Come On, You Know You Want a Cat

June is adopt a cat month! All the more reason Missaroo and I should expand our family right? Well for those of you who can, seriously consider looking into adopting a cat. Cats stay in shelters and kennels much longer than dogs do. They are harder to adopt out and many more are killed because no one wanted them. When I looked up cats to add to Missy's facebook page, there were nearly 2,000 cats in Washington State on Petfinder alone! Also, if you will consider adopting a cat, and by adopting I mean saving a life, look at the older adult cats first. Those kittens will find homes just because they have cute faces, but the adult cats are closer to death row. As much as I shouldn't be, Missaroo and I are looking into taking a cat who's owner can't take care of him anymore. The thought of that cat dying because I didn't do anything breaks my heart. Just take a look, do it for the Missaroo and me. Please.

Well the Good News Is No More Pooping Problems

Yep you guessed it, Another GROSS blog headed your way. Just be glad there are no pictures.

So the rain has been getting us down, BIG TIME. I hate staying inside all day and even when I don't really want to walk the Missaroo it does make me feel better. Yesterday, I was having a depression hurts the Missaroo kinda day and we really didn't walk too much although she did enjoy the balcony. Today the rain is back.

I decided the rain wasn't going to get the best of again though. We would beat the rain by taking a walk inside Petco instead. We made sure to poop before we left and then headed off in the car for the store. We walked up and down each aisle, saying hello to the other creatures, and sniffing around as much as we could. We were making our final rounds when Missy squatted on the floor and Peed. Whoops! I forgot she hadn't peed before we went inside. So I'm standing there, looking for a doggie clean up station or an employee. I find the most disgruntled looking one around of course and chased after her yelling "Excuse me" to which I get the reply of "Yeah?" "My dog just had an accident, do you have a clean up station?" She points behind her and I grab the entire roll of paper towels and the spray cleaner. Missy is pretty embarrassed at this point and it's hard to get her back to her spot. I reassure her it's ok and that she's a good girl.

It seems like it takes forever and most of the roll to clean it up. And of course the spray bottle is pretty much empty. Then we trek over to the garbage can and I use way too much hand sanitizer. We finish our walk and then head back out. As we're walking to the car I realize, OH NO she has to poop. And she has to poop now. No grass anywhere. We RUN across the parking lot to try and find anything close to resembling grass and make it there just in time. This is really starting to defeat the purpose of walking inside the store. Like any good dog mom I pulled out a poopy bag from my pocket to clean up after her. We're both soaked by the time I clip her into the backseat.

The good news is she pooped twice in less than an hour, so my fears from last night are gone and covered with dog mom embarrassment moments. Also, if things went as planned, what on earth would be blog about? I mean this is about our miss-adventures for a reason.

A Missaroo Freak Out

Missaroo FREAKS OUT sometimes. Gee I wonder where she gets that from. This is a pint sized Missaroo freak out, but a freak out nonetheless. So I thought I'd share a little bit of what the neighbors and I go through every couple of minutes. Enjoy!

Worry Wort

Ok, It's 10:00 pm and I've just spent the last hour FREAKING OUT about the Missaroo's health.

WARNING: If you don't have a pet or a kid you might find this blog beyond gross.

When we went for our potty walk tonight, Missaroo had trouble pooping. She's never really had trouble before, she's pretty darn regular, although she is picky about where to go. Tonight she squatted way longer than normal. I was a tad concerned and took an extra close look at her droppings. Seemed ok, but something I was definitely going to keep my eye on. Then we came home and she did something she's NEVER done before. She scooted her bottom across the floor! OH NO YOU DIDN'T JUST DO THAT! Uh, oh! I thought the Missaroo might be sick. And then I kept thinking about how I've been twittering a lot lately that's she's been peeing more often. It wasn't long before I was in "concerned" dog mom mode.

"Her nose is wet, she must be fine" I kept telling myself. But just in case I wrote "call vet" on my to do list for tomorrow. Never hurts to ask right. But I was curious and worried so I did what any good 21st century mom would do, I went searching for answers on the Internet. I literally typed in "Webmd for dogs" and by golly Webmd's page on dogs popped up! I started to look up what little symptoms she had. It wasn't long before I was in "sheer panic, I don't know anything about raising a dog" dog mom mode.

Missy hacks a lot so I looked up gaging. Turns out she could get a foreign object stuck in her throat. There were instructions on what to do if she can't breathe and collapses! What!?! I never thought about that. There were also lists of symptoms I didn't even know how to check for. OMG I thought! She could have a painful abdomen or an irregular heart beat and I'd never know it. I almost cried at how unprepared I felt. But first things first, lets figure out what the pooping thing is all about.

Basically it told me, wait a day and see if it continues. Oh yeah right, after reading all of the things she could have that I don't know about. No Thanks. Step number two was check out her butt. Gross I know, but I convinced myself this was life or death. Must look at her butt. I can do this. She is my kid after all and real kid moms sometimes stick thermometers up their kids' butts, I could at least look at Missy's right. So I tried.

I thought, maybe if I give her a treat, while she eats it I'll look. GREAT in theory. HORRIBLE in reality. Missy was basically like, "Hey, get away from my butt, mom." About 8 treats later, lots of circling each other, some crawling on the floor, and finally Missy bolting for underneath the bed, I still have no idea what her butt looks like. Dog mom fail. :/

I'm pretty sure she's fine. She's sleeping in her doggie bed at the moment, and by golly her nose is wet! I'll still call the vet first thing in the morning and just ask their opinion on the situation. I probably wouldn't be so freaked out if it weren't for Webmd and the fact that Missy had Kennel Cough. That was SUPER scary and that time I did cry. As always I'll keep you posted and try to calm my dog mom worry wort fears.

Grams is Coming to Town

My mom is flying into Spokane next week, just in time for my birthday! Missaroo is going to be pretty darn happy, but she's also going to have to learn to behave. Like any good grandma, my mom 1) doesn't want to be called grandma, so we'll go with grams. and 2) gives Missy things I don't approve of.

Last time my mom came, she fed Missy pretzels and Fritos. I was FURIOUS. She almost got away with it too, but unfortunately for Grams we all know what a hoarder Missy is and it use to be much worse. Missy would stash the "treats" in her crate and then eat them later, like when I was around to catch her. Oh Grams!

Another reason Missy loves Grams is because they both love to walk. Missaroo won't be spending a lot of time in her crate either. She'll be loose and fancy free with Grams while I'm at work. Plus, I'm taking vacation to spend time with both of them.

But Grams also promises to muzzle the Missaroo. Missy barks NON-STOP in the car, and well Grams just isn't going to put up with that. It might be a good thing, since I can't seem to get the Missaroo to behave, maybe Grams will be better about laying down the law. Either way, we're both looking forward to her visit even though Missy doesn't yet realize Grams is coming to town.

In Over Our Heads

Some days I think Missaroo and I are in over our heads. We have a blog, two twitter accounts, a facebook page, and a facebook group; all of which we maintain pretty much everyday. And of course be we I mean me. Now don't get me wrong, Missy is the star of the show and my world. But she's just living out the adventures by being her. I'm the one who decided we needed to document them all.

I almost feel a little like Kate Gosslin, you know from "Jon and Kate Plus 8" on TLC? Ok, I feel like Kate minus 8 kids, a mid-life crisis having ex-husband, and a boat load of money. So how am I feeling like Kate? Because I'm creating adventures for Missaroo in order to blog about them, which I think is great for her actually. So what they took their kids to certain places because it made for good TV? The point is two loving parents took their kids somewhere fun and spent time with them, who cares why. Now, I'm not going to even touch the part about whether the kids should be on TV at such a young age without really having a say or the debacle of the show once the parents started a tabloid feud. I'm talking about why they took their kids places on the show, not the rationale behind the show. So before you start writing me hate mail let me compare it to Missy.

If it weren't for the blog, page, group, and twitter account we probably would not of had any Best Buds Days. I thought of it to give us something to share, pictures to take, stories to write. I kind of forced the adventure. But it was fun! For both of us. It really made me accountable too. There were moments on Best Buds Days when I would find myself getting upset, or wanting to yell at Miss, but then I thought NO! It's Best Buds Day, we're having fun, WE ARE DOING THIS NO MATTER WHAT! And I stuck to it, because the blog held me accountable.

And that is ultimately what keeps me going, the Missaroo. Sometimes I think, is this too much? Is this taking time away from her? Is this endeavour something anybody but us cares about? Are we really making an impact in any way? But then I think about our little forced adventures and I realize none of those questions really matter at the end of the day. If there is a yes in there, GREAT! but totally a bonus. The point is, I'm spending time with Missaroo, I'm healing my broken heart, and I'm finding a new way to occupy my time. Yes, we are getting pretty deep and I'm not sure if I could allow myself to turn around. But as long as I remember, our blog statement, "this is all about the most adorable dog in the world, Missaroo" I guess it's ok that we are in over our heads.

Go, Missy, Go!

Another great feature of our Spokane apartment, is more space. Missy can actually kick up her heels a tiny bit and run around. She doesn't have that much space, but what she has she uses.
Missy will sometimes feel the need to run for it and she tares through the apartment. Of course, like any good dog mom I encourage her with my "go, Missy, go" chant. Now what you're about to watch usually goes on for a bit longer, but like most of my picture/video capturing experiences with her, she became a bit camera shy.