Wednesday, January 31, 2007
I feel really guilty about telling you 'Finders Keepers - Losers Weepers' about the purple football. You can have it back. I haven't even chewed on it. I will give it to you when I see you. It isn't nice to keep things that belong to others and it is your football. Sorry, I sounded ugly.
My carpet is dry and it doesn't smell bad either. I can't figure it out! It looks fluffy and clean. Mom has been home a lot more lately. I get to go outside more often and I can lay beside her when she knits or uses the computer. When she does leave, she doesn't lock me in the kitchen. That is pretty nice because I can look out the front window and bark anytime I want.
Mom told me that you got a crib for the baby that will be coming to your house soon. How is the baby going to get there Hershey? Do babies drive like people do? Mom told that it is your job to keep Nixon from sleeping in the crib. Is that true? Do you need me to come help you?
Gotta go bark. Someone is walking past my house.
Monday, January 29, 2007
P.S. They have purple squirrels at Busy Buddy. We have to tell Ivy!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
I don't have a picture of this but I am really getting neglected by my Mom and this knitting. Knitting, knitting, knitting ... it is all she has done this weekend, I tell you! Tonight I just got up in her face under the knitting and said "Hey, remember ME? Pay attention to ME!" Mom's hands were on the knitting and so could not take a picture. She did put the knitting down and pet me a little..... but just a a little.
Tomorrow is the first day Mom does not have to go to work. I wonder what we will do????
Friday, January 26, 2007
It is not a while box of rawhides for me to eat all by myself.
It is not a visit from Hershey, although she says he will come see me soon.
Wowie zowie .... I finally get my Mom back. She says she may get another job in a few months because I may need more money for dog cookies. What a wonderful surprise. She is excited about taking some time off and getting some things in order. She is excited about going to see Hershey and she is excited about knitting. I sure hope she does not knit this for me. Yikes.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I did not throw up today. Mom bought me a bed from Target. She said it was only $9.99. It isn't really even big enough for me! Maybe it has to do with one more day???????? Oh well, I better go to bed so that one more day will be over quicker.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
This morning my Mom said something weird to me when she locked me in the kitchen. She said "Only three more days Copper.... only three more." What do you think she means dogfriends?
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Sunday, January 14, 2007
This family has had their share of furkids .... or scalekids in the case of the fish. They have had hamsters, and fish and a couple of rabbits. The hamsters were fun. The girl in the family really wanted them and as I remember from the story, got them as a present. They were supposed to be two boys but turned out indeed to be a girl and a boy and so successfully introduced the two humans kids to the "birds and the bees". The kids found that the hamsters ran around in their cages at night and made so much noise that they had to live in another room a lot of the time so that the kids could sleep. The hamsters raised a couple of litters of little hamsters that grew up and went away to pet stores and soon they had separate accommodations and lived solitary lives until they went to hamster heaven. The boy won a goldfish at the school carnival that lived several years as a solitary fish!!!! The rabbits were fun for a couple of weeks but after that they were kind of a pain. They were somewhat wild and were too much for the kids to handle. They scratched them because they did not really want to be held, and because they scratched, no one wanted to handle them often enough to get them used to being handled. If they got away, it was impossible to catch them because the family did not have a fenced in yard then. So, they soon went away to live at a farm.
The human kids were old enough now for a dog and asked for one often, particularly the human girl. When the girl human was in the fourth grade, her teacher was a very big fan of dogs and this only served to fan the flame of the girl humans desire for a dog of her own. So one day Santa Claus brought the boy and girl a wiggly brown dachshund puppy. Now, I know that people discourage Santa from bringing puppies and kittens to people for Christmas but this was planned and executed well and made the best Christmas ever for two little kids. The kids had just watched a Haley Mills movie and decided to name the puppy Haley. Then, because it was Christmas, quickly changed it to Holly.
Holly was the perfect dog. She ran after the kids and played with them in the woods behind the house (where I am not allowed, I might add!) She had a great sense of smell and could track the kids from the house and find where they were playing in the woods. She went camping in the neighbors yard with the boy and ate marshmallows and hot dogs off the ground (Hey, I never get to do that!) She jumped in the creek and swam down the creek to follow the boy when he ran along side it because she could not make it through the brush. She had scars on her chest from her adventures with the boy.
She would let the girl dress her in doll clothes and in costumes at Halloween. She went to a pet show with the girl and wore a blue bow around her neck. She would sleep with the kids every night and especially loved slumber parties where she could sleep in the sleeping bag of every child throughout the night. She would lay next to them 24/7 if they were sick. She understood what it meant when Mom or Dad said "Go wake up _____." and would go upstairs and jump in that kid's bed and lick them and wake them up. She waited up for them when they went on dates.
She would go on long car rides to Grammy and Grandaddy's house and chew on purple monster in the car most of the way. She had her own little dufflebag and knew she was going too when her duffle bag came out of the closet. When she was there, she barked at their many squirrels and scratched up her chest hunting the lizards in their rock garden.
She had managed to get her two kids through college and had gotten them both married. In the meantime, I (Copper) came along and was adopted because my Mom knew it was going to be be hard for her to let Holly go. We never played much togther but she grew to like my company, even if my puppyness irritated her a lot of the time.
She had bladder stones and got urinary tract infections, but an expensive canned dog food managed that problem well. She developed cloudy eyes and started to not see well. She put on some weight, as dachshunds are prone to do, and we later discovered it was probably due to a malfunctioning thyroid. Medication for her thyroid was needed now. She eventually got skin problems that were insurmountable and memory problems that combined with her now almost non-existence eyesight and lack of hearing and old age (15) made her not a dog anymore, but an addled, confused, sick animal who was scared and hurting and afraid all of the time. She got lost in the house and didn't respond to us in any way, except to be afraid when you surprised her by coming near her. It was terribly sad, in the end, to continually see her with her nose pointed into yet another corner of some room, stuck there and unable to think of how to get out. It was just too sad for us to watch.
Miss Cindy finally put Holly to sleep one day about sunset, on her own front porch, in her own front yard and she is buried not far from the porch where we can all be close to her. The plaque says "Good Girl" because that is how the family used to praise her. She was indeed a "Good Girl."
She loved to be covered up, especially in cold weather.
I am a year old and Holly is 14 in this picture.
Visiting Grammy and Grandaddy at Christmas. She couldn't find her way around the house. She was tired and even though this was right by the front door, she just laid down and went to sleep right in a busy spot.
Towards the end at about 15.
Rest in peace Holly. You were a good girl.
Dogfriends - As an aid to other old dogs and to honor Holly, please feel free to copy and paste the hint about scents in the entry below titled "For doggies who can't see very well anymore." and post it on your site.
It is a hint worth passing around. Thanks.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Janaury 11, 2007
Blind dogs rely on smelling and hearing to make their way in the world. Here's how you can take advantage of Fido's keenest sense. Bumping into things and having trouble navigating is not uncommon for dogs who are vision-impaired. You can minimize mishaps and make getting around a lot easier by marking each area of the house with a different scent, using pinecones, candles, or air fresheners to create a sniffable map of his surroundings. Try a drop of vanilla extract by his food and water dishes, a spot of peppermint essential oil on his bed, and your favorite potpourri by the door you use when taking him out for walks.
Meet Ginger. She's my new girlfriend. Miss Cindy, my doctor, gave her to me! She is so pretty ..... and she SQUEAKS! Mom says I can't demolish her. This is what her tag says:
Kinda sounds like a description of me!
Ok, enough pictures Mom ... she's mine!
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Yesterday my Mom came home from running errands and she told me a story. She said she went to Petsmart to use a $2 coupon that was about to expire (she bought me treats!) and she saw a beautiful dog..... actually two beautiful dogs. The first one was beautiful brown dachshund. He had a dappled coat and he was very interested in everything in the store. (I would have been interested in everything in the store if she had taken me!)
Then she saw a big beautiful dog like she had seen in dog blogs. It was one of the biggest dogs she had ever seen and was one of the most beautiful dogs she had ever seen. She asked the man if it was a Huskie. He said no, he had two huskies but this dog was an Alaskian Malamute. We don't have many Alaskian Malamutes in Augusta so Mom had never ever seen one before in person. The thing Mom noticed was the coat on this dog. She has since looked at images of them on the internet to show you what it looked like but this dog's coat was a little different from the pictures on the internet. The man explained that the dark hairs on the top of his coat were "guard hairs." On this dog they laid on top of the undercoat in almost stripes. It was the most beautiful coat she had ever seen (except for mine.) She told me she wished she had been able to take a picture of her to show you Northern Breeds. It was a girl dog. Mom petted the dog (and I could smell it when she got home!) and it was a very nice dog. But it sure had a pretty coat.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Since Hershey published an embarrassing picture of me on his blog today, I am giving you all this embarrasing picture of him practicing to be a real live baby.
As you may know, there is a rumor that a baby is coming to his house. I don't know how that works ... I have been to his house and I have not seen any babies in the neighborhood, or in his yard or anything. Not very many people know where they live, certainly not any babies anyway. But his mother says a baby is coming. Maybe they could not answer the door for a while.
So here is a picture of Hershey filling in to demonstrate a baby sling. Hershey did NOT ask to be carried around in this by the way. He says he can't BARK from here! He might like to be carried around in it at Petsmart ... he always gets scared in the pet store. I won't tell you what he did the last time he went there. VERY embarrasing. But, I shouldn't talk ... I get scared in there too ... and I went to school there.