I wasn’t going to blog today, as I was busy doing some other stuff, but when Spring heard I was slacking, she held the little Riddle hostage.
You’d better post something, or the wee terrier gets it.
Yes, Riddle is STILL WITH ME. How is this possible? Who wouldn’t love that scruffy little face and want to take it home immediately?
But in better news, the old lady dog from Animal Control is responding very well to medication and lots of love from her foster mum, Stephanie. She’s on three different medications for her enlarged heart, the vet clinic staff removed most of her matts, and Stephanie has given her oodles of affection and attention, and Emmylou is rallying right back!
It’s so sad that anyone let her get to this state. The vet believes her to be around 12 years old. That’s it!
Around 12 years old:
Around 12 years old:
Isn’t that just crazy to think about?
It’s hard to believe it snowed this time last week.
And today was a beautiful sunny winter day.
The melted snow and rainstorms we had all week left giant puddles everywhere though, much to Mr. Orange’s dismay.
I am getting downright sick of this cat. This morning he woke me up at 5:30AM by scratching non stop at a kitchen cabinet door for something like 20 straight minutes because he felt like getting into the plastic bags. When I hollered at him to knock it off, he responded by waking me up an hour later scratching in his litterbox endlessly after using the facilities, until I leaped out of bed and chased him out of the bathroom. I dislike being woken early on my day off. And yes, his box was clean, I emptied and scrubbed it late yesterday afternoon. He’s just a shithead.
When we went for a walk on the acreage this morning, he complained about the wet and puddles CONSTANTLY. When he doesn’t want to go somewhere, he stops walking and yells a metronome style series of meows. Today I was so annoyed with him that I didn’t indulge him and just kept walking, and he meowed long and loudly until I was more than an acre away. He’s a real pain in the ass! And he’s free to a good home.
Seriously, you can have him. He’s a nice enough cat, but I really didn’t want a third cat and I especially did not want a third cat that I don’t really like very much. He was supposed to be a barn cat! I think he should live at your house instead. Lock up your plastic bags.
In all seriousness though, who among you has rehomed an animal because it just didn’t work out for you? And how devastating was it for you?
I’m starting to think, sometimes, that I should rehome TWooie (insert pause for collective gasp of astonishment). Not because I want to – doG knows I love The TWoo. But he and Dex are really growing to loathe one another something fierce. They’ve never gotten on well, and the more mature Dexter gets, the less tolerant TWooie gets. I’m breaking up more and more growling / Mad Teeth™ / circling matches between them lately, and I’m starting to get to the point where I’m wondering if I should be concerned about leaving them alone together every day.
They don’t fight … yet. Mostly they don’t fight because Dex knows he’s not supposed to fight with other dogs. As a result, he gets bullied by TWooie. And this doesn’t help TWooie learn not to f*ck with Dex. And I’m worried that one day Dexter will lose his temper – and he’s easily twice as big as TWooie.
Dexter was here first. TWooie came last.
I feel bad for Dexter because he often doesn’t even come into the room where the rest of us are. If I don’t babygate the bedroom off limits, he will spend his time up on my bed instead of in the main room with us. I can’t help but wonder how much the stress of living with a dog who hates him affects Dex. I just don’t know.
Of course the other problem (besides the fact that I don’t want to part with TWoo) is that giving away TWoo probably means giving away Woo as well, which is unthinkable. Because they are joined at the hip, those two.
Or should I just put Dex and TWooie in a cage and let them have an Ultimate Death Match?
Can I referee?
Okay, but really … do you have any useful suggestions? I’d love to hear them. I’m lucky in that I can take Dexter to work with me if I need to, but jobs and life change all the time, so I don’t want to count on that as being a long term solution in the event they can’t be left alone together.
I don’t want to give up any of my dogs! We need some ideas. I am thinking of smearing both of them with peanut butter every day and forcing them to make out until they fall in love.
Can we talk about me now?