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

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?