August, 2009

  1. Surprise, Phoebe

    August 31, 2009 by myeye

    Phoebe is demonstrating how adaptive our Cardis can be.  She and Inca are now BFF, trotting through the house, lying on the patio munching apples, sprawled on the living room rug.  When Chase and I came home from the office this afternoon, the girls were out in back.  I walked in through the door to the garage.  Phoebe came barreling in through the dog door barking ferociously:  INTRUDER, INTRUDER.  I said, “Silly girl, I live here.”  She was so apologetic — scooted over to push against my legs, wagging furiously.  It was awfully funny.  Phoebe has now made gathering up Chase’s toys and putting them in a dog bed a regular activity. Poor Chase-man looks pretty worried about the disappearance of his bones and stuffies and rope toys.  It’s nice to see him on the lower rung of the pack structure.

    Meanwhile on the “where shall we whelp the puppies” front, I’m thinking upstairs isn’t going to work for this low-slung girl.  So, I’m going to set up an area in the living room and will sleep on the couch during those early days.  I can make it work AND I’m saved from the daunting chore of clearing out the closet.  Phoebe will probably be far more comfortable on the ground level right next to the door to the yard.

  2. A Bit Lighter

    August 31, 2009 by myeye

    Phoebe ended last evening by grabbing one of Chase’s favorite toys and climbing into a dog bed with it.  She then laid her head over it and stared Chase down.  He grabbed a rope toy and flung the end in her face, enticing her into a game of tug.  She’s no dummy so declined to grab on and be flipped and tossed by the brutish boy.  She slept on the bed with us for a few minutes last night (that’s a demilitarized zone), but then went to her sleeping spot under my bed.  Carolyn says that’s one of her sleeping places at home, also, so don’t be worried that she is miserable and pining away.

    I’m going to set a vet appointment for her at my clinic so that they have seen her at least once before it’s puppy time.  For all of you wanting a blood commitment that there will be photos on a regular basis (like daily), I’ll do my best.  It’s very hard not to take pictures of the babies.  On the other hand, there is only one of me, and the care giving always comes first.

    Time to make the doughnuts — but I wanted to update everyone on Phoebe’s integration into the household . . . more later.

  3. Phoebe’s Choice

    August 30, 2009 by myeye

    Phoebe has selected under-the-daybed as her location of choice.  She is NOT having puppies there, but if she wants to watch me from that spot while I work on the computer, it’s fine with me.  The pink bedskirt clashes with her orange ears, but the fashion police are off on Sundays.  Her progress up and down stairs worries me.  She is already bumping the stairs with her tummy, but she wants to be where I am (and where her daybed is located).  Chase is now leaving her alone so all three dogs are comfortably sprawled in my spare room/home office.  Chase is exhausted after all day at the Match.  He did a wonderful Rally routine — I was really proud of his attention.  He did not sniff the horse arena packed dirt floor either which had been my biggest concern.  Good job Chase-man.  Hopefully it will carry over to the trials next weekend.

    Phoebe's den 8-30-09

  4. Phoebe Has Arrived And She Is So Pregnant

    August 29, 2009 by myeye

    I think it takes white tile and white appliances behind a black dog with orange trim to see that said black dog with orange trim is so very pregnant.  I picked her up at airport cargo at around 10:30 tonight.  She was decidedly confused initially, but as soon as she walked into my house, she made a bee line for the water jug and the dog door.  To get there, she passed through the laundry room and poised against the floor and the washer/dryer, I could see the airline had served her an entire watermelon or she was quite with puppies.

    Phat Phoebe 2 8-30-09

    Chase is sure Phoebe is here for him — he doesn’t remember getting her pregnant — so he’s following her around with his nose attached to a point right under her tail.  She is going to nail him which he richly deserves.  She has taken refuge under the daybed with only her nose sticking out.  Poor Phoebe — this is such a rude and inconsiderate boy.

    Tomorrow is the Obedience Club’s fun match for which I am chair.  Chase is entered in Rally Novice so will be with me.  That will give Phoebe and Inca a chance to just chill out and eat apples (if more have fallen — this morning I picked up 60 pounds of rotten or half eaten or not-so-bad fruit).  Then I went to the Club and helped load all the match equipment, then I went to the Sheriff’s Posse Arena with six or seven stalwarts so we could set up eight rings.  The pre-entries are very high.  Once I get the “day-of” entries, I’ll be trying to figure out how to get all the dogs judged.  Our Labor Day Trials are next weekend in the same venue as is the match, so everyone wants a run-through.

    Oh yeah — and then I went to a Lobo Woman’s Volleyball match.  It was the final match of a round robin tournament and our girls won in 5 games.  They won all three of their matches.  It ended just in time for me to head to the airport.

    It’s almost midnight and I have to be at the grounds by 7:00 AM.  G’night all — she really is pregnant!

  5. Phabulous Phoebee Is DM Phree

    August 28, 2009 by myeye

    As many of you know, Chase is clear for Degenerative Myelopathy.  Phoebe’s test results came back today and she also is DM clear.  So, that means none of the puppies in their litter will carry the DM gene mutation.  I’m kind of a health nut, so am delighted that we will not pass on this sad disease through this breeding.

    Phoebe has been vet-cleared for take-off tomorrow.  I’ll be at the Albuquerque airphield tomorrow night to pherry her to my house.  We will pheed her dinner and then begin the tummy rubs.  This is phantastic!