I was showing my friend my wounds caused by the cutest little fuzzy ball of fur you’ve ever seen. Katie adequately named it “oh, the Vampire Days.” How appropriate! I thought to myself, this is like the time Rosie caught and killed one of the neighbor’s chickens. Somebody said, “Once they get the taste of blood, they’re committed.” I kind of figured out, same with humans, once this creature got the taste of my blood, she was hooked.
I read somewhere, you need to carry something along when you’re walking somewhere, when she comes up to bite your leg or heel, you’ll have something to whap her with. I thought about a rolled-up newspaper, but who has newspaper anymore? So, as I was emptying my husbands trash can next to his computer, “well there’s a bunch of note paper,” I’ll roll it up in a tight little stick as my defense. The first time I used it on her, I think she got the message. Now, whenever she sees me holding it, she’ll back off. It’s kind of like the cordless vacuum cleaner. The first time I turned it on in the house, she got so excited. She would chase it, charge it, until one time she got too close, and I think it may have barely sucked up her back foot, ever since then, she shows a whole new respect for the cordless. I haven’t pulled out the big dog vacuum yet, we’ll see what she thinks of it someday.
Trying to keep everyone healthy around here is becoming a chore. What with the pollen count and oak allergies, what’s a Mom to do??? We spent almost an hour at the wonderful clinic today. Love PA Sherry and of course her assistant, Jeannie. What a knowledgeable pair of professionals!
Then, with a puppy who wants to eat everything in sight, you’ve gotta stay on your toes. Yesterday afternoon, she became all lethargic. I took her out to poop, and it just wasn’t normal. Sorry, we, as new parents, tend to look at that sort of thing, “Poop” is a normal word around this house. I guess it has been ever since we began having a family. Anyway, shortly after that, she threw up on the deck. Oh dear. Well, dinner time rolled around, so we fed her only a small portion of the amount we just “graduated to.” Long story, short, that evening she went into her “normal state” of WILD DOG, running around the house for about 30 minutes, until she wore herself out. As it was “all of our bedtimes,” she was content to go to her kennel with her best friend Cindy.
Speaking of, as I was writing my story, it became too quiet, so I figured I’d better go see what she was up to. We let her play out on the deck, we leave the front door open, she loves it! There she was all innocent, lying in her typically straddled way, playing with one of her own toys go figure! So, I went to find my phone so I could grab a pic for my story, by the time I got back, she was digging in the dirt of one of my not too healthy plants anyway. Oh brother!
Sorry if you’re tired of hearing about Merry, she’s kind of our life right now. We think we’ll keep her.
