Hi all. I know I just wrote a big blog the other day but I have something important to tell you:
Today when I was walking with Phyllis I stood my tail straight up. I had no idea how good it would feel. I usually keep my tail tucked so tight that I defy anyone to try to take my temperature. But today I just picked my tail up and enjoyed the breeze on my butt!
See ya!
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Catching up with Shayne
Hi all! I haven't been on my blog since December 1, but that's because I don't want to bore anybody while I am learning to be a happy dog. And my progress to happiness has been very slow but Phyllis says baby steps are ok. I have made quite a few baby steps since I wrote last and I think Phyllis is getting happier too. It's really nice here as long as the dogs in the house stay away from me as I am really still scared of most things. I am going to list my great baby steps so everyone can be happy for me.
First of all, the food here is really good and I get fed whenever my dish of kibble is empty. I was so emaciated when I got here and was afraid to eat. Now I have my own dish and eat almost a cup of kibble a day. That's a lot of food for a little dog like me but Phyllis says I was too skinny so she lets me eat my fill. I was only 3.2 pounds when I got here and now I bet I am at least 4 pounds. Phyllis says I should weigh 5 pounds Phyllis says I am going to need to have blood work just for drill and have the sleepies taken out of my eyes because I won't let Phyllis touch them. They don't bother me so I don't understand what the big deal is over a little crust in my eyes.
Second, and very important, is that when Phyllis takes me out now I don't bite her. I let her carry me out, but once outside I sttart to wiggle and squirm so she will put me down. I just don't get the warm and fuzzy stuff she wants togive me. Yet
And one of my greatest accomplishments is..............I don't poop in my bed anymore and have not even pooped in the house except one time, and then it was on a wee wee pad. Now I know you are all thrilled to read this news, but I have to give most of the credit to Phyllis because she takes me out so much it makes me tired. I don't always need to go when she takes me out but I think she has an ulterior motive behind all the walking I do. It must be working because now I stay dry all night and sleep in my bed on the floor next to Phyllis's bed. I think she will try to put me on the bed too, but she had better wait awhile because anything new freaks me out.
I now like to follow Phyllis around everywhere she goes. I lovewhen she bends down to pat me as long as she doesn't pick me up. Ugh. Just not into it. Mushy stuff is not for me yet. While I have been following her around all this week she continues to bend over (not easy for an old lady like her) and pat me. I love it. When she sits down I will come out of bed and when she calls me I slowly walk over to her and let her pat me. Two days ago I actually nudged her hand so she would pat me again and again. After awhile I try to play bite her while she is patting me but then she just stops and won't pat me at all. I hope I get her message soon, but right now it just confuses me when she says NO like that. Then I sometimes run to my bed. I am not sure what it's all about but I'm sure with time I may figure out what she wants me to do and not do.
My biggest breakthrough was this morning. Phyllis was drinking her coffee on the patio and I actually stepped over the rail on the floor where the sliding door is and walked up to her so she would pat me. When she stopped I put my front paws on her glider so she would pat me again. When I got down with my paws she leaned over and picked me up! I didn't try to bite her at all. Phyllis almost fell off the glider she was so surprised! Once I was up there I did get scared after a minute and started spinning so Phyllis knew she should put me down again and of course because it scared me I nipped her but not my usual scared biting.
So I just wanted to let you know what was going on and that there is still a chance for me to be a regular happy dog even if it takes a year. I know Phyllis will never give up on me and will keep me here for as long as it takes.
I also want you to know that I am not an aggressive dog at all. I just get really scared sometimes and I can't tolerate being held when that happens. I was outside on leash the other day and a lady and her dog walked by. I froze in fright. I know that Phyllis wanted to pick me up to comfort me but she knew I would have tried to take her fingers off just because I was too scared.
Phyllis says that an abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal and she understands me better than she ever did before.
She says this is a very good experience for her as well as for me.
Don't worry or feel bad for me because whatever my life was like before, and I can't even describe how bad it was, that I will never have a bad day again as long as Phyllis can help it.
First of all, the food here is really good and I get fed whenever my dish of kibble is empty. I was so emaciated when I got here and was afraid to eat. Now I have my own dish and eat almost a cup of kibble a day. That's a lot of food for a little dog like me but Phyllis says I was too skinny so she lets me eat my fill. I was only 3.2 pounds when I got here and now I bet I am at least 4 pounds. Phyllis says I should weigh 5 pounds Phyllis says I am going to need to have blood work just for drill and have the sleepies taken out of my eyes because I won't let Phyllis touch them. They don't bother me so I don't understand what the big deal is over a little crust in my eyes.
Second, and very important, is that when Phyllis takes me out now I don't bite her. I let her carry me out, but once outside I sttart to wiggle and squirm so she will put me down. I just don't get the warm and fuzzy stuff she wants togive me. Yet
And one of my greatest accomplishments is..............I don't poop in my bed anymore and have not even pooped in the house except one time, and then it was on a wee wee pad. Now I know you are all thrilled to read this news, but I have to give most of the credit to Phyllis because she takes me out so much it makes me tired. I don't always need to go when she takes me out but I think she has an ulterior motive behind all the walking I do. It must be working because now I stay dry all night and sleep in my bed on the floor next to Phyllis's bed. I think she will try to put me on the bed too, but she had better wait awhile because anything new freaks me out.
I now like to follow Phyllis around everywhere she goes. I lovewhen she bends down to pat me as long as she doesn't pick me up. Ugh. Just not into it. Mushy stuff is not for me yet. While I have been following her around all this week she continues to bend over (not easy for an old lady like her) and pat me. I love it. When she sits down I will come out of bed and when she calls me I slowly walk over to her and let her pat me. Two days ago I actually nudged her hand so she would pat me again and again. After awhile I try to play bite her while she is patting me but then she just stops and won't pat me at all. I hope I get her message soon, but right now it just confuses me when she says NO like that. Then I sometimes run to my bed. I am not sure what it's all about but I'm sure with time I may figure out what she wants me to do and not do.
My biggest breakthrough was this morning. Phyllis was drinking her coffee on the patio and I actually stepped over the rail on the floor where the sliding door is and walked up to her so she would pat me. When she stopped I put my front paws on her glider so she would pat me again. When I got down with my paws she leaned over and picked me up! I didn't try to bite her at all. Phyllis almost fell off the glider she was so surprised! Once I was up there I did get scared after a minute and started spinning so Phyllis knew she should put me down again and of course because it scared me I nipped her but not my usual scared biting.
So I just wanted to let you know what was going on and that there is still a chance for me to be a regular happy dog even if it takes a year. I know Phyllis will never give up on me and will keep me here for as long as it takes.
I also want you to know that I am not an aggressive dog at all. I just get really scared sometimes and I can't tolerate being held when that happens. I was outside on leash the other day and a lady and her dog walked by. I froze in fright. I know that Phyllis wanted to pick me up to comfort me but she knew I would have tried to take her fingers off just because I was too scared.
Phyllis says that an abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal and she understands me better than she ever did before.
She says this is a very good experience for her as well as for me.
Don't worry or feel bad for me because whatever my life was like before, and I can't even describe how bad it was, that I will never have a bad day again as long as Phyllis can help it.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Hello from Shayne
It's me, Shayne. Boy oh boy it has been a tough week for me. BUT I have made lots of headway with Phyllis. I now come out of my bed and walk into the other room where Phyllis is. I let her touch me now. I really really want to walk right up to her and be cuddled but I don't know how yet. I have one big problem that Phyllis gets annoyed with. Shhe never says anything to me but I can tell it doesn't make her happy. I poop in my bed. I am sleeping and all of a sudden I have the urge to poop so I just stand up and do it. She wahes more beds than ever before she said to me one morning this week as she was spraying the room so it won't smell.
Phyllis got big black gloves of cotton,and all this week she has picked me up with the glove on. It scares me a little but it's Phyllis getting bit, orr me being scared of the glove. She wins every time.
I like to pee outside and stay dry all night. I don't know what the big deal is about where I poop but evidently Phyllis thinks it is a big deal.
So my week has been pretty routine. It goes like this: Get up in the morning and wait for Phyllis to come for me with the glove. I try to bite and hate to be held. So she picks me up and holds me until I get tired of struggling with her and then she walks me outside where I love to pee. Then I follow her around the block and she picks me up to take me in the house. She holds me again and I try to get away but she holds on till I stop struggling. Not fun for me but today things changed
First let me tell you a little about Phyllis. She never remembers where she puts anything. Her keys, glasses, phone, etc So this morning she couldn't find the glove. Yesterday when she got me and picked me up it was the first time I did not try to bite her. She gave a big Whoooppee which was a litttle unsettling but I know she was happy about something.
This morning she could not find the glove. What else is new!
It didn't make any difference because I have stopped trying to bite her. She says that's a big deal and was very happy. When she picks me up now I still wiggle and try to get away but I don't bite her anymore. And I don't struggle as much.
I have also started following her around the house. I keep my distance but am starting to think that there is at least one person I have met that doesn't want to hurt me or neglect me. She feeds me any time I feel like eating and talks to me all the time when I seem nervous
The night before last when she saw me start to poop in my bed she as just starting to put her pajamas on. She grabbed her bottoms and while pulling them up she got me and took me out mid poop. I didn't finish. She scared the poop back in instead of out of me.
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When I lie in my bed I let Phyllis come and pat me any time she wants. If I am following her around and she turns to pet me I am on guard but all she does is speak softly to me an then I let her pat me.
Phyllis told me that some day I may be able to go to a forever home but we have lots of work to do.
I like it here. I know I will like it more and the days go on.
Life is starting to be good now and maybe, just maybe I can be a happy, playful, housebroken dog.
MAYBE.......I will let you know.
Phyllis got big black gloves of cotton,and all this week she has picked me up with the glove on. It scares me a little but it's Phyllis getting bit, orr me being scared of the glove. She wins every time.
I like to pee outside and stay dry all night. I don't know what the big deal is about where I poop but evidently Phyllis thinks it is a big deal.
So my week has been pretty routine. It goes like this: Get up in the morning and wait for Phyllis to come for me with the glove. I try to bite and hate to be held. So she picks me up and holds me until I get tired of struggling with her and then she walks me outside where I love to pee. Then I follow her around the block and she picks me up to take me in the house. She holds me again and I try to get away but she holds on till I stop struggling. Not fun for me but today things changed
First let me tell you a little about Phyllis. She never remembers where she puts anything. Her keys, glasses, phone, etc So this morning she couldn't find the glove. Yesterday when she got me and picked me up it was the first time I did not try to bite her. She gave a big Whoooppee which was a litttle unsettling but I know she was happy about something.
This morning she could not find the glove. What else is new!
It didn't make any difference because I have stopped trying to bite her. She says that's a big deal and was very happy. When she picks me up now I still wiggle and try to get away but I don't bite her anymore. And I don't struggle as much.
I have also started following her around the house. I keep my distance but am starting to think that there is at least one person I have met that doesn't want to hurt me or neglect me. She feeds me any time I feel like eating and talks to me all the time when I seem nervous
The night before last when she saw me start to poop in my bed she as just starting to put her pajamas on. She grabbed her bottoms and while pulling them up she got me and took me out mid poop. I didn't finish. She scared the poop back in instead of out of me.
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When I lie in my bed I let Phyllis come and pat me any time she wants. If I am following her around and she turns to pet me I am on guard but all she does is speak softly to me an then I let her pat me.
Phyllis told me that some day I may be able to go to a forever home but we have lots of work to do.
I like it here. I know I will like it more and the days go on.
Life is starting to be good now and maybe, just maybe I can be a happy, playful, housebroken dog.
MAYBE.......I will let you know.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Hi, I'm Shayne
I am here with Phyllis and I will tell you what I know. I had an owner since I was a puppy. Last week my owners surrendered me to a high kill facility and United Yorkiie Rescue saved me from death and asked Phyllis if she would foster me.
I am around two years old. I weight 3.2 pounds but Phyllis says I should weigh aboutt five pounds as she tells me that I am malnourished, whatever that means. When the kill facility found out that UYR would take me they had to put me to sleep in order to shave me as I was covered with knots, and feces, and urine and lots of bugs. I was much too scared to do it while I was awake as I kept biting everyone who tried to touch me.
So my story really begins when I was rescued because it was not a story before that, it was a nightmare. Phyllis met her friend who got me out of that awful cage with all the noise around me. Her friend told her that she didn't think I had ever been touched because if someone tries to pick me up I go ballistic. I have now bitten Phyllis at least 5 times and it took her awhile to figure out how to pick me up.
So, I got here Friday night, November 23rd. Phyllis tried to pick me up to take me out of the car and I bit her and fought like I was covered in red ants! So she got out of the car and I came out on my own and she brought me in the house. I couldn't really move because I was so scared. And also because I had just had a neuter which is no fun.
Phyllis had a bed and wee wee pads and water in her bathroom in case I was aggressive and needed to be separated from the other dogs.
She brought me food and I was very happy about that. I know I need to eat so I scoffed down all the kibble she gave me and went to sleep
Saturday was a hard day for Phyllis and for me. She seems nice and she feeds me and I will let her pat my head but picking me up is not the best thing. I keep trying to tell her to leave me alone but she kept picking me up and I bit her several times I did hear her say some words I really should not repeat so I don't think she was happy. Late in the afternoon after I bit her she just carried me around the whole block. I tried to get away all the time but she just kept walking while she held me with her hands in the sleeves of her jacket, thinking it woud help me calm down and I did but couldn't wait to be put back in the house.
Phyllis is not a young woman so her thought process is a little slower than the brightest light on the tree. Not to say she's not smart, but it takes her awhile to figure things out.
This morning when she was taking us out, first Elvis and Cookie, her dogs because they wake her up to go out. Then Carter the other foster who lives here, but doesn't have a story because he is pretty boring, and finally it was my turn and this time she fooled me. She picked me up in a towel and I couldn't get near my favorite thumb to bite. She carried me outside for awhile and I fought less than yesterday but I know I have a long way to go.
I hope I can stay here for awhile and get more used to being with nice people and other dogs. I did explore the apartment today. I went too close to Elvis and he came out barking and that was very scary. I am happy to be alone in my bed in the bathroom. No gate and I can go wherever I want.
Phyllis is going to try to help me like to be touched and maybe to play, but for right now I just want to be left alone.
I am around two years old. I weight 3.2 pounds but Phyllis says I should weigh aboutt five pounds as she tells me that I am malnourished, whatever that means. When the kill facility found out that UYR would take me they had to put me to sleep in order to shave me as I was covered with knots, and feces, and urine and lots of bugs. I was much too scared to do it while I was awake as I kept biting everyone who tried to touch me.
So my story really begins when I was rescued because it was not a story before that, it was a nightmare. Phyllis met her friend who got me out of that awful cage with all the noise around me. Her friend told her that she didn't think I had ever been touched because if someone tries to pick me up I go ballistic. I have now bitten Phyllis at least 5 times and it took her awhile to figure out how to pick me up.
So, I got here Friday night, November 23rd. Phyllis tried to pick me up to take me out of the car and I bit her and fought like I was covered in red ants! So she got out of the car and I came out on my own and she brought me in the house. I couldn't really move because I was so scared. And also because I had just had a neuter which is no fun.
Phyllis had a bed and wee wee pads and water in her bathroom in case I was aggressive and needed to be separated from the other dogs.
She brought me food and I was very happy about that. I know I need to eat so I scoffed down all the kibble she gave me and went to sleep
Saturday was a hard day for Phyllis and for me. She seems nice and she feeds me and I will let her pat my head but picking me up is not the best thing. I keep trying to tell her to leave me alone but she kept picking me up and I bit her several times I did hear her say some words I really should not repeat so I don't think she was happy. Late in the afternoon after I bit her she just carried me around the whole block. I tried to get away all the time but she just kept walking while she held me with her hands in the sleeves of her jacket, thinking it woud help me calm down and I did but couldn't wait to be put back in the house.
Phyllis is not a young woman so her thought process is a little slower than the brightest light on the tree. Not to say she's not smart, but it takes her awhile to figure things out.
This morning when she was taking us out, first Elvis and Cookie, her dogs because they wake her up to go out. Then Carter the other foster who lives here, but doesn't have a story because he is pretty boring, and finally it was my turn and this time she fooled me. She picked me up in a towel and I couldn't get near my favorite thumb to bite. She carried me outside for awhile and I fought less than yesterday but I know I have a long way to go.
I hope I can stay here for awhile and get more used to being with nice people and other dogs. I did explore the apartment today. I went too close to Elvis and he came out barking and that was very scary. I am happy to be alone in my bed in the bathroom. No gate and I can go wherever I want.
Phyllis is going to try to help me like to be touched and maybe to play, but for right now I just want to be left alone.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
News from Cruze
Well, I have been here for a little over a week now. Back at home with Phyllis, Elvis and Cookie. Paris has a new home so it's just the three of us. I am still wearing my cumberbund but I don't mind. Phyllis doesn't mind either. I hardly wet it but I wear it in the house just in case. If she forgets to put it on me and I lift my leg, even though she doesn't yell at me I still run under the bed. I know something is wrong but I can't help it. So my belly band is a safety net if you know what I mean. Phyllis says if people want to dress their girl dogs I can wear my belly band. I wish I had some satin onces in black so I could feel like I was was all dressed up too.
After all of us went out to do our business we came back in so Phyllis could eat dinner without interruptions. After dinner she waited a little while and took me out by myself. Lots of times once night comes the other two dogs don't need to go out as often as I do.
First let me back up a bit. As you may or may not remember one of the reasons I was given back to Phyllis is because I am terrible in the car. I hate it. The last time Phyllis took me in the car was before I was adopted. I ran all over the place and really carried on when she put me in the crate. The lady that adopted me and then returned me said that when she put me in the car seat to keep me safe I almost strangled myself trying to get out of it. I don't know if I am scared or not but I didn't like it.
I have heard Phyllis say on the phone and to the people that came here for Paris that I need to get used to the car if I am ever going to find a forever home and that she was going to start training me to sit in the car without freaking out.
Tonight Phyllis scooped me up and took me outside by myself. She hugged me and kissed me but I could still tell that something was funny. Dogs can smell how people feel and I could tell she was just a little nervous. She even forgot to take my belly band off when she took me out and I don't care about that. If I am outside, I lift my leg anyplace I want to. Finally she looked down and laughed because she forgot to take it off. After I peed outside with my belly band off, LOL, she started back to our apartment. I could feel through the leash that she was not her usual self. Then she picked me up and hugged and kissed me and walked past our apartment and opened her car door. I was on alert right away. She sat in the car behind the wheel and held me while I put up my ears and started to move around. She whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Then she sat me in that car seat and strapped the lead to my harness. My eyes were about ready to pop out of my head but she put her hand on my back and told me to sit. I sat.....................Then nothing. It was warm in the car because she didn't start it. Just sat there and told me I was a good boy, which of course I already know. Then more nothing. Then she unstrapped me and brought me into the house. I didn't mind at all. Of course I have no idea what I will do once she turns the car on, but I hope that it takes a long time before she does it. I think this is going to happen a lot now. I'll do my best if it makes Phyllis happy.
I am on a diet now. I weigh over 5 pounds and I shouldn't weigh more than a little oveer 4 pounds. Phyllis said we are all going on a diet. Cookie eats less, Elvis eats less, and I eat less. I eat half the dry food I was eating and Phyllis adds stringbeans so I will think I am full. Who does she think she is kidding. I like the stringbeans and eat everything in my bowl every time. Now Phyllis says she is on a diet too. You could fool me. I know because I am always with her in the house and she eats all the time. ALL THE TIME. She says she is losing weight because she cut out bread, and stuff like that. But she eats an awful lot and I don't see her getting any thinner. She is always staying stuff like, well I ruined my diet today so I will start again tomorrow. FAT Chance! If you get my drift
See Ya
After all of us went out to do our business we came back in so Phyllis could eat dinner without interruptions. After dinner she waited a little while and took me out by myself. Lots of times once night comes the other two dogs don't need to go out as often as I do.
First let me back up a bit. As you may or may not remember one of the reasons I was given back to Phyllis is because I am terrible in the car. I hate it. The last time Phyllis took me in the car was before I was adopted. I ran all over the place and really carried on when she put me in the crate. The lady that adopted me and then returned me said that when she put me in the car seat to keep me safe I almost strangled myself trying to get out of it. I don't know if I am scared or not but I didn't like it.
I have heard Phyllis say on the phone and to the people that came here for Paris that I need to get used to the car if I am ever going to find a forever home and that she was going to start training me to sit in the car without freaking out.
Tonight Phyllis scooped me up and took me outside by myself. She hugged me and kissed me but I could still tell that something was funny. Dogs can smell how people feel and I could tell she was just a little nervous. She even forgot to take my belly band off when she took me out and I don't care about that. If I am outside, I lift my leg anyplace I want to. Finally she looked down and laughed because she forgot to take it off. After I peed outside with my belly band off, LOL, she started back to our apartment. I could feel through the leash that she was not her usual self. Then she picked me up and hugged and kissed me and walked past our apartment and opened her car door. I was on alert right away. She sat in the car behind the wheel and held me while I put up my ears and started to move around. She whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Then she sat me in that car seat and strapped the lead to my harness. My eyes were about ready to pop out of my head but she put her hand on my back and told me to sit. I sat.....................Then nothing. It was warm in the car because she didn't start it. Just sat there and told me I was a good boy, which of course I already know. Then more nothing. Then she unstrapped me and brought me into the house. I didn't mind at all. Of course I have no idea what I will do once she turns the car on, but I hope that it takes a long time before she does it. I think this is going to happen a lot now. I'll do my best if it makes Phyllis happy.
I am on a diet now. I weigh over 5 pounds and I shouldn't weigh more than a little oveer 4 pounds. Phyllis said we are all going on a diet. Cookie eats less, Elvis eats less, and I eat less. I eat half the dry food I was eating and Phyllis adds stringbeans so I will think I am full. Who does she think she is kidding. I like the stringbeans and eat everything in my bowl every time. Now Phyllis says she is on a diet too. You could fool me. I know because I am always with her in the house and she eats all the time. ALL THE TIME. She says she is losing weight because she cut out bread, and stuff like that. But she eats an awful lot and I don't see her getting any thinner. She is always staying stuff like, well I ruined my diet today so I will start again tomorrow. FAT Chance! If you get my drift
See Ya
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Cruze comes back
Cruze here. My life has been a little topsy turvy lately. Phyllis thought she found the best forever home for me with an older lady who was home a lot. I tried to explain to Phyllis as the woman was taking me out of the house that this was a mistake. They thought I was crying because I wanted to stay with Phyllis and they were right. But I had to go. I was terrible on the two hour ride back to the lady's house. I kicked and screamed the whole way and she put me in a crate because I carried on so. To no avail though. Don't get me wrong, she is a nice lady and she liked me well enough but she did expect me to potty train and go in the car like a nice guy/. Well I never went anyplace except the vet and it takes awhile to get used to new things. So after two weeks of screaming in the car and not being able to go without my belly band which I think was embarrassing to her, she decided I was making too much of a change to her life style. She did love that I slept with her and got along with the cat and was under her feet a lot, but she just never had a yorkie before and it takes a long time to understand us. When I wouldn't eat she gave me treats and I gained a pound and now I am being called Fatboy behind my back by Phyllis and she still doesn't realize that I understand everything. Phyllis missed me and is not sorry I am back. Especially because the lady gave Phyllis a food dish which is always good, and my toys, and a baby gate she never took out of the package and a carseat which Phyllis would not ordinarily spend the money for. Elvis sits on her lap and I only went in the car with her once and she held me the whole time because I was small then.
There is a little girl dog named Paris here. She is very bashful and really wouldn't talk to me but I will give her time because I have a feeling I will be here awhile. Oh, I got a checkup and a haircut too.
The lady was not a bad lady and I liked her well enough but we were just not a good mix. Phyllis feels bad that she didn't pick the perfect angel for me. I kissed her a lot and told her it was okay because I love being here with her.
As far as the potty business goes, I just want to say that I bet there are a lot of older ladies and men that are out there that have little bladder problems. Well at ten I am around 70 or so in people age and I know that some people that age wear little things to help them too.
So that's what's new for now. I'm hungry because Phyllis didn't give me enough food and I got no treats but I have to lose one pound and that's not easy for dogs. Or people either, right?
There is a little girl dog named Paris here. She is very bashful and really wouldn't talk to me but I will give her time because I have a feeling I will be here awhile. Oh, I got a checkup and a haircut too.
The lady was not a bad lady and I liked her well enough but we were just not a good mix. Phyllis feels bad that she didn't pick the perfect angel for me. I kissed her a lot and told her it was okay because I love being here with her.
As far as the potty business goes, I just want to say that I bet there are a lot of older ladies and men that are out there that have little bladder problems. Well at ten I am around 70 or so in people age and I know that some people that age wear little things to help them too.
So that's what's new for now. I'm hungry because Phyllis didn't give me enough food and I got no treats but I have to lose one pound and that's not easy for dogs. Or people either, right?
Monday, July 30, 2012
News from Paris
First I want to say that if I speak really clearly Phyllis understands my twang and is now able to tell you what I ask her to write.
First of all she knows now that I lived most of my life with an older lady in Walla Walla Washington. When my person started to get just slightly confused about a lot of things her grand-daughter took me back with her to Tennessee. Then I hurt my knee playing with a big dog but it's not so bad and hardly bothers me. My new owner had a baby and a big dog and a daughter and taking care of me was more than she could do so she had to give me up. We loved each other and she didn't want to do it but was very brave because she knew I needed a better home more suited to a little dog. So that's how I got here.
Today I went to a big building with lots of people in white coats. One of them came to look at me. I was really shaking. Don't like strangers putting their hands all over me. Well, do you? Anyway they took me away from Phyllis and they took pictures of my leg. When the dogtor came back he told Phyllis that my knee isn't so bad but my hip is dislocated. Phyllis thought that was better than a bum knee but the dogtor said that he put my hip back in the socket lots of times and it kept popping out. Before they did that to me they gave me some medicine. Once the medicine started to work I didn't care what they did to me.
I'm sure I will need to have surgery. I don't know what they do but the dogtor did tell Phyllis. I don't understand medical stuff but it sounded like they will take the ball that fits into my hip socket off and just let scar tissue fill the space and he said I may never run a race but I won't have any pain, which is good because it hurts a lot some of the time now. I make sure to never let it touch the ground and i'm ok.
This evening Phyllis took me out to potty and on the way back (not that I moved except in a circle - I never had a leash tell me where to go and I won't do it so I plant 3,5 pounds of me and won't move) the neighbor next door was outside with her little dog. I got so excited to see another little yorkie I just ran on my 3 good legs and started to play with him. He is so cute. His name is Brody and he liked me too. I was so happy. I am telling you this to show you how smart I am. I don't play with Phyllis' dog Elvis and don't play with the chihuahua, Cookie, but I wanted to play with this cute little boy because I knew he was the same kind of dog as me. And tomorrow is another day here in my little piece of heaven.
First of all she knows now that I lived most of my life with an older lady in Walla Walla Washington. When my person started to get just slightly confused about a lot of things her grand-daughter took me back with her to Tennessee. Then I hurt my knee playing with a big dog but it's not so bad and hardly bothers me. My new owner had a baby and a big dog and a daughter and taking care of me was more than she could do so she had to give me up. We loved each other and she didn't want to do it but was very brave because she knew I needed a better home more suited to a little dog. So that's how I got here.
Today I went to a big building with lots of people in white coats. One of them came to look at me. I was really shaking. Don't like strangers putting their hands all over me. Well, do you? Anyway they took me away from Phyllis and they took pictures of my leg. When the dogtor came back he told Phyllis that my knee isn't so bad but my hip is dislocated. Phyllis thought that was better than a bum knee but the dogtor said that he put my hip back in the socket lots of times and it kept popping out. Before they did that to me they gave me some medicine. Once the medicine started to work I didn't care what they did to me.
I'm sure I will need to have surgery. I don't know what they do but the dogtor did tell Phyllis. I don't understand medical stuff but it sounded like they will take the ball that fits into my hip socket off and just let scar tissue fill the space and he said I may never run a race but I won't have any pain, which is good because it hurts a lot some of the time now. I make sure to never let it touch the ground and i'm ok.
This evening Phyllis took me out to potty and on the way back (not that I moved except in a circle - I never had a leash tell me where to go and I won't do it so I plant 3,5 pounds of me and won't move) the neighbor next door was outside with her little dog. I got so excited to see another little yorkie I just ran on my 3 good legs and started to play with him. He is so cute. His name is Brody and he liked me too. I was so happy. I am telling you this to show you how smart I am. I don't play with Phyllis' dog Elvis and don't play with the chihuahua, Cookie, but I wanted to play with this cute little boy because I knew he was the same kind of dog as me. And tomorrow is another day here in my little piece of heaven.
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