Dead Dog

Cindy has learned a new trick. She’s such a genius I haven’t even had to teach her. It’s called dead dog.

Today at lunch I was putting groceries away after letting the doggies out to do their business. I walked back into the living room and found this:

Notice no eye contact is being made

Notice no eye contact is being made

Yup, Cindy struck again and silently jumped her way onto the couch (Lucy does it all the time so I’m not shocked by the fact she followed Cindy up there).

So where does dead dog come in? Well, I personally don’t mind that Cindy is up on the couch but she can’t get herself off! Her front shoulders are a wreck and can’t support all 55 pounds of jumping back onto the floor. So I have to lift her off and lug her back onto the floor. Thus, when she sees me reaching for her, she goes limp like a big(ger) sack of potatoes. Or, Dead Dog!

She also often does this when I have to forcibly remove her from her bed to put her into the cage when I leave for the day. I lift her front end up hoping she’ll support herself and start standing all the way up – never happens. The minute I let go of her she sags to the floor again.

Cindy’s a girl who knows what she wants out of life and that’s to be comfy. So do I, but my back hurts from lugging Cindy the Sack of Potatoes off the couch!

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

As David Bowie once sang, “Ch-ch-Changes, Just gonna have to be a different (wo)man.” But for the purposes of this post, the only changes we’re talking about are with my doggies 🙂

We’ve had Cindy for almost a month now and changes have happened – lots of them! First and foremost she’s adapted to life outside of a puppy mill. She knows what it’s like to have a home to live in, blankets to snuggle in, a bed to lay in (and not move for hours at a time), food that’s all her own and a yard to explore. She’s also learning that smaller puppies (i.e. Lucy!) aren’t hers – she’s a free woman! No more litters to look after.

Squishy face!

Squishy face all nice and cozy on her bed – at least partly

Logistically speaking, Cindy has lost a much-needed significant amount of weight; she came in at 57 pounds, was down 1.5 pounds in just three days and her weight at this point is TBA (no scale at home). I do know her harness is much looser and she feels light enough to take the porch steps by herself and somehow propel herself onto the couch! Getting off it is an entirely different matter…

Look who's on the couch!

Look who’s on the couch!

She’s also stopped leaking and seems to have stopped having occasional accidents in the house meaning that we get to keep her out of the cage at night! I’m telling you, beyond the leaking, I don’t know why I was ever worried. Give this girl a floor pillow or cushions and she won’t move – ever! So we lay out a few cushions for her at night in the kitchen, close the doggy gate and I honestly don’t think she moves all night.

Cindy has also become much more social. Not that she was ever, ever anti-social, but now she is dying to go up to every person that walks by. We live behind a karate school and every day she watches the kids and their parents go in and out of the building; she loves to walk over to the parking lot and watch the people while praying for pets 🙂 You can almost see the visible disappointment on her face when no one pets her.

Cindy’s not the only one going through changes, though. This whole foster deal has been FULL of changes for little Lucy. I think given the fact that she’s only 11 months, she’s done a tremendous job. She can be a bit too energetic for Cindy, but that’s not really her fault.

A few noticeable changes, though. One, she is a bit more clingy! Lucy’s never been a terribly cuddly dog but now she practically drapes herself all over Marty’s lap at night almost pinning him in place. Occasionally she has to resort to lounging on me.

It's not Daddy's lap, but I guess it'll do

It’s not Daddy’s lap, but I guess it’ll do

I don’t want to admit it, but she’s probably also gained a pound or two. And not just from being a growing pup, either. Cindy is not a neat eater and Lucy gets the leftovers that Cindy scatters on the floor…

Soon to be Lucy's leftovers!

Soon to be Lucy’s leftovers!

Also, Lucy is such an obedient dog that when Cindy gets a treat for going potty outside, Lucy sits her little behind down because she knows that sitting and not begging for a treat results in getting said treat. Because I’m a pushover, there’s another pound or two added onto Lucy’s frame.

Most significantly, though, Lucy and Cindy have both learned to get along a bit better than they did in the beginning. Lucy still tries to play with Cindy but instead of lunging and barking at Lucy, Cindy generally lets Lucy do what she wants, including running sprints around Cindy, tugging at her ear and batting her with her paw to try and instigate playtime from Cindy 🙂

Yes Lucy, Cindy is still there

Yes Lucy, Cindy is still there

I think it’s also sunk for Lucy in that Cindy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon and that she isn’t exactly a threat. Cindy is more or less a blob (a really, really cute and sweet blob!) and Lucy’s day-to-day routine hasn’t actually changed all that much.

The girls just chillin'

The girls just chillin’

Here’s to another month of two doggies!

Sweet Cindy

Sweet Cindy the Blob 🙂

Moving Day

On Friday night I got a phone call from the rescue organization I volunteer with – S.N.O.R.T. – that a pug (Omar) needed help getting from Erie, Pa. all the way to East Rutherford, N.J. They were having a hard time getting Omar anywhere east of where I live so they called to see if I was available and it turns out I was!

Marty and I were planning to drive 90 minutes east to the outlets in Tannersville anyway, and that turned out to be a perfect meeting spot to get Omar onto his next transport leg. The only drawback was I had to drive 75 minutes WEST to get Omar, drive back to Selinsgrove to pick up Marty and then proceed our originally planned 90 minute drive to the outlets. It was totally worth it, though. Check out Omar!

100% alert 100% of her waking time.

100% alert 100% of her waking time.

So why was Omar being given a new home? Well, her previous owners moved to a new apartment that didn’t allow dogs. The shelter they dropped him off at asked SNORT to get involved because Omar had girl parts…and boy parts. A hermaphrodite dog! She/he needed some special care to fix any potential problems stemming from her/his complex anatomy 🙂

But, a wonderful family did not let that deter them from making Omar (new female name TBA) their new forever doggie and on Sunday I played a small role in getting her to her new forever home! They have decided she will be identified as a female going forward with a new, feminine, girly name to be determined!

Omar LOVED her flying squirrel toy

Omar LOVED her flying squirrel toy

I’ve always said I wanted a hobby. Marty has his bikes, running, swimming and races. I don’t have much. I am not athletic (and prone to injury, anyway…), I’m not particularly crafty and I’m kind of a homebody. But maybe I found my niche – crazy dog lady. In all seriousness, this isn’t exactly a hobby, but it feels nice to help out with something meaningful by either giving dogs a temporary new home or helping them get to their new “furever” home.