The Clumsy Side of Missaroo

I so wish I had a picture to go along with this story, but sadly it's just not the case. I thought I would share anyway. Last night on our midnight walk, the Missaroo became very distracted outside one of the apartment complexes down the road. There was a guy getting out of his car to get his mail. She had her head turned staring at him as we walked past. I did my best to keep her chugging along but she wouldn't turn her head and then BAM right into the flag pole she went! I laughed the whole way down the block. She's fine, minus the blow her little doggie pride took. It was truly a fail moment. Oh how I love my Missaroo.

I Finally Caved to that Adorable Face

After a year and two months of a firm no people food, only people crackers for the Missaroo, I caved. She received her first bite of chicken last night. I hope I haven't created a begging monster.

Missy is a Forgiver

The older I get the more I've started to realize there are very few things in life that I'm actually certain about. In fact, there might only be three: Jesus is Lord, my mom will always love me, and dogs are loyal. I was once asked if you were to lock your dog and your boyfriend in the trunk of your car for an hour and then opened it back up which one do you think would still be happy to see you?

 

Apparently everyone I work with was born in March. I've been out quadruple the amount of times as usual in a month. My social life may have picked up a bit for the time being and there's no one less happy about it than the Missaroo. The other night she was thrilled when I came home from the latest birthday bash. She runs around all crazy and jumps on me to do the fast paws, but then I have to head to bed. This is the part that really doesn't go over well with her. She wants to play! I want to sleep! When we did head for bed, she was mad. I can tell because she actually sighs and sleeps at the foot of the bed staring out the window like a bored little kid. But Missy is also quick to forgive. By the time I woke up in the morning we were sleeping back to back. She had forgiven me sometime in the middle of the night.

Relying Too Much on the Missaroo

I think sometimes I rely too heavily on the Missaroo to fill the void of being a single, non-kid woman. I really do think as the Missaroo as my child and the more my heart gets broken, and the more men turn into scum, the more I rely on her to make me feel like a kid-mom. I know that Missaroo leads a pretty good life for an apartment dog. She receives plenty of exercise, goes to the vet regularly, goes to daycare, is groomed, and eats pretty expensive dog food. But am I doing her a disservice by thinking of her as my kid? Does she need to be treated more like a dog?

Now don't get me wrong, she won't be wearing clothes anytime soon, eating off the table, or posing next to me for a Christmas card. ((All things I think are beyond silly)) But when we're curled up together watching TV I'm the happiest. Since Missy is a dog, I'm pretty sure her happiest is on a walk or running around the apartment. I just sometimes wonder if I put too much pressure on her to be more like a kid than a dog, but maybe I'm putting too much pressure on myself to be a more like a kid-mom when all I have is a dog.

A Happy Healthy Missaroo

The Missaroo and I moved to Spokane seven months ago this week. That is very hard to believe for a number of reasons. This month ((I realize there are a few days left and I might be jinxing it)) is only the second month we've been here that Missy hasn't been to the vet. Back in September, she needed a final booster shot for DHP. We drove all the way back to the Tri-Cities for that one. Then we found a new vet and it was a new patient exam and vaccinations for Kennel Cough in October and November.

She took the month of December off before coming down with Kennel Cough in January. The vet also discovered Missy had worms she picked up in the Tri-Cities when we went back for a visit around New Years. A week of medication later and she was finally cleared up but Kennel Cough was scary. She coughed so much the vet was worried she might rip her trachea! She had to be tranquilized to get her to stop. The poor Missaroo never seemed so out of it. She just lay on the bed with her eyes all red and rolled up in her head. It was definitely a scary dog mom moment for me.

Then in February her rabies vaccination was up and it was back to the vet. I'm hoping for both my wallet and her well being this is it for a while. All of the vet visits also reaffirmed the "thank God she is not a child" thought. I'd be filing for bankruptcy if I had to take a two year old to the doctor that much. And of course like any good dog mom I have all of Missy's vet bills and records on hand and organized in a binder. I love my Missaroo and I'm glad this month has been a happy, healthy one for both of us.... knock on wood.

Does Missaroo Know She's a Girl Dog?

This might seem like an irrelevant question to ask, but it's been something I've wondered for quite some time. I've written before about how Missy likes to play aggressively. She also enjoys barking and spazing out around other dogs. She's happy to play bite and be wrestled to the ground. Not very lady like of her. That's when I wonder, are all female dogs like this or does Miss have a bit of an identity crisis going on? If there's one thing I've never claimed to be in this blog it's an expert on dogs.

But then the Missaroo has a change of heart. Along with the sad face she also works the eyelashes better than I can. And she has some great, short lashes that almost make her look like she has makeup on up close. She is a very beautiful dog. Then Missaroo also knows how to work the men. They instantly fall in love with her and tell me what an adorable dog I have. Sometime I wish she'd let me in on her secret.

So here's what I've decide not only does Missy "get" that she is in fact a girl dog, she's the best kind of girl there is. The Missaroo is smart, adorable, beautiful, strong, and a survivor. ((She did hold her own on the streets of Pasco for God knows how long)) She can play rough and have a great time but she's also so sweet and loves to smile. She's what all girls should be. I like to think she gets it from me, I mean I am the dog mom after all, but like most adoption situations once again it's the parent who's learning from the "child." Oh that Missaroo!

Enough with the Sad Face Missaroo

Almost every activity that keeps the Missaroo entertained involves me exerting energy. I only have so much of that these days. The recent two weeks of stress and worry have taken their toll on me. To top it all off another weird work schedule change isn't helping my energy level. Don't get me wrong, the Missaroo is still getting her hour long walk and numerous potty breaks a day, but after a long walk I'm done for. Typing this post is painful. So Missy sits in the house and stares at me with the sad face. Sometimes she wines and barks on top of it. It's more than one dog mom can take. The hardest part about playing any type of game with Miss is she needs constant interaction from you. You cannot just throw the tennis ball, have her fetch, and then throw it again. It doesn't work that easily. With Missaroo you throw, then chase, then wrestle said tennis ball away from her. It's exhausting! Today I just couldn't do it. My legs and arms hurt. I tried to tell her, enough with the sad face Missaroo, but once again noise was all she heard. Thank goodness it's at least sunny out. That might by me a few minutes here and there of balcony patrol. I just can't take the sad face but I'm too tired to do a whole lot about it.