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Showing posts with label pet story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pet story. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Puppy Scissor Teeth

Give Maggie May a rawhide or a bone, and she looks at me like "Well, I'm supposed to chew on that. That kinda takes the fun outta it Mom."

Reasons we should buy penny stocks in doggy chew-toy producers:
1. Cords which have been the victim of the Puppy-Scissor-Teeth include - a lamp cord, a power saw cord, an extension cord, and our air conditioner cord (Don't freak out - ALL of these items were unplugged when they fell victim)

2. Other items which have been eaten by Miss Maggie May include:
A 2X2 board (chewed it right in half)
Mommy's favorite and warmest gloves
A pair of Mommy's boots
Three towels (they look like they were attacked by the largest moth invasion ever)
Several Tupperware containers
One Cicada (Yes, she ate a giant bug - right in front of me - it was lovely)
One pillow case (during the trip to move here - my dad and I told Hubs that we accidentally snagged it on something so the puppy wouldn't be in trouble hehe)
Several pair of shoe/boot strings (slices them right in half)
One beanbag chair (her most recent 'kill')
One pair of Mommy's sweatpants (darnit, they were sexy too)
Several ink pens
One dead baby snapping turtle (I have no idea where she found it - I just saw her running around with these little feet sticking out of her mouth)
One mole (she didn't eat it... just found it and put it in her mouth until Mommy pried her jaws apart)
A pair of Mommy's slippers
One end table leg

There are probably many more items that I am forgetting.
No, I am not a horrible dog-mommy, who lets my puppy run around chewing on and eating things she shouldn't. She's quick and she's sneaky (and those teeth are like weapons!). We've learned that we must puppy-proof every room before she can come in. We've also learned that nothing is safe... nothing. Monday night, she was trying to chew on the metal sink base!

Guess what she got for her birthday? Yep - chew toys! (But those won't be nearly as much fun, because she's allowed to chew on those)

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The Rescue Day

I was sorting, packing, cleaning, stressing, and going insane trying to prepare for and move 750 miles away to a new state. Life was as busy and stressful as it could possibly be...
and then, I received a phone call from my dad's girlfriend (I call her 'Mama' - that's another story for another day).

When I answered the phone, I heard, "Misty, there's a lady here telling me that she needs to find a home for a 10 week old puppy and..."

I interrupted, "No way! There's absolutely no way I could be working with and training a puppy right now! I'm packing and sorting, and then there's the 750 mile drive. I just can't do it! So... ummmm... what kind of puppy is it?"

Mama excitedly replies, "But Misty! It's a Border Collie puppy, and she has to find it a new home! Otherwise, I don't know what she's going to do with it. Your dad and I can babysit if you have errands you need to do while preparing for the move. And, we'll find a crate for the puppy to travel in." (Is she good or what? Does she know how to get to me, or what?)

Border Collie puppy... needs new home... 10 weeks old... No - no - no I can't do it... just can't! I came up with all kinds of excuses and she shot them all down. (Yeah Mama, you're smooth)

I said one final - I just don't think I could do it right now, before hanging up the phone, because Mama had to get back to work.

I told Hubs about it, and laughed, "Yeah, like I need a puppy right now with everything else going on! I wonder what it looks like though... I wonder why she's getting rid of a 10-week old innocent puppy..." About that time, I noticed Hubs looking at me with that all-knowing and amused grin, "It's killing you, isn't it Misty? You want to go running and grab that puppy right up, don't you? Misty can't resist or turn down a dog, especially a dog in need."

"No!" I defended my abilities to stay strong, "No, I told her I couldn't do it. I don't want a puppy right now. I'd be crazy to get a puppy right now. I was simply just wondering about the details, that's all."

The rest of the day, I continued to wonder. So, I called Mama...
"OK, I HAVE to know why this lady is getting rid of a 10 week old puppy! I mean, she couldn't have had it long... what? About two weeks? Why is she getting rid of it? I must know."

Mama laughs, "I knew you'd call back."

"Oh yeah, just hush... so tell me why."

"Because she has a two year old toddler, and when the toddler pulls on the puppy's tail or hair, the puppy pulls the toddlers hair. So, she doesn't think it's fair to keep screaming at the puppy and the toddler all the time. So, she has to get rid of the puppy."

Me - "I have to go." Could not hear anymore... that would cause me to... NO - I did NOT need a puppy.

Hours passed and Hubs and I were watching TV, when I heard a truck pull in our drive. I instantly knew who it was (that sneaky little Mama!). I ran outside in my purple-fuzzy slippers and ran to the truck to hug my daddy. On the truck seat, between my dad and Mama, was this little black and white (and absolutely adorable) fur-ball. Seriously, that's what it was... a furball... with the cutest little face ever...
Yeah, not only did I totally melt, but so did Hubs.

My dad just kept repeating, "I told her not to bring that puppy home. I told her that you had too much going on. I told her that she shouldn't bring it home... And then, she brought it home, and I looked at that face, and I said - Oh man, Misty will never be able to resist this!"

Well seriously - who could??? The face... the soft puppy fuzz... the sweet puppy breath... the little puppy kisses... one ear standing up and the other one down. Yeah, that puppy totally knew she was cute - and she knew how to use it.

* More stories to come - along with party favors and treats. So, grab yourself a piece of cake and enjoy (Don't worry we have LOTS of cake - we won't run out) *

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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Dog Day Without Dad


Hubs went to a farm sale today with his brother-in-law. That's great with me - I'm glad they are hanging out together and enjoying each other's company in the negative-umpteen below zero temperatures - yup, go ahead guys have a great time!. However, Tag (HIS and only his dog) is NOT happy that 'Dad' left without him. I wake up... just get a cup of coffee... say "bye"... Hubs pulls out the drive... Tag commences acting as if he is being murdered. Literally - murdered. He paced... he cried... he did his normal "heh heh hehehehehehmmmmmmmmmmm" (which is REALLY annoying by the way)... and then - then - he started doing this doggie-scream!

I'm telling you... it was a scream. I could hear him screaming "oh Dear Doggie-Gods, my Daddy has lllllleft me! He went to work without me - I just know it! Oh Dear Doggie-Gods ppppppplease make this house explode right now so I can go running down the road at warp speed to convince my Dad to take me with him! Pppppppplease! Dog-nabit House - blow up!"

It was honestly the most pitiful and flipping annoying thing (remember, I just woke up) - Even Molly and the puppy were looking at him like "Dude! Take a chill-pill already! He'll be back for crying out loud! Man have you got issues!"

I tried explaining to the unreasoning, compulsive, psychotic, obsessed dog that his Daddy honestly did NOT go to work without him (You see, this is truly Tag's concern. Tag. Must. Work. - Molly and Maggie just want to live, eat, be loved, and play. But Tag - Tag. Must. Work! Tag will give up any of the necessities in life so that he can be 'working').

I explained, "Taggy, Bubby-Boy - listen to me. Daddy did NOT go to work! Daddy went somewhere where there are a bunch of people. Oh yeah! You do NOT like people, do ya Tag?!?! Remember how much you hate non-daddy humans??? Nope- you don't like people, and they don't like you! So, ya see - it's a doggone good thing you didn't go. You just stay here with Mommy for today! OK then" - Commence doggie pacing, barking, yelping, whining, and screaming... again... ALL day long! This type of carrying on makes it extremely hard to keep from completely losing your cool concentrate, research eco products ,and continue with your normal daily activities. Trust me - it is enough to initiate a severe migraine and cause the blood vessels in your head to explode quite distracting.

When we went outside in the negative temperatures, I opened the door to the building and showed Tag... "See Bubby! The skid-loader! It's in there... all safe and sound... not started up or performing work. You love that skid-loader, don't you? You see Daddy's truck with the trailer hooked on it, Bub?? See! I told you Daddy wasn't working! He's hanging out around a bunch of people. Remember how you hate people?!?! See, I told ya! Come on - let's go back inside where it's warm!" (commence pacing, whining, and the 'heh heh heeeeeh hmmmm heeeeeemmmmmmmm' - but, luckily, no more doggy-screamin').

The words 'issues' or 'obsessed' do not even begin to describe my Hub's boy. If he knows Hubs is far away and not coming back for a good, long while - then that dog will take care of me - he'll watch over me - he senses when I'm sick - he cuddles with me - he protects me - he OBEYS me - he truly, truly LOVES me. If Hubs is within -ohhhhh I'd say.... 700 miles - Tag looks at me like "Who the heck do you think you are? My Dad is ALL that matters, Woman!"

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Friday, February 15, 2008

Puppy Perfume

(c) Misty DawnS

Oh my DAWG! Did you hear what happened? Mommy is NOT very pleased - I am just really thankful it wasn't me (giggle bark, giggle bark... howl) - it was that crazy puppy!




Picture it (cuz you sure as heck don't wanna smell it!!!)...
I went to sleep after 2 a.m. because I was gossiping with Tammy blog hopping intellectually stimulating my mind...
At 5 a.m., I am awakened to a horrendously nasty odor filling my nostrils...
I lie there wondering - "Did I leave the crock pot on and the house is on fire?" (aren't you impressed with my lack of racing out the door nekkid, rather, I just lay there and wonder if I'm going to go up in flames... hmmmm
Finally, I think - "SKUNK!!! I smell skunk. Yep, there must be one outside. But wait, why the heck am I smelling it inside?"
I trudge out to the living room where Hubs in lying with his face stuffed as far into the couch cushion as he can possible get it.
"Hubs?"
I hear a very muffled "hmmm?"
"Hubs, is there a skunk outside?"
Hubs rolls over, coughs a bit, and asks, "Why? Can you smell it?"
Ummmm - if you are asking if my brain is swirling and getting dizzy from the horrible stench - then, yes, I can smell it!
Hubs replies "Oh." and proceeds to shove his face back into the couch cushion.
I shrug and go back to bed. Within minutes, Hubs is standing there - "I can't sleep in there! It stinks!"
"Hubs? What is going on?"
"The puppy got sprayed by a skunk."
"And you let her in the HOUSE???"
"I didn't know she had been sprayed, I just thought there was a skunk outside. As soon as I smelled it, I took her back out to the equipment building."
Commence Google searches for how to get rid of skunk stench!
Never a dull moment, I tell ya.

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