Saturday, September 24, 2011
MARLY'S BEHAVIORAL ISSUES
Hi, Marly here for one more short comment about me. I am 9 months old and I think you already know that. I was surrendered by my owner for what they called "behavioral issues". I have been with my foster mom Phyllis for one week now and she says she knows what my "behavioral issues" are and she wants me to tell you. My behavioral issues are.......................................I AM A PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get it? I pee and poo on a wee wee pad whichis not an issue. I love to chew things so Phyllis gives me lots of nylabones and bully stix, Iwant a lot of attention and she gives it to me until she doesn't want to anymore and I am learning the word ENOUGH. It means I need to stop asking her for attention. I eat fast and sometimes not so neatly because I AM A PUPPY. I am a pure bred terrier and do terrier things like keeping my nose to the ground and wanting to chase squirrels. I like to run around the house a lot. I never eat Phyllis's stuff. I don't touch her yarn, eat her shoes, steal her laundry. I just do puppy stuff because I AM A PUPPY. If any of you reading this don't like what I do, adopt an older dog. Phyllis has had puppies and middle aged dogs and old dogs. She loves them all. And remember, don't buy one of us in a pet shop. Adopt a pet so one day there will be no more homeless pets or pets that need to be put to sleep because there are too many of us without homes. Some of us are given up because we are too small to have puppies people can sell and some of us are given up because we have had too many puppies and breeders have taken all the life out of us. Some of us are given up because we are hurt or sick and our people can't or dont want to pay for us to get well. So the next time you want a pet go to a shelter and get one of us. We will love you forever and never ask any more of you but to love us. Thank you ladies and gentlemen and goodnight.
Marly got a Haircut
Hi everyone, Marly here to tell you all about my haircut last Tuesday, September 18th, 2011. My biggest comment is this: HATED IT!!!! HATED IT!!! Get the message. Phyllis took me to a great doggie barber shop in Boynton Beach called Pet Spot. It's in the Village Shopping Center on Boynton Beach Blvd just east of Congress. They do a great job and because I am a rescue they charge UYR less money for my haircut because my Foster Mom pays for it.
Anyway, she brought me in and this nice man took me and put me down on the floor and not in a case because Phyllis told him I was a scared dog who just got to her. He was very nice but I hid in the first corner I could find. And then..............Phyllis left!!!!! I couldn't believe that someone was leaving me again. Brett kept telling me that Phyllis would come back and get me but I was too scared to listen. After he caught me he gave me a bath. Then they put me in a big cage with something attached that blew and blew all over me. What a noise. More scared then ever. Who cares that everyone is talking nice to me. HATED IT! After I was dry they brought me to a table and put something around my neck. I knew I better not jump or I would be hanging by my neck so I stayed as still as my shaking body would let me. Since I can't speak English yet (and Phyllis keeps telling me I never will) I just had to nip them when they touched me with the sharp thing that made my hair fall on the floor.
Phyllis told them that they had to cut me and bathe me right away because she didn't want to leave me there too long so I wouldn't be afraid she wasn't coming back (which I was anyway but her heart is in the right place).
Two hours later she came to get me. I am now a very handsome boy and I had a kerchief around my neck and she took pictures. I hope I never have to do that again, but for some reason I think I will. I did like everyone telling me how cute I look tho!
Anyway, she brought me in and this nice man took me and put me down on the floor and not in a case because Phyllis told him I was a scared dog who just got to her. He was very nice but I hid in the first corner I could find. And then..............Phyllis left!!!!! I couldn't believe that someone was leaving me again. Brett kept telling me that Phyllis would come back and get me but I was too scared to listen. After he caught me he gave me a bath. Then they put me in a big cage with something attached that blew and blew all over me. What a noise. More scared then ever. Who cares that everyone is talking nice to me. HATED IT! After I was dry they brought me to a table and put something around my neck. I knew I better not jump or I would be hanging by my neck so I stayed as still as my shaking body would let me. Since I can't speak English yet (and Phyllis keeps telling me I never will) I just had to nip them when they touched me with the sharp thing that made my hair fall on the floor.
Phyllis told them that they had to cut me and bathe me right away because she didn't want to leave me there too long so I wouldn't be afraid she wasn't coming back (which I was anyway but her heart is in the right place).
Two hours later she came to get me. I am now a very handsome boy and I had a kerchief around my neck and she took pictures. I hope I never have to do that again, but for some reason I think I will. I did like everyone telling me how cute I look tho!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday with Marly
I was sleeping so soundly Monday morning when all of a sudden the old Chihuahua Cookie woke up to go to the bathroom. At 6:45 AM!!!! Too early for me but I sat still so Phyllis could put on my harness and leash and went out with the pack. Phyllis said I did so well it seemed like I had been walking with a pack all my life and not for just a day. I think I am proud of myself, that's what Phyllis said I should be, but I am not sure what proud means. Phyllis talks a lot to me and the other dogs. I wonder if she knows that we don't understand a lot of what she says! I guess she needs to talk so she talks to us. I don't mind as long as she keeps feeding me.
After watching all the dogs playing I thought I would try too so I picked up a toy that looked nice and brought it to Phyllis just like Bella does. She took it out of my mouth and threw it and I ran and got it and broght it back to her. She sounded very happy when I did it so I did it again! The next time I didn't want to let the toy go but Phyllis put her hand in my mouth and got the toy and told me some gibberish I didn't understand. She said she had to win our tug of war so I would always know that she is the leader. I have not a clue what she is talking about and just did it again. And again. Sometimes Phyllis won't play with us so I tried to get Bella to play with me. I tried to take her toy away from her and she just wouldn't let go. Phyllis thought that was funny and laughed a lot while we pulled and pulled. It's not bad in this house and I hope when I get adopted it is this much fun. Bella is playing with me more and more and we run and jump with each other all over the house. I will let you know how my haircut turns out tomorrow, whatever that is. I hope I like it. After my haircut I will stop blogging until Phyllis learns how to use a clicker and tries to train me. So long for now.
After watching all the dogs playing I thought I would try too so I picked up a toy that looked nice and brought it to Phyllis just like Bella does. She took it out of my mouth and threw it and I ran and got it and broght it back to her. She sounded very happy when I did it so I did it again! The next time I didn't want to let the toy go but Phyllis put her hand in my mouth and got the toy and told me some gibberish I didn't understand. She said she had to win our tug of war so I would always know that she is the leader. I have not a clue what she is talking about and just did it again. And again. Sometimes Phyllis won't play with us so I tried to get Bella to play with me. I tried to take her toy away from her and she just wouldn't let go. Phyllis thought that was funny and laughed a lot while we pulled and pulled. It's not bad in this house and I hope when I get adopted it is this much fun. Bella is playing with me more and more and we run and jump with each other all over the house. I will let you know how my haircut turns out tomorrow, whatever that is. I hope I like it. After my haircut I will stop blogging until Phyllis learns how to use a clicker and tries to train me. So long for now.
Marly's story continues
Here I am again to continue my story.
On Saturday night I slept with Phyllis and the other dogs and nothing bad happened. I walked around the block with the other dogs and now I know why they like to do it. The smells outside are so good. Every bush has a different smell, and the grass is the best. I can smell every other dog that ever walked there. I loved it and even peed on the grass when I saw the other dogs do it. I can't tell you how much I love smelling all those dogs. So now I have learned that some people are good and some dogs are good and not everybody or every animal is "out to get me". I continue to use my wee wee pad and even Bella my foster sister who has been here awhile because she doesn't always use the wee wee pad is getting better at it. I think I am teaching her where to go every time and not just sometimes. I like the little girl and I lay down next to her and rolled on my back and she rubbed my belly. I loved that too and every time she sat down I turned over on my back to see if she would do it again. I am having so much fun. We did this all day long until Phyllis and Samantha, the little girl went out at night. I didn't cry when they went out but boy was I excited when they got home. I slept with Phyllis again and then it was Monday.
On Saturday night I slept with Phyllis and the other dogs and nothing bad happened. I walked around the block with the other dogs and now I know why they like to do it. The smells outside are so good. Every bush has a different smell, and the grass is the best. I can smell every other dog that ever walked there. I loved it and even peed on the grass when I saw the other dogs do it. I can't tell you how much I love smelling all those dogs. So now I have learned that some people are good and some dogs are good and not everybody or every animal is "out to get me". I continue to use my wee wee pad and even Bella my foster sister who has been here awhile because she doesn't always use the wee wee pad is getting better at it. I think I am teaching her where to go every time and not just sometimes. I like the little girl and I lay down next to her and rolled on my back and she rubbed my belly. I loved that too and every time she sat down I turned over on my back to see if she would do it again. I am having so much fun. We did this all day long until Phyllis and Samantha, the little girl went out at night. I didn't cry when they went out but boy was I excited when they got home. I slept with Phyllis again and then it was Monday.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Marly is saved
After fostering 28 dogs since 2008, I have decided to have my 29th dog start my first blog by tracking his progress in his own words. I am doing this not only to let other people know about different behaviors of dogs that have been thrown away and saved to live in foster homes until their perfect Angel comes along to adopt them into forever homes, but to remind me of what each and every one goes through after they are adopted and become just memories for me that I never want to forget. And, I want people to understand why dogs should not be purchased from pet stores or puppy mills which treat their as bad as prisoners of war and perhaps worse as they are animals who cannot understand why they are being abused and neglected until they find out what a pleasure life can be with the wonderful people who are out there This is the first time I have ever blogged so please be patient and I will accept any suggestions that you who read this can give me. Here goes:
Hi, my name is Marly and I am a 9 month old Silky Terrier who was surrendered to a high kill facility for what my owners called "behavioral issues." United Yorkie Rescue saved my life as I could only stay at thie facility for 5 days and if nobody came to adopt me I would be put to death. The girl who saved me called my Foster Mom, Phyllis, and asked her to take me. She already had her own two dogs and one other special needs foster girl but she said yes and she picked me up on Friday night, September 16th and brought me home to her house. Let me tell you, I was petrified. I didn't want to get out of the car so she carried me in. When she put me on the floor and I saw the other dogs I couldn't find a place to hide fast enough. I was very much afraid of the other dogs. Phyllis didn't bother with me for awhile as she saw how frightened I was. I ran under the bed which was the closest place that looked safe. The other dogs came and sniffed under the bed and I tried to roll up into the smallest ball ever. Finally they went away. I was offered food while I was under the bed but I just lay there shaking and hoping she would go away and leave me alone, which she did. After awhile she got me from under the bed because I was even too sscared to run away and put me in a big thing she called a bathtub and gave me a bath because she said I smelled and was very dirty. I didn't move while she did it which seemed to please her and she didn't hurt me at all and to tell you the truth I felt much better afterwards but wanted to go back under the bed once I was dry. She was trying to clean my ears but I wasn't going to sit still for that. I just know she will try again.
Later Friday night I did come out from under the bed and walked into the kitchen and peeked around the corner to see who was there. Phyllis was sitting on the couch with 3 dogs sitting on the couch with her. One of the dogs got off the couch and I went right back to my safe place under the bed. This went on for a few hours because every time I would sneak out one of the dogs wanted to see me. Very scary to be in a strange house with strange dogs and a strange lady. Phyllis keeps looking for my "behavioral issues." I had to go to the bathroom and when nobody was looking I snuck out from under the bed and found a wee wee pad to go on and boy did I go. Phyllis was surprised that I used it because she thought that might be my issue as lots of us that are given up because we won't potty train because the people who bought us usually don't know how to do it and just think we come that way. We don't.
On Friday night when Phyllis (that's what I will call my Foster Mom) turned out the light and went to sleep on a couch in the living room because her special needs foster dog can't get off the bed that is too high, but can get off the couch if she needs to go to the bathroom , I was too scared to sleep there so I went into the bathroom and slep by myself on the tile floor behind the bathroom door cause there was no way yet that I was trusting Phyllis o rthose dosg in that living room.
On Saturday morning everyone got up and I got up too. I went out of the bathroom being careful not to let anyone near me. Phyllis offered me food in the kitchen but away from the other 3 dogs in the house and I ate everything she gave me because I was so hungry and then I retreated to my place under the bed. After awhile I decided that things were not so bad here and if the other dogs would just keep away from me I would go out and inspect the house. For most of the day Phyllis sat on the couch with the other dogs and watched tv and did some of what she calls knitting. I lay in the kitchen watching but was still not ready to join them. Then she came and got me and put something she calls a harness on me and then this long thing she calls a leash and took me outside by myself to see what I would do. OMG was that scary. I tried to get away and was not going with her no matter how much she tried. I just lay on my belly and hope if I closed my eyes this terrible thing would just stop. So Phyllis just picked me up and told me what a good boy I was and brought me into the house. She must have figured out by that experience that I had never been trained to walk on that thing she calls a leash and never wore that thing she calls a harness. When Icame into the house she just left that long thing on me for awhile and I walked around with it. She tried again later in the day and I did walk a little bit and it wasn't bad at all. I might get to enjoy it. Life right now seems to complicated. I stayed in the kitchen and watched Phyllis play with the other dogs on the floor for awhile and then I decided it was safe to go in there. It was kind of fun watching her play with the dogs. She was throwing things she calls toys and they were chasing them and bringing them back and pulling them from each other. I was still not ready for them to come and see me and when they did I just ran away, but only as far as the kitchen and t but then the dogs started to just ignore me. Saturday night I ate in the kitchen with the other dogs and came into the living room and watched everyone else. When it was bedtime Phyllis picked me up and put me on the couch because all the dogs sleep with her. Still not ready for that I jumped off the couch and slept on a bed on the floor but in the same room. Oh and I forgot to tell you that a little girl came to stay over with Phyllis. She said her name was Samantha and she was 8 years old. She told her not to go and try to touch me because she was still looking for "behavioral issues", but I did go to the little girl because she looked so friendly and I let her pat me and I really liked her. I let her pick me up so Phyllis could take a picture of me. Maybe I liked her because kids are not so high off the ground as grownups are. I don't know. Well, there is no more room here so I will be back tomorrow to continue my story
Hi, my name is Marly and I am a 9 month old Silky Terrier who was surrendered to a high kill facility for what my owners called "behavioral issues." United Yorkie Rescue saved my life as I could only stay at thie facility for 5 days and if nobody came to adopt me I would be put to death. The girl who saved me called my Foster Mom, Phyllis, and asked her to take me. She already had her own two dogs and one other special needs foster girl but she said yes and she picked me up on Friday night, September 16th and brought me home to her house. Let me tell you, I was petrified. I didn't want to get out of the car so she carried me in. When she put me on the floor and I saw the other dogs I couldn't find a place to hide fast enough. I was very much afraid of the other dogs. Phyllis didn't bother with me for awhile as she saw how frightened I was. I ran under the bed which was the closest place that looked safe. The other dogs came and sniffed under the bed and I tried to roll up into the smallest ball ever. Finally they went away. I was offered food while I was under the bed but I just lay there shaking and hoping she would go away and leave me alone, which she did. After awhile she got me from under the bed because I was even too sscared to run away and put me in a big thing she called a bathtub and gave me a bath because she said I smelled and was very dirty. I didn't move while she did it which seemed to please her and she didn't hurt me at all and to tell you the truth I felt much better afterwards but wanted to go back under the bed once I was dry. She was trying to clean my ears but I wasn't going to sit still for that. I just know she will try again.
Later Friday night I did come out from under the bed and walked into the kitchen and peeked around the corner to see who was there. Phyllis was sitting on the couch with 3 dogs sitting on the couch with her. One of the dogs got off the couch and I went right back to my safe place under the bed. This went on for a few hours because every time I would sneak out one of the dogs wanted to see me. Very scary to be in a strange house with strange dogs and a strange lady. Phyllis keeps looking for my "behavioral issues." I had to go to the bathroom and when nobody was looking I snuck out from under the bed and found a wee wee pad to go on and boy did I go. Phyllis was surprised that I used it because she thought that might be my issue as lots of us that are given up because we won't potty train because the people who bought us usually don't know how to do it and just think we come that way. We don't.
On Friday night when Phyllis (that's what I will call my Foster Mom) turned out the light and went to sleep on a couch in the living room because her special needs foster dog can't get off the bed that is too high, but can get off the couch if she needs to go to the bathroom , I was too scared to sleep there so I went into the bathroom and slep by myself on the tile floor behind the bathroom door cause there was no way yet that I was trusting Phyllis o rthose dosg in that living room.
On Saturday morning everyone got up and I got up too. I went out of the bathroom being careful not to let anyone near me. Phyllis offered me food in the kitchen but away from the other 3 dogs in the house and I ate everything she gave me because I was so hungry and then I retreated to my place under the bed. After awhile I decided that things were not so bad here and if the other dogs would just keep away from me I would go out and inspect the house. For most of the day Phyllis sat on the couch with the other dogs and watched tv and did some of what she calls knitting. I lay in the kitchen watching but was still not ready to join them. Then she came and got me and put something she calls a harness on me and then this long thing she calls a leash and took me outside by myself to see what I would do. OMG was that scary. I tried to get away and was not going with her no matter how much she tried. I just lay on my belly and hope if I closed my eyes this terrible thing would just stop. So Phyllis just picked me up and told me what a good boy I was and brought me into the house. She must have figured out by that experience that I had never been trained to walk on that thing she calls a leash and never wore that thing she calls a harness. When Icame into the house she just left that long thing on me for awhile and I walked around with it. She tried again later in the day and I did walk a little bit and it wasn't bad at all. I might get to enjoy it. Life right now seems to complicated. I stayed in the kitchen and watched Phyllis play with the other dogs on the floor for awhile and then I decided it was safe to go in there. It was kind of fun watching her play with the dogs. She was throwing things she calls toys and they were chasing them and bringing them back and pulling them from each other. I was still not ready for them to come and see me and when they did I just ran away, but only as far as the kitchen and t but then the dogs started to just ignore me. Saturday night I ate in the kitchen with the other dogs and came into the living room and watched everyone else. When it was bedtime Phyllis picked me up and put me on the couch because all the dogs sleep with her. Still not ready for that I jumped off the couch and slept on a bed on the floor but in the same room. Oh and I forgot to tell you that a little girl came to stay over with Phyllis. She said her name was Samantha and she was 8 years old. She told her not to go and try to touch me because she was still looking for "behavioral issues", but I did go to the little girl because she looked so friendly and I let her pat me and I really liked her. I let her pick me up so Phyllis could take a picture of me. Maybe I liked her because kids are not so high off the ground as grownups are. I don't know. Well, there is no more room here so I will be back tomorrow to continue my story
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