Snow and the Snowman

We got some snow in Cackalacky last week and Louie loved it! We didn’t get much at my end of the state, barely enough to cover the grass, but enough to have fun and make a bowl of snow cream. I got to work from home on Wednesday and I took some time to play with Louie in the snow.

Louie celebrating the snow as Vance mows . . .

Louie celebrating the snow as Vance mows . . .

The fence was a good meeting place for Louie, Kenzie and Bourbon. This was a Kaffeeklatsch of K9 proportions but it wasn’t coffee that was flowing so freely, but what Frank Zappa warned us to avoid, lo, those many years ago.

Hanging with the neighbors

Hanging with the neighbors

You may notice the stick marks in the snow. Louie loves to play with sticks; big ones, little ones, he plays with them all. I do have a post about Louie and sticks that I will share at another time, but he was dragging around sticks and playing with pine cones in the snow. He also loves pine cones and tosses them around like a ball.

Louie throwing a pine cone

Louie throwing a pine cone

Remember last time I mentioned that in addition to herding my socks, Louie would manage to drag the snowman draft stopper over into his pile of sock booty? At that point I had never caught him in the act of getting the snowman over there, but I have now. He nonchalantly walks over and picks it up and takes it over to his lair. He even sits it upright.

My snowman! Note they all have little hats on.

My snowman! Note they all have little hats on.

As I was running errands preparing for the snowpocolypse (it just happened to be time to restock toilet paper anyway, and you can never have too much wine) I came into the house and noticed the snowman about where it was in the above picture and left again. When I returned, I noticed the snowman was no longer there and walked back to the bedroom to see if he had drug it back there. Nope, and it wasn’t in the kitchen either. I toss a comforter on the couch when I leave in the event Louie jumps up there while I’m gone and I saw that was on the floor. I went and pulled back the comforter (insert screechy violin music here), and

He buried the snowman under the comforter, note there is no hat on the snowman on the right.

Yikes, there was a snowman under there!

He buried the snowman under the comforter, note there is no hat on the snowman on the right. By the time I returned home from work the next day, the snowman was no more. Louie had pretty much eviscerated him. There were no hats left, no scarf or faces; only cloth and sandy entrails littered my living room floor. Out of respect for the family, I won’t post pictures of the remains.

Louie digging the snow, in every sense of the word!

Louie digging the snow, in every sense of the word!

Aside from losing the snowman, we had great fun in the snow. It’s finally warmed up to nearly 60 degrees which is my kind of winter day! So Louie and I are going to take our “constitutional” and check out the neighborhood while it’s so nice. Tomorrow is supposed to be rainy and only in the 40s, so we’ll take it while we can get it.

“Dogs never bite me. Just humans.” ~ Marilyn Monroe

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Sock Herder

I’ve been finding socks in my living room. Sometimes it’s a dirty sock that didn’t make it to the hamper and sometimes it’s a pair of clean socks taken from the sock cubby in my closet. In addition to being a digger, Louie apparently has some herding instincts.

Did my socks just walk into the living room?

Did my socks just walk into the living room?

Sometimes he would even drag the snowman draft stopper at the front door into his pile. It took me several days to catch him in the act with a sock in his mouth and all I did was laugh at him and gave him a half-hearted “no.” I’ve yet to catch him with the snowman and that has bells on it. He’s a crafty little bugger!

Sock Thief!

Sock Thief!

He does attack the sock to keep in shape for whatever critters he might find in the backyard. His friend Penny gave him a bed and he drags it around the bedroom. It’s a small bed and I had planned on putting it in the room I use as the office, but Louie showed so much interest in it, I tossed it beside his other bed in the bedroom. He curls up tight and sleeps in it some nights; although, most nights he still sleeps on the ottoman in the living room.

Catching some rays on a cold day!

Catching some rays on a cold day!

Yesterday was cold here in Cackalakey but Louie enjoyed some time on the deck. He’s getting more comfortable in the backyard and has started running laps just for the sake of running the way Zoe did. Even though we go for a 20-30 minute walk every day I was a little concerned that he wasn’t getting enough exercise. Without proper exercise, what is now a charming little habit of herding socks could turn into chewing furniture. But so far, so good.

Doin' my yoga!

Doin’ my yoga!

Louie is also a big fan of stretching will hold his downward facing dog pose for upwards of 10 seconds before swinging into upward facing dog. He’s quite Zen. He also reminds me of the importance of stretching throughout the day and quite frankly, it’s hard to find something that beats a good stretch. Louie is a good influence on me, he makes me walk everyday regardless of the weather. A couple of days it was a quick 15 minute walk due to the weather, but we’ve walked every day that he’s been here. Actually, today is our first monthaversary! He came to Shoeful of Drool on 12/19. I guess I’ll have to fix something special for supper. My sock herder is very different from Dudley and Zoe, but I think they are smiling.

“It’s just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn’t it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal.” 
John GroganMarley and Me: Life and Love With the World’s Worst Dog

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Everybody loves Louie!

I hope everyone enjoyed their holidays! I have been sick since the day after Christmas so that is the main reason I didn’t post a new blog entry last week, yesterday was the first day I really felt like the end was in sight regarding this “crud” I’ve had. Louie has been great adjusting to his new house and neighborhood. Every time we meet someone new on our walks he is quite the gentleman and stays calm whether or not they have a furry companion. On Christmas day, we had dinner with our neighbor Cindy and her chiweenie, Penny. Louie and Penny hit it off immediately and he quickly made himself at home in her bed.

Happy New Year! Penny and Louie

Happy New Year! Penny also likes Louie’s snooze pad

Louie has been getting used to the backyard. He finally got to where he’ll go out there by himself if the weather is to his liking. Once during a reprieve in a downpour I had to put him on his leash to get him to take a squirt before we went to bed. He holds it for hours! He is good on a leash, I think someone at Saving Grace spent some time with him, he seldom pulls and walks beside me most of the time. Dudley and Zoe used to take me for a walk. Plus I can maintain an air of alpha dog with the leash long enough for him to walk instead of balk when we walk outside. And I do pile on the praise when he does his business in unpleasant weather and give him a treat when we come inside.

Louie checking out the yard

Louie checking out the yard

Louie has done very well meeting our neighbor dogs. If Fasa is running loose next door, Louie might do a couple of laps with him and then something else catches his interest. He  is good with Nahla behind us and the dogs beside them. He hasn’t had much interaction with Bourbon and Kenzie yet, but I expect him to get along with them as well as he does with every other dog he meets. I really want to try and get a video of him running, he looks like a deranged dingo, but he’s having fun!

 

Louie rolling around on the rug.

Louie rolling around on the rug.

Even though I felt like warmed over dog poo, being sick with Louie around was hands down better than being sick without him around. He even came back and snuggled on the bed a few times when I was napping. The picture below is why I’m going to have to break down and buy a new computer, the motherboard fried and will cost about as much to fix as it would to get a new computer. Try as I might I couldn’t download or copy it from Google+ although most of the other pictures I took that day were easily copied. So, until I get that, I’m not going to attempt a revamping of the website, but I do hope to start posting weekly.

My handsome boy!

My handsome boy! And my date stamp on my camera is off a year

“If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and man.” ~ Mark Twain

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Louis, Louie?!?

My biggest issue this Christmas is which spelling of Louis I should use. I went to the Saving Grace Animal Rescue the other day and met many dogs, but it was the dog they identified as “Denver” who came over and stayed with me. They told me he was like that with everyone, but he has these beautiful topaz eyes and a soulful gaze that make him seem very wise, and I just fell in love.  He’s good with kids and dogs and that was important to me. The best part, he’s a thoroughbred mutt! He has wiry hair and a fu manchu mustache like a terrier, but he has hound ears and and a sweet hound face. He looks older than 3 because he has white in his muzzle, but the best estimate of his age is 3. He is slowly getting used to being here at Shoeful of Drool.

Topaz eyes

Topaz eyes

I didn’t particularly like the name “Denver” although he bears a slight resemblance to Denver Pyle. People at Saving Grace don’t call the dogs by any name, they just use it for ID purposes, so the new family can name the dog anything they want. He’s so thin, I thought of calling him “Ribsy” after Henry Huggins’ dog in the Beverly Cleary books I loved as a child, but that didn’t seem right either. Denny, Danny? I even considered “Topaz” for about 5 seconds, but that didn’t work, either. Nothing seemed right. I decided to sleep on it.

Ribsy!

Ribsy! Does it look like jail?

In an email, I paraphrased the classic line from Casablanca, “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” so I started thinking he might be a Louis (pronounced “Louie”) or even a Bogey. I settled on “Louis” because it’s fun name to say, but I’m afraid if I spell it properly, people will think his name is pronounced “Lewis.” So, I’ll probably go with “Louie.”

Welcome Home!

Welcome Home!

I’m sure Louie and I will have some great adventures. He has ears just as soft as Zoe’s, I even considered naming him Mr. VelvetEars, and I’ve already called him that several times, along with “Lulu.” He thumps his tail just as Dudley did when I speak to him. How I have missed that sound the past couple of years! I think Dudley and Zoe both would agree I got lucky when Louie picked me at Saving Grace. The fence was finished yesterday, so Louie is doing his part in making the backyard squirrels miserable.

Snoozy time

Snoozy time

I will be be giving the website a new look in the next few weeks. My main computer is on the fritz, so I’m using my Chromebook and learning way more than I ever wanted to know about Google Plus. I came very close to adopting Joey, the miniature Australian Shepherd, but he bites and I don’t want a dog who bites. He has a fantastic foster mom who will continue to care for him until he can find a home. So, Louie and I wish all of you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

“God Bless us, everyone.” ~ Tiny Tim (Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol)

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Updates

I hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving! I spent Thanksgiving with Kenzie, Bourbon and their human family and I’m delighted to report the Kenzie has had great improvement the past two weeks. She was still most unhappy in her playpen “jail” and after we ate they let her walk around the house a little bit. She saw the vet on Friday, who was pleased with her progress so Carlin took her for a very short walk Friday afternoon. She is one very determined girl. She’s so sweet, she reminds me of ZoeGirl with her leaps of happiness and desire to please. Her days of leaping may be behind her, but she’s still the same sweet Kenzie who wants everyone to be happy.

Kenzie looking pretty!

Kenzie looking pretty!

Joey went back to his foster parents’ home. I really missed him after he left so I contacted his foster mom and told her I wanted him. She told me that my Pawfect Match Rescue application has been approved and I am just waiting to get a date on the fence. Heather has been great allowing me to push out my adoption date. I thought my fence would be installed within 2 weeks or so but I am still waiting on an installation date. I keep my fingers crossed it will be before Christmas. I will save you my rant on fence installers who say one thing to get your business and then tell you something different after they get your deposit. Or those who don’t give you their best price on the first estimate and want to “match” the lowest bid afterward.

Joey waiting for a treat

Joey waiting for a treat

Joey is adorable and if anyone had told me that I would ever have a 23 lb. pure bred dog with “miniature” in its name, I’d have said that person was nuts! I adore big, mixed breed dogs, but as I watched Carlin and Mike care for Kenzie (who has to weigh about 60 lbs) I realized I have to have a dog that I can lift. I’m not getting any younger and I figured 35 lbs or so was about my limit. Joey looks bigger than he is because he’s one big fluff ball of fur, but I can lift and carry him with ease. I had no idea from his picture he was a pure bred dog.

T minus 3 for lift off!

How long do I have to look cute?

Even though Joey is small, he is quite zippy and walks fast. Plus he doesn’t have to sniff every blade of grass before he pees and he’s regular and doesn’t need to walk far before he poops — again without undue ceremonial sniffing of the grass — he just stops and squats. He checks out light poles and fire hydrants, but they are communication depots for dogs  (pee-mail, if you will) and he’s even left a few messages of his own in the neighborhood.

Ahh, finally I get my treat!

Ahh, finally I get my treat!

Over the next several weeks, I plan on updating the Shoeful of Drool site. Dudley and Zoe were the inspiration for the site and will remain the heart here, but we need a new look for a new furbaby. Here’s wishing everyone a happy and safe holiday season!

“We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.” ~ Immanuel Kant

 

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Good News & Bad News

Apologies for not posting in so long, but things have been busy in the Shoeful of Drool neighborhood! First the bad news, Kenzie who lives next door has a bulging disc in her spine and she lost all use of her back left leg. It was one of those freak accidents, she may have done it as she got off the bed, but she never cried out. She has been on complete bed rest for about 12 days. How does one keep a dog on bed rest? In this case they used Vance’s playpen.

It may as well be jail!

It may as well be jail!

The playpen worked until this weekend when Ms. Kenzie managed to get herself out of it three times and probably aggravated her injury. She has another checkup with the doctor at the end of the week so we are keeping paws crossed she has a complete recovery. In the meantime, Carlin and Mike carry Kenzie outside and use a towel as a sling so she doesn’t put any weight on her back leg when she goes out to do her business.

Kenzie snoozing in her prison

Kenzie calm in her jail

Now for the good news! I was perusing the dogs at Pawfect Match Animal Rescue when I found Joey. He is a purebred miniature Australian Shepherd whose owners (with whom he has lived since he was 8 weeks old) were moving to another state and decided not to take him with them. His Pawfect foster mom used to dog sit for Joey and knew how terrified he was of crates and cages, to the point he could hurt himself, so she volunteered to take him in even though she didn’t want to support their decision to just abandon Joey.

Say hello to Joey!

Say hello to Joey!

I met him last Wednesday and he came on Friday and spent the weekend with me. He was very upset when his foster mom and dad left him, but he slept well and by Saturday morning was more curious about his surroundings and seemed more comfortable with me. He really likes the orthopedic bed I had bought for Dudley, so I’m glad that’s getting some use.

Finally, the bed is getting used!

Finally, the bed is getting used!

We just chilled around the neighborhood on Saturday and on Sunday Sweet Pea came over for a play date, or maybe “ignore date” would be more accurate. Joey doesn’t want other dogs bothering him and Sweet Pea was like, “okay, fine by me.” The important thing for me was that they didn’t hate each other. Sweet Pea brought a ball that held snacks and Joey had no interest in it and again, Sweet Pea said, “fine by me” and took the ball home because she loved it!!! Joey doesn’t have much interest in balls and Sweet Pea loves them!

Joey & Sweet Pea as close as they got to each other!

Joey & Sweet Pea as close as they got to each other!

Nothing is official yet, and it’s going to be a few weeks before the fence is in, but I think Joey is a keeper. He has some really funny qualities that I will share in another post, but any dog who walks off the steps of the deck and pees when it is 20 degrees outside and turns around and comes right back in is my kind of dog! Especially since I had him on the leash. I’ll keep you posted on Kenzie’s recovery and the Joey watch! Have a terrific Turkey Day!!!

The future face of Shoeful of Drool?

The future face of Shoeful of Drool?

“We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults.  Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment”.  ~George Eliot

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Halloween Surprises

Halloween surprises started early when a puppy and his fire hydrant knocked on the door. Actually, it was Vance dressed as a puppy and his mom had gotten creative and made a fire hydrant costume. You knew that though, because seriously, how many puppies carry their own hydrant with them?

Trick or treat!

Trick or treat!

Vance headed straight over to the little stool I use as an ottoman (because the real ottoman is too high, I really wish I had gotten a couch with sections that reclined!) sat down and ate his Kit-Kat. He likes the t.v. which is almost always on at my house when he visits. At home I think he just watches Sesame Street and football, which at his age is probably a good thing.

The cutest puppy I've ever seen!

The cutest puppy I’ve ever seen!

The weather on Halloween was perfect here, about 70 degrees, overcast, and a decent breeze. A front was coming, but until it got here Friday evening, the humidity was high. I went outside with Carlin and Vance, and one of the neighbors came walking up with his dog, Wendy.  This year I had quite a few trick or treaters, more than the last couple of years and I enjoyed seeing all the kids in their costumes. I did miss hearing the dogs bark whenever the doorbell rang.

Two little dogs eyeballing each other

Two little dogs eyeballing each other

Halloween also brought a World Series championship to the Boston Red Sox at home in Fenway Park for the first time in 95 years. It reminds me of 2004 when the BoSox won their first championship in 86 years, or more specifically, the morning after. It was foggy and overcast that morning when I let the dogs out before breakfast. Zoe was mesmerized by the gutter extender and I had to call her several times to get her to come inside. Food for Dudley trumped everything else, so he came right in.

I let them outside again and Zoe went back to the gutter extender, I didn’t want her to chew it so I went and took it from her. I was shaking out sand and pebbles from it when out rolled a bunny rabbit. It scared me to death and I’m sure the rabbit was terrified as he (or she) bolted with the dogs only a nanosecond behind. The rabbit may have had a chance had he headed toward the fence, but he went behind the fan for the heat pump and Dudley and Zoe cornered it and crushed it with the weight of their paws. Unbelievably, they came into the house when I screamed at them hysterically. It wasn’t even 7 a.m. and I had to clean up rabbit carcass before I could let them back outside.

Come home dogSo anyway, I have a man coming to give me an estimate on a fence Tuesday at lunch. I’m waiting to hear back from another fence builder, but I hope to have a fence in place within the month and a dog by Christmas. Then, to paraphrase Gerard Durell, my house will be a home again.

 

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Unleashed Memories

Shoeful of Drool has taken a little sabbatical the past few weeks. I’ve had several ideas and plenty of time to write a post (courtesy of the government shutdown), but I’ve lacked the motivation. It also is a time that I really, really wish I had my very own furface who would put his head in my lap and sigh when I scratch his ears. In times of stress dogs are comforting, plus I’d be laughing more.

10 CommandmentsBut I have been taking a nice walk every day (exercise is also a stress buster). I’ve ventured over into the part of the neighborhood where Dudley and I hadn’t walked in a couple of years. As he got older, and especially after he blew out his knee, we stayed close to the house when we walked. We’d go a couple of blocks then turn around and go past the house again to walk a few more blocks in the other direction.

I remembered there was a cul-de-sac that always made Dudley nervous even when he was young. I don’t know exactly what bothered him, there were dogs who barked that lived down there, but there were dogs everywhere in our neighborhood. He would chuff uncomfortably and get a frantic look in his eyes as he looked around about the time we would get to one particular house. He’d turn around and lead the way out, all the while glancing nervously behind him. Lest you think I’m cruel, I never exactly took pleasure from his discomfort, but he was about 8 billion degrees of cute when he was nervous. He finally began to pull if I started down that street, so we quit walking down there.

Morning DogA small dog not on a leash in another cul-de-sac reminded me of the time about 8-9 years ago when I was walking both Dudley and Zoe and a small dog from the same cul-de-sac came yapping after them. It took me by surprise, and I quickly wrapped their leashes around my wrist as they strained to get to the little dog. They pulled me to my knees and the human attached to the little dog was frantically screaming for me to stop her dog from running into the street. Uh, lady, I’m doing all I can do to keep my dogs from crushing your unleashed dog — and then with one powerful lunge, my chest and chin hit the ground and with my feet still in the air, my dogs are dragging me across a very well-kept lawn. Not fast, but far enough if someone had recorded it, it would have at least been a finalist on America’s Funniest Home Videos.

Vance & Kenzie

Vance & Kenzie just way too cute!

Somehow, the lady got her dog and I regained control of Dudley and Zoe. My shirt was hopelessly grass-stained and I had clumps of dirt under my chin. There were drag marks in the grass, Dudley and Zoe were completely satisfied after they peed several times, and I had a tale to tell later that night over a few beers. It’s also a great memory that makes me giggle during a tough time. It’s time to start building new, furry memories! As soon as this shutdown ends . . . I will be looking at fences for the backyard.

Dogs are miracles with paws.  ~Attributed to Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy

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A New Leash on Life

I’ve been going to the same dentist, Dr. Jeff Calamos, for more than 25 years. He really is a painless dentist — he’ll use enough Novocaine to numb an elephant and he always jiggles your cheek so you don’t feel it going in. He will have either a good joke or a funny story to share when I go for my semi-annual teeth cleaning. I’ve had bonus visits this year because I needed a new crown and he told me about a woman who was very nervous and the sound of laughter in the office made her uncomfortable. Dr. Jeff asked her if she would prefer to hear people screaming. Perspective is key to most anything, but especially a trip to the dentist.

Dudley & Zoe early 2001

Dudley & Zoe early 2001

He’s also married to a woman who loves dogs. He does too, but he usually speaks in terms of his wife as the dog lover. He told me that they had adopted “Buzz” from the NC Dept. of Corrections’ A New Leash on Life program. Some minimum and medium security NC prisons partner with local animal shelters and rescue groups to allow inmates to train dogs in preparation for adoption. Through positive reinforcement, they teach the dogs the basics to becoming good dog citizens.

Dudley and Zoe 2010

Dudley and Zoe 2010

This training gives the dogs a better chance to be adopted and the inmates something positive to do with their time. Inmates also have the opportunity to receive certified training that will help them get a job upon release. Two apprenticeships are available to selected inmates, Dog Trainer Apprenticeship and Animal Care Apprenticeship. Solid, steady employment for those who have served their time is a prime factor to keeping them from re-offending  and returning to prison. The program has a high success rate with over 92% of the dogs immediately adopted after completing the program, those dogs not immediately adopted return to their rescue group to await adoption.

Dudley & Zoe snoozing

Dudley & Zoe snoozing

The first time Dr. Jeff met Buzz, Buzz growled at him. Dr. Jeff shrugged it off and said, “nobody likes the dentist.” The inmate who trained Buzz became very attached to him and hoped his mother would be able to adopt him, but Dr. Jeff assured the man that Buzz would be well-cared for and loved — “when you die, you want to come back as one of my wife’s dogs.” I tried to get pictures of Buzz, but I don’t think Dr. Jeff found my email in his spam folder. This program is another example of the positive effects dogs have on individuals and society as a whole. Dogs help veterans, people physical and mental challenges and most anyone open to receiving unconditional, slobbery love.

“Happiness is a warm puppy.” ~ Charles M. Schultz

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Brindle Blob

Sweet Pea visited the week of Labor Day while her human mom went to the mountains. Like Lillie, she knows her humans will return for her so she makes herself at home here at Shoeful of Drool. Between the two of us, we managed to knock over a glass of wine on the deck. She’s the 17 lb. bull in a china shop, but no worries, I do have a wine sippy cup that I used for the rest of the evening.

Snoozing after a spell with reverse hiccups!

Snoozing after a spell with reverse hiccups!

She reminded me that Rosh Hashanah began that Wednesday; I’m not sure if she was verklempt a la Linda Richmond or if she was channeling her inner Billy Crystal, but she coughed and hacked and gagged for two or three minutes. I was starting to worry a little, but she jumped up on the couch and settled into a nice little snoozy and was fine. Either she swallowed something or more likely, she had a case of the reverse hiccups (some call it reverse sneezing). This is a short video of a chihuahua with a case of the reverse hiccups. Dudley would get them more frequently than Zoe, and it always sounded bad, but he was always fine afterward. A belated”Shanah Tovah” and wishes for a Sweet New Year to all of our Jewish friends!

That face says it all!

That face says it all!

We had a little excitement on our morning walk when nieghbor dog Fasa was running loose and decided he needed to check out the new girl in town. Sweet Pea is good with other dogs, but Fasa is so much bigger, I worried he would crush her. Before I could scoop her up, she had squirmed out of her collar and piddled a little bit. I managed to get her into the house none the worse for wear, but I bought her a Lupine harness that afternoon to keep here for when she visits. Cars on the street where I live drive entirely too fast and I don’t want her getting loose again.

Hunkering down for a snooze!

Hunkering down for a snooze!

We had a bunch of fun and I started calling her the “Brindle Blob” because that’s what she looked like curled up on my bed, or on the towel on the couch. She is a “piddler” meaning she pees a little bit when she’s excited or scared. I learned not to look at her when I came home from work because if I do, she piddles. I come into the house and walk straight to the sliding glass doors to get her on the deck that way if she piddles, she does it on the deck. Although, by then she’s gotten over the initial excitement and usually makes it to the yard without an accident.

Brindle Blob

Brindle Blob

I’ve said it before, I like big mutts (and I cannot lie), but Sweet Pea sure makes the case for smaller dogs. I love her mobility, you can take her anywhere. An added bonus is the ability to give her a bath in the kitchen sink. Bathing Dudley and Zoe, whether in the tub or the backyard, was an absolute chore! It’s not quite time for me to go find a dog to adopt me. I used to think I knew exactly what type of dog I’d get, a fairly large black dog. Now, I’m not so sure, it’ll be interesting to see who I bring home.

“The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.” ~ George Graham Vest

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