Is Trilby ok?
I texted and -I think- got a relpy but can;t acceaa it. I don'y want toplague er and my readng of computer monitors is for crap tonight. Did anyone 9other than Sunda (time diff) speak to her this evening?
trilby, obviously. i'm tired, it's late and I'm woried, sorry
Is Trilgy ok?
No, she's still a dingbat. :p:
She posted ages ago. Looked to me like she was taking the day off to rest. I am sure we'll be seeing her again here soon.
Sexo, ur going to be in trouble soon.
... Sexo, ur going to be in trouble soon.
Have you been trying to get me pregnant? :eyebrow:
Have you been trying to get me pregnant? :eyebrow:
No, but she switched your birth control pills with altoids. ;)
Spoke to Trilby again tonight (UK time)
She's on the sofa.
I just spoke with her. Jesus i feel for her. What a horrible thing. I think knowing how we love her and are concerned and here for her helps. She is smart and sweet with a giant heart and none of us can stop her pain right now it just has to 'be' but i know we would make it not hurt if we could. You are loved, tril.
Well I think we can write 2013 off already for the Dwellar "best year ever" awards.... :(
Tril, keep posting, pls. I tried to txt you, i r fail.
Sending more hugs, Trilby.
2013 still has time to turn around.
Those ill or suffering have time to heal.
Those losing pets have time to recover.
I predict jobs, houses, romance, music, lights and dancing women...
and levity. Always levity.
I've spoken to m'lady most evenings (UK time)
She's finding her way out of intense grief.
It's not passing easily, but she's working on it.
She has a lot to overcome at present.
But she is open to the idea of adopting another dog; with her family's blessing.
I've told her I am always here to hear from her.
As are many Dwellars.
I think we're keeping here anchored.
Trilby, you're in everyone's thoughts. Please hang on and know that this too will pass. Elvis sends his love!
Trilby, you're in my thoughts. X
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Yeah, Tril, we're thinking of you. Give us a bell if you need an ear.
Tril had a run-in with an unsympathetic doctor/ pharmacist.
Didn't help her mood.
But she was angry rather than sad when we spoke, which is a change for the better I think.
thanks everyone. I am going to look at a doggie today (a min pin) and another one later on ---- a min pin in cincinnati. I am slowly mending but I wish I could turn back the clock. My sister is coming up to look at the one dog with me.
your concern is so sweet. thank you all for caring and for cherry spending all her hard earned money calling me. The doctor I'm never going back to and the store (kroger) I shall never speak of again (after being a customer for 12 years) I was crying at the pharmacy desk, the pharmacist called the police and when I got home the police where there, they cuffed me and took me to the hospital "for my own good" b/c the pharmacist thought I looked 'extremely distraught' =-oh, yeah----THREE cruisers pulled up to my house. I'm sure my neighbors now think I am a child murderer.
SO happy to hear from you babba.
Even if I need spelling and geography lessons regarding Cincinnati.
You're stronger than you think. FAR better than you think. And loved. Name-check yourself on this website. You might not feel special in your immediate environment. But what do they know? You're respected worldwide.
Good to hear from you, Trilby ... sorry to hear about the pharmacy and police. I hope your trip today is the start of better things.
Dude, that pharmacist was way out of line. Or maybe she just made a small call out of concern, and it was the cops who unnecessarily escalated the situation. One way or the other, someone is a massive douchebag. I'm glad to hear from you, Tril, and that you're slowly feeling better.
It's the Aurora backlash. Pretend you are in Japan where everyone is all up in everyone else's grill.
Good to hear from you. Serious WTF to three cruisers over someone in grief. Sheesh.
Min Pins are great, characterful wee dogs. Glad to hear how you're getting on.
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I've been through similar shit Trilby and it's massively fucked up. I hope the massive douchebag responsible has a really bad day. Sadness is not a crime or a disease. For fucking fuck's sake.
I'd talk to a lawyer about a huge false arrest suit.
I don't think protective custody constitutes an arrest and the pharmacist is probably held harmless from civil suit by law; unless, the pharmacist's action can be proved to be malicious. The pharmacist erring on the side of caution also protects the store from liability; so, a complaint to Kroger will probably end up in the pharmacist's favor. Changing pharmacies, as you intend, is most likely your best option since Kroger (like many pharmacies) probably has a video camera record of you at the customer service counter which they and the police can reference. What you actually felt and how you presented may be two different things. Even people here were relieved when you started posting again after sharing your tribulation. Just sayin'.
Handcuffs constitute an arrest. And dragging you out of your house because some asshole says you looked distraught? Fuck that shit.:mad:
I think most police department SOPs require all backseat transports (anyone not an invited ride-along) to be handcuffed for both the officers' and detainee's safety whether they are under arrest or not. Her story above was "... when I got home the police where there, ..." and not that she was dragged out of her house. It takes two to tango.
If something horrible had happen I bet the pharmacist would never sleep again knowing they could have done something.
I would like to see it as someone trying to do the right thing and that is really as much as you can do.
I think most police department SOPs require all backseat transports (anyone not an invited ride-along) to be handcuffed for both the officers' and detainee's safety whether they are under arrest or not. Her story above was "... when I got home the police where there, ..." and not that she was dragged out of her house. It takes two to tango.
Yes.
If the neighbors ask what happened, look them right in the eye and say "I am not at liberty to discuss the events of..." then stop, and then whisper "I gotta go."
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Trill, I extend my condolences on your loss.
My Labs died when I was overseas.
I found the one when I was 9.
She had a litter when I was 11.
I kept one.
There were my dogs until I deployed.
When I got back to The World, my family waited 2 months to even tell me they died (mother had them euthanized).
I kind of know how you feel...
I wish you the best on the new pups...
Sexobon is correct. There is a mechanism for police to take into protective custody any person who is reasonably deemed to be at imminent risk of harm to self or others, or who appears at risk of imminent serious physical impairment due to a mental health condition. The police must transport such person directly to a hospital for prompt evaluation. This process is not voluntary so cuffs are used.
The point of the provision for this sort of detention is to ensure the satefy and prompt evaluation of someone who meets one or more of the above three criteria, through words or actions and sometimes general appearance (eg an emaciated, obviously physically ill psychotic person found wandering in the passing lane on the interstate). Whatever happened at the pharmacy prompted the pharmacist to call, and either the strength of the concerns communicated prompted dispatch to send three cruisers, or the first officers on scene asked for backup. We don't know the details.But the point of it all was safety.
Tril was taken to the police station though.
Not conducive to mental healing.
Still, they let the lady go.
So she is now officially and legally confirmed as sane, which is more than I've ever been.
(I lie - I was discharged from mental health daycare after 2 weeks. Possibly because I got my sense of humour back and was disturbing the daily routine thereby.)
... when I got home the police where there, they cuffed me and took me to the hospital "for my own good"
That was the part of Trilby's account that said 'protective custody' rather than arrest. She didn't mention the police station in her post, and if she ended up there at some point that's a different matter. The whole episode isn't conducive to mental healing, but that's not the point of it - it's getting someone to urgent evaluation for reasons of safety.
I'm glad she was released, and I hope the rest of her day went much better.
Yeah, she's lucky she didn't end up at Guantanamo. :mad:
I think most police department SOPs require all backseat transports (anyone not an invited ride-along) to be handcuffed for both the officers' and detainee's safety whether they are under arrest or not. Her story above was "... when I got home the police where there, ..." and not that she was dragged out of her house. It takes two to tango.
You are correct about the transport policy. In this type situation, we always had an ambulance transport with our assistance. I think the officers should have used more discretion and compassion.
Tril - I hope you get your new dog. If not, I have a turtle I will let you adopt. He is very sweet and doesn't get in the way. Doesn't eat much either. Now that I think about it, he hasn't eaten anything in a few years. Hmmm????
Oops, sorry Ortho. I was going with my remembered account rather than what Trilby wrote.
THREE cruisers pulled up to my house. I'm sure my neighbors now think I am a child murderer.
But also an opportunity for fun.
How about a story about your exploits as a high-end jewel thief. How you are never indicted because you leave no evidence behind.
But also an opportunity for fun.
How about a story about your exploits as a high-end jewel thief. How you are never indicted because you leave no evidence behind.
There ya go...
Glad you're safe, Tril. Love ya.
Trilby has a new dog.
With a poopy problem.
Given my cat has produced an awful ot of custard (Blackadder) over the weekend I do not worry that love will find a way.
Oh! She has a new dog? How exciting!
Yes! Looking forward to the photos (has anyone else noticed that Trilby recently acquired an ability to post photos which she never had before?). Of the poop, or the pup, whichever, naturally!
Trilby has a new dog.
With a poopy problem.
Given my cat has produced an awful ot of custard (Blackadder) over the weekend I do not worry that love will find a way.
From such a tiny cat...
I'm glad I come here. You all are so funny; and sweet. I was taken to the hospital; not jail (only been there once in the drunk tank for four hours- " someone who isn't me" was too high on heroin to really care but the nice black ladies there had some fun with it) and I was cuffed because, in my distress, I might have hurt the butch cunt who cuffed me so---and, no, they never, ever, in any circumstances cuff in the front. Back cuffs only. Ever been cuffed? Suck-eeeeee.
Everything was "for my own good" but it felt like everything was "To make sure you can't sue us" and nobody really gave a damn. I didn't even get a valium. I waited in the MH room for three hours while my psych made arrangements to see me the very next day (unusual and I'll give the LSW props for that)
I complained to the pharmacist, krogers, the sargeant and IA and they all said the same thing "protocol". so. Never look sad or distraught or godfuckingforbid you cry at the pharmacy. I gave the cops ZERO problems, having dealt with my locals for years they are bullies, they are all on testosterone (esp. the gals) and they get wood with each encounter, no matter how small. They hate us all and we pretty much hate them-unless your an oldster and you want someone to talk to during their near-monthly pleas for funds for The Fraternal Order of Police where they scam you out of money.
I would like to kick her in the cunt.
My sister suggests what I resists persists and they get off on it so I will NOT kick any officer in the cunt, though I want to very much. I will only picture it in my mind in graphic detail; esp. the part where she's just about to vomit from the pain.
I told my doctor thanks for nothing. I need to apologize for that. He's only doing his job but holymotherofgod I wish I'd never told him I was an addict. When they know you are an addict they give you aspirin and a hot water bottle even if your arm's off.
You're lovely people.
I'm glad you care----even if you don't. :P
PS- now he can't get at the cat food the poop problem is solved.
Seems cat food has waaaaay more protein than dog food so they love it and eat it all up and with all the upheaval Scout was having diarrhea (fun!) but now he's settled a bit. A BIT. I should've gotten an older dog; but they he was and I made a rash, impetuous, on-the-rebound decision. I'll try to post a pic. (He IS on FB) if you want to friend me just PM me.
Oh he's gorgeous!
He'll be an older dog soon enough :P
What a pretty dog. Looks really sweet.
Very good looking pup! Is Scout the name he came with or did you rename him?
one more try at a decent non-moving one....
ahhh....fuggitaboutit. He NEVER stops.
thanks. I'm trying to learn to love him.
It is really hard getting a new pet very soon after losing an old friend. I've done it and wondered whether it was a mistake - but you'll learn to love him soon enough. There is space in your heart for both him and Autumn, I'm sure!
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It'll happen. It's always a bit odd at first. Even with a pup. I remember sitting there with carrot wondering about this little alien creature who didn't really know me and whom i didn't really know, and wondering if it would ever feel natural.
and both of you came to love your new creature...so that gives me hope. I mean, I LIKE him, but he's a LOT of freaking work, babbeh, and I am Queen of sitting on the couch reading like I don't care. He'd rather we cage fight.
also--just spent nearly 20 dollars on a nylon bone the guy at the store told me all his regulars were giving rave reviews over===Scout couldn't care less. Anybody want me to mail them a very, very slightly mouthed bone? it's washable and indestructable.
I can't be trusted....I do too much of everything....sorry! :blush: a profile:
ha! try him with a stagbar (antler). Carrot goes nuts for them and he's a heavy chewer.
Also, as to learning to love them:
I liked Carrot. He was adorable, and sweet and cute and beautiful. But he wasn't Pilau. I spent quite a bit of time feeling like, God I wish it were Pilau I was stroking and not this little puppy...then feeling guilty for effectively wishing the lad away like that. All my instinctive behaviours and styles of handling were off kilter...his reations so different to my sense memories of the same with Pilau, right down to the way he arched his back when I ruffed the fur on his rump, which Carrot never does.
In the first few days especially I wondered a few times if I'd made some horrible mistake. I knew, in the back of my mind that I'd eventually settle and grow to love him, but knowing it will happen isn;t the same as actually feeling it.
I felt self-conscious with him. Sometimes my manner felt false, like I was playing a role with him.
Then I started to feel a real sense of protectiveness and the beginnings of love...which made me feel guilty like I was somehow letting Pilau go by doing so.
Add in that he was a lot of work. High energy levels, he was either asleep or active, no middle ground. And he didn't seem to sleep anywhere near as much as puppies that age are meant to...and I am quite a sedentary person. I spend a lot of time in my own head. Dealing with a high maintenance pup after the years of slow and easy companionship was stressful, tiring, occasionally heart breaking and laden with a pervading sense of guilt that I was letting Pilau go and also that Carrot had no idea of any of what was in my mind, and that it wasn't his fault he wasn't Pilau.
Actually, though, looking back, I went through similar sorts of things with Pil when we got him. Wondering if I'd ever really know this strange little beast. Wondering if I'd made a mistake, feeling frazzled by the sudden explosion of energy I'd unleashed into my home :P
Somewhere along the way I realised I loved Carrot fiercely. I found myself feeling excited about coming home to him after I'd been at uni for the day. And we began to learn each others language and character. We're still learning. It's a journey and he's only 13 months old so changing too. But he's my lad now.
All part of the process. Good days, bad days, sure days, insecure days.
Dana has it about right. With me it was cats, and I clearly remember resenting New Cat because he wasn't Old Cat, yet also knowing I had to have a pet, I couldn't live in a house without another living creature in it, so I had to just accept New Cat. Who was pretty feral and un-cuddly to start with. Helearnt not to be feral, and I certainly grew to love him. You'll get there,Trilby.x
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I love his face! I want to kiss him right above his nose. Handsome feller. :)
Tril he does look absolutely lovely. And that's from a card-carrying cat-person (does it still count if I made the card myself and it's drawn in crayon?)
No cat can ever replace Diz for me now. Doesn't mean I won't get another one - if I can get this alcofrolics thing licked I will certainly outlive him. Much as I mourned the loss of Dylan (and still do) I had a very similar cat already around to love me. Having been my one and only for a few years now, I know it will be so hard to lose him. And Autumn did leave in a very violent way (sorry if I make you cry there, hon.)
I guess I'm saying what the others are saying, but without the experience.
I left Gabriel and Raphael when I split with my husband. Hely already had a rehoming offer when I left London, and that was Diz's choice not mine - I literally could not keep both of them because he's not a sharer. Gerbils and fish and rabbits you can't cuddle don't count. I mean they do count in that they need love, respect and care, but they don't own a piece of your heart. Diz does. And that piece will numb when he dies.
But as has already been said - hearts are might large organs, and there's room for more in there, even if it's not exactly the same place.
again, thank you all for your heartfelt, thoughtful comments.
Dana-you nailed it. I live in my head, too, (REALLY?!?!?! you are all asking yourselves about now) and Mr. Scout is a high energy level being who LOVES to chase my very favorite cat Spiderman which annoys me and frightens the cat. I don't want her hiding in the basement all day worried she'll be eaten. He just wants to play but he outweights her X 100. she acts like, "why did you do this? we were happy! Just US!" but I was heartbroken----still sorta am. I want a GOOD DOG not like the haphazard way we had them when I was growing up and dogs were, due to my dad, dogs and not pets but had to be useful and pull their weight (I'm surprised he let us have one at all but my sister, whom he likes, LOVES animals and he probably expected to have the dog bring game to the family table as if we needed it) and live mainly outside tied to a post in the yard. He asked me the other day while he was fixing the part of the fence that was broken "What's wrong with tying him to a tree? Is that a stupid idea?" and not in a nice way, either; in a You Think You're So Smart but I Have All The Money/Power way. He had dogs growing up and he says, proudly, 'we NEVER bought dog food!" so I guess they were strays who stuck around hoping for a chicken bone or something.
This experience has taught me a very important lesson: my abandonment issues are still with me full force; my father hates me really a lot more than I thought (which was a lot) I am rash and impulsive to the detriment of my own self though I've been working on it for it seems forever; I am impatient; and above all, I am tired.
thank you for allowing me to wallow in such self indulgent crapola and to let everything be about ME ME ME. The only person who has ever suffered on the face of the planet.
chuh.
PS - please indulge me once more here: when I was ten my dad threatened, right in front of me, to kill my dog.
He's such a bastard I wonder why he lives at all. He gets zero enjoyment out of anything and he, like Mikey, hates everything. Nothing is ever "good" or "fine" - it's all just one big let down with him and his fucking Scottish blood. Nessie should come get his old hide.
Parents can be such fuckups. I struck damn lucky with mine, but my Dad's parents were total fucks. Culturally so as much as anything else (boarding prep school from the age of 5, stern father who would never dream of expressing love and affection and who my Dad shook hands with when we visited etc etc).
As to whether it's a stupid idea to tie a dog to a tree and leave it there....well, if the number of dogs who end up strangling themselves to death whilst tied up unattended is anything to go by, yes, it's a stupid idea. I personally know of two people, one in rl and one on a forum, who lost dogs this way. And they weren't leaving them out there in any cruel way, just in good weather when they were working during the day.
It can work as an added bit of security if you are popping in and out and don;t want to be watching the dog like a hawk, but also want it to have that bit of freedom. But leaving a dog like that for extended periods unattended is dangerous.
Oh he sounds a total charmer.
[eta] Tril, read Jon Ronson's The Psycopath test.
... Mr. Scout is a high energy level being who LOVES to chase my very favorite cat Spiderman which annoys me and frightens the cat ...
Get a water pistol or squirty water bottle, fill it with water, and whenever, every time, he chases the cat say firmly "No!" and squirt him in the face, the eye preferably, when he chases the cat. Or if you're near enough, whop him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper.
They'll settle down and sort themselves out one way or another, it's early days yet, but try the above.
I wouldn't advise whopping on the nose with a newspaper. Depending on the dog's temperament and previous experience that could initiate aggression.
But the water pistol absolutely!
water pistol it is! I've even got one~!
Dana---my dad insists on shaking hands with his own grandsons. He doesn't hug them.
when you thank him for anything he never says 'you're welcome' he only says, "Okay."
When he was a youngster he lit his little brothers PRIZED wooden airplanes (they were, literally, a dirt poor family) ON FIRE and threw them out the window. Just to be mean.
I used a spray bottle, the same as they use in the hairdressers to re-wet your hair. Recommended by Monster. In the end I've "cured" his behaviour using this. I know now that when he wakes me for attention he is genuinely hungry or distressed.
Well. Distressed. Cat is as fat as a buttered naan.
But at least it's only 5 minutes before the alarm goes off, rather than 02.00.
Someone told me recently that when a young dog nips you should push your hand forward instead of pulling back, basically deliberately gag them for a moment. She said it will make them stop biting very quickly. [/not a dog owner]
Like with most things, it depends on the dog...and the owner :p Sometimes that can work well. But it can have the opposite effect: stop that particular bite, but then ramp up the tension/aggression. I've done it with Carrot at times. Pilau too.
Another way is to grab the base of their skull with your fingers in a clawlike shape, to mimic the feel of their mother's jaws.
There isn't a one size fits all. A lot of the stuff that worked with pilau, for instance, has the opposite effect on carrot and makes him aggressive instead of stopping the behaviour. With him I have to take a different tack. Something I am learning as we go along :p
Me again. With no helpful dog info.
When the boys were young I used to grab them by their scruffs and shake them.
Or cuff them (LIGHTLY!) on the ear. And/ or hiss.
That's cat-mum behaviour. And it worked. I would never hurt a cat. Even if tempted to give a right walloping.
But cats are not pack animals and as Diz has grown with me, the mum-role doesn't work as well.
In cat terms he's now a senior, and has no other young males to moderate his behaviour.
Cats aren't designed to live with many other cats, unlike dogs. Both animals have backing down procedures, but male feral cats are more likely to find a new area; equally domestic cats fight over their territories because they are anchored to a certain place.
So Diz and I still have tussles about who is the owner and who is the slave.
Of course, I'm really the slave. But I can't let him know that.
Occasional water in face at night when I have to go to school the next day.
Because one of us has to work in order to buy beebles.
Tril, glad you're ok, sorry your dad's a turd. I have no dog advice, but could post you a nice recipe -he looks quite tender ;)
Take him to puppy school. The sooner he knows his boundaries (in more ways than one) the happier you'll be, the happier he'll be, and the happier visitors will be.
Smart dog like that you don't want to eat all at once. No seriously, a smart dog like that SHOULD know not to dash after things. I am reading an article that says they're runners. A lot of dogs are. But they CAN be trained, because they are also intelligent.
Or trade him in for a less running away dog. ;)
Kidding. Please to read this posted article, maybe it will help.
Personally, I wouldn't be happy with a dog that doesn't walk by my side when he's supposed to, and doesn't know his boundaries when he's outside, and jumps on people and yelps. I like a dog that lays down once in a while. ;)
He's awfully cute, but the breed sounds to be a handful. Good luck!
Dog parks are where dogs can run wild, which a dog like that needs to do once in a while. I forget, do you have a fenced in yard?
http://www.examiner.com/article/is-a-miniature-pinscher-min-pin-the-right-dog-for-youyeah, I didn't get the min-pin. I got that big stupid shep/lab mutt who wants to play 20/7. (well, he does rest for about four hours)
I do have a fenced in yard but he's used to 12 other dogs (he was fostered) and he's lonely, I can tell.
two cats STILL in basement.
provide cats with rocket boosters?
Just love him Tril.
Train him, but love him.
He'll stop being not-Autumn soon.
And start being him-indoors-I-must-obey.
Diz probably thinks his name is Jesus-Christ-Diz.
But IM hit upon a truth, even in jest.
If you really try but still feel you can't provide the best home for him, he can be re-adopted. It's really hard, but giving up a dog to a more suitable home doesn't hurt them like giving up a child. I do have experience in that at least (pet not child.) I doubt Hely still dreams of me in her little cat brain. I hope.
yeah, I didn't get the min-pin. I got that big stupid shep/lab mutt who wants to play 20/7. (well, he does rest for about four hours)
I do have a fenced in yard but he's used to 12 other dogs (he was fostered) and he's lonely, I can tell.
two cats STILL in basement.
Oh, I'm sorry. I do see now that is ain't that dog.
Still, I think you'd enjoy puppy school.
Give him a big nose kiss for me. :kisspink:
I love his face! I want to kiss him right above his nose. Handsome feller. :)
You know that makes me sneeze.
Our little rescue, Aesa is still a challenge some days and we have had her since May 5th 2012. She is a cute girl, with a great personality, but she still has fight or flight issues ( with her its talk back more so than anything) She still barks at air, and will still eat half the house when left alone. She doesnt do it every time... but enough to still be an issue. She has eaten light bulbs, books, paint, she will open brand new boxed crock pots just to see whats inside, that sort of thing. She is a huge counter surfer and will get into any glass or plate left anywhere near her reach. There are days I wonder why us? why can't she just be like our Freya.
My Freya girl would never have done any of these things. I am learning, while they are the same breed...Aesa is not Freya.
Aesa wants to be a loving dog, and curl up with you, and does. She tries to listen. She is a sweet heart, and loves going for walks. She sleeps with me, spine to spine. She is my shadow. She knows sit and wait. She will shake a paw. She is Loki's best freind. They play well together and sleep side by side, if not on top of each other.
Aesa would have had several more homes by now, simply because of the destuction when we are not home, and the aggressive play ( its just boxers, she's just noisier than most). We can handle her, we love her. Sometimes its the different that we need.
There is a poem out there, that makes me cry every time... because its true. While I don't know where you got your new baby Scout from, I do know I got Aesa from a home 2 hours before she was taken to the SPCA. This poem hits home, and maybe when you have your " wow, do you ever rest?" times with Scout you can think back to it. Its helped me with my "rescue".
I Rescued A Human Today
Author: Janine Allen
Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor
peering apprehensively into the kennels.
I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.
I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.
As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident
I had in the back of my cage.
I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today.
Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy
and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.
As she read my kennel card,
I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past.
I only have the future to look forward to
and want to make a difference in someone's life.
She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me.
I shoved my shoulder and side of my head
up against the bars to comfort her.
Gentle fingertips caressed my neck;
she was desperate for companionship.
A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw
to assure her that all would be well.
Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright
that I instantly jumped into her arms.
I would promise to keep her safe.
I would promise to always be by her side.
I would promise to do everything I could
to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.
I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor.
So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors.
So many more to be saved.
At least I could save one.
I rescued a human today.
OK. I'm giving him ONE MORE WEEK.
he just chewed a forty dollar pillow....sigh. I am rash, irresponsible, lazy and stupid. Why did I DO this?
I did love the poem, Jaydaan, and I thank you for it. I wanted small and older and I got big and younger. The Universe laughs and laughs. I must learn to relax.
Carrot ate my toothbrush yesterday (the second one).
If I totalled up the damage he's done over his year it's into the hundreds of ££s.
Never had a dog who was destructive before. Pilau would destroy any toy that came near him within moments, but he didn;t chew my stuff or the house. Though he did steal food.
Carrot is very respectful of his toys. he has toys there still that he had when he was 10 weeks old. The house and random stuffs are whole other story :p
Sometimes that's their bag. They all have something. Some quirk, physical or behavioural. The thing that sticks around for ages that you think they're never going to fucking well grow out of, until they suddenly do. usually :p
Ride it out, he's a baby. You've taken him on now. Either that or take him right back, tomorrow before he's had a chance to fully settle and feel secure. Don't let the lad start to feel settled and then take him back or it'll take him twice as long to settle in his next home. And if they run out of patience and take him back after 4 weeks, it'll take twice as long again the next time, and so on.
Sorry, that sounded judgemental, it wasn't meant to. But it's a real problem pattern for these dogs once they start to go through the rehoming process. If the first rehome doesn't work out, people often lose patience after a couple of weeks. So the dog gets sent back into the shelter just as it started to feel like it was in a pack. The next time they go to a new home, they won't even start to relax until they've got past the length of time (roughly) they got to the first time out.
Which means the next adopter is now more likely to lose patience (4-6 weeks maybe of really unsettled behaviour this time around) and take it back, and maybe now here's a dog that has serious abandonment issues and becomes difficult to rehome at all.
Happens distressingly often.
Loki ate a cordless drill charger, hubby's phone charger and blue tooth headset and 2 books, all in one day when he was a puppy. I know hubby was not happy but we did leave them in view. We quickly learned to puppy proof the house! Helped with the normal dog eatables, you know, shoes, pillows, purses... but then came Aesa. She opens cupboards, and takes apart boxes to get things. Not normal dog eatable things either... craft paint, all over both dogs and my new carpet, CFL light bulbs out of the box in the cupboard, ceramic coffee mugs from on the counter... LOL.
Give him time, especially if he is teething. We found Rollover filled real bones at Walmart, and the dogs love them. Normal teething type stuff didn't work for us, the dogs were bored with them very fast. Another thing.. a bored dog is a bad dog. Try to take him for a few walks a day, and make it routine to train him for a few mins each day too. They love the challenge. We are still working on the "sit, wait" and my dogs are almost 2 and just over 2. I do notice huge changes when we go for more consistant walks. Its harder for me with a bad hip and two dogs that are very strong if they want to be... I need a second person to go with me. But its worth the nagging to get someone to go too, the dogs love it. Gets us up and moving too, see a win win!
Just remember:" its just a pillow, Mom. I didn't mean to make you upset... here let me kiss you and make it all better".
Good luck with him, I am sure as you bond, and he gets used to being an only dog, he will settle down.
carrot occasionally chews walls...
Dana, Loki ate a door once, now I don't feel so bad. Its funny.... LATER, I suppose. What posseses these cute little babies to go all tazmanian devil and eat the strangest things? I understand the cigarette buts/ dirt, etc as the vet explained most times that is for a missing nutrient.. but walls? I am certain they know damn well there is nothing good or helpful in that wall/light bulb/ etc.
I wish just for one day I could have my two talk, and tell me really what they think, and why thye do the things they do.
Had a dalmatian once, Chief (not original name, just the original owner's appellati on for the dog). We fed him plenty of dog food, but that wasn't enough. Shoes, a baseball glove, several remotes, the bottom parts of lots of furniture, etc. The most infuriating snack was the destruction of ElderSon's hearing aids--$1800.
Ouch.
Yeah. Not so much of a dog person.
Rusty once chewed the tongues out of the Old Man's work boots.
I figure the leather was processed differently.
Benny got started on a down comforter two days ago but must have been put off by the feathers cuz he stopped at one hole. He is a stealer of socks btw so we'll have to stop blaming the wormhole in the dryer.
Best toy ever for busy dogs
http://www.itchmo.com/dog-toy-review-jolly-pets-romp-n-roll-ball-dog-toy-1534Pearl chewed the plastic ends off a $100 pair of eyeglasses. Puppy energy... it is best met with
crate training.
Thank FSM for sensible UT! Some people think crate training is restrictive and mean. I have never used it to punish my dogs I use it as their space their place to be and they will own it. I give them bones when I am home and they get them in their crate. Big sloppy cow bones are messy. I have ACDs and Belgian sheepdogs the ones that stay in the house know when I leave they go to bed. I don't want to be mad at them for destroying things.
As far as bedding I don't care if they chew up their own bed in their crate. I purposely go to GoodWill buy big comforters for $2-$5 and if they chew them I pitch them. Life is too short to be mad at a dog that never gets a mentality older than a 4-5 year old human. :)
Carrot was crate trained as a pup. But though he was ok, he never really liked it. Like a lot of beardies he seems to have a touch of claustrophobia (mum's first beardie, Brunt used to go mad in the back yard because it was high walls and carrot is freaked out if we go down the lane with high walls). And he likes to shift about during the night.
If I'd been able to get the biggest I might have kept it going, but I could only accomodate a medium crate in my house and that wasn't big enough for him to change his position and get comfy/cool as needed. When I stopped locking him in at night, I left the rate in situ in case he still wanted that as his base but he never voluntarily went in there once he didn't have to.
It was also a pain in the arse having a big crate in my little room :P
Maybe you should have slept in the crate and the dog could've had the bedroom, Dani?
*ahem*
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I locked him downstairs even without the crate til he was almost a year old.
But he kept making a bid for following me up at night and would go quite reluctantly to his own bed when told.
Overall, I prefer him being able to come upstairs. Though, once he discovered the comfy big bed that was that. He now stays on the bed for about half the night then buggers off for the rest of the time. Fortunately I have a double bed. I am slowly getting him to accept that he can't actually sleep at the pillow end of the bed. He always tries. I go off to have a wash and come back and he's there, head on the pillow looking blissfully comfy. He always gets moved and he always tries it again the next night :P
[eta] actually, about the half the time he's nominally 'on the bed' he's actually mostly on the windowsill (bed pushed right up to the window so he can look out without having to stand up on his back legs, and also to stop the occasional night time accidental rolling off the bed and landing on his back).
I haven't been able to read all the posts----running late for birthday lunch with son but dana, you are NOT being bitchy and I AM going to keep him----there was never any doubt, I just like to shoot off my mouth. just ask anyone; I do it all the time.
Next thing ya know Obama will ban shooting off your mouth! ;)
My bed is Diz's bed right now.
He's is a tiny cat after all (except for being fatty-kins) but since he CHEWED THROUGH THE WIRE TO HIS HEATED PAD he's wintering with me. He's a pretty good boy. Thanks to the water spray he's kinda understood that in the dark, food-lady needs sleep. He has his summer-house, next to the radiator. But that's not on through the night. He snoozes on top of it until the sun hits the windows.
Oddly enough I find he is less destructive now.
Because he's with me pretty much all night (being the only heat source) and with the 'rents all day - ditto.
Come summer he'll be back to chewing the inedible no doubt.
Or the edible. Poor Dad can't remember that leaving leftover pieces of cakes, crisps or scones on the TV table is a temptation. Nom nom nom says Diz. Wrappe din kitchen paper? Oh, even better!
Limey hit the nail on the head you Dana are a dog slave! :eek:
Not such a bad thing to be ;)
Carrot was crate trained as a pup. But though he was ok, he never really liked it. Like a lot of beardies he seems to have a touch of claustrophobia (mum's first beardie, Brunt used to go mad in the back yard because it was high walls and carrot is freaked out if we go down the lane with high walls). And he likes to shift about during the night.
We've crate trained other dogs, but Benny wasn't buying either. He isn't very destructive, the comforter was a deviation.
Yeah, my bro's dog Ruby loved her crate and Sally the rescue greyhound is only happy if she has a crate to go to.
I got a crate from my All-Knowing Dog Goddess sister and kept him in it for one hour (it was a blessed hour, full of not wondering if he was eating the cat poop) and let him out and he volunteered to go back in and slept in it all night! He WANTS to be good-I can tell. He's got that bewildered 'what are you saying? how can I understand you? what do you want?' look. BUT! He still keeps doing some naughty things. but he's a good dog, overall. I am committed to him; i will not put him thru re-homing; he lives here now. I just wasn't ready for all the Tigger Bouncy-ness of him or his exuberance at life. As a jaded, cynical crone, I wanted a jaded, cynical dog, but the Universe gives us what we need; not what we want (As Mick Jagger so perfectly nailed it)
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This sounds like progress! If you have a place where the both of you are happy that he stays (the crate) then the relationship between you will improve by leaps and bounds.
As a jaded, cynical crone, I wanted a jaded, cynical dog, but the Universe gives us what we need; not what we want (As Mick Jagger so perfectly nailed it)
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Ha! Give him time. All too soon he'll be far too grownup and cynical :p
Fast forward two years:
I got a crate from my All-Knowing Dog Goddess sister and kept him in it for one hour (it was a blessed hour, full of not wondering if he was eating the cat poop) and let him out and he volunteered to go back in and slept in it all night! He WANTS to be good-I can tell. He's got that bewildered 'what are you saying? how can I understand you? what do you want?' look. BUT! He still keeps doing some naughty things. but he's a good dog, overall. I am committed to him; i will not put him thru re-homing; he lives here now. I just wasn't ready for all the Tigger Bouncy-ness of him or his exuberance at life. As a jaded, cynical crone, I wanted a jaded, cynical dog, but the Universe gives us what we need; not what we want (As Mick Jagger so perfectly nailed i:apaw:
Yay! This is such a good thing!