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Oh My! An Update!

I have been such a bad doggie about updating!  My New Years’ Resolution will have to be updating this blog more regularly.

Well, I may have been a bad doggie about updating, but I have been a pretty good dog otherwise.  After all, it is the holiday season – and I want to make sure I get something from Santy Paws!  Last year he left me three whole pig’s ears – my favorite!  I could have made my own piggy pudding that song keeps talking about.

Well, what has been happening since my last update?  Mama and Daddy got married, making me a legitimate puppy.  They went on a honeymoon – and I was wrong, I didn’t get to go with them.  I did spend the week at Mama’s parents’ house, so I got my own sort of vacation, but it’s not the same as spending time with My People.  Not long after they came back, they took me with them for an extra photoshoot with their wedding photographers at Mendon Ponds Park.  Doggies are only allowed in certain parts of the park, but I didn’t care: I was with My People and there were so many new smells!  I even saw something called a horse, something which was simultaneously intriguing and upsetting: I could not help but stare at it, and I growled and barked at it in order to protect My People from it (who knows what such a creature could do?!).  The photographers were really nice to me, telling me what a pretty dog I was – and they took some super-awesome family portraits of us!

(I love cuddles from My People, but sometimes I get embarrassed)

In these pictures I had sight of that horse… And I was none-too-pleased.

Daddy stopped my barking by employing some “corporal cuddling.”

Mama put her crown-thingy on my head… I don’t know why people do such weird things.

Anyway, that was the big excitement.  Mama is still looking for a “job,” which means I get to spend a lot of time with her – which I like, even though I know that despite thinking I am the best dog ever, Mama wants to be working again.  I am not liking the cold winds that come with winter, but I know it could always be worse, and I am grateful it isn’t.

Oh, and for a bit of nostalgia: A year and a day ago, Daddy and Mama had some people over for a holiday brunch.  They even dressed me up for the occasion:

Soon after everyone left, Mama got a text from her sister: “You’re going to be an aunt soon.  Like probably in a few hours.”  Well, of course Mama wanted to stay up until she heard about the arrival of the little one.  Not one to leave one of My People in a time of need, I tried to stay up, too, as did Daddy:

As you can see, it didn’t work out too well.

At any rate, shortly before midnight, Mama’s nephew was born!  I have met him a few times, and he is a sweet little guy.  He knows how to act around doggies since he lives with my furry cousin, Abby-da-Puppy – and My People are happy to see that my good nature extends to Very Small human-pups.

Here he is with Abby-da-Puppy in August.  He’s not even my species and I think he’s too darn cute!

Anyway, that is a somewhat scattered account of some of the goingson here with me.  And in case I don’t update before they happen for you, here’s wishing all of you a Happy Non-Denominational Holidays!  If he comes to your house, may Santy Paws be kind to you – and even if he doesn’t, here’s wishing you all comfort, joy, and peace this season.

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An Inside Dog’s Outdoor Adventure

Ever since coming to live with Mama and Daddy, I have been an inside dog  This is fine by me: In the summer there is something called central air which keeps me cool.  In the winter there is heat to keep me warm.  When it rains or snows, there is a roof over my head.  Plus there are lots of comfy surfaces on which I can snooze.

Like this.

And this.

And of course this.

In fact, even though I love going out for walkies, I am actually something of a diva.  A lot of dogs, for example, like to tramp through mud puddles on their walks after a good rain.  Not me.  I will steer myself around a mud puddle – even hop onto rocks if I have to in order to avoid getting my dainty little toesies wet.  Maybe it’s because of the time I spent on the street, maybe it’s just how I naturally am, but  I guess you could call me a bit of a prima donna.

So knowing this about my personality, let me paint this picture for you: A few weeks ago Daddy and Mama put a bunch of things into the car that I’d never seen before.  Then they brought me out into the car with them – yay, car ride!  They said we were going some place called “camping.”  I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew I liked car rides!

We drove for maybe an hour.  Even though I like car rides, I was getting nervous.  Where were we going?  I started whining a little bit.  Where was this “camping,” and why did it take so long to get there?

Eventually we ended up at this place full of trees.  It smelled like dirt.  It was getting dark.  Oh, and it was pouring rain.

For a while Mama and Daddy left me in the car (after letting me out to pee, of course) so I could stay dry while they set up “camp.”  But I didn’t like being apart from them and started getting really anxious, so they eventually let me out and hooked my harness into a tether so I could only walk to certain areas.  I was drenched with rain and soaked with mud.  So were Daddy and Mama, as well as some of their friends who were there with us.  Whenever she walked by me, I would jump up on Mama’s legs to try to look for reassurance.  When camp was set and a fire was made, the humans set some chairs around the fire pit and sat down.  I jumped into Mama’s lap and shivered.

So far I didn’t think much of camping

Thankfully, things did get better.  The rain stopped.  The humans other than Mama and Daddy are ones I have met before, ones that are really nice to me!  Two packs of humans even brought other dogs, a male mutt a little bit older than me named Spike…

(this picture was not from camping)

…and a male cocker spaniel puppy named Brodie.

At this age pups are all paws and ears.

To be honest, I didn’t get along much with either of them.  They weren’t bad dogs, mind you.  Spike spent a lot of time on the other side of where I was, so that wasn’t a big deal, but we both felt the campground was ours.  Clearly it was mine, but every now and then Spike would bark at me as if it was his.  Still, when he did come over closer, we both sniffed each other and agreed to a cautious truce.  Besides, he was definitely less trouble than Brodie.  At only 14 weeks, Brodie is still in that phase where he wants to jump and chew all over everything.  I tolerated it mostly when he would jump all over me, but after a while I gave him a snarl to tell him to back off.  I’m getting to be an old lady, I don’t have the energy to put up with that crap.  He’s young enough though that I know he’ll grow out of it.

The humans who owned Spike also have a human pup called a toddler.  She was sweet and liked to give me pettings.  She also had a chair that was perfectly sized just for her.

        And for me.

After a few days we headed back home.  We all smelled like sweat, outside, and mud.  Mama scrubbed me down for an extra long time.  She said the water was running brown with dirt, but dogs can’t see colors, so I have to take her word for it.  We all had a nice rest and then went over to Spike’s house for a cookout.  His family has a nice fenced in backyard, so I was allowed to explore off my leash.  In doing so, I found something really nice.  It smelled so good, and after all, I’d just gotten a bath and didn’t smell too good anymore, so I rolled in it and rubbed my fur into it as much as I could.  Hey, I may not be interested in Spike, but sometimes a girl wants to feel pretty!  Not long thereafter, Spike found this intoxicating smell as well, and he rolled in it too – we dogs don’t differentiate between perfume and cologne: If it smells good, it smells good.  Spike’s dad came over to see the source of our interest.

“They just rolled in a dead bird,” he announced.

When we came home, this time Daddy scrubbed me down.

“Nooo, I smelled so prettyyyy!”

So that was my outdoor escapade.  I’ll take sleeping in my puppy-bed any time, thank you.


Old Friends and New

This weekend me and my family went on a little field trip.  It started when Mama turned to Daddy and suggested they donate some things to “the Rescue,” which is what they call the Buffalo Pug and Small Breed Rescue (which, in case you forgot, is the place that saved me!).  Apparently when the weather gets nicer like this, humans like to partake in this ritual called “spring cleaning,” and Mama is no different.  We had some doggie stuff that I sure wasn’t using, so I guess she figured it was time to get rid of it.

From the storage closet they pulled my first carrier, the one Mama bought before I came home that’s about one size too small for me (not that I like the one that fits anyway).  Into that they put a bunch of ratty old towels – good for making little doggie-nests and, truth be told, for cleaning up accidents that might happen.  They also put a bunch of doggie biscuits in there (I wasn’t too happy about that since I’ll eat pretty much anything in front of me, but since we still have some treats at home I think it’ll be OK). 

Lastly they put in a ridonkulous amount of toys.  See, for Xmas, Mama’s sister got me a huge see-through plastic bone that unzipped to let out approximately 10,000 toys.  I like a few toys here and there, but I have my 4 or 5 favorites and don’t play with anything else – and I mean anything.  That includes the tennis ball that is a little too big for my mouth that Mama bought, the rope toy Mama’s sister gave her when I first came home, and the rubber green bear squeak-toy Mama got as my very first toy to greet me when I came home.  I think I made Mama feel kind of bad because that was sort of a “welcome home” gift for me when I got adopted, but I was so excited to be in my Forever Home that I really didn’t care much about a silly bear, and I’m sorry to say I never got too enthused about it even once I settled in.

Daddy grabbed the parcel and we all loaded up into his car.  Taking rides is so exciting, but I think it’s best when they aren’t too long.  Thankfully the Rescue is not very far away, so we were there in no time. Mama thought it would be nice to bring me along when they donated these items so they could see how well I was doing.

No one was disappointed!  There were a bunch of volunteers there, including my foster mommy!  She remembered how scrawny I had been when I first got rescued, so she was glad to see how nicely I’d filled in (the vet says I could stand to lose a little weight, but I think I’m pleasantly plump).  The other volunteers were cooing over my fur and how nice I was (if I do say so myself).

There were also a bunch of other dogs there too.  It was nice that they were all really friendly, but there were so many dogs and people that I got a little overwhelmed and jumped up on a chair, where I sat and kind of observed everything.  

There was Jaxon, who had that silly cone-thing around his head – but he wasn’t letting that slow him down: He was excited to see me and just happy-go-lucky as ever despite having just been fixed (I remember I felt pretty out of it after I got fixed – not this little one!).  There was another little guy who was a bit more shy, so I never got his name.

There was also someone who caught Mama’s eye – a Yorkie-shih tzu mix named Wicket.  Like Jaxon, he’s just a little puppy, but this boy had moxie.  See, Wicket was born with deformed hind legs, one of which used to trip him all the time.  He used to get frustrated and would gnaw on that leg.  That leg had to be amputated, which means it got cut off for medical reasons.  You might think that would slow a dog down or make him sad.  Not Wicket!  He was scooting around just fine and keeping up with everyone else.

At one point Mama scooped him up and held him.  He was a sweet baby to her, which I was glad to see (no one messes with my parents!).  He snuggled up to her and even gave her a little kiss on the chin.  Mama gave Daddy a big-eyed look, the sort that I usually give to them when I want something.

“Maybe he could be Piper’s little brother?” she swooned.

Whoa.  I thought we were just here to donate some toys and stuff, not adopt a sibling.  He’s a nice little guy and all, but I’m not sure I’m ready to be a big sister. 

Luckily, Daddy nipped that in the bud straight away.  Mama said she understood, but gave Wicket a little hug before whispering to him, “Someone’s gonna give you an awesome home, little guy.”  She set him back on the floor, where she pet him a couple of times with a misty, goo-goo-eyed expression on her face.  It wasn’t long thereafter that we left.

I know Wicket – and all the other dogs I met – will eventually go to forever homes, just like I did.  I hope for them that they are as happy as I am with their families.  And maybe someday Mama and Daddy will bring home a brother or sister for me.  But right now I’m pretty happy being an only child.

After all, who needs more than this?