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:Miss D doesn’t feel good. Upset tummy. 😦
Mommy is tired because Miss D kept waking her up to go outside. :((
Rice with breakfast? Snubbed. Mashed butternut squash with supper? Delish! Licked clean. “Please, sir, may I have some more?”
Archive for May 2013
Yum! 1 comment
Mom! It hurts! 2 comments
Poor Miss D. She must have scraped her paw on something last night. Or maybe landed wrong from a jump. The pad’s got a little cut right next to her pinkie claw. Minor abrasion. She can put her weight on it, but prefers not to. So I cleaned it up and wrapped some gauze between the pad and her claw to give her some cushioning, then put one of her Santa booties on to keep her from playing with it. She’s really good at the pity party. She’s been sulking in the sun in her favorite craft room chair all afternoon. Poor puppy!
But it can’t hurt that bad, because it didn’t stop her from playing with Agent T — we had a visit from the friendly neighborhood tortoise this morning. I rescued him from Miss D and set him down in the front yard, out of Miss D’s reach.
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Fighting for control 1 comment
Today’s WTF moment provided by… Well a picture’s worth a thousand words.
Fine, Miss D, we’ll watch “Bad Dogs”. But I get to pick the next show!
Had to share this one. Too cute. Hand to Dog, I found her sleeping like this, remote control and all. My little couch potato.
It’s been a week full of ups and downs.
The Ups: Tonight’s neighborhood patrol went very well. A nice, lovely, calm walk, sitting down to greet walkers and cyclists passing by, crossing the street and sitting down to watch the other dogs passing by (barking, but not going super crazy). Well done. Mom is pleased!
Yesterday, we ran into our neighbor, Heather, with all three scotties in tow. There was some mutual posturing on both sides, but she calmed down quickly and on several occasions, did actually sit down to calm herself… or maybe just to catch her breath before lunging forward again. Still, the humans mark this meeting as a success. After all, all four dogs were meeting and they all were face to face on the sidewalk, not across the street or behind fences.
The Downs: Miss D nearly bit the ankle of one jogger who caught us off-guard. Luckily I was able to get a tighter grip on her leash and hold her back. I apologized, saying “We’re in training.”
He laughed it off, saying he has two yorkies at home then wished me luck. Took awhile to calm her down from that one. She also scared at least two toddlers this week.
It’s unfortunate. Parents like to point things out on their walks, “Look, there’s a birdie. And a squirrel. And a doggie. Do you see the doggie?”
Then the kid perks up, “Doggie??”
Then Miss D puts on her ugliest “Be Afraid!” face. Then the kid starts to cry and the parent gives me the stank eye. Hey, I’m not the one pointing out the “doggie”. I’m just trying to calmly let you pass unnoticed (wishful thinking). I’d say it’s the strollers that freak out Miss D, but she does this with older children too. That’s why we’re training, right?
