Post-Surgery Day 2

Emily has perfected the keening whine, and uses it at all times, for food, water, ice-cubes, chewies, sunnies, laps, and when she wants to potty.

Mommy has been airlifting her highness on a pillow to carry her over the threshold and out into the garden.

This morning, Emily whined to go in and out and in and out 6-8 times (over an hour and a half), before she settled down on her pillow outside in the sun, and then PEED on her pillow.

Yes, Mommy's a wuss. We know.

Post-surgery day1

Emily peed in her crate in the middle of the night (though Daddy didn't get any sleep straining his ears for any whining), but all was caught cleanly on the pee pad the vet sent her home with.

She's eating Orijen soaked in warm water, and lots of ice cubes. Mommy washed all her soft toys this morning.

The whining, though, I think might be Stage 2 in NEEDINESS. Mommy's just a crutch, we know.

Sick Day

[Milking it]

H. has been antsy for a while (what with crazy Nuclear War impending), but also because Emily was due for surgery this week.

Which was today. Emily got her spaying done. And the vet removed her FANGS while he was at it, too (for small dogs, teething needs some help, and if they're not out by the time 6 months rolls around, it's handy done under anesthesia).

Her nibs is resting (not letting Mommy out of her sight, EVER) and recovering just fine.

As she's not gone into heat before this, we reduce chances of ovarian (since she has none) and mammary cancer. Despite all the logical reasons, H. still feels like she's done honeybun a cruel and unusual wrongness.

[What? I'm not beautiful any more?]

Horrible World, Dreadful News Everywhere

On a blah-growly day like this, the only thing keeping H. from imploding from the yuck, is Emily on her lap, hard at work gnawing on her tripe rolly. Even if Mommy's stomach is used as a super-stinky chewy-rest.

Wet Puppy

[Fresh out of the bath]

disgruntled

Emily ate poo. Romped around in the grass carrying other dog's poo in her mouth like a big prize, yeah.

YUCK. no kissies for you, puppo.

On the bright side, the Halti is working wonders. Almost no pulling, snapping, or barking. It seems to work as a "job" collar (in place of a doggy backpack) for her.

While Ida Excitement goes on...

Two thousand years from now, archaeologists will wonder about the dental plan of one HerNibicus Terrificus:


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Emily 6 months +10 days: 3.2 kgs

Things I Secretly Love About My Dog

Lots of things I love not so secretly, but since this one's a baddy:

I love how Emily has to plop her fuzzy butt on the sofa to hang out and watch TV.

(when we're not around)

Yeah, we're supposed to be stopping her from getting up on the sofa, and M.'s really serious about it, but I can't help thinking it's cute.

The Doggy Trap

This one's a bit longer than the usual, but it was taken by chance off M.'s new cell phone.
Now if only we can get her at the moment of jumping up on the sofa and turning on the TV.


[And that's how she did it]

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Emily's dad has to hand over some important video footage stored on his new cell phone before we can post. Sorry.

TV Star

(Emily's new short cut, ala Daddy)[Who me?]

We left Emily, hanging out in the silent living room, and went out to pick up doggy treats, her address tags, and detergent (for us).

When we came back, making a lot of noise in the process, the dog does NOT rush out to greet us at the door.

Instead, we find her sitting on the sofa, WATCHING TV.

According to Sherlock Mommy, Emily had jumped up on the coffee table (she'd also stolen the nail clippers from the tabletop for her corner stash), stepped on the remote to turn the TV on, and took over Daddy's corner seat.

Mommy was laughing so hard, she missed the exact moment to scold the varmint for jumping up on the sofa. So we let it go.

Message in a Bottle -- from Emily

!SOS!

Mommy and Daddy are making me look like THEM! Soon, I won't have any hair left on my face! Please help! Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be monkeys! Stop trans-species adoption, now!


ps. dogs aren't meant to be bathed, silly humons. That's just for cats!!!

! Catastrophes !

1. Today

While I was in the bathroom, Emily jumped up on the coffee table and made away with one of the chocolate discs in the silver butter dish.

When I came back she was munching on it in her corner.

CHOCOLATE IS TOXIC TO DOGS (and CATS!).

I've been frantically trying to remember how many discs were in the dish -- dound the other 3 under the sofa later. Turned out she ate 1/3~ 1/2 of a thin chocolate disc.

One ounce of milk chocolate to one pound of body weight is clinically toxic. As Emily is 7 pounds and ate probably 0.1 ounces of milk chocolate, I think we're in the clear.

But man, must be more vigilant. (another white hair for H.)

2. Yesterday

I had to adjust the Halti three times (size 0 is too small for Emily). I'd snipped off mistakes and sewed two more strips together to make it fit her little head. Sitting in the corner of our stairwell, I was distracted, and had left the needle on the steps. 3 hours later, going up the stairs, the needle was waiting for me, and went right through my 2nd toe.

I screamed to bring the house down, but immediately after 1. "ow ow" and 2. "stupid stupid me!" I thought, 3. "thank God it wasn't Emily who stepped on it."

Another white hair.

[Pish, that means I could have finished that nummy with no harm done, Mommy!]

Our Yard

[Who me?]

is not really our yard, just three large grass plots shared by the three condo buildings. But Emily thinks the one in front of our house belongs to her, so when she's not outside, she stands up in her comfy chair and barks at every dog and bird that dares run around in it.

She eats daisies.

Next up (if Mommy's lucky): H. discovers the meaning of Bichon Blitzes. That's what a quarter of a dog will do for you.

Castle Sunday

(also known as: the Day Emily ate something weird on one of her walks and got massive runs for the next two days and drove Mommy and Daddy nuts)

but she looked perfectly fine before all that. Trufax!

[Pretending to be good]

[Hound Dog Emily]

[Magic Forest Puppy]


Mommy was looking at some old baby baby pictures of Emily and getting all aww-nostalgic.

Dilemma

As long as H. can't find the card reader, she can't put the Castle Walk pics on the blog. The longer H. stays away from the blog, the more she just goofs off on Emily!Twitter.

Emily's into mysterious sonic pitch whining. H. has no idea what about. Probably bats.

Emergency!

Emily had a serious case of the runs (three times!) -- and we were frantic trying to pop a pill down her throat.

Hiding it in peanut butter finally did the trick.

She must have eaten something yucky on her walk.

Right now, she's back to normal, bouncing off Daddy again.

Crimini!

We shaved the dog!

*still in shock* stop* will take pictures soon* stop* maybe not, since M. took a chunk out of her* stop* Emily has a really big head now * stop* just like her Dad* stop*

tee hee.