In the blog-o-sphere, there was a guest post recently by someone of the four-legged persuasion…
Since “dog talk” seems to be allowed now on weblogs, I’ve decided to “tell my story!” It’s been a “long strange ride,’ but you can “bet your boots” that I’ll “tell it like it is!”
These are my “glamorous” shots!
My humble beginnings…
I was born several years ago (I’m a girl – you don’t expect me to tell my age do you?) in a dysfunctional home in Las Cruces, New Mexico. I’m a terrier-mix, probably mixed with a poodle. My humans didn’t want me (or my brothers and sisters) and took us all to the local adoption center. I was barely six weeks old when a sad looking lady came in and saw me (with my brothers and sisters) in a pen. I wanted a “forever home,” and I knew that time was running out. Yes, I was cute but I won’t tell you what happens to animals that aren’t eventually adopted.
So, I decided to “turn on the charm!”
I gave my best “soulful eye” glance and the lady smiled and picked me up! I worked it baby! Knowing that I was small and cute, I gave a sigh and fell asleep in her hands. Score! I thought I had her at hello, but she told the staff to hold me (no not in their arms silly) and she’d make her decision the next day.
I was on “pins and needles all night!”
Didn’t she want me? I found out later that she had lost a good friend named Mei-Mei a couple of years before due to canine kidney disease. Mei-Mei lived a year after the lady found out, and she learned how to do doggie nursing care with subcutaneous injections of saline, and shots of Epogen/Procrit. Mei-Mei took a turn for the worse as the lady went to visit her brother in Tennessee for the holidays one year and was put to sleep just two days before Christmas. She cried a lot…
The lady came back the next day and became my mom!
I knew that I would never replace Mei-Mei, but I did know that my new mom would love me and I would make her happy! So far – so good!
The puppy years…
First of all, don’t judge me – I was “just a kid!” I tried and tried to stay out of trouble, but for some reason I would make bad choices. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a horrible pup but I was certainly mischievous.
I love to eat – there I’ve said it! There’s nothing wrong with a healthy appetite, right? However, my mom couldn’t just leave out food for me or I’d eat until I weight 300 pounds. So, I got fed twice a day with some yummy kibble and I’m a happy camper. Once when I went to the vet for a check-up the vet lectured my mom about my “chubby butt.” After that I got put on a diet for awhile – just food and no yummy snacks.
What a drag!
Uh, did I mention I like to CHEW? Oh my goodness, there’s nothing like sinking your teeth into something satisfying – like the strap of a new Coach bag from the Outlet store or the cord on the electric grill on the patio. However, those deeds don’t make mom happy – and when mom ain’t happy, NOBODY’S HAPPY!
Now I get my “chew kicks” from a Kong filled with a couple of tablespoons of peanut butter. My mom laughs at me as she’s preparing it, and I just sit there and lick my lips. Aw, but it’s SO GOOD! My crazy mom laughs and calls the Kong my “Binky“, but I don’t care as long as there is peanut butter.
I love dark chocolate…
You know, life is sometimes cruel. How can you love something and have it be bad for you? My mom once left a dish of dark chocolate on the coffee table. I ignored it for a long time. However, one night when she was asleep I crept into the living room and ate THE WHOLE CONTENTS OF THE CANDY DISH! When mom woke up she rushed me to the veterinarian and they gave me something to make me barf. Then, if that wasn’t enough they gave me something in an I.V.
My mom and I both paid for that one – me living the experience and her with the big bill.
I wish I could say that I never ate dark chocolate again. However, I found some a couple of times when we were traveling in the RV. I got caught right afterward and my mom found that mixing 1/2 water and 1/2 hydrogen peroxide in a cocktail (and then walking me around) makes me uh, “upchuck.”
My name is Cali and I’m a chocoholic.
The later years…
I’ve settled down a lot.
No longer do I jump fences or rock walls – I have a little arthritis, but I’m still a “foxy girl!” There are things that I can’t seem to come to terms with though. I don’t like the noise of “rattling trucks.” Every Monday I hear the garbage truck and I just HAVE to go to the door and express my disapproval.
Last year it backfired on me…
We were on our way home in the RV and driving through Nevada. Driving through Winnemucca, we stopped for gas and frozen yogurt! I knew I should have stayed with my mom and just eat my vanilla frozen yogurt, but a flatbed trailer came around the corner and I went for it! Dang! I managed to roll under the trailer and come out the other side, but I had some superficial injuries. My mom took me to an emergency vet, and I think she was the one that was “worse for the wear.” I was sore for a couple of days, and I “milked the attention” for all it was worth! I’m a little ashamed because my mom cried for hours… Shh, don’t tell anyone, I like to chase cats too!
Yeah, my mom’s a pushover!
Every night, I jump into bed and act like I don’t care a bit about my mom. However, the fact is I love her a lot. During the night, I snuggle up against her hip and sleep peacefully all night long.
In the morning, mom sometimes acts like she’s still asleep – but I KNOW BETTER! I get up in her face and give her some of my famous “puppy kisses” to get her behind out of bed. The sooner she’s up, the sooner I go potty and get fed!
Usually after some serious snuggling, she says: “Let’s get up!” and off we go!
Something that embarrasses me is that she hugs and kisses me too much sometimes. Gee-ma-nitly, it’s just plain embarrassing – I’m part poodle (as in FRENCH) doncha know? Every day she tells me she loves me.
You know, I don’t mind it at all – I love her too!