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Confession: I Almost Got the Neighbors’ Dog Killed

My neighbors have the cutest puppy. She is white with a couple black spots and a black patch over one of her eyes. It’s not uncommon for her to be outside without her owners. For the most part she stays on their property, but she likes to stalk and chase cats, bark at the neighbors and, her worst habit, chase cars.

I was cleaning rats’ cages and she started barking at me. I talked to her a little bit, telling her that if she was going to bark at me that she needs to do it to my face. I went inside and later she was in the front yard. I sat outside for a couple minutes trying to coax her into letting me pet her. She wouldn’t and some birds in the bush startled her and she went running home and up her back steps. I figured that she’d go back inside, so I went back inside.

Curious me, I went outside about five minutes later and she was still outside. Normally they’ve brought her in by now. I looked at the house and there seemed to be no movement. No one was around.

I got close to the street and talked to her, always keeping a lookout for cars so I could send her home. She walked toward me and looked at me and I at her. She was standing in the street. Two cars came down the street. One, a blue SUV turned onto our street. The guy went slow and would have driven past her if she didn’t decide it was a good time to chase his car. He managed to stop before she ran in front of his tire. Scared, she ran up on her step. Thinking that it was my dog, he waved to me. I waved back thinking, “that’s not my dog.” He drove off.

Feeling guilty that I almost got her killed, I went inside. All I wanted to do was pet her and I put her in danger. I know she isn’t my responsibility, but I feel responsible for her as long as she’s “in my care,” meaning if she and I are outside at the same time, then she is my responsibility unless an owner is outside with her. I’m not sure why I’m like this, but I’ve always been like this. As a teenager, I’d let stray animals follow me home and hope my mom would let me keep them. Never happened.

Sometimes I see myself as a Sims 4 character. My goal would definitely be to befriend x amount of dogs as that is my goal in real life. I want to pet all the dogs that I meet. Obsessed? Yes. I can’t be the only one, though.

I don’t know if this post made any sense. I’m currently fighting with a manic episode and my brain is racing all over the place. It’s not fun.

Anyway, until next time, stay healthy and pet all the dogs you can.


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…


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!


Poor Eevee

BF and I have come to the conclusion that there is no Shih Tzu in Eevee and she may not even be Border Collie (eventually I’ll post a picture of her). Due to her long body and sweet face, we think she has some Dachshund in her. There also might be a bit of Beagle. But who knows? I’m tempted to waste the money on a dog DNA test to see what the results are. I know they may or may not be accurate, but I’m just curious if she is indeed Shih Tzu or if she’s Dachshund as we believe.

That’s not what I came to write about. I came to write about how Eevee gets left out of things when it comes to the older dogs. The girls grudgingly tolerate her, but don’t want to be bothered with her puppy antics. They often get onto her. She needs to learn, but I feel so bad for her. Should I have bitten the bullet and gotten her another puppy to play with (seven dogs, I think not)? She does have fun with Buddy, but he can play rough. It would probably be in all our interest to teach Buddy how to play nicely.

Another option is finding someone with a similarly aged and size puppy for her to play with. That would require socializing with people. The would also require going in search of “friends” for Eevee. How does one go about doing that?

I do have to say that Eevee is the dog that I’ve wanted to have for awhile. Eevee will howl when I how. My other dogs don’t do that. They’ll howl with each other, but if I try to get them to howl, they look at me like I’m stupid. Not Eevee, she gets excited and howls with me. It’s so adorable!

Last week, a lady came by with a four month old large breed puppy (I don’t remember what breed she said he was, but he looked like a Great Pyrenees). He and Eevee played for a good thirty minutes while his mom and I talked about dogs, the neighborhood and the people in it. I enjoyed talking to her. Maybe she’ll walk Mongo again and they’ll come over to play.

Sorry this was a boring post. I’m so busy at work these days and by the end of the day I’m too brain-dead to think of a post to write. I enjoyed writing the Origins series because I already knew what to write. I’ve got to come up with another series or something…

Until next time, make some friends or annoy your older siblings one is just as good as the other…well maybe not for your siblings.


Origins: Eevee

Eevee was an “accident.” I know, how can a puppy be an accident? Well, here’s the story. I had been talking to my coworker about getting a puppy. I casually looked around, but I wasn’t looking for anything in a serious sense. I was planning on fostering a young dog, but that didn’t pan out. I decided that I’d stick to five dogs.

Then my coworker asked me about a puppy. Had I gotten a puppy or something like that. I said no and then immediately started looking for one. So, that’s why I said Eevee was an accident. She wasn’t planned. I blinked and she was there.

That’s the overview of the story. Here’s how it happened. I was browsing dog classifieds, specifically Shih Tzu or Shih Tzu mix dogs. I came across an ad of Shih Tzu Border Collie puppies. I clicked on it and was greeted with a black and white puppy that looked like a Border Collie with the silky Shih Tzu hair. I fell in love with that puppy and the next one. The third didn’t look like a Shih Tzu Border Collie mix, or even one or the other. He looked like he might be a Pit, with his sandy coat and beautiful, sandy eyes. The fourth looked much like the first two. Then there was the fifth one. It looked weird compared to its siblings. It had cherry eye, white paws and belly, a dark face, long ears, and a brindle back and legs. It was a funny looking puppy to say the least.

I contacted the people to see if they had a female left. We texted back and forth about price and the puppy pack. They also sent me a picture of the puppy. Guess what? It was of the funny looking puppy. I was already committed to getting a puppy and I didn’t want to back out. I sucked it up and decided to get the funny looking puppy.

It was a two hour trip to pick her up (in hindsight, I could have let them deliver her, but I didn’t). We waited in Dairy Queen, BF ate while I anxiously kept looking at my phone. I couldn’t sit still much longer and went outside to sit in the car. Dairy Queen closed around the time they arrived. It was cold outside and they pulled a tiny puppy out of the car. She had just had a bath so she was shivering (I later learned she has a thick coat that doesn’t like to dry). BF tucked her in his coat until we got her crate situated. We put her in the nice warm car, I filled out a contract, handed over the cash, got her vaccination records and headed home. We got back late, situated the puppy and the adult dogs, and went to bed.

She slept all night in her crate. She didn’t wake up until the next morning. I realized that they had done a lot of training before she came to my house. She was a good puppy. The best puppy in the world.

We named her Eevee after the Pokemon. We figured that since there is a Pokemon with my name–Seadra the Seahorse (although my name is spelled differently it’s pronounced the same)–that she should have a Pokemon name as well.

We took her to visit my mom and on the way there, I decided that she’d stay with my mom for a spell so Eevee could get her next round of puppy shots. She got carsick on the way to my mom’s house and when we got there she had to have an emergency bath. That was when I realized that her coat doesn’t dry easily. We spent the afternoon with my mom and left Eevee there.

My mom enjoyed her company, taking her to the vet and confirming that she had Cherry Eye, but it was cosmetic. I decided to have it removed and she stayed another week with my mom.

In that time she came into herself. She found her voice. She showed her stubborn side. She demonstrated that she was determined and when she had her mind made up, it was difficult to change it. If you didn’t want her to have it, then she wanted it even more.

When we picked her up, she had a cone on her head. I exchanged it for a soft cone and we took her home. The cone did little to stop her. She was in love with life and she felt no shame wearing the cone. She didn’t want to hold still for anything, let alone eye drops.

I kept her separate from the adult dogs most of the time, but I let her play with the girls after her cone came off. They didn’t mind her much, except Clara. Clara hated her (and still does). Buddy was curious about her, but she was too new and he got too excited, so they only saw each other with a gate between them.

I thought life would be difficult with a puppy and it was for a few days, but once I got into the swing of things, it wasn’t that hard to add another dog to my routine. She just melded into our life and it felt like she’d been with us forever.

I think of how I thought she was the weirdest puppy out of all of them; how I felt like she was the reject puppy. I’m glad I didn’t let all of that deter me from getting her. Now, I look back on the pictures of her siblings and I think she’d the cutest one out of the bunch. Biased, I know.

She’s now had her last round of puppy shots and her rabies shot. When she gets too annoying, she gets put in the room with the adult girls. Last week, Eevee and Buddy got to interact with each other without a gate between them. He was gentle with her and she didn’t seem to mind him much. I like to think that when she’d reached her adult size (somewhere between 15-20 pounds) that she and Buddy will be friends.

So that’s the story of Eevee and this is the last story in my origins series. I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Now I have to come up with something new to write. Maybe I can come up with another series. I haven’t thought that far ahead though.

Until next time, don’t take no for an answer and continue to pursue whatever they’re trying to take from you.


Day 12: Solitary Walk

Either it was due to the weather or everyone was at church, but there was only one person at the park when we arrived. He had a Golden Retriever puppy that he’d raised since it was only a day or two old. He didn’t know the circumstances of how the puppy ended up at the vet, but he nursed the puppy and he appeared to be a happy, healthy, two or three month old puppy. He and Buddy sniffed at each other, but that was pretty much it.I talked with the man for a couple minutes and then we continued our walk.

Normally there are children playing on the splash pad, but there were no children. As we walked around, it felt eerie; surreal. It was so quiet.

A man played Frisbee golf. He was there around the same time everyday. As Buddy and I walked toward him, I thought about had I been walking by myself I would either turn around and walk the other way or I would have put my head down and hurried by. I have this strange fear of men. I’m not even sure why.

By the time we were leaving the park, people were trickling in. Some kids rode their bikes through the splash pad, a man and his children jogged to the park. Further up the street a woman, perhaps the mom, pushed a stroller.

It was an uneventful walk. It was nice, though. I wonder which of us–Buddy or me–enjoys the walks more.

I think I slept wrong because my back and neck are killing me. Normally something like that would have stopped me from leaving the house, but Buddy requires a daily walk…or am I the one who requires the walk? Either way, we make good walking buddies.

Well, that’s really all I have to say. Until next time, enjoy a quiet walk.

 


Day 9: Puppy-Puppy

When I took Buddy for a walk, we ran into some boys and their Chiweenie puppy. He was itty-bitty. Buddy was curious. Naturally the puppy was afraid. While chatting with the boys, I tried to restrain Buddy. I knew he wouldn’t intentionally hurt the puppy, but he does have massive paws. The puppy hid between my feet, but he did eventually warm up to Buddy and started sniffing him.We left the boys and the puppy, but I told the boys that perhaps we’ll run into each other again. Maybe we will. Maybe we won’t, but at least Buddy is getting socialized with all ages of children and dogs.

These last few days have been difficult on me. Mostly allergies, but yesterday a friend of mine came over to do his homework. He got upset because he could grasp the assignment (ie was too lazy to do it) and he raised his voice.

I’m sensitive to raised voices. It causes me to panic. That’s why I had a tension headache yesterday. I had to take allergy medicine and migraine medicine. When I woke up this morning I was feeling much better.

At the moment, I have no clue what I’m feeling. I think I’m just feeling numb. Probably because I’m sleepy. I just wanted to write today’s (now yesterday’s) post before I called it a night. I also wanted to share the interaction with the boys and the puppy. I’m so proud of Buddy and I’m happy that he’s in my life.

Until next time, be sweet to those puppies because one day they might be bigger than you.


Sleeping With Dogs

By the way, my husband and I have yet another dog. I know. Every time I blog I seem to have another dog. Her name is Jinks. The shelter had her listed as a German Shepherd, but she looks more like a Jack Russell/Boxer mix. Perhaps sometime this week I’ll get a chance to post a picture of her.

Anyway, on to the actual story.

The other day, my husband and I decided that we’d try letting all five dogs sleep with us. We sleep on two twin mattresses pushed together, so there was no lack of space. Or so I thought.

Ares and Jinks slept on the floor on a blanket and on a dog bed. The Shih Tzus slept on the bed with us. They’re a lot more restless than Ares and Jinks. They changed positions, woke us up several times, and so on. My husband eventually took Clara downstairs because she was licking him (turns out she had to potty) and I later took Molly down because she too was restless.

All of that wouldn’t have been so bad if the Shih Tzus would sleep smack dab against me. Even if I moved them, they’d return. So I had three little dogs sleeping against me and then trading places. Sometimes they were at my feet, sometimes curled up at my abdomen, other times sharing the pillow with me.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night. The Shih Tzus haven’t slept with us since.

Ares and Jink sleep with us still, but they’re only allowed on my husband’s mattress. It doesn’t bother him if the dogs are up against him. He just sleeps right through the night. Lucky! I envy people who have no problems sleeping.

So, I guess I’ve learned my lesson. Or at least for right now. I imagine that soon I’ll want my beloved little girls with me again and for a few moments I will enjoy the bonding that we have and then I’ll say “Never again!” At least until next time.

Yeah, a short post. Go me!

Until next time, make sure you take over the whole bed. Just because you’re small doesn’t mean you can’t boot your humans off the bed.


Hubbie, Ares and Me

Look what stole my husband’s heart and made him drive halfway across the state to get him. I know, I look creepy in this picture. His name is Ares. The shelter listed him as a Pit Bull mix. My husband and I think he might be a Boxer/Mastiff mix. I’ll post another picture of him soon.

Aries, Justin, and Me