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Living with animals

Frenching the pooch December 11, 2007

Filed under: pets — Irish chick @ 1:32 am
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I just had a very important first.

I shared my first french kiss with my puppy! (Hopefully not one of many.)¬†Okay, not so great, but it was still very funny. I love just kissing her nose and her ears. And when you talk next to her ears she grunts. It’s adorable! Then I kissed her nose and-pop-there goes her tongue licking in my mouth. It was kind of gross but it tickled and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Let’s just hope we don’t have a very intimate relationship. ūüôā

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An ornmental affair December 9, 2007

I had an interesting morning. This morning¬†my puppy¬†pooed all over her crate! She had diarrhea, again. I’m sorry, but cleaning up poop isn’t the best way to wake up in the morning. Later, when I was cleaning up from baking cookies the previous night, I heard a crunch. What did she do this time?

I went into the living room and what did I find? Shards of ornament all over the carpet. I freaked out, thinking she had cut her mouth or her body, etc. Yet she remained unharmed, calmly watching me as I cleaned up the pieces. Even Houdini¬† couldn’t eat an ornament and remain unharmed! How does she do it?

 

It’s itching at me

Filed under: pets — Irish chick @ 2:56 am
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My puppy has being doing someone quite strange for some time. She will be playing with our cat, sitting on the couch, jumping on the counter-bad girl-or whatever, and she will suddenly stop and start gnawing at her rear end. Yes, she is constantly biting her butt! We are worried that it might be from when she got fixed a long time ago. But we’re not really sure what it is. Maybe it’s just one of those puppy things? I can’t be sure for certain. I hope it’s something normal and that I shouldn’t worry about it. But I can’t go to the vet and just say, “She’s biting her butt,” can I?

Or can I?

 

Getting over the Grief November 27, 2007

Time has past since we put my dog down. The wound is getting shallower and is beginning the process of healing. Yet there will always be a scar. Every so often it will be cut, the blood of memories coming back. Regular life has continued for me yet sometimes an occurence reminds me of her and a shadow falls over me. Simply the word dog written in the pages of a book or seeing a tennis ball lying in the corner of the room reminds me of¬† whatonce was. Yet, the more apparent things such as a commercial with dogs in it or seeing someone walking a dog that looks like her makes me smile. It’s better that way, remembering the good that was. I took videos of my dog before she passed away. At first I refused to delete them. But now I think I’m starting to be ready, and I’m not watching those videos as much now, oftentimes not at all. As time passes I realize she is so much happier now, without pain, and in her death so many lessons can be learned. The small things that make me frusrated sometimes slip my mind when I remember that there are much worse things that can happen. I also take much more time with my puppy, enjoying her company greatly. I want her to be just as sweet as my deceased dog was. I don’t want to feel guilty when she goes, in the far future, that I didn’t spend as much time with her as I could have. It’s better this way.

It’s better this way.

I keep telling myself that, and soon, I hope, I’ll truly believe it.