28 March 2008
It's just like 8th grade! :) Sara, another in a long line of recent signs that our trip was meant to be. Can't wait!!
This weekend will likely be a little crazy. I leave for Vegas on Monday, so I've got all my crap to get together -- I'll be there seven days, so lots of clothes to try on and figure out and pack. Monday through Thursday is work (yuck), but Thursday night through Sunday is fun. An early congrats to Melissa and Shawn, whose wedding we'll be attending Saturday night. Lots of love to the pre-newlyweds!
Another big event coming up.... My dear dear Jessica is TURNING THIRTY ON SUNDAY!!!!!!!!!!! So lots of love to her, and Jess, I wish I could be with you. Miss you and love you oodles and oodles.
*I see you peekin at me, birthday girl!
24 March 2008
PS. As I promised volunteer coordinator Kelly (and swore on the Bible, Koran, and Torah)... we will still remain on the foster list. It may be awhile before we can handle another puppy, but hopefully we can still help out with other dogs in need!
21 March 2008
I also registered to do Walk & Wag with Heidi this year. Lisa and Macy are going to walk, too. :) If you're interested in joining us, again, you don't have to live in Washtenaw County. Heck, you don't even have to physically walk. All they ask is that you raise at least $35 to participate. Sounds like it will be a fun time!!
17 March 2008
11 March 2008
1. No accidents ALL day.
2. This morning, Georgie walked from inside, down the block, around the cul de sac, and back.
3. With my lunch in his sights, Georgie jumped UP on the couch!
4. The leash is the magic trick: we've had the pooch tethered to us since yesterday morning (when he isn't relaxing in his crate). He can still roam around and play with Heidi, or lay down or chew his bone, but he can't get out of our site and into his "marking territory."
5. Our boy is curvy! His belly is filling out, and no longer can you feel the bones in his skull.
6. He loves his grandpas! He got to love on Bob and Larry.
7. Heidi and George are in love. It is SO cute to watch them play. George lays on his back or vice versa and they roll around and nuzzle each others bellies and nip at each others feet and smooch.
8. He's almost strong enough for a bath! We're used to the stinky by now, but he'll smell even better after the lavender soap hits him.
9. He's sleeping better and better every night. Tonight we're thinking we won't set the 2:30 am alarm -- we'll just wait and see when he wakes us up (and we discovered he can and will bark when he needs to go out).
10. He's the cutest little Georgie Pooch ever!
08 March 2008
George has gone from a full day of sitting on the couch (his first day here) to nonstop action (today). He still doesn't move very fast, but he's up and down up and down all day, checking stuff out, sniffing around. He can even hop off the couch and his legs will support his landing. It's amazing. Seriously.
We have encountered one problem, but luckily it's just a normal puppy problem. Georgie thinks he needs to pee and/or mark every five minutes. And I mean that literally. In spurts, for the past two days, he's peed at least 45,403 times. We'll take him out, he'll pee twice, poop, we'll bring him back in, set him down, and he'll go pee in the kitchen. Oh, and he doesn't like to pee on tile. I started to worry that he might have an infection, but when he finally calms down for the night around 9 or 10, he'll sleep for two hours at a time, and then again for four hours at night in his cage. I looked it up online and realized he's probably marking. Our little masculine pooch! I called the hs this morning and spoke with the shelter manager, and she agreed that's likely what he's doing. She suggested we have him spend some relaxing, cozy time in his puppy crate, that it might help with the transition. So in between playtimes with Heidi, mini-walks outside, and lots of snacks, he's taking two or three naps in his crate, and you know what? I think it's helped! We haven't had a single accident since. Fingers crossed! But again, still a sigh of relief to deal with normal "he's just a puppy!" problems. I'll take it!
07 March 2008
05 March 2008
I picked George up (yes, we named him George. And despite my mom's protestations, I think it's a good, strong name. And far better than the horrible "Cinder," "Blaze," and "Arson" the humane society suggested) from the shelter yesterday morning. While prepared, I never could have really been prepared. He's four or five months old, so he's as tall as he should be, but there's nothing to fill in the middle. He's skin and bones -- it's so hard to pick him up because he feels so fragile... You can feel every bone in his body. He was cowering underneath a desk when I got there and had no intentions of moving. When we got him in my car, he peed (probably in pure terror!). I brought him home, set him up in the chair, tucked him in with a warm blanket, grabbed a handful of food, and we were instand friends. He spent the afternoon in his chair, mainly because his legs just don't have any strength. But you could see in his eyes.... he wasn't going to give up! He got braver and braver as the day progressed, peeking his head around the chair, and even getting down for a few laps around the rug with Heidi. Brad got home, and I'd saved George's evening treat for him to feed him to make friends with. I can't tell you how sweet it is to see this terrified, weak little pooch give it his all and walk around the room. By bedtime, his tail even came out from between his legs and gave a little wag.
Today he's just been better and better every hour. He's been awake most of the day, has hopped off the couch all by himself to steal some of Heidi's carrots, and he even walked all the way down to the backyard on his own! Oh, and he totally killed two bones and could probably eat a whole bag of food on his own. That makes me so happy to see. After everything he's been through, our little guy can still enjoy the small pleasures in life. And when he snuggled up to my arm this afternoon? Melt.
Now it's evening two, and Brad and I are comfortably flanked by our sleeping pooches. Brad has observed that Georgie loves to be outside -- even though he can only handle a few minutes of scooting around, he's eager to explore and his tail wags wags away. Did I mention he loves to eat?
While Heidi is clearly unsettled by this new pooch in the house getting waited on hand and foot, she is being a good big sister. She hasn't overwhelmed George, has only barked a few times, and as soon as he's on the ground, she's at his side, his little bodyguard foster sister. She doesn't even try to eat his stinky puppy food!
Two Days: A Pictorial
03 March 2008
Boo to Not Winning
PS. Our lives will be changing dramatically tomorrow morning. I'm picking up a four-month-old collie mix from the humane society to foster for a few weeks. He was rescued from a fire in an abandoned building, so he's clearly in need of lots and lots of love (and lots of snacks!). Make sure you stop by to give him smooches soon. :)
02 March 2008