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.


Quick Note

I know I haven’t posted in a while.  Things have been so busy and exciting over here!  A while ago, you may remember, Daddy and Mama got married at a courthouse.  Since that wasn’t really what they had planned originally, they are also having a wedding so their friends and family can celebrate with them.  Sadly, I can’t be there with them, so I am going to be hanging out at Mama’s parents’ house; I’ll be alone some of that time, but don’t worry, I’ve been told someone is going to be taking care of me.

After that Daddy and Mama say they are going on something called a “honeymoon.”  I don’t know what that is.  They say it will be a nice getaway for the two of them – but I always get too be with them (remember camping?), so I’m sure I will be getting away with them too, and we can all cuddle together in bed all snuggly-like as always.

…Right, guys?

Well with all the excitement I won’t be posting for a little while – which is kind of a shame, since I have a lot of awesome videos and pictures to share with you guys!  Don’t worry: As soon as I can, I’ll be sharing.  Maybe I’ll have some “honeymoon” pics of my own!  In the meantime, I’ll have to give you this to tide you over.  The picture is a little blurry and from almost a full year ago, but I like it: I was helping Mama with wedding planning – and showing the attitude Mama has been having the past few weeks towards the whole process.

I’ll post again as soon as I can!

Scooty Booty

A few weeks ago Mama and I were coming home after going out for walkies.  She stopped and talked with the mom of a neighborhood dog named McGill, a big black shaggy bear of a thing.  I get so bored when Mama does this – but this time I also felt itchy.  Specifically, my butt itched.  A lot.  As any of you who have met dogs know, we don’t really have a sense of what you humans call “shame,” so I decided to just scoot along right there on the sidewalk.  This, unfortunately, led to a distressed outburst from McGill’s mom.

“She’s got worms!  She’s got worms!” she cried out.  She went on to tell Mama that Annie, the poodle who lives next door to my family, has worms.  She described some major scooting she had seen Annie doing and told Mama that she should check my poop for worms and take me to the vet.

Mama tried to explain to McGill’s mom that I’d had issues with scooting before that had nothing to do with worms.  One time Mama took me to the vet because I was scooting and chewing on my butt a lot, and he had to “express my anal glands.” Every dog has two glands in his/her anus, and these glands contain liquid with a distinct aroma.  To humans it smells icky, but it tells us dogs a lot of information: the scents from these glands tell us the other dog’s sex, health, age, if s/he is interested in mating, etc; that’s why we like to smell each other’s butts when we meet – so much more informative than shaking hands or whatever you humans like to do.  Normally, when we poop the liquid gets released, but sometimes, especially with small dogs like me, the liquid can build up.  Apparently that has happened with me a lot.  Thankfully, this has never resulted in infection, as it sometimes can (according to the vet), but it does make for some major discomfort for me, leading to the vet having to put his fingers in my butt to get the liquid to release – which is even more uncomfortable!  One vet said that one of my two glands wasn’t quite in the right position, leading to that gland not getting released when it was supposed to be., which is why I kept having issues with scooting.

Anyway, like I said, Mama tried to explain this – but McGill’s mom kept insisting that I must have gotten worms from Annie.  Mama and I did actually see Annie do a lot of scooting, but Annie’s mom said it wasn’t a health issue.  Besides, we have heard McGill’s mom and Annie’s mom don’t really get along, so who was to say what was right?

Well for a while I stopped scooting, but then it came back with a vengeance.  My butt itched so badly!  Daddy and Mama didn’t see anything icky in my poop that made them suspect worms, but I kept scooting, so Mama made an appointment with the vet.  Again.

The vet office we go to is actually quite nice.  The people who work up front are always really nice.  There usually isn’t a long wait.  Mama doesn’t usually have to pay much.  And even the vets are nice.  I always get excited going for a ride, and when I get there I always have to sniff around.  Around the time I get into an exam room I tend to get a little nervous.  I can smell the other animals that have been in the room before me and the cleaning materials they use to disinfect, so I go nuts smelling all over… Also this is when it starts to sink in that I am here to see the doctor.

Here Mama smiles, but you can see the realization that I am soon to have a vet touching my butt dawning.

Mama decided it might be amusing to document how interested in the smells I get… She is a bit quiet, so in case you can’t hear, at one point she does say “Does it smell like vet in here?”

“So many smells… Mama… What is going on?!”

When the vet came in, he asked Mama “Is someone doing the booty dance?”  Mama assented, and explained there was the possibility that a neighbor’s dog had worms.  Before Mama could say anything more, he cut her short and said “That’s an old wife’s tale.  She doesn’t have worms.”  Well, that was the end of that.

He did express my anal glands, as the other vets I have seen do (it doesn’t hurt, but I don’t really like it).  But he said this wasn’t the main issue.  He looked at my skin all over and said that I probably had allergies.  Yes, dogs can have allergies too!  We can be allergic to things in the environment, but also to things in our food.  He said it can be hard to narrow down exactly what it is that is causing the allergies, but that I can feel better by getting half a Benadryl with my food twice a day.  He also said that if I get really scooty, Daddy or Mama could put some hydrocortisone from my butt all the way up the underside of my tail – and keep me from licking it for ten minutes or so (human medicine can sometimes make dogs sick – but we dogs have a hard time resisting our natural urge to lick things).

So I don’t have worms (I didn’t think I did!) and My People have a way to make me less scooty.  And on an unrelated note, I lost a little weight (I was getting a bit heavy for the vet’s liking), which is also good for my health.  All in all, it was a successful visit to the doctor.  After all that, I thought I deserved a rest.

Hattie and Huxley

This has been such a busy week for me!  It’s been so exciting I have had trouble figuring out what to talk about first  and I wish I could talk about it all at once, but I think things would get confusing – more confusing than when there’s a treat on then floor, then Daddy or Mama points out something else and when I return to the treat, it’s magically gone.  So I’ll have to break it down into a few separate posts, I guess.

A few days ago Mama took me with her to visit a friend of hers that she has known pretty much since she was a pup.  Her friend is leaving town so she wanted to say goodbye, but she thought it might be nice to introduce me to her friend’s two dogs, both of whom are Yorkies.  One of them is a 3-year old male, Huxley.  A teacup Yorkie and the runt of his litter, I think he is the smallest dog I have ever met in my entire life.  Seriously, I have met puppies bigger than this little guy!  He had spunk and spirit though.  When I peed on the deck, he sniffed it with interest and peed on top of it – a bit of re-establishing that this was his territory, but good-natured about it really.  And he was cuddly with my Mama.  Even though it makes me jealous, I’m still glad he treated her well.

Here he is on a stair above me, trying to get to know me… Yeah, that’s a sweater on him – and he didn’t seem to care!

Here you can get a little bit of a better idea how tiny this little guy was.

However what Mama and her friend were more interested in was my reaction to her friend’s other doggie, Hattie, the female that he got a year or so before he got Huxley.  Why?  Well, to  answer that, I’ll have to go back to when her friend first met me.  He came over and I ran up to greet him  – I love meeting visitors!  After fawning over me (as well he should), he commented how much I looked like Hattie.  He then gasped and asked Mama, “Omigod, do you think they’re related?”

Mama commented that it was possible, and while I couldn’t really offer my input, I silently agreed.  After all, I do have some babies out there in the world, and she is young enough that it’s possible I had her during my breeding years.  Some dogs seem to recognize their parents or litter-mates after being separated for years, so I figured that if this was, indeed, one of my puppies, we’d know each other right away.

Well, it turns out that we’re not related.  Or at least I don’t think we are.  Hattie didn’t seem to either.  Of the two dogs in that house, Hattie is definitely the alpha.  As soon as Mama and I came into the house, I could hear Hattie barking her head off, warning me that this was her turf.  Even Huxley joined in, though less vehemently: He didn’t really know what the fuss was all about, but he knew that the alpha-dog was barking, so he figured it was probably time to bark.  Once Hattie got a couple of sniffs in, she was mostly OK with me.  She did bark and even growl a couple of times, but that was as far as it went.  As a whole we were fine with each other, but it was clear we didn’t have much affinity for each other.  Definitely not one of my kids.  Probably.  But I will concede that we do look an awful lot alike.  Let’s examine the resemblance.  On the left is Hattie, on the right is me.  Can you tell?

And some more pictures of the three of us playing… There were a lot of blurred shots because we were having so much fun sniffing each other!

I think they liked me… They sure seemed to be sniffing my butt a lot, at least.

I love meeting new people – and new doggies too!  Even with the barking, I had a fun time.  Even though Hattie is going to be staying in town (she lives with the parents of Mama’s friend, with whom he was living), Huxley is going with Mama’s friend out of the state.  I’ll miss that little guy.  Probably not as much as Mama will miss her friend though.

Update on Abby and a Weather Warning

A few posts ago I wrote about my cousin Abby, who wasn’t doing too well.  Well, Mama saw her today.  I wasn’t allowed to come with her because she had some other stops to make where dogs aren’t allowed (such a lame rule).  She had a bit of a hard go after getting out of the hospital, but she slowly got better.  She had to be on a special diet for a while to help with her intestinal issues and she laid low for a while – and with her level of energy, you know that she was feeling icky if she was laying low.  Well Mama reports that Abby was just as bouncy and energetic as ever.  And, well, a bit frisky.

Abby lives with two kitties, a male named Tommy who is rather quiet and submissive and a female named Ella who is something of an alpha.  Apparently Mama looked over and saw Abby mounting Tommy – well, the way that males mount females to mate.  That may sound funny that Abby tried mounting a boy since a) both are fixed so they can’t have babies, b) they are different species, c) usually it’s the male mounting the female!  But as I’ve said many times, dogs are different than you humans: We might mount another animal whether it’s our species or not – not necessarily to mate, but sometimes to assert our dominance; alpha status has nothing to do with gender, so even though it might sound funny that a female tried mounting a male, really Abby was asserting her dominance over Tommy.  Apparently this is a habit of hers, as Abby’s mom told Mama that she knew Abby was feeling better when she started trying to mount Tommy.

You might remember in the video of Abby and me meeting I put in the last post about Abby, she tried mounting me too.  Abby’s mom told her off for it, and I appreciated that.  I’ve had enough of that back in my breeding days, thank you very much.

In other news, there is apparently a hurricane headed towards the East Coast.  Keep safe, humans – and keep your animals as calm as possible.  Scary weather sometimes equals scared animals.  I normally don’t mind scary weather (well, as long as I am inside), but sometimes I get on the alert with loud noises.  Almost two weeks ago there was a thunderstorm around here, and I got a little on edge:

This was right after a clap of thunder.  Before I had been laying next to Mama as she read.

“It’s OK, Piper… Calm down.”

I think I’ll be OK, but you never know.  Mama did get me something called a Thunder Shirt, which helps a lot of doggies stay calm in stressful situations.  I’ve only worn mine once, so I’m not sure how well it’ll work, but I guess a lot of other pups find them really relaxing.  You might not have a Thunder Shirt, but I bet you know other ways to keep your animals calm.  I hope you don’t need it though.

Dropping Off and Showing Off

This weekend the Rescue that gave me a second chance at Life is having a rummage sale.  All the proceeds will be used to pay the medical bills of doggies who aren’t in the best of health.  I think this is both awesome and a pretty big deal.  After all, if some people weren’t generous enough to donate some money to the Rescue, I’d still have some serious health issues – or worse – so I am glad that My People wanted to do what they could to help out.  Mama went through the house and gathered a bunch of things that she and Daddy don’t use anymore and today she brought me with her to donate the items for the rummage sale.  Mama has been donating a lot of things lately to some other places, but she wanted to give as much as she could to the Rescue because she knows there are doggies out there that need even more medical attention than I ever did.

By the time we got there, Mama was kind of juggling my leash, one of the smaller boxes full of items for the Rescue to use (old towels, a doggie sweater that doesn’t fit me – thankfully – and a chew toy I never really liked), and a tube of gift wrap she wanted to donate.  I was excited to be taken out for a ride, so I probably wasn’t making things to easy for her – but thankfully there were a bunch of volunteers there who were able to help Mama with her other two boxes (like I said, she really got into looking for stuff to donate).  One of the volunteers there was my foster mommy!  She was there with a new foster-girl, a pug-beagle mix (or puggle) named Daisy Mae.  She was 4 but way energetic!  She was pulling on the leash to come over and meet me, and she liked to cuddle with our foster mommy too.  Daisy has a paw that got run over by a car at some point, but that doesn’t seem to slow her down at all!  In fact, she had way more energy than I did.  She looks like she’d make a fun playtime companion for someone.

It’s always nice to check in now and then with the Rescue.  Of course I prefer being in my Forever Home, but it’s nice to see some familiar faces, the first nice humans I really met.  And I like meeting the other doggies because I know that just like me, they’ll be matched with a wonderful person or family that will love them utterly.

On another note, I now have a Facebook  page!  I love meeting new people, and I thought it might help to do that by getting a Facebook page.

And finally, I’ll leave you with a picture.  I groomed again last week.  Here I am relaxing after getting my hair did.



Mama has been out of work for over three months now.  That’s kind of like the doggie equivalent of a year and nine months – so that makes me happy that Mama has been around home for so long.  I know she feels bad because if she was working she would be bringing in income, like Daddy is, but I can’t help but feel lucky that she is home to spend time with me.  She and Daddy are trying to make the best of the situation, and both joke that since they can’t dwell on misfortune, this will just have to be Mama’s “Summer of Funemployment” – attitude is everything, after all.

I don’t know about unemployment – like I’ve said before, I’m not a working dog – but I do know about undies.

Now why, you ask, would I know about undies?  After all, I am a dog and I have talked before about how I don’t like getting dressed up.  Well, that is true, but I am not talking about undies for me to wear – that would just be silly.  I’m talking about undies to play with.

I don’t remember exactly how it started.  I think it was one time that Daddy and Mama weren’t in the bedroom, and I noticed a pair of undies that had missed the hamper where they put their dirty laundry.  I thought they looked fun, and since they had been worn, they smelled like My People.  Please don’t think I mean that in an icky way or that I am saying My People stink: We dogs can pick up on a whole lot more scents than you humans can, and anything that smells remotely like My People (any clothes that might have gotten sweaty – like underpants) is nice to me.  I liked those undies, and I brought them up on the bed with me to lick at and cuddle.  Eventually I got bored (I don’t play with toys very long) and left them there to go do something else.  This happened a few times, and Mama started to figure out what was going on.  She never actually caught me with them, but she would find these discarded undies on the bed and quickly came to realize how they got there.  Her suspicions were confirmed when one time she got out of the shower and found a pair of her undies and a pair of Daddy’s undies laying side by side crumpled on the bed.  She informed Daddy of this discovery.

“Well you know what this means,” he replied, “It means that Piper is playing Barbies with our underwear.”

I don’t know what Barbies are, but I really don’t care that they know about my underwear escapades.  Humans talk a lot about having “guilty pleasures,” but we dogs don’t really get the concept of that.  Why should something you enjoy make you feel bad?  If it is a pleasure, you should enjoy it – and who cares what anyone else thinks?

This was the beginning of my love affair with underpants.  I don’t play with a whole lot of toys, but I will almost always happily nose through underpants that missed the hamper.  One night I came downstairs to check on Mama, who was still awake – but, not wanting to leave my makeshift toy, I brought a pair of undies in my mouth.  She laughed and took it away from me and put it in her bathrobe pocket, which I found baffling – she doesn’t take away any of my other toys!  Another time Mama did a load of laundry, and she tossed her clean undies in a pile on the couch as she folded other items.  Even though I much prefer undies that have already been worn, I was ready to accept these too.  I jumped on the couch and curled up on the pile of undies.

Do you mind?

Mama thought this was funny, so she added to this tableau.  As I was starting to doze, I didn’t mind much.

Although this was a nice snoozing place for a while, as a whole undies are best when already worn and used as a toy, not bedding.  In fact, a few times after I have had my fill of playing, I have left pairs next to my other toys:

But I should warn you, as much as I love playing with undies, it’s not always fun and games.  One time while Mama was showering, I thought I’d have some fun – and ended up in a predicament I couldn’t get myself out of.  I had to wait till she was done with her shower for her to help.

Look, I don’t know how I did it – can you please untangle me now?!

Both Daddy and Mama seem to think my affinity for underpants (funderpants!) is silly and perhaps even weird, but as I’ve never destroyed any undies, they regard it as a relatively harmless pastime.  Do any of your animals have any odd pastimes?