a August 31st, 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.