Missy is a spoiled brat. Not that I can say much because I'm pretty much an adult version of my childhood brattiness, but at least my parents didn't have enough money to spoil me that much, plus I always had to share with my brother. Missy on the other hand doesn't even like to share with me.
Last night I fought with my dog over the couch. I'm not even kidding. When I was watching TV she was curled up on my left, and Mister on the right. But when I went to lie down and go to sleep I tried to move her. She growled at me! Missy. My dog. Growled at me. It wasn't vicious, but it was a get out of here mom growl. And when that didn't work as well as she thought it would she started to nudge me with her nose. Are you kidding me? No Missaroo you cannot sleep on the couch and force your mom on the floor. I eventually won ((thank goodness), but I couldn't believe I had to fight her for it. I told her what a brat she was, but of course once I settled in she jumped up and slept on the couch with me like she always does. Mister too. What am I going to do with them?
The Missaroo
Ready to Take on the World
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Life Saver
I know I've written about how much the Missaroo means to me before, but I think it's time to remind people. Recently, it's been harder and harder to make ends meet. Some people suggest giving up my dogs. To them I say, sure, as soon as you give up your kids. Might seem a bit extreme, so that's why I'm reminding people that it was the Missaroo that saved my life.
Before I adopted Missy, I was living an extremely lonely existence in the Tri- Cities. I hated my job and most of the people I worked with. I worked overnight and had trouble sleeping ((either too much or too little)) and the stress of it all made me cry pretty much everyday. A couple people, including my mom, recommended getting a dog. So I searched the Internet one weekend looking for a dog in need of a home. That's when I found Missy's picture and bio.
The first thing I noticed about her is that no one knew what breed of dog she was. Perfect! Because I don't care what kind of breed I adopted. I just wanted a companion who was loyal. Well that's the Missaroo. It said she liked to stay busy and be on the go but was also pretty content to curl up on your lap. She had some behavioral issues sure, but hey, she was dropped off in the middle of a town and forced to fend for herself. I think I would have issues too.
I love Missy for all of these reasons, but our bond is much stronger than that. She was literally the reason I got up in the morning. She forced me to continue to live when I wanted to give up the most. I didn't want to die, but I sure didn't want to live. I wanted to hide under the covers every moment of every day when I wasn't at work. Missy wouldn't let me do that. She even went to the extremes of pulling the covers off of me when she had to go to the bathroom and I was in one of my moods where I was felt like I was too depressed to function. She gave me hope. Something to look forward to. Something to take care of and love.
Now the Missaroo has given me a new found passion when my dream died. I want to help save other pets, not because I feel like I saved Missy's life as much as she saved mine. As for Mister, well he completes this family. He is our little buddy and I can't imagine our lives without him. Together they are what I can't live without. My life savers.
Before I adopted Missy, I was living an extremely lonely existence in the Tri- Cities. I hated my job and most of the people I worked with. I worked overnight and had trouble sleeping ((either too much or too little)) and the stress of it all made me cry pretty much everyday. A couple people, including my mom, recommended getting a dog. So I searched the Internet one weekend looking for a dog in need of a home. That's when I found Missy's picture and bio.
The first thing I noticed about her is that no one knew what breed of dog she was. Perfect! Because I don't care what kind of breed I adopted. I just wanted a companion who was loyal. Well that's the Missaroo. It said she liked to stay busy and be on the go but was also pretty content to curl up on your lap. She had some behavioral issues sure, but hey, she was dropped off in the middle of a town and forced to fend for herself. I think I would have issues too.
I love Missy for all of these reasons, but our bond is much stronger than that. She was literally the reason I got up in the morning. She forced me to continue to live when I wanted to give up the most. I didn't want to die, but I sure didn't want to live. I wanted to hide under the covers every moment of every day when I wasn't at work. Missy wouldn't let me do that. She even went to the extremes of pulling the covers off of me when she had to go to the bathroom and I was in one of my moods where I was felt like I was too depressed to function. She gave me hope. Something to look forward to. Something to take care of and love.
Now the Missaroo has given me a new found passion when my dream died. I want to help save other pets, not because I feel like I saved Missy's life as much as she saved mine. As for Mister, well he completes this family. He is our little buddy and I can't imagine our lives without him. Together they are what I can't live without. My life savers.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Double Trouble
It's official, the dogs have taken over. They're running the show, I'm just the blogger. Yesterday, was groom day. It's always a bit traumatic for me to get the two of them to Spokane Valley on time. It was 8 weeks ago when Mister peed all over me when I went to pick him up in my work clothes. I thought that would be the worst of it. Nope. Wrong again.
30 seconds into the 30 minute car ride Mister decided to poop in the car. Awesome. It was pouring rain and my driver side window doesn't roll down anymore, so that made it even more fun. Then we get there and 30 seconds into the 60 second trip through Petsmart to get to the groomer Missy pooped on the floor. I couldn't believe it. Then as I'm cleaning that up Mister peed on the floor! Seriously guys! By this time I'm having a freak out moment in the middle of the aisle. I finally get that cleaned up as a small dog goes by that Missy just has to try and bark at. I pulled Missy back so fast the other pet parents probably thought I abuse her. I didn't mean to jerk her back but there I am holding an injured chihuahua in one hand and a bag of poop with the other and Missy attached to my wrist. I wanted to just make it to the back of the store in one piece.
I finally made it there with my two lovely pups and that tiny dog is standing inside the groomers. Oh great! Luckily for me, Missy's groomer Cynthia saw me in all my dog mom glory and quickly knew why I was standing there. She came out and took Mister out of my arms and told me she'd be back for Miss. OH THANK YOU! I would have hugged her if I wasn't certain I had some sort of dog germ on my hands. She is so great. She even puts Mister and Missy in crates so they can face each other and let's Missy pick her's out.
When I went to pick up the puparoos a few hours later they looked and smelled great.They both had their happy to see mom faces on and off we went. Of course, I made sure to stop off at the tree outside before getting back into the car.
I wish that was the end, but those little pups are just too darn smart. On the way home, in the pouring rain, Mister figured out how to push the button to make his window go down, twice! Yep, I've officially been outsmarted by a couple of stray dogs. Gotta love the puparoos :)
30 seconds into the 30 minute car ride Mister decided to poop in the car. Awesome. It was pouring rain and my driver side window doesn't roll down anymore, so that made it even more fun. Then we get there and 30 seconds into the 60 second trip through Petsmart to get to the groomer Missy pooped on the floor. I couldn't believe it. Then as I'm cleaning that up Mister peed on the floor! Seriously guys! By this time I'm having a freak out moment in the middle of the aisle. I finally get that cleaned up as a small dog goes by that Missy just has to try and bark at. I pulled Missy back so fast the other pet parents probably thought I abuse her. I didn't mean to jerk her back but there I am holding an injured chihuahua in one hand and a bag of poop with the other and Missy attached to my wrist. I wanted to just make it to the back of the store in one piece.
I finally made it there with my two lovely pups and that tiny dog is standing inside the groomers. Oh great! Luckily for me, Missy's groomer Cynthia saw me in all my dog mom glory and quickly knew why I was standing there. She came out and took Mister out of my arms and told me she'd be back for Miss. OH THANK YOU! I would have hugged her if I wasn't certain I had some sort of dog germ on my hands. She is so great. She even puts Mister and Missy in crates so they can face each other and let's Missy pick her's out.
When I went to pick up the puparoos a few hours later they looked and smelled great.They both had their happy to see mom faces on and off we went. Of course, I made sure to stop off at the tree outside before getting back into the car.
I wish that was the end, but those little pups are just too darn smart. On the way home, in the pouring rain, Mister figured out how to push the button to make his window go down, twice! Yep, I've officially been outsmarted by a couple of stray dogs. Gotta love the puparoos :)
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Staples Out? That was Easy
Thursday marked two weeks since Minster's surgery. We were back at the vet to have his staples removed. I thought it would take about 30 minutes. Um, no try about 5. After the staples were out I asked to talk to his vet about how he was looking. She was surprised to see how much weight he is already putting on it. She says it still looks like the surgery went great and Mister is now ready to venture out a little. He is still not allowed to jump, climb stairs, or run for another couple of weeks but the doc says he can go on 5 minute walks! We can increase the length of the walks a little at a time until he's back to full strength.
I also asked her if this could potentially happen in his other hind leg. She said she couldn't guarantee that it won't BUT his other knee feels much tighter and should hold up. She also recommended cutting back on his pills which was great news. She's worried Mister is feeling a little too great and maybe being in a little bit of pain will stop him from wanting to run and jump.
It really has been quite the two week journey for all three of us. Mister went from being the saddest looking dog on the planet to just a dog with a shaved leg. Not too shabby!
Note: Sorry for the lack of pics lately. I cannot figure out how to get them off my blackberry since I decided to update it. I now hate my Blackberry. :(
Friday, May 6, 2011
Well That's a New One
WARNING: This is one of those gross dog mom blogs that only other pet parents and/or kid parents will be able to read. Skip to happier times below if you aren't ready for some tmi.
It's been a week since the surgery and Mister seems to be doing just fine, however, his little system is all out of whack. We use to be on a pretty set potty schedule and little Mister would pretty much potty in time he hit the ground. After the surgery, he didn't go at all for the first few days. Then he started pooping A LOT. The good news is he's made it outside all the time. Then he started to pee as well by the beginning of the week. Then starting Wednesday the little bugger decided to pee and poop at the SAME TIME. Um, you can imagine how well that worked, especially with a bum leg. Uh, and he tried it more than once. You can also imagine how much fun it is to carry him back up the stairs. Seriously, dog mom moment.
The staples in his leg should come out sometime next week. Thursday by the latest. Then it's still another two weeks of recovery. We're getting there though, one day at a time.
It's been a week since the surgery and Mister seems to be doing just fine, however, his little system is all out of whack. We use to be on a pretty set potty schedule and little Mister would pretty much potty in time he hit the ground. After the surgery, he didn't go at all for the first few days. Then he started pooping A LOT. The good news is he's made it outside all the time. Then he started to pee as well by the beginning of the week. Then starting Wednesday the little bugger decided to pee and poop at the SAME TIME. Um, you can imagine how well that worked, especially with a bum leg. Uh, and he tried it more than once. You can also imagine how much fun it is to carry him back up the stairs. Seriously, dog mom moment.
The staples in his leg should come out sometime next week. Thursday by the latest. Then it's still another two weeks of recovery. We're getting there though, one day at a time.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Another Day, Another Vet Visit
It was back to the vet this morning for Mister and me. I think by now he gets nervous anytime he and Missy are separated. As far as he's concerned, that's when bad things happen. Today the vet took off his bandage and his pain patch. Basically, Mister has replaced his clubbed leg for an iky one. You can see his staples. And this means no messing around. He CANNOT lick his staples. For this dog mom, it also meant a little help from the good doc. We came home with another pill bottle ((three in all)) this one labeled sedative.
I hate to drug Mister. Trust me, I do not like the fact that I have to sedate him but he can't bolt out of his crate every time I open the door. He was holding himself up on two legs and banging around in Missy's crate in the middle of the night! He's also jumped on things which is a HUGE no no for the first two weeks. I needed the sedative to help me get a better handle on him. I might ((key word might)) be better at this if I didn't have crazy Miss too, but let me tell you, no way would this be do-able if I was still working 47 hours a week. I barely slept this weekend, which is fine when you don't have to be on your A game 24/7. I remember when Miss got sick and I could barely hold every thing together, between work, pill time, and school I def didn't sleep that entire week. Waking up in the middle of the night to give her pills was horrible. I was a walking zombie and this will last more than a week.
So now Mister is taking two pills every 12 hours and another pill every 8 hours. I've also been caring him around and singing to him in my attempt to nurse him back to health. I have to take him to the bathroom separate from Missy. He also eats and drinks separately from her. And of course, the Missaroo will not be ignored. She's still getting her very own walk and lots of love and attention too. Needless to say my apartment has turned into a dog daycare and pet hospital. I'm pretty much exhausted and was thankful for my dog mom time to myself at the gym this weekend. The sedative will help make this week a little easier. But I can't tell you how grateful I am that Mister and Missy are dogs, not kids.
I hate to drug Mister. Trust me, I do not like the fact that I have to sedate him but he can't bolt out of his crate every time I open the door. He was holding himself up on two legs and banging around in Missy's crate in the middle of the night! He's also jumped on things which is a HUGE no no for the first two weeks. I needed the sedative to help me get a better handle on him. I might ((key word might)) be better at this if I didn't have crazy Miss too, but let me tell you, no way would this be do-able if I was still working 47 hours a week. I barely slept this weekend, which is fine when you don't have to be on your A game 24/7. I remember when Miss got sick and I could barely hold every thing together, between work, pill time, and school I def didn't sleep that entire week. Waking up in the middle of the night to give her pills was horrible. I was a walking zombie and this will last more than a week.
So now Mister is taking two pills every 12 hours and another pill every 8 hours. I've also been caring him around and singing to him in my attempt to nurse him back to health. I have to take him to the bathroom separate from Missy. He also eats and drinks separately from her. And of course, the Missaroo will not be ignored. She's still getting her very own walk and lots of love and attention too. Needless to say my apartment has turned into a dog daycare and pet hospital. I'm pretty much exhausted and was thankful for my dog mom time to myself at the gym this weekend. The sedative will help make this week a little easier. But I can't tell you how grateful I am that Mister and Missy are dogs, not kids.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Post-Op
Taking care of Mister has been harder than I thought it would be. His bandage runs all the way up his leg and has already fallen pretty far down. He has to wear a cone around his head and all of this has caused him to whine like there's no tomorrow. He's also on two kinds of medication that make his tummy a little upset. I try my best to give him a chance to walk around even if just for a few minutes a night, but even that is difficult.
I've been putting him in the bathroom with me when I get ready in the morning and close Missy out. I also lock her out of the bedroom while I'm getting dressed so Mister can wander around in there with me too. The only other times he really walks is when I take him downstairs to try and go to the bathroom. Needless to say, it has been far from fun for him.
I've also been trying to hold him when I can. I think he feels rather isolated from Missy and me most of the time. He wants so badly to be with us, but he just can't. Last night was the worst! He just whined and cried so much he woke me up three times. I tried my best to at least make him more comfortable or give him something to chew on. It was heartbreaking and annoying. I just wanted to sleep! Plus, Miss and I have already been sleeping on the couch so he won't be out in the dinning room all alone. At least he can see us from where he is in Missy's crate. It will continue on like this for the next couple of weeks. Our next vet appointment is set for tomorrow morning. We'll update you on his status then.
I've been putting him in the bathroom with me when I get ready in the morning and close Missy out. I also lock her out of the bedroom while I'm getting dressed so Mister can wander around in there with me too. The only other times he really walks is when I take him downstairs to try and go to the bathroom. Needless to say, it has been far from fun for him.
I've also been trying to hold him when I can. I think he feels rather isolated from Missy and me most of the time. He wants so badly to be with us, but he just can't. Last night was the worst! He just whined and cried so much he woke me up three times. I tried my best to at least make him more comfortable or give him something to chew on. It was heartbreaking and annoying. I just wanted to sleep! Plus, Miss and I have already been sleeping on the couch so he won't be out in the dinning room all alone. At least he can see us from where he is in Missy's crate. It will continue on like this for the next couple of weeks. Our next vet appointment is set for tomorrow morning. We'll update you on his status then.
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