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This Day in My History

2001:  The Auld Sod
2002:  I'm Specialized
2003:  A Pledge for DSL
2004:  The Auld Sod (rerun)
2005 Kiss Me, I'm Irish

2006:  Luck of the Irish

"Let's Murder Marsha"

Books Read in 2007

Updated 2/28:
"The Cat Who Ate Danish Modern"


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17 March 2007

Every time I bring new puppies into the house and post pictures and video, I get e-mail from people wondering how I can bear to give them up.

These are good examples of how I can bear to give them up.

(they are joined together by threads that they pulled off
a rug on the seat of my chair;
see arrow for where it connects to chair)

I can do the little guys easily, even when they start getting into things.  I know them.  I've known them practically since birth.  And when they start getting too much to handle, Ashley swoops in like a redeeming savior and moves them to someone who can't handle newborns, but who loves toddlers.  It's a perfect system.

But when you meet them between toddlerhood and pre-adolescence, you get them at the stage where they are starting to be at their worst, and you've missed the "I love them so much because they are my babies" stage.  They are cute as all get out, but like hurricanes or whirling dervishes.  Let them out of the cage and they head in opposite directions at top speed and things go flying.

This morning one managed to pee on the living room rug in the ONE spot that is visible despite the wooden barricade, while the other one left a huge pile of poop on Lizzie's new bed.  Walt and I passed each other, carrying baking soda, scrub rags, and toilet paper to opposite ends of the house.

I went out to give blood today and foolishly decided to leave them out of the cage, with the back door opened, rather than lock them in the cage or lock Sheila and Lizzie in the house.

Well, I came home half an hour later to find chairs all over the place, books on the floor, remote controls everywhere.  I'm sure all they did was chase each other, but "chasing each other" means onto my recliner (which is not on the rug, so it slides easily), then across the end table where the remotes and books are, onto Walt's recliner and then onto the floor. 

(Yes, I should have cleared the table.  I know it's my fault for not "puppy-proofing" the house.)

It wasn't that bad, and, given how I keep house, probably not even that noticeable, but it just shows how you can't really sit in your office and work or answer e-mail or anything else.  You have to be right there with them all the time, or locking them outside, which is fine for them, but the older dogs complain.  I don't want to invest that kind of time.

They're sweet as anything and, like any toddler who has had a particularly active day, when they climb into your lap, collapse with a big sigh, look up at you and then slowly close their eyes and start snoring, you forget how angry you were with them earlier in the day.

They're very sweet, but if you ask why I am not even tempted to keep them, or any of the little guys we raise from infancy, it's because I just don't want to go through the "training phase" any more.  Lizzie is enough all by herself!  Fostering for the SPCA is the best of all possible worlds.  There is a great need for foster parents for all ages and breeds of dogs (and cats, but I don't do cats!).  There are, sadly, enough dogs to go around, but bonding with a puppy, when you already have two dogs of your own, is crazy.  What you do is to take care of them and love them so that they are ready to move on to homes of their own, where they get their own beds and don't have to share laps.

And then you pick up the debris, wash all the bedding and wait for the next dog(s) to come along so you can do it all over again.


Ashley asked me to take some pictures of Martin
for someone who was interested in him. 
This is my favorite!


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