A photographer I am not. I also noticed, after it was finally posted, of course, that the date is wrong. Oh well, here she is.......
Second, Puss Puss is doing quite a bit better. Still breathing hard, still sleeping whenever she isn't eating or growling and hissing at the other animals, but the fact that she is eating well is amazing. She appears to have gained a little weight back and maybe her breathing isn't quite as labored as it was. She still wants to go out but now that it is rainy and cold for real I keep her in. She may surprise me and stick around for longer than anticipated but you never know.
On other matters, I really need to have my head examined, something my 'friends' and family have been suggesting for years, and my eyes examined too. Altho I was just at the eye doctor...........
My b'day was Sunday and God and mother nature blessed us with another unexpectedly decent day. I decided to take the dogs for a walk in the afternoon. Put on my new woolly lined hoodie from my 'little' sister in Florida and pulled out the retractable leashes.
After I dug out from under the dogs - just the two of them but they sure do know what those leashes mean - I hooked dog number 1 up to his leash and then tried to leash dog number 2 who seems to feel it is more fun getting leashed when all 75 pounds of him are squiggling, wiggling and jumping up and down. I then got pulled out the front door and had to decide - big decisions take time anymore - which of 3 directions to go. Either left or right on the 2-lane back country road I live on or down the less traveled dead-end road almost across from my driveway. We almost always take the dead-end road because the people drive on the 2-lane I live on like it is a dragstrip.
Well, heck. It was my b'day. They say old people are set in their ways. So to prove to myself I am NOT old, I took a way we rarely go. Turned left and started walking down my road. This was, after all, a dog walk, so we stopped regularly while they sniffed and dug into the weeds collecting ticks and burrs and, of course, giving me things to pick up - in poop pickup bags. They were enjoying it and behaving reasonably well.
We got about 1/2 mile down the road when I saw some people I vaguely know at the end of their driveway so when Polar Bear practically pulled my arm off trying to get to them I decided to stop and say hello. While talking to them I saw a little blur of white fur run under their pickup truck. When did you get a new dog asked I? It showed up last night, say they. Have you asked around the neighbors, ask I? To either side of our place we did, they say, but everyone thinks it is one of a slew of puppies they always seem to be producing down 'slimeball lane'. (This being the name given to a rutted farm lane a little further down the road where the crops aren't always lawful and the local police go often but unwillingly because it breaks the springs on their cars. These are people that greet you with a shotgun you know?)
So, she says she called the pound and they don't take "owner' surrenders even tho she isn't the owner. Humane Society was full and SISCA in Dayton, almost 2 hours away was full so they were just letting him run to see if he would go home and hopefully not get squished on the dragstrip.
I am no longer in the animal rescue business - for several reasons - but I tried to help them come up with some ideas. No luck. They were bummed. I was bummed. I didn't feel like walking anymore so we turned and headed back home.
Got to the house, the dogs were miffed at the short walk. I unlocked the front door, we all went in and I bent over to remove leashes. Dog number one, unleashed. Dog number two, unleashed - he doesn't squiggle or jump around at all when being unleashed I noticed. Dog number three, named Charlie, out of the front of my hoodie.
What can I say.
He is weened but young, maybe 8 to 10 weeks old, and AMAZINGLY good! Learned his name within two days, knows what NO means, doesn't chew too much, and hasn't made a boo-boo in the house. As soon as he goes outside he does his business, usually of both varieties. He peed once at the front door when I slept late and couldn't get my outdoor clothes on fast enough but that was my fault. He looks like he might be a Jack Russell (now called Parson Russell), Terrier mix and weighs about 8 - 10 pounds. He also DOES NOT like baths.
He was scared to death of the cats for the first day, curious about them the second day and by the third day he and Koko were wrestling around the house like two bears! Wrapping their front legs around each other and rolling over the floor, chasing each other from room to room, etc. Koko is 5 months old or so and he is a little bit smaller than her.
The third day the weather was again nice so Koko and Charlie went for a walk. Along my road Charlie is on a leash - he doesn't like it but adapted pretty quickly. He decided he didn't like being goosed by the front wheel of the stroller nor run over by the side wheels so learned to stay out of the way. Once we get a little way down the dead end street off comes the leash and he always stays within 10' of me. That'll change when he gets older I am sure.
Went to my friends house, she got out her stroller for her Yorkie and we went back down the road with our 'kids' in our strollers and a little puppy gallavanting and hopping around us like a grasshopper. OK, so we are nuts. We don't care, it's fun.
Koko and Charlie tore up the house when we got back. Polar Bear, Slim and several cats jumped up on the bed to get out of the way! That only worked until Charlie learned where Slims stairs to the bed were and what they are used for. Now he can get on and off the bed all by himself by golly! Cats are NOT happy, Slim growls at him if he invades his space, Polar Bear grooms him, plays with him, sleeps with him but will NOT share his chew toys.
When Charlie is old enuff he will be neutuered and I will try to find a good adoptive home for him. Doesn't look like he will be too big so hopefully it won't be too hard. If I can make myself do it of course........................
-Me
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