Monday, May 18, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Leaps and Bounds
About my heart growing? It keeps on happening. Am going to need to find myself an understanding cardiologist pretty soon:
"Your foster dog just keeps coming out of his traumatized shell? He's a happier boy every day? This morning he actually rolled around on his back in joy? Yeah, it's no wonder your heart keeps expanding. That'll be $300 dollars after insurance, please."
Then again, maybe I'll just smile to myself and keep on walkin'.
"Your foster dog just keeps coming out of his traumatized shell? He's a happier boy every day? This morning he actually rolled around on his back in joy? Yeah, it's no wonder your heart keeps expanding. That'll be $300 dollars after insurance, please."
Then again, maybe I'll just smile to myself and keep on walkin'.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sweet Sweet Boy Misunderstands Sweets
Theo must realize he's sweet and mistakenly believe he needs to eat sweets to remain so. It's the only explanation I can come up with for his grabbing a box of treats and chowing down the other day.
I have to admit the first thing I said when I came across him on his belly in the kitchen eating the treats delicately, one at a time, was 'Well played, my friend.'
Then I put him in his crate for 2 minutes to think about what he had done.
Sweet, silly boy.
Seriously, most of the time, he's nothing but a pleasure. He just LOVES food. And who can blame him? He's a skinny guy and he's just doing what's served him well so far: Eating when he can. (That said, he's not food--or anything--aggressive.) He'll learn that his lonely days are over and food --and belly rubs and a warm place to sleep--will always be there for him from now on.
The sweet boy is heartworm positive; it's not uncommon in dogs like him who've seen the rougher side of life. His heart is slightly enlarged (again, not uncommon--I like to say he's the opposite of The Grinch). The meds he needs are working their way through his system and I can't wait til he's cleared to bound around (he's got to keep it to short walks for a few more weeks).
When he first came to stay, he was terrified of his own shadow. It's pure pleasure to see him realize he's safe and embrace life. The other day, he amazed me with his first 'play with me' bow to Bella. I swear, my heart grew at least a size seeing it.
The 'out-of-his shell' Theo loooooves belly rubs, sleeping in the closet, hanging out chewin' bully sticks and staring soulfully with his incredible brown eyes to solicit love from everyone.
Now all he needs is his forever home.
Support homeless animals--adopt, donate, foster, volunteer your time, spread the word.
Click on the paw print to learn more.
I have to admit the first thing I said when I came across him on his belly in the kitchen eating the treats delicately, one at a time, was 'Well played, my friend.'
Then I put him in his crate for 2 minutes to think about what he had done.
Sweet, silly boy.
Seriously, most of the time, he's nothing but a pleasure. He just LOVES food. And who can blame him? He's a skinny guy and he's just doing what's served him well so far: Eating when he can. (That said, he's not food--or anything--aggressive.) He'll learn that his lonely days are over and food --and belly rubs and a warm place to sleep--will always be there for him from now on.
The sweet boy is heartworm positive; it's not uncommon in dogs like him who've seen the rougher side of life. His heart is slightly enlarged (again, not uncommon--I like to say he's the opposite of The Grinch). The meds he needs are working their way through his system and I can't wait til he's cleared to bound around (he's got to keep it to short walks for a few more weeks).
When he first came to stay, he was terrified of his own shadow. It's pure pleasure to see him realize he's safe and embrace life. The other day, he amazed me with his first 'play with me' bow to Bella. I swear, my heart grew at least a size seeing it.
The 'out-of-his shell' Theo loooooves belly rubs, sleeping in the closet, hanging out chewin' bully sticks and staring soulfully with his incredible brown eyes to solicit love from everyone.
Now all he needs is his forever home.
Support homeless animals--adopt, donate, foster, volunteer your time, spread the word.
Click on the paw print to learn more.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Cat Testing!
I'd fail cat testing myself (unless you can die of asthma and still pass) and heaven knows Bella would (let me attim!), but I'm hoping and praying that Sweet Boy Theo B. Underfoot passes.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Everything's Coming Up Roses
Theo is blossoming and it's wonderful to see. He was scared when he first came to stay--two weeks ago tomorrow--but he's really coming into his own and is a funny guy. He's amazingly accepting of the rules of the house (can't come on the bed--yes a chin on the blanket is allowed--we get our paws wiped before we get treats...) and sweet through and through.
Theo has anointed himself the neighborhood greeter. Once afraid of men, the sweet boy boldly approaches anyone--man, woman, child, other dog--and sits, blocking his way, wagging his tail, awaiting a pet. If the man, woman or child avoids him (how he could, I can't imagine), T looks briefly bewildered ('Did she not notice how cute I am?') before turning to greet the next person/dog. If he happens to notice a person too far ahead of us to reach, T bays in greeting ('Wait up! You gotta pet me!') Some have turned, alarmed. When they see me cracking up, they realize Theo is not in pain or angry, but just a character.
He's a big nester and has chosen my closet as his newest nest. I cannot stop laughing when I see his little head poking out from under the dry cleaning.
Theo has anointed himself the neighborhood greeter. Once afraid of men, the sweet boy boldly approaches anyone--man, woman, child, other dog--and sits, blocking his way, wagging his tail, awaiting a pet. If the man, woman or child avoids him (how he could, I can't imagine), T looks briefly bewildered ('Did she not notice how cute I am?') before turning to greet the next person/dog. If he happens to notice a person too far ahead of us to reach, T bays in greeting ('Wait up! You gotta pet me!') Some have turned, alarmed. When they see me cracking up, they realize Theo is not in pain or angry, but just a character.
He's a big nester and has chosen my closet as his newest nest. I cannot stop laughing when I see his little head poking out from under the dry cleaning.
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