I just haven't felt like blogging lately so now it's time to catch up. Caesar went to another home to be fostered because I think I heard Phyllis say that I scared him. I think Phyllis thought that when a blind dog came into the house all the other dogs would behave like Mother Theresa (God rest her soul), but it has not been the case. Elvis really does not like me and when I walk into his crate and he is in there he comes out charging. I think I wake him up and that he is not all bad. I have made very little progress, but some.. I can jump on the couch and lay on my back so Phyllis can rub my belly and I walk several trimes a day and smell everything. It's amazing how many different things out there to smell I never leave Phyllis at all. I am at her feet waiting to be touched all the time unless I take a nap and then I like my special bed under the desk.
I heard Phyllis talking on the phone and she said that dinner time sometimes reminds her of a movie she once saw about Helen Keller. She says that in one scene before her teacher comes to help her, Helen was walking around the dinner table just grabbing at anything she could and stuffing it in her mouth. She tried signing water in my paw like in the movie but I didn't have a clue. Phyllis says no disrespect to Helen. I am not that bad but when I know the food is coming I get excited and sometimes one of the bowls goes flying. Last week after I ate I backed up and pooped on the floor and my back leg went into the bowl of food and then I walked away. Phyllis said if she didn't laugh she would cry. She tried to pick me up so she could wash my food but I ran away and left the food markings all tthe way from the kitchen to the bedroom. I still have not wagged my tail and still do my business whenever I feel the urge but now I have a belly band on all the time so I can't pee on the floor. Can you imagine, Phyllis has to buy Poise for me so I won't leak on the floor if I have an accident. People probably think it's for her when she buys it but so what.
Chewy was adopted but he came back and I am sure he will be filling you in soon. When Caesar got to his foster mom in The Villages she could not believe how timid he had become (she had him for two days before he came here.) They think it is because the other dogs can tell I am different and so they behave differently around me and Caesar was afraid of me. I really need to be fostered in a home with no other dogs to bother me. When I walk outside if a new dog comes up to me I get so scared I try to run away. Phyllis continues to subject me to this exercise because in her mind it will help me to be less afraid over time. I hope she's right! We will chat again soon. No applications to adopt me yet.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Catching up with Caesar
I know that Stevie gets a lot of attention but I need some too.
On the same day that he was neutered so was I. I also had 5 more teeth pulled so I was in much more pain than Stevie was. I couldn't eat my regular food so Phyllis mixed it with water and I was able to lap it up after 2 days of not eating at all.
I just wanted to sleep. I cried sometimes and Phyllis gave me great meds. After she gave me a little pill in some creamcheese I just slept like a baby for a long time. I love to be with Phyllis and just want to be on her lap or next to her or touching her back. Elvis doesn't always like this and he will sometimes charge me when I get to close. Phyllis corrects him but told me she doesn't understand why he is not a kind caring dog. He has had 35 friends over the last 3 years and some of them he just loved to play with she said. So here I am a little 5 pound dog who understands everything she says and she understands nothing of what I say.
I try to tell her why I lift my leg but she still doesn't like it so I wear a belly band around my belly. She says it's because I want to lift my leg everyplace. Isn't that what we are supposed to do? I always thought so but she doesn't seem to like it so I look like a fool in the house but thank goodness when we go out she takes it off!
As I mentioned, the last week of my life has been very painful. I love my treats but can't break them and chew them anymore. Phyllis seems to realizes this and she crushes my treats to almost power so I can still have them. I just lick the crumbs.
My favorite part of the day is bedtime. Phyllis picks me up and puts me on the bed and I curl up as close to her as I can without making Elvis mad at me and sleep like a stone all night without moving. Sometimes in the morning when she gets up because Cookie barks at her, she takes them out and lets me sleep until she gets back.
I wish I knew how to play with a toy. I watch Elvis run back and forth to her with his toys but I just don't get it. I was not well treated before I got here and I know I never had a toy to play with. I was definitely not fed right. I can tell because of the great food I get to eat here and becaue my bald spots are growing back in. I think this year will be a much bettter one that the last few and if I can find someone to adopt me I will be in heaven. I want to be an only dog that can have my owner all to myself and just watch tv and nap and take short walks. I hope I'm not asking for too much,
I also can't seem to tell Phyllis why when I see a leash I cower and run away for a minute before I let her put it on me. She never gives up on me and I am getting better all the time. I don't run as far or as long as I know she is going to get me anyway.
There is one thing I like to do! I love to chase squirrels! I want to climb the tree right after I see them run up one. I also am a very friendly dog when I meet other dogs. When my stitches come out Phyllis told me she would take me to the dog park. I don't know what a dog park is but she sounds very happy when she says it so I can't wait to see what it is. I will need to wait till my stitches come out next week. I will let you know how I like it.
On the same day that he was neutered so was I. I also had 5 more teeth pulled so I was in much more pain than Stevie was. I couldn't eat my regular food so Phyllis mixed it with water and I was able to lap it up after 2 days of not eating at all.
I just wanted to sleep. I cried sometimes and Phyllis gave me great meds. After she gave me a little pill in some creamcheese I just slept like a baby for a long time. I love to be with Phyllis and just want to be on her lap or next to her or touching her back. Elvis doesn't always like this and he will sometimes charge me when I get to close. Phyllis corrects him but told me she doesn't understand why he is not a kind caring dog. He has had 35 friends over the last 3 years and some of them he just loved to play with she said. So here I am a little 5 pound dog who understands everything she says and she understands nothing of what I say.
I try to tell her why I lift my leg but she still doesn't like it so I wear a belly band around my belly. She says it's because I want to lift my leg everyplace. Isn't that what we are supposed to do? I always thought so but she doesn't seem to like it so I look like a fool in the house but thank goodness when we go out she takes it off!
As I mentioned, the last week of my life has been very painful. I love my treats but can't break them and chew them anymore. Phyllis seems to realizes this and she crushes my treats to almost power so I can still have them. I just lick the crumbs.
My favorite part of the day is bedtime. Phyllis picks me up and puts me on the bed and I curl up as close to her as I can without making Elvis mad at me and sleep like a stone all night without moving. Sometimes in the morning when she gets up because Cookie barks at her, she takes them out and lets me sleep until she gets back.
I wish I knew how to play with a toy. I watch Elvis run back and forth to her with his toys but I just don't get it. I was not well treated before I got here and I know I never had a toy to play with. I was definitely not fed right. I can tell because of the great food I get to eat here and becaue my bald spots are growing back in. I think this year will be a much bettter one that the last few and if I can find someone to adopt me I will be in heaven. I want to be an only dog that can have my owner all to myself and just watch tv and nap and take short walks. I hope I'm not asking for too much,
I also can't seem to tell Phyllis why when I see a leash I cower and run away for a minute before I let her put it on me. She never gives up on me and I am getting better all the time. I don't run as far or as long as I know she is going to get me anyway.
There is one thing I like to do! I love to chase squirrels! I want to climb the tree right after I see them run up one. I also am a very friendly dog when I meet other dogs. When my stitches come out Phyllis told me she would take me to the dog park. I don't know what a dog park is but she sounds very happy when she says it so I can't wait to see what it is. I will need to wait till my stitches come out next week. I will let you know how I like it.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Stevie's last few days
This week has had its ups and downs for me but I think there are probably dogs much worse off than I am...... I just haven't met one yet! On Tuesday morning at 7:30 Phyllis, her grandaughter, Caesar and I piled into the car and went to the vet for the day. I had to be neutered. I was petrified. Not because of the procedure as I have or had no idea what that was. I was petrified because someone else was holding me in a strange place and they put me in a cage and Phyllis left. Phyllis came to get us with her grandaughter right before 5 at night. I was very sleepy and just lay on the seat next to her wrapped in a warm towel. Caesar sat on the grandaughter's lap in the back seat wrapped in a warm towel too. It was awful. All of it. I had to have my teeth cleaned so my mouth hurt and Caesar had to have 5 more teeth pulled so his mouth hurt. We have to take pain medication for two days and an antibiotic for 10 days each. Phyllis told them that they had to use invisible stitches or glue to sew up my neuter place because she knows I panic with a collar on.
Good things have happened to me too. I have gone to potty outside more and more although the house is fine for me too. I am less scared to be outside and Phyllis always tells me how well I am doing. I can walk way behind her and smell everything. I let Phyllis's grandaughter pat me and when she stopped I put my paws up on the thing she was sitting on so she would do it again. A stranger in the street wanted to pat me and Phyllis told her to be very slow as I usuallly don't let anyone strange touch me. I lay down on the ground and try to make a hole open so they can't touch me. When Phyllis sees that she asks the people not to touch me but she always likes me to try. \
This morning when Phyllis woke up I was on her futon with her and the other dogs. It's the first time I have done that and she was very surprised to see me there. I usually sleep by myself either in a dog bed or on the couch. I liked being up there with her and the other dogs know after almost a month that I don't want them to touch me or bother me and they don't.
Sometimes I jump up on the couch when she says up up up come up come up up up. I can't stand her saying it over and over again so I just jump up and turn around and sit down, and when she tells me what a smart boy I get off the couch and she leaves me alone.
Oh yeah, I'm sorry to say that one of the down things was that when Phyllis tried to get me to take my antibiotic pill in cheese wizz I didn't want to open my mouth. She tried to get it open by herself. I was up on a counter and pretty freaked out as it is after the day I had and I bit her....Not hard but hard enough for her brain to kick into first gear. Now I get my pills in delicious whipped cream cheese. Sorry Phyllis!
I still don't wag my tail but it is flying higher than eveer. I go to the door when I hear the leashes and stand still to have mine put on and I used to run away or panic.
Good things have happened to me too. I have gone to potty outside more and more although the house is fine for me too. I am less scared to be outside and Phyllis always tells me how well I am doing. I can walk way behind her and smell everything. I let Phyllis's grandaughter pat me and when she stopped I put my paws up on the thing she was sitting on so she would do it again. A stranger in the street wanted to pat me and Phyllis told her to be very slow as I usuallly don't let anyone strange touch me. I lay down on the ground and try to make a hole open so they can't touch me. When Phyllis sees that she asks the people not to touch me but she always likes me to try. \
This morning when Phyllis woke up I was on her futon with her and the other dogs. It's the first time I have done that and she was very surprised to see me there. I usually sleep by myself either in a dog bed or on the couch. I liked being up there with her and the other dogs know after almost a month that I don't want them to touch me or bother me and they don't.
Sometimes I jump up on the couch when she says up up up come up come up up up. I can't stand her saying it over and over again so I just jump up and turn around and sit down, and when she tells me what a smart boy I get off the couch and she leaves me alone.
Oh yeah, I'm sorry to say that one of the down things was that when Phyllis tried to get me to take my antibiotic pill in cheese wizz I didn't want to open my mouth. She tried to get it open by herself. I was up on a counter and pretty freaked out as it is after the day I had and I bit her....Not hard but hard enough for her brain to kick into first gear. Now I get my pills in delicious whipped cream cheese. Sorry Phyllis!
I still don't wag my tail but it is flying higher than eveer. I go to the door when I hear the leashes and stand still to have mine put on and I used to run away or panic.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Stevie is settling
I have changed since my last blog. Phyllis has the same routine for walking all of us every day. It does not change and it is for my benefit. A few days ago I pottied outside and have since done that two or three times. Phyllis is always very pleased and pats me on the head and rubs my hair until I think I am going to start losing it. She seems to like whatever it is I do that is different. I walked onto grass for the first time which made me smell what was in front of my face. I liked the smell and so now I want to walk slower and smell everything. Now I walk on a retractable leash way behind the other dogs smelling everything I can. I used to only walk right next to Phyllis, but now I let her get way in front of me. Because we do the same thing every day I am now accustomed (nice word for a dog right!) to the routine and know that if I feel her tug I stop smelling and walk to her and if she doesn't tug I still know that if I walk forward on my own that she will be at the other end of my leash. I never pass her. I always stop right at her side
. My tail is up most of the time now instead of way down between my legs, but I still don't wag it at all. I hear her ask me when I will wag my tail but don't do it yet. I can jump on the couch when I know she is there and encourages me and I don't run away when she comes up to me to put my leash on.
In the morning when Phyllis drinks her coffee on her rocking settee which she loves, I stand by her and let her pick me up. I lay on her lap while she rocks us and drinks her coffee. I like it. So, that's where I am. I don't know how much more I can do but Phyllis knows there is more. She says its okay to take baby steps. Oh, and one more thing. Because I never walk past Phyllis, going in the front door is sometimes hard because she holds the door open and wants me to walk in before her so the door doesn't close on me. I did walk in today. One time only. But I did walk in today.
. My tail is up most of the time now instead of way down between my legs, but I still don't wag it at all. I hear her ask me when I will wag my tail but don't do it yet. I can jump on the couch when I know she is there and encourages me and I don't run away when she comes up to me to put my leash on.
In the morning when Phyllis drinks her coffee on her rocking settee which she loves, I stand by her and let her pick me up. I lay on her lap while she rocks us and drinks her coffee. I like it. So, that's where I am. I don't know how much more I can do but Phyllis knows there is more. She says its okay to take baby steps. Oh, and one more thing. Because I never walk past Phyllis, going in the front door is sometimes hard because she holds the door open and wants me to walk in before her so the door doesn't close on me. I did walk in today. One time only. But I did walk in today.
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