Well, it is Sunday, July 29th, 2012 and I am starting my fifth day in Phyllis' house. She is trying to undertand me and now she knows that before I was in TN I came from Washington State! She is now trying to understand my story but I still have that TN accent and if you ever tried to understand someone from New England you will know that it can be somewhat confusing sometimes.
I like to stay in a bedroom in a bed by myself because I'm not used to getting any attention. Every day and night Phyllis picks me up and takes me into the living room and sits me with her. It's kind of nice not to be alone all the time.
So, on Friday night while I was sitting with her doing nothing she gave me a bully stick. I don't know if any of you ever had one, but they are sooooooooo good. She didn't let me have it for too long but long enough to know I have spent 5 years without the most wonderful bone in the world.
Well, Friday morning when we got up and it was time to eat I hobbled into the kitchen waiting for that delicious bone. She put my bowl on the floor and I went to get that great bone and it wasn't there. Just my usual yorkie kibble. I refused to eat at all until she gave me that bone but it never came. I even squeeked a little to tell her I wanted it but no go. So I just went back into my bed in the bedroom and refused to eat all day. Phyllis said to me that there would be no more bones for me if I couldn't tell the difference between a wonderful treat from my food. So I just held out and refused to eat all day.
When it came time for dinner Phyllis fed us and once more I went to the food looking for that bone but it wasn't there so I wouldn't eat again. I am pretty good at getting my way at most things but she was more stubborn than I am.
She brought my bowl of food into the bedroom where I was pouting in my bed and just left it there. I ignored her because I couldn't get what I wanted.
Cookie the fat old Chihuahua, who always prowls the house looking for bones or treats that Elvis hides came over to try to eat my food. Well that did it. I took my 4 pound body and growled and snapped at her and then ate all my food so she couldn't get it. And to think, Phyllis thought I may be sick! A dog has to try to see what they can get away with and Phyllis won this one.
BUT, and it is a big but, I do get my way outside. First of all, I may have told you that my papers said I was not housebroken. It is embarrassing for someone to say that. And anyway it's not true.
I have used a wee wee pad to pee and I do all the other stuff outside. Now I wait and pee outside too. I stay dry all night and instead of sleeping on the floor in my old home, I now sleep on the bed with Elvis and Phyllis. Cookie is strange and prefers to sleep in the closet in a suitcase with soft blankets in it. Of course she is old so who knows how her brain works. She just wants to eat and sleep.
Last night was the first night that Phyllis didn't come and get me to sit on the couch with her. I went out of the bedroom and walked to her and asked her to pick me up and let me lay next to her. She was very happy.
Walking outside has been an issue with us. Phyllis takes me out to do my business but I refuse to walk anyplace after that. At night when she takes me out I like to walk a little bit but only my way and I have her trained to that. Of course walking is hard because my leg hurts, but I am not used to being walked on leash and I don't like it. So she takes me out and puts me on the grass and I do whatever it is I have to do and then I just stand there. Phyllis tugs a little on the leash but I refuse to move. Soooooo, just like I like it she picks me up and carries me back into the house. She tries lots of stuff to make me walk. She makes funny sounds, she talks to me in a very high voice and tells me how good I am, but eventually I get my way. I love it when she picks me up and kisses my head and tickles my belly and whispers in my ear and cuddles me. Who wants to take a walk when I can stand my ground and get all that attention.
Monday, whichis tomorrow I heard Phyllis say that I was going to an orthopedic surgeon to see about my leg. I know what that is because I may be small but I am very smart.
So I will be back to tell you what happens at the dogtor visit.
By the way, I am not interested in other dogs like Elvis and Cookie. I do, however, like Phyllis a lot
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