Maddie doesn’t know how to play. She’s perplexed by Ghengis, David and I. When Ghengis and I play tug rope she gets upset and gets in Ghengis’ face every time he play-growls at me. She can’t quite figure out why the 3 of us my start running around the house like fools, laughing our asses off (okay, most people and dogs wouldn’t get it either). She watches Ghengis fetch his squeaky ball with mild disinterest.
So, we’re teaching her to play. We’re praising her when she’s goofy, we lavish her with attention when joins us in running around the house.
Ghengis adores her, he follows her around and tries to engage her in play. I hope she can relax enough and start to play. It would be good for both of them.
As for me, i’m still sick (and running about the house like a fool isn’t helping things). I had to cancel out of my dad’s bbq today (sorry dad!), but there was no way I could make it. Ten minutes of effort finds me sweating, aching and exhausted. I’ll make it up to him and I think a bottle of 10 year old Laphroaig will ease the pain.
The most I can manage is eating leftover chinese (oh Bill, I love you forever) and devouring popsicles.
nap time with the dogs, it’s on.
Category Archives: Doogles
Welcome
She is a calm joy, a thoughtful dog with a sweet demeanor. Slowly she is settling in and getting used to things. I’m glad she is here.
You forgot nothing! You fool no one!
I took today off. Most people take mondays or fridays off to extend their weekends. It makes sense, I do it most of the time. Every once in a while, though, I just like to take a day off in the middle of the week. It breaks my work week up.
Today April came over to micromanage. In anyone else, this would be an insult, but my sister is the queen of the micromanagers. If you need someone to come in to a situation, take charge and get shit done down to the littlest detail you call my sister in. I had unpacked everything but my books and the serving dishes. Easy enough to do but completely uncritical to my life and since I’m so easily distracted it just was not getting done.
In comes April on her micromanagement chariot. Boxes are emptied, shelves are filled, space is created.
Aprils fee? A ham and cheese sandwich, 15 tater tots and an iced tea.
Things are coming together. I really love this place. I love having this thing which is all mine. It’s very freeing. The next steps include getting pictures up, decorating and then setting up the aquarium.
Tomorrow is Maddie’s day! If I can’t find out her birthday then tomorrow will be her birthday from here on out. Dogs need birthdays as much as I do! I’m excited and worried. She’s 4 years old and in that time she was owned by people who didn’t care. Now she’s in a doggie foster home with a woman who is very fond of her. Tomorrow, one week after she was abandoned, she will go to yet another home. There will be a whole new set of things to learn, people and animals to deal with. She’s always lived in the country and now she will live in the city with all the traffic and noises and smells.
She’s been neglected and abused and harmed and then abandoned. She deserves something quite fantastic. I hope I can give it to her. Our big mission is to deal with men. She’s been abused and she’s scared of men now. We will work on that slowly and carefully. She deserves to be calm and comfortable.
I can tell you with all certainty that Ghengis is a happy dog. A very happy dog. I hope I can give that to Maddie as well.
double quick
2 things then I fall into bed.
1) This is Maddie (and here and here they took the listing down so I updated the links), she’s a beautiful girl and on friday she’s my new special little gal. I can’t tell you how excited I am. I had initially passed her over on the petfinder site as she is all the way in Iowa, but the more I looked at her the more I fell in love with her. I’m a sucker for a hard luck case. Figured I’d drive down there and get her! Well, I went through the approval process, spent the day emailing the lady who runs the shelter and discovered that she will be in St Paul with the dogs from the shelter for an adoption event. She’s bringing the dog to me! Here’s the keenest part: I had decided to get a dog, I decided if I got a dog I would name her Madeline and call her Maddie for short. Cool? Cool!
2) I don’t care, hiking boots and walking shoes should come in pink. What’s wrong with pink? Well, besides the fact that no one takes you seriously? I found some kiwi green walkign shoes, cool, but not the same. Oh well.
There you have it, my peeps! The world is getting calmer, my ‘family’ will be getting bigger by one puppy, things are good. Good.
succubus
I read an article once detailing how dogs were not man’s best friend but, in fact, highly evolved parasites. They learned how to manipulate humans and as a result were taken in, fed, housed, loved in exchange for very little. Sure, there are working dogs out there that work hard for the food, shelter and love they receive, but I think that they are in the minority.
Let’s use….hmmm…Ghengis as an example here. He knows exactly which facial expressions will get him more hugs and cuddling and he uses them liberally. He also knows exactly how to sit up and pout his lip a little (yes, he pouts his lower lip) to get a dorito from me.
In his slickest move thus far, he offered me a chunk of chewed up rawhide in exchange for another dorito. He kept plopping the gross little rawhide nubbin on my lap then looking at the bag of chips. I naturally gave him a dorito which he ate. Then he deftly picked up the rawhide he had given me, settled in net to me and started chewing on it.
He offered something to me in exchange for a dorito knowing that i would not want to keep it. He got his dorito AND his rawhide AND i will continue to look down upon him as though he were a little furry angel sent to make me happy.
I’m such a sucker.