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Boarding at Posh Pets February 10, 2012

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This week I am boarding a Beagle mix named Dixie. I can’t tell you how excited Ellie gets to have someone to play with besides the cat. Dixie needed a little time to survey her surroundings before she was ready to run and play. She expressed her need by trying to chew Ellie’s face off for the next 20 minutes or so. Then she calmed down.

Mittens, however, has yet to calm down. it never ceases to amaze me that she can roll around and let Ellie drag her across the floor, yet acts like the world is coming to an end when another dog comes into the house. I’ve always wondered if she “knew how” to correct Ellie if she hurt her. She never ever uses her claws on Ellie and will yell out if Ellie bites too hard. But now I know… she took one look at Dixie, swelled up twice her size, spit, and went after her. Poor Dixie is probably scarred for life.

So a day  boarding at Posh Pets goes a little something like this….

7 AM- Ellie comes to the side of the bed and breathes in my face until i wake up and take her out. Take Ellie out to Potty. Get Dixie out of her crate and take her out to potty.

7:30 AM- Make coffee

8:00 AM- Took Dixie on a walk. Even the most house trained dogs have issues being in a house they don’t know. As a caretaker, I don’t necessarily know her signs, and there’s always the possibility my bones, treats, or stress could cause stomach upset. So I always give dogs lots of opportunity to do their business outside. That being said.. you can also relieve a lot of stress from being in a new place with new people by exercise. So a morning walk has multiple benefits.

9:00 Am – Check email, pay bills, update blog. All while Dixie and Ellie run through the house, knocking over tables, and leaving rugs askew throughout the house.

9:30 am- Both dogs drop to the floor, tongues hanging out, throughly exhausted.

Naptime with probably last a couple of hours. I have an appointment at 1 pm so I will likely wake up the pups and take them on another walk before I have to leave.

11:30-12:30- Long walk, more play time.

Because this is the first time I have boarded Dixie, I crate her while I am away from the house and at night. If she proves herself trustworthy, I will begin leaving her out for small increments of time until I feel its safe to leave her along. Her parents didn’t bring her in a crate, so i think she is probably out all the time at home.

3:00 PM- another short walk, just for a potty break.

3:30- 4:00 PM- More playing/Snoozing/Drinking buckets of water.

8ish- one last walk before bed.

They boys get home around 3 from school, and that brings three new playmates home for the dogs,  and they love to walk them/take them out to potty. So there is a lot of activity and stimulation until after dinner time. The first night I crated Dixie to go to sleep. The next morning when I was lounging around, she jumped up on the bed to make herself at home! So I decided I would give her a chance last night. She slept soundly right next to me ALL night. Didnt move.

And now they are back at it.




The Introduction. February 1, 2012

When the kittens were about two days old, I wanted to see how Ellie would act around them. It was probably my fault, but it was a disaster. She came in calmly, and knew something big was going down in that linen closet. She cautiously looked in, and I picked up a kitten for her to see. She sniffed it all over and licked its ear, I was so excited! I mean, shes totally the cat wisperer. Next, I was going to be taking pictures of her trying to feed them, making posts about her lactating and how I had to cover the babies in black and white polka dots so she didn’t mourn the loss of her never born children.  I picked up another and showed it to her- she promptly tried to eat it.

hmm… too soon.

After  about 7 days Mittens was going stir crazy in that tiny bathroom, so I installed a baby gate with a cat door in it. She could then come and go as she pleased and had easy access to the furry babes. Occasionally, when I went in to feed her I would leave the gate open, and Ellie would follow me in. She was always very calm, and with the exception of trying to eat the cat food, behaved herself wonderfully. The kittens weren’t alarmed by her… so I thought, ok. Lets do this again.

Dont you just love how she puts her head down on their level?? GAH! So cute.  They are getting so big, and don’t seem to be the slightest bit perturbed by Ellie. In fact… when Ellie got bored last night and decided to bring one into the living room for company… it hardly cried at all.





Snow Days January 25, 2012

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The day before I decided to go get Ellie, we were expecting a large snow storm. In Arkansas, anything over a dusting is a “large snow storm”. Wal-Mart is cleaned out of water, bread, milk, salt, and propane. Our state literally goes into a state of emergency, and we buckle down like we will never be seen or heard from again. So I knew if I didn’t get her the day before, it would be several days before I could go get her, and that just wasnt going to work. bBecause I am in the farthest Northwest corner of Arkansas, the shelter in Kansas was only about 90 minutes away, and I was able to swing leaving after work to go get her. So my friend Jessica (I’m mentioning you Jessica!) loaded up after work and drove down to get her. So happy I did. Or I wouldn’t have gotten these pictures. We havent had over an inch of snow since.





My love affair with Poodles January 22, 2012

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Ellie is my current standard poodle.

My love affair with poodles started my senior year of high school. It was literally like I woke up one morning and knew that that was the dog for me. It also didn’t hurt that my sister-in-law had just bought a teeny tiny black poodle and I loved it so much I just wanted to smoosh its brains out. Gah! Cuteness overload. So I asked my mom if I could have one. She didn’t say no. Good enough for me. I went and put a deposit down on one the next day. That marked the day my relationship with Sophie started. My very first toy poodle, and the most important relationship in the world to me. She was an apricot poodle, from a kennel, and not the most attractive thing in the world. But she was my world. Growing up, we had always had dogs ( mutts), and I loved them, because I loved animals. But none of them meant a 100 th of what Sophie meant. She was MINE. I took care of her, and most importantly, she didn’t love my brothers. The fact that I was 17 and also had a love of boys, Marlboro reds, and occasionally stealing my moms Chardonnay could probably explain why she wasn’t potty trained until over a year old and then only ever learned to sit when she felt like it. I have since given up my Marlboro and Chardonnay habits. Merlot is infinitely better. But never my poodles.

Anyway, I had Sophie for 7 years before she passed much too soon. During that time, I owned and fostered an assortment of poodles. There was Lilly, a cockapoo ( crazy, bad breeding), Sydney (one of Sophie’s babies and a dog everyone instantly loves), Charlie, another apricot poodle, Onyx, a black standard poodle, and Divo a very red toy poodle. All of these dogs were great, in their own way, but none compared to Sophie, and all went to various homes while Sophie remained steadfastly by my side. We lived in 7 houses, went through numerous boyfriends, and a couple of marriages before she crossed the rainbow bridge. The hardest day of my life was when she passed. I buried her under a dogwood tree, and left a piece of me there.

Soon after, I found myself in a new house, with a new life. and I knew I needed a new poodle. By this time Logan and the boys were in my life, and I was a little worried about getting a toy poodle. They can be the victim of bad breeding, and with that can come a nervous, yappy, nippy, frail thing that would never stand up to the abuse of three 5 year olds. My house is only two bedrooms, and maybe 1100 sq feet, so a standard poodle would be a big presence. But standards have not yet been subjected to over breeding the way toys have, and historically have a much more calm, relaxed demeanor. I began what would become a months long search. I looked at breeders, shelters, petfinder.com, and numerous other places.

Finally, I found Ellie. She was in a shelter in Kansas.

She came from a breeder and was originally intended to be kept for breeding purposes. My sweet little baby Ellie was almost destined  to have litter after litter, year after year. Luckily, as I know full well, Ellie doesn’t do anything unless its her idea. The kennel dropped her off at the shelter stating that she could not be “accustomed to the breeding lifestyle.” In other words, she doesn’t like being in a small cage where she can barely stand for 23 hours a day. She doesn’t like her feet and toes being spread apart by wire cages, and being  shuffled back and forth like cattle, from place to place. In fact, she prefers to lay on my queen sized bed. Alone. She prefers to lay on her chair in the office, with her head propped up on the arm.

And if she eats, she prefers it to be out of the trashcan.

 And like I said… she doesn’t do anything unless it was her idea…

My love affair with poodles will never end.. they are a joy. They are entertainment. They are a pain in the ass. They are protectors, lovers, and comforters. I have converted many a cynic, who now own poodles of their own. Stay tuned for more stories of my monster, there are plenty to tell.