That Time I Got Ground & #DoggieDaddyProblems

Hi everyone!  Sorry I've been gone so long.  A few weeks ago Daddy was taking me for a walk.  We weren't even a minute into it when I was itchy.  I shook my head to get rid of the itch and my collar fell off.  I didn't notice until Daddy said my name.  His voice sounded funny, kind of like it gets when he panics.  Well, it only took me a few seconds to realize I wasn't on my leash anymore.  I WAS FREE!!!  I looked back at Daddy and happily trotted off to play.  I heard him calling my name but I ignored him.  I'm not a little girl anymore - I can take care of myself!  I ran around looking for squirrels.  They're fun to play with and Daddy doesn't let me chase them too much when he's with me.  A few times I looked over at Daddy.  He was trying to get me to come back by running in the opposite direction, calling my name, screaming the word treat. Are you kidding me?  That's pup stuff!  I'm a big girl! The squirrels got boring so I scampered closer to the house, still avoiding Daddy.  The neighbors were driving their van and I wanted to say hi so I got close to the driver's side door and jumped up and down.  Hello! Hi! How are you!  They weren't interested in me, but they did stop driving.  Hmm, I wonder why?  Then I saw another car and went to play with it. All of a sudden I didn't see or hear Daddy anymore. Oh well, I'm having fun!  Then I heard a loud sound, that unmistakable sound of milk bones in the box! A whole box shaking for me!  Well, I obviously came running around the corner and saw Daddy with the box of Scooby Snacks that he keeps on the fridge.  He was calling my name and dumping the treats all over the ground! Well, I wasn't going to let those treats go to waste!

Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I started eating one I felt his hand on my collar.  Busted.

Daddy was really, really mad.  I don't think I've ever seen him like that.  As soon as Mommy came home he told her what I did and she was disappointed in me.  I avoided Daddy for the rest of the day.  Later Mommy told me that Daddy wasn't upset, he was scared.  She said when I ran off Daddy was scared that I wouldn't come back or something bad would happen to me. She said that Daddy got really worried when I was playing with the cars because he thought I was going to get hit.  That's why he quickly ran inside to get the treats.  He knew I couldn't resist them.

They grounded me for two weeks.  I couldn't go online, play with Mommy's iPad, or use the Wii.  They tried to take away my television privileges as well, but it is right across from my crate so whenever they watch TV I can, too.

Daddy is much better now.  He doesn't take me outside without a harness on.  If he does it's only so I can go pee pee before sleepy.

He also won't take me and Lily for a walk together anymore.  After we do our business we always end up rolling around playing.  I don't know why Daddy gets mad, we're just playing!  He tried to explain to me that it is hard for him to get us back to the house when we're rolling around on the ground and that sometimes it hurts him when we both pull really hard.  I think the breaking point was when one of us slammed into him and took his leg out from under.  Lucky for us he didn't fall down.  That would've been bad. Sometimes when Daddy takes me for a walk by myself Lily cries.  Today Daddy suited me up and then put Lily in her crate.  We went outside and Daddy told me to wait.  Daddy stood by the open window.  We waited until she started crying.  He said, "Lily, quiet," and she stopped crying.  After that I got to go on my walk!

The other day Daddy took out my old harness and tried it on Lily.  He was really happy when it fit because Lily got bigger and is strong. She drags Daddy outside almost as much as I do. I don't mean to be a bad influence, I just want to go outside and explore! I want to smell all the smells and sniff out things that I don't know about! I want to frolic in the fields and roll around in the cool grass.  One time Daddy took Lily outside and as soon as they were out the door Lily saw a squirrel and bolted after it.  Daddy had a red welt on his hand for a few days from the leash.

Today Daddy was on his computer and I wanted to go outside.  He told me I had to wait because he was saving doggies like me.  I couldn't argue with that so I snoozed until he was ready to go.

   

Daisy's Weekend Roundup: Dog Park, Class, and Pee!

                                                                                                                                                                                                      Hi everyone, how was your weekend?  Mine was good.  Saturday morning Mommy took me and Lily to the Lowell dog park.  It's not as big as the one in Derry, NH (that's my favorite) but it is MUCH closer and saves Mommy gas so she can buy me lots of presents.  And there is still room for me to run around and catch tennis balls.  I especially like to pick up a Frisbee and walk around with it.  Mommy can throw a Frisbee well, but Daddy isn't much of a Frisbee thrower.  I usually just wait until the ones he throws hit the ground and then I grab them.  Anyway, after the park we went home to get Daddy out of bed and to put Lily in her crate.  Why? Because I had my agility class to get to!

    

When Mommy and Daddy first adopted me I chewed a hole in the living room rug.  Hee hee, thinking about that makes me giggle.  I would never do that now!  Mommy signed me up for puppy class at the PetSmart in Nashua right away.  That's where we met Aunt Melanie.  She's not really related to me but she's as close to me as any relative I have.  Thanks to her I passed beginner, intermediate, and advanced classes and I am a certified Canine Good Citizen. The class I am in now is just for fun.  It's super tough!  First you have to go through a scary tunnel with a parachute at the end.  You can't even see out the other side! It took me a long time to get through, but I did it! Then I have to weave in and out of sticks shooting up from the ground.  After that I have to stay for 5 seconds then go over to the seesaw.  I tried it for the first time and it was SCARY! It makes a loud noise whenever a dog goes over it and we were sitting right next to it.  I did not like that one bit.  After that is the jump.  Now, I know I'm part greyhound, but I prefer to keep all four feet on the floor, thankyouverymuch!  Aunt Melanie even tempted me with a whole stick of pupperoni!  Eventually Daddy had to scoop me up and toss me over.  That's fine by me!  But wait, there's more.  After THAT I have to jump through a hula hoop that is half a foot off the ground! Can you even believe it?  Daddy had to send me through that one, too.  I really did try my hardest, but that stuff is really difficult.  I'd rather watch TV and chew a rawhide.   

 

     The rest of the weekend I spent at home with my foster sister, Lily.  She really likes to hang out with me.  If Mommy or Daddy takes me outside to go to the bathroom without her, she cries until I come back in.  Daddy usually takes us for walks together during the day.  I think he does it because it's less stressful for everyone involved. We play with my toys together and wrestle.  Sometimes Mommy and Daddy have to lift their legs in the air so they aren't hit by doggie limbs!

    Because Lily is still learning she sometimes pees on the floor.  Mommy and Daddy are really good about it.  They don't yell or call her a bad dog, they just calmly take her outside in case she has more left to go and then when they come back in they clean up the mess.  I remember when I had accidents, it is no fun!  Hopefully by hanging out with me Lily will quickly learn only to go to the bathroom outside. Well, that's all for now.  I gotta go lay out on the porch with the few precious hours of sun I have left! 

  

Daisy's First Blog

Hey everyone, Daisy here.  I've never blogged before so please be patient. You might think I'm a little young to be an internet blogger.  Well, I am.  But what I have to say is very important.
     I don't remember living anywhere but with my Mommy and Daddy and my big brother Porkchop.  He's a cat, but he's a cool cat so I love him in spite of his species.  Anyway, I've always known I was adopted.  I've heard my parents tell me a hundred times about seeing a picture of me on the internet and falling in love.  They didn't think I'd still be available because I was so gosh darn cute, but I was!  I came to them from Tennessee on a big transport bus with a lot of other dogs.  Mommy and Daddy were both really anxious to meet me.  Daddy had a stomachache for 10 whole days before my transport arrived!  They picked me up in a Walmart parking lot. At first Mommy thought they forgot me because the men who drove the truck didn't
recognize my name - that's because I slept the whole way there! Maybe that's why I don't remember much.  It wasn't until I was much older that I realized I was a rescue pup.
In Tennessee where I was born I was in a litter of four.  I don't know anything about my siblings except that at least two were adopted before me.  Maybe we'll meet at a convention someday.
    Anyway, on to why I'm blogging.  I said it was important, and it is. After rescuing me my Mommy belonged to all sorts of dog rescue groups on Facebook. Everyday she would read about bad things happening to all these dogs and puppies and she would cry a lot.  I knew she was sad and licked her face.  Finally Mommy decided that she couldn't keep on crying like that and had to do something, something that would make a difference to all the dogs out there like me.
   She couldn't do it alone.  We had a family meeting and Mommy and Daddy told Porkchop and I that we were going to foster a puppy. They said we would try it out and if it didn't work we would stop, but we were committing ourselves to whatever puppy we got.
    In just about three short months our family has fostered eight dogs.  Some of them I liked better than others, but they were all my friends.
   My Daddy thought it was important for people to know about how many dogs are killed every day because there just isn't any room for them. Mommy thought I should be the one to tell them because I'm a rescue dog, too.
   So here I am, my very first blog.  I hope you'll join me and my family on this journey.  We're sure to meet some friends along the way!