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Friday, March 23, 2012

Say what? You brought me a what? You got it from where? You brought me food, a bed, treats? SAY WHAT?

Holy McJeebus what am I gonna do. I have NEVER had a puppy and I sure as heck don’t know how to train it or if I will have the patients not to pick her up every time she cries.

Lordy Lordy I am fixin’ to be forty and this is my first pup. The only other child I have is my goat cat. Talk about skeeerrrt. That would be me! Seriously.

Last night I slept on my dirty arsed kitchen floor that I have been meaning to mop but hadn’t  yet. Yes you heard me. ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR. Why? Because she was crying and was in new place and needed me. This AM about 4:30 I had all I could take and got up and put her in the bed with me. Goat cat hid under the bed all night.

I woke up early this am (not like I really slept) and took her outside. She would not leave my side so I walked barefoot in the wet grass to get her to come out there. PeePeePooPoo? NOPE. In we go, I put her back in the kitchen which I had pardoned off with some boxes and such. She peed then. I went to get ready for work and she starting crying and caterwauling so I put her in the bedroom with me on the bed. I walk into my closet (she can’t see me) and she commences to make noises as though she is being strangled or lashed with a wet noodle.

Anyways, right now she is at the vet getting washed and cleaned and poked and prodded. I know that is scary for her, but it has to be done. OH… I failed to mention my friend found said puppy on the side of the road sorta kinda. So of course I did not want goat cat (my baby) to catch anything, and I for one, am NOT fond of fleas.

As I write and think and let all of my anxieties, fears, exhaustion come into play, I sound a tad on the "no pup for me side", but really I am just freaked out. It means big changes. Good ones I think, but right now I can’t get passed the freaked part!  Dogs are SOOOOO much different than cats. I hope I can do this. I am getting so many people saying different things and that just makes me all the more scared. Crate her? Don’t? Puppy pads? Let her sleep with me? Will she and the cat get along?
I DON’T KNOW and I am buggin’!!

So please wish me luck. Pray for the little pumpkin that I make a good puppy mommy. She is still an “it” right now. I need a name!!

Any ideas?

PS. My friend knew I had ben thinking about it and I didn't want to get one without having food etc....she brought me all of that. Isn't that sweet? Excpet for the dog part!! LOLOL Kidding, I will adjust! She will have me trained by the end of the week!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hmm, now what kind of name is there for a nameless dog? One name comes to mind, but somehow I don't think it's befitting.

I can give you a few tips, Ape. Training takes time and patience. That'll come, but it helps if you remember the dog is a dog, and you're the leader of the pack. So far it sounds like the dog is training you. Dogs don't like being locked up overnight in a different area of the house to where they spend the day (unless they get lucky and land on your bed) so try and find someplace where it will settle. Have you ever seen The Dog Whisperer? If you haven't, you'd better start. Cesar Millan can teach you everything you need to know about dog behavior and psychology.

Apey said...

Thanks Mr. V. Actually it was less then a day and pup went back to my friend and her 15 year old daughter. They have a 150 lb pup who loves the baby and the second I brought her in they went tearing around the couch. I feel better and I think that will be a better home! Soooo I am back to goat cat!! But thanks for the advice! I thing some od Ceasar's rules can be applied to men folk!

Anonymous said...

Sheesh!

TsukikoAmamoto said...

Yes give men a squeaky toy and they will be satisfied...
*gigglez*
I wanna see pics of the puppy...
pwetty pwease *bats eyelashes*