The Real Reason MP Has Been MIA

PD has been logging a lot of computer time as you can see.

Sorry I've been away!

She's Living The Dream

We spoil PD, there's no two ways about it. We try not to disturb HER when we change positions in bed, we cuddle her like a baby, sometimes she insists that we both go with her at potty time, we're very careful about what we feed her...you get the drift.


We've been taking her on rides to get her past being carsick and that's worked well. She'll stand on my legs and look out the window and if someone pays her attention, well then she really turns on the charm.

Perhaps we shelter her too much, perhaps in her doggie dreams she's running through tall grass, unfettered by her parents telling her not to jump, to be careful, to stop pulling on the leash. Yes, that's probably what she was thinking , that we shelter her too much, as she jumped out of the car and took off in a crowded parking lot today.

SO took ofter after PD yelling her name and I hopped in the car trying to head her off at the pass. You have no idea the speed that little dog can get up to; her legs were practically parallel to her body! We finally got her and put her back in the car, curtailing all the fun activities we had planned for her. SO and I were just ready to go home.

This evening as PD was having one of her many naps, making those twitchy, running like motions she makes SO said: "she's probably dreaming of running, like in the parking lot", I said: "yeah, she's living the dream".

Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired!

The past week has kind of been a blur for me, I've been down with a really nasty cold that has some hellafied staying power! What's worse is SO came down with it a couple of days after I did so there was no one to baby, um I mean, take care of me. The only one healthy in this house is PD, and she's not so good at making soup or dispensing medicine. She is very good at cuddling close and looking worried--poor pup.

So yesterday I was just sick and tired of being sick and tired. I pulled myself up by my hacking bootstraps and with the help of OTC meds and megadoses of vitamin C, SO and I walked PD and went to the store, I did laundry and dishes, and I think that helped. Today SO is worse, I think I'm on the mend. I don't know how much attitude has to do with it but at least there's clean clothes and dishes!

She Is A Supermodel!

This is in response to a post over on Rebel’s blog entitled “The cat knows what the cat knows”.

PD says that the cat may know what the cat may know but here’s what PD knows: after some quality time with a rawhide bone she’s not interested in having a photo taken showing her “bone boogers”.

She is after all, a supermodel!

Non-Pet Owners, Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged

Before we got PD, I had very definite ideas about what should and shouldn't be done as far as dog ownership was concerned. I had friends who cooked for their dogs, put clothes on their dogs, let their dogs sleep on their beds and took their dogs for spa treatments. I'd look at them with my judgemental eyes and think: for Pete's sake, it's a dog!

I was pretty strong about my beliefs. If I ever got a dog, I was absolutely not going to cook for it; store dog food is fine and it's cheap at WalMart. Clothes? Clothes are for people not dogs. Spa treatments? Fuggedaboudit!

Let me tell you, I'm eating some serious crow here. It's all well and good to say what you will and won't do when you don't have that little being in your home; once you do though, all bets are off. At least for me.

The paperwork that came with PD, that gave us insights into her personality, noted that she likes to be cradled like a baby. Guess who does that? Me. Guess what else? She does like it; she lets me cuddle her and she gives me very soulful looks, sometimes she'll nuzzle in like she's trying to get closer, and hell, I like it too. We can sit like that for awhile; she's almost never the first one to terminate the embrace.

We all go to bed together. We never bought PD her own bed; we were going to but she was so content to sleep with us that we figured we'd save the cash (we like it too).

PD is a svelte 21lbs. We call her the supermodel, size -2. If you touch her you can feel her bones, though I don't know how that's possible, she tries to eat everything. Once we found out she got carsick, we weren't sure how her food would be on her tummy. I made her plain, brown rice to settle her stomach.

We sing to her, her song is the Doors, "Hello I Love You", followed by whatever rhyming lyrics we can think of. It's gotten very cold here in the LV, bone chilling. After the temperature first began to dip, we let PD out to "potty"; she stood there looking at us like we'd taken leave of our senses. We're thinking of getting her a sweater so she'll be a bit warmer when she has to go out.

So non-pet owners, judge not, lest ye be judged. You never know when some little bundle of fur will take over your heart and your life.