes outside, gets grass pollen on her paws, then comes inside and scratches. It pains me to see her miserable.

I’m going to give her a bath and send her to stay with my mom for a couple weeks so she can got see the vet that she’s seen all her life. We’ll see what he says. After all she is 10 years old.

The only problem with her leaving is it messes up the dynamics between the dogs. With Haley there, the other dogs know their places, but when she’s gone the female dogs start jostling for her position. Usually Clara won out and would boss all the other dogs around. That was before Eevee came. Eevee is a spoiled bully.

Sy and I are the reason she’s spoiled. She spent several months with us until she was big enough to hold her own, but we don’t know where the bullying came from…Let’s just blame it on Buddy because he is a jerk and tormented Eevee when she was young. I digress.

Haley’s absence will cause problems and it’s possible that the girls are going to fight it out to see who takes Haley’s spot. Then I could be surprised. Everything will fall into place and all the dogs will start deferring to Molly (the second oldest) or Clara (the third oldest).

Several times a week the dogs like to “sing” in the middle of the night. It starts off with one dog barking and then several of the others join in barking and howling. They do this for about thirty seconds to a minute then all of them stop at the same time. I don’t know how they manage to pull off the synchronized grand stop, but they do and I’m impressed…more during the day than at two in the morning.

I would love to write more because I love writing about my dogs, but I’ve got to work. The email that I’ve been expecting finally came in and I need to hunt down some documents that they want.

Until next time…drive your older siblings crazy with your need for attention.


Moving On

People close to me ask me about this Black Lives Matter (BLM) riots that are going on. I think all of these riots are stupid and don’t prove anything. If Black Lives Matter then why are they harming other people. I mean shouldn’t the lives of the people they harm matter too?

Working for a newspaper is a double edged sword. I get to hear the news before it is made public, but also I get to hear the nitty-gritty; the things that people don’t hear. All of this makes me sad. So I’ll think about something else.

When BF and I are about to walk out the door, the girls decide to start barking at each other. It starts with intense stares, glaring almost. Next one of the girls insults one of her sisters. Then all of them (actually Clara, Luna, Eevee, and Sahara) start barking at each other, hurling bad names and your mama comments at each other like a game of verbal volleyball. Their intention: to delay us from leaving in the morning. They hope that one of us will come back there and fuss at them, or at the very least call out to them. I try to ignore them, but from time to time I tell them to knock it off. We walk out the door and as soon as that front door is closed they stop. Crazy dogs.

My mom’s Yorkie got put to sleep about a month ago. A spider bit her and it turned necrotic overnight. There was nothing they could do for her and the kindest thing was to put her down.

Going home is weird without her. She was a tiny tyrant, but she was family and I’ll miss her. Not as much as my mom. She realized that Midget’s live was intertwined in her life and the lives of Ebony and Nikki. For several days, the three of them were lost without her. Ebony and Nikki have slowly moved on, but my mom is still heartbroken. Perhaps one day I’ll get her another third dog (or drop Luna off at her house and run), but not right now.

The disadvantage to having seven dogs is that looking for a house is difficult. BF and I are trying to move closer to my mom and we’ve seen a few nice houses (and even more not so nice), but the question on our mind is always, “is the backyard big enough for seven dogs.” The dogs are used to a huge backyard and not just any backyard will do.

Another problem is us moving depends on several factors happening in succession or, preferably, simultaneously. I need to find out if I got this job, then I need to find a house and finally I need to sell the house. Unfortunately it seems like things are going out of order. More people are inquiring about the house (four or five within the past month) and I have yet to hear back from the school (where I might work) or found a suitable place to move. I know it will all work out in the end, but the suspense is killing me. I want to know where this story is going. Can I flip forward a few chapters and see how things turn out. I need spoilers!

Well that’s what’s going on in my life. It’s a shame that it can be summed up in just a few paragraphs. Until next time, when you says “your mama [insert insult here]” to your puppy sibling, you might be talking about your mama too. Just saying.


Happy Puppies and the End of Another Year

 

I suppose many people are doing the end of the year reflection. This wasn’t a bad year, in fact it was great. I added Eevee and Sahara to the family and everyone is getting along so well.

I remember when we got Scarlet as a companion for Buddy and that didn’t end well. Then, on a whim, we got Eevee and now she and Buddy are good friends. Who would have thought that when I got a dog for myself she would end up being friends with Buddy as well.

So what does my 2020 look like? I’m hoping it comes with a new job in a new house in a new city. Well old city. I’m moving back to Sulphur. Homesickness set in and I’m raring to move back.

We’re looking for a house with a large yard and either neighbors who don’t mind dogs or a house in a neighborhood that has a lot of dogs. Sulphur has a decent pupulation (not a typo) so I think my pups will fit in and maybe make some doggy friends.

I don’t really have much else to say. I was just popping in one last time before the new year. I hope you enjoyed the pictures of Eevee and Sahara.

Until next time…happy new year!


Full (Dog) House

Sorry I haven’t written much. I recently changed positions at work which means that I have less time to write blog posts, but here is one.

If someone told me a few years ago that I’d share my home with seven dogs, I would believe them. Dogs have always been in my life and I suspect they will always be in my life.

My dogs are what get me up in the morning even on days I’m depressed, especially on days I’m depressed. Fortunately since my medicine got adjusted, I’ve had fewer depressed and manic episodes.

Unfortunately, this medicine adjustment has restored me to my actual personality: feeling nothing and everything at once.

But I digress…

This week Buddy, Sahara, and I finally had a breakthrough and it all started with a hole in the fence. Buddy, Luna, and possibly Eevee found/dug a hole under the fence into the neighbor’s yard. Mind you, I have a privacy fence and the neighbors have a regular fence that has a four to five foot high hole in it. There’s about a six inch gap between these fences.

So the three of them were getting into the neighbor’s yard. On Sunday, while bf, a friend of mine, and I were tearing down a shed to get to the hole, Buddy slipped through. Around that time the neighbor’s dog was let into the backyard. I watched and held my breath as Buddy approached the other dog. I expected a fight, but it never happened. Buddy hip-checked the other dog, causing it to yowl in annoyance, and then trotted away probably laughing to himself. That was when I realized that Buddy isn’t dog aggressive. Buddy is just a jerk and has a twisted sense of humor. What a relief.

The shed got torn down and the fence got fixed.

On Monday, at my Mother’s insistence, I took Sahara outside while leaving Buddy loose (normally I tie him out). Buddy was curious about her at first, but never did his hip-check thing. Instead he went to the back fence and tried to figure out how to get on the other side of the fence. Another relief. Though they aren’t ready to play with each other, they don’t mind being in the same vicinity of each other. A peaceful household once again.

Yesterday, I watched the dogs roam around the backyard and I counted and recounted them. There were seven dogs, but it didn’t look like it. Even with seven dogs, my backyard is big enough for even more dogs to enjoy it. Not that I’m going to get another dog…yet. Part of me wants another hound…a Basset or another Beagle would be fun. Another part of me wants a larger dog a Great Pyrenees, a St. Bernard, or a German Shepherd. However, I would only get a large dog if something should happen to Buddy and Buddy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Sahara’s baying used to get on my nerves, but now I’ve gotten used to it. It’s an acquired sound. I watched videos and read books about the sound, but nothing prepared me for how a Beagle actually sounded. It’s still annoying when I’m trying to talk on the phone, but that’s life with a hound.

Nothing else exciting is going on at the house. The Shih Tzus are doing well. Molly has gone into a stubborn phase and requires being carried inside rather than her actually walking. Haley’s allergies are acting up, but other than that she’s still as bratty and demanding as always. Clara is still cute and tries to use it to get out of doing what she doesn’t want to do.

All in all, life is pretty good right now. BF and I got raises which means the dogs can live an even more comfortable life than they already are living. They’ve trained us right.

Until next time, show your siblings and strangers that you mean them no harm by giving them a friendly hip check (then run away laughing as they yowl about the injustice of it all).


Origins: Sahara

Last one, I promise. Well she has to be the last one, BF put his foot down and said no more dogs. He thinks seven is enough. I agree, at least I think seven is enough considering the house we live in. If we lived in the country…I probably will only have seven.

So who is “last one, I promise?” Her name is Sahara (formerly Sugar) and she’s a red and white Beagle just shy of two years old. I didn’t pay a cent for her and she was already fixed, up to date on her shots, on heartworm medication, etc. Everything a person could look for in a family pet. Did I mention she was free?

I was lurking on Craigslist (yes I know…) Pets and had been searching for a Beagle for a couple months. It was a passive searching. Only once did I call to see what the “rehoming fee” was ($300 without shots). I’d come to the conclusion that it wasn’t meant to be.

Bored one day at work, I checked CL again. Much to my surprise there was a listing for a free Beagle. I read the description and I thought that there was no way the dog was still available. She was. I agreed to adopt her and brought her home that night.

She got carsick and vomited on my backseat as we were pulling into the driveway. Not to worry. I had bought a seat cover for my backseat specifically for my pups that get carsick (Luna, Eevee, and now Sahara). All I did was scoop out the vomit and wiped it down with some baby wipes.

The first couple days Sahara was fairly mild. She liked to relax on the couch, play with toys, and sniff around. Then she got comfortable in the house and her wild side emerged. She jumps on the couch with gusto. She isn’t content to relax, but has to be petted all the time. If she’s not being petted, she has to get into something. I’ve taken so many things from her in the course of five minutes: plastic bags, spools of ribbon, spools of thread, socks, rags, and anything else she can get her mouth on. She is no respecter of objects.

She doesn’t mind the other dogs. She likes to bark at Buddy when he barks at her. She enjoys playing with Eevee who has a compatible energy level. The other girls are indifferent toward her and she is toward them.

I’m working on getting Buddy to accept her. I’m bribing him to like her. Whenever she’s around I give both of them lots of treats and praise. I’m hoping that Buddy will accept her by this time next month. If all goes well, sooner.

I feel like I’m not making any sense in this entry. It’s probably because there is activity all around me. I don’t know. Anyway, that’s it for right now. Until next time, keep your pack members close and make sure new pack members come with a bribe.

Oh, and here is a picture of Sahara. It’s from the ad that I responded to. Enjoy!

Sugar 1


Pet Dogs, Feral Dogs, and Just Being

Have you ever seen a dog (or cat or any other animal) that you know would be perfect for your home, but due to whatever circumstance you are unable to adopt it? I feel like that right now. There is a Beagle rescue in Norman that has a dog named Donner. He is described as “almost feral.” He prefers to hang out with dogs rather than people. He will never be a lap dog.

When I read that I thought he’d be perfect for my little family. I know, two humans and six dogs isn’t what a person would classify as a “little” family. Anyway, I digress. At my house, my dogs are allowed to be dogs. They come in when they want to come in and go out when they want to go out. We are a loose pack, coming together when we feel like it, but otherwise tending to our own business. Donner would fit right in with our low stress (except meal time) life. At my house we just are and have learned to to “be.” As long as they exhibit basic obedience I’m good with them just being dogs. I think Donner would like that.

What’s preventing me from adopting him? First, six dogs disqualifies me. No adoption agency is going to visit my house, see six dogs and allow me to adopt a dog. Two, Buddy isn’t fond of new dogs. Properly introduced though and I think Buddy and Donner would get along. It might take a few months though. Three, not all my dogs are up-to-date on their vaccinations. Of course that’s an easy fix. Okay, so there is only one strike against me. Everything else can be fixed.

So what is stopping me? The question if I can handle seven dogs. It’s not that hard to have six dogs (except at mealtime), what difference would a seventh dog make? Perhaps it is because Donner is an adult and I’m afraid he would get into a fight with Buddy. Perhaps it is because people will dub me insane if they find out I have seven dogs. Perhaps I’m afraid my neighbors will turn me in because of all my dogs. If not all of that, I just know that bringing in a seventh dog would be a bad idea.

I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. I want a Beagle, but I probably won’t try for Donner. Then again, maybe I could get my house set up, get a kennel license (so I can house multiple dogs), and then I can try for Donner in the fall providing he hasn’t found a home yet. If Donner isn’t available at least the house will be ready for any additional dog.

You think I’m crazy, don’t you? I think I’m crazy, but paradise for me is being with dogs. I can’t say I’m the happiest when I’m with my dogs, but it’s pretty close. Being with dogs helps me forget, even for a few minutes, about my mental illnesses.

Yep, I’m crazy, but I don’t mind.

Until next time, take a moment to just be…


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.


Missed My Dogs

These past two weeks have been rough. I was filling in for one of my co-workers who went on vacation. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that some days–due to computer problems or people problems–I wasn’t getting home until midnight. My comment about “the newspaper never sleeps” was accurate these past couple weeks.

The result of this was I didn’t get to see my dogs very often. They get put to bed between nine and nine-thirty and with me coming in after that, I only got to Eevee (she sleeps in the living room in her crate). There were sometimes that I felt that I didn’t even know what they looked like anymore. It was a terrible feeling.

As for the dogs, they were cool with BF taking care of them. They like him and seemed to like him more after he was the only one to take care of them. Eevee even seems to love him more.

Fortunately, I hope all of that will change. Today my co-worker came back from vacation which means I get off at 5. I now will get home at a decent time and be able to take care of my precious puppers. I can’t wait!

It’s kind of sad to sum up my past two weeks in four paragraphs. I haven’t had time to write and my brain is so fried that I’m good to be writing this much.

Anyway, I just wanted to check in so you wouldn’t think I’ve fallen off the face of the world.

Until next time, make sure your humans remember what you look like…


Picture Entry: Eevee

I don’t really have much to write about. Life has been busy and will be busy over the next few weeks. June please come quickly!

So sit back and relax and enjoy some pictures of Eevee (sorry if some are blurry, it is difficult to take pictures of an active puppy). Until next time, enjoy basking in the sun while you still can…


The Makings of a Good Dog

What defines a good dog? Similarly what defines a bad dog? Is it all about perception from the owner? From others? I’ve been binge watching episodes and clips from It’s Me or the Dog and several of those dogs are “bad” dogs. But are they really bad dogs or products of their environment. Usually that’s the case. They’ve been (unknown to the owners/pet parents) conditioned to act a certain way.

Dog training is more about the training the human than training the dog. How to be a “pack leader” as some might say. Or, in my eyes, how to be a pet parent. Some people say that dogs are dogs and they are not children. I say that dogs (or cats, or other animals) and children are more similar than many think

That reminds me of a time I was talking to my friend who was a mom to a toddler. She would say something about raising her daughter and I would tell her that I experienced the same thing with Haley (she was a year and a half at that time). We talked about having to take things out of mouths, potty training, talking back (yes, Haley did and still does like to have the last word, Eevee is showing those signs as well), and in general just being a mommy. We discovered that being human parents and pet parents aren’t that dissimilar.

I don’t know if I would call any dog “bad” per se. Many people would probably disagree. I believe that dogs are a product of their environment and their genetics. I also believe that dogs become what their humans (knowingly or unknowingly) want them to become: a friend, a protector, something to alienate other people, a device to get dates, a fighter, a coward…well you get the drill. Perhaps I’m wrong. Perhaps there truly are bad dogs that no matter how well they’re treated they will always be bad dogs.

What makes a good dog? What are their traits? Does it depend on person to person? What do you think makes up a good dog?

For me a good dog is: a dog that listens but is not autonomous, a dog that knows how to dog, a dog that I can walk with without dragging me, similarly a dog that I can run with whether or not they’re dragging me, a dog that I can relax on the couch with, a dog that will kiss my tears away, a dog that will argue with me, a dog that makes me laugh, a dog that makes me feel like I’m not an ice queen (I’ve been called things like that and have called myself that), a dog that makes other people smile and brighten up their day a little. Wow I have a long list of things. I guess that’s less of what I want in a good dog and more of what kinds of dogs I have. Unless they’re annoying me (something they are prone to intentionally do), I love my dogs and I feel like I have a pack of good dogs. I might be biased.

They could use some work, but ultimately I love them no matter what. Except when Buddy slimes me…that is something I could do without.

Until next time…who’s a good dog? You’re a good dog!