Just Coasting

Things have begun to look up around here now that Daisy is home once more.  We decided there were things we approached erroneously the first time we brought Daisy into our home.  We let the little dogs dictate the mood the first time not realizing that we, as the pack leaders, should have been in the lead.  (Hindsight is 20/20!)  This time when Daisy came in the door I could see her visibly shaking as she planted her feet on the rug inside the door.  We had already decided that the little dogs would have to toe the line this time; they would have to learn the word “No!”.  And they are learning it somewhat late in their development, but learning it they are!  Mimi and Jolie are still quite vocal at times, but they are called down immediately and are responding to the command.  Daisy is still trying to be the boss.  She gets in the middle of everything we do, shows domination traits (putting herself higher than us, against us, over Bandit’s back, mouthing us with her teeth during play, walking between our legs, leaning into us, etc.) and a little resource guarding of her toys and food.  We do not feed them together and haven’t bought any new toys for her to guard as her own.  She seems to have grown up some since she’s been gone.  She’s calmer, she chews up less toys and doesn’t chew up her blankets like she used to.  Hopefully some of that was stress-related and her still being a puppy and having that chewing urge that puppies have while they’re teething.

Daisy is in her crate only while the littles eat and at night (as are Bandit, Gypsy, Mimi and Diego because either they potty in the house and/or to keep them out of our bed).  She wears her muzzle if she is out of the crate when the littles are out.  We put the littles in so Daisy has free time and gets to eat several times per day just as the littles do.  It’s working well.  We’ve had 2 short temper tantrums: once Mimi thought Daisy was too close to “her” daddy and she started to nip at Daisy, of course, Daisy jumped back, but we stopped it mid-tantrum and that was that.  The other time Daisy and Bandit had “words” (not physical, just barking and growling) in the living room which I stopped and crated both dogs…no more issues there either.

I am careful to watch the interactions closely and am thinking that over time, Daisy will find her place in the pack and the pack will find out that Daisy is no threat as long as they are no threat to her.  Eventually we’d like to not have to put a muzzle on Daisy at all, but only time will tell on that issue.  I think we’re going about it in a better manner now; it is very much different from last time and the stress level is much, much lower already.

On another note, last Monday our little baby, 4-pound Zoe hurt her hip–don’t know how because I didn’t see it when it happened and saw no evidence of any issue.  I let the dogs out of their crates in the morning so they could go potty, walked into my office to pick up my cup I’d left in there the night before and when I walked back into the kitchen Zoe was headed back through the doggie door holding her rear leg up high and squealing.  I picked her up and comforted her but she would not be comforted; she was in pain and wanted me to fix it for her.  I couldn’t tell if anything was broken or out of place, and she has tiny bird-like bones in her legs so I thought it prudent to call the vet ASAP.  I put Daisy back in her crate and took Zoe in to the vet.  They kept her and started pain meds IV—then I was really scared!  They called me after her pain calmed down and said they were about to sedate her and do x-rays.  That showed that her left hip was out of place and they planned on putting it back in place once she was fully sedated but by the time the sedation took effect the hip had slid back into place on its own.  I picked her up that evening and brought her home on pain meds and NSAIDs.  She has a “hobble” bandage attached to both back legs to keep her from slipping the hip back out before it heals.  I’ll take her back to the vet on Monday to make sure we’re headed in the right direction with our baby.  She’s not walking much on her back legs and has been quite the spoiled little pill.  Either Ronnie or myself has carried and held her all week.  If we can’t hold her we put her in Diego’s crate so she is safe and can survey her world properly.

Dusty had his nervous stomach flare up again last night so he’s back on his liquid stomach meds again.  He was bloated up like a balloon last night but it’s gone down a lot by today.  They told me his stomach issues could be stress-related so I’m assuming it’s flared because of the situation with bringing Daisy back into the pack.  He screams in pain when it flares up and is hard for us to handle him.  It breaks our hearts!  But the liquid medication has an almost immediate effect on his symptoms and in a few days he goes back to his normal Dusty self so I’m expecting that to happen this time, too.


Daisy Is Home!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Daisy has been found!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daisy has been found!!!!!!!!!!!!

As the poster says, Daisy is back home, safe and sound!  The sanctuary people found her walking down the street as if nothing was out of the ordinary and scooped her up.  They called me at 8 AM with the news.  Ronnie took off work before lunch and picked her up in Alvin where someone from the sanctuary met him with her so we wouldn’t have to drive all the way out to Danbury.

She is home, knows who we are and acts like she’s never been gone and nothing has ever changed in her life from before she went to the sanctuary at the end of 2014.  She loved on both of us, played in the yard and remembered Bandit (and he her).  She and Bandit are able to be out together though we’re still keeping an eye on them because Daisy is trying to dominate him and we don’t want that to even get started.  The “littles” don’t want her to even breathe the same air as they do, so nothing has changed there.  It’s going to take a while to get them all on the same page but we’re committed to doing it eventually.

She has a few abrasions on her legs and ankles but none of them are deep or infected, and don’t seem to bother her at all.  She’s going to the vet Friday morning for a complete check-up and to get some new Trifexis which she takes for heartworm and flea prevention.  Not expecting to find anything major though.  She has lost a few pounds from when she originally went to the sanctuary but she was up a few pounds then anyway.  She is slender but not bony or anything so she has been cared for sufficiently.  She doesn’t seem to have any psychological scars either so it seems they’ve cared for her well.  The gentleman today said everybody out there loved Daisy and were heartbroken when she came up missing.  I didn’t know if I believed that when they said she was gone, but, after seeing her today and talking to the staff lately I’m beginning to believe what they’ve been telling us.

Welcome home, sweet Daisy!  Mom and Dad love you, sweetie pie, and are so happy to have you home safe and sound!

We’ve Lost Our Girl


Flyer for Daisy

Flyer for Daisy

Our girl is missing from the sanctuary.  They called me Saturday and said she escaped after being frightened by thunder during a bad storm Friday night.   They said there was one sighting on Saturday but it wasn’t Daisy.  We drove around for 3 hours and found nothing and there’s nothing around there except a fish hatchery, lots of green fields, some farms where there were no animals around the homes, only farm animals, and one sparsely full subdivision set far back on the other side of the country road.  Where can she be and is she being well cared for wherever she is?   Daisy was never afraid of thunder when we had her; I’m very suspicious of this story.  And they said she is the only dog they’d ever lost!  How did she get out and no other dog has ever gotten out?  Why would she be afraid of thunder all of a sudden?  She’s 2 years old and never has been afraid of anything or anyone.  How could she be missing 5 days and no one has seen her?  Are they looking for her?  Or do they know she won’t come back because they’ve done something to her?  This sux!

We Have Babies!


Mom and 2 hatched babies


Babies alone


Today's peek into the lives of baby birds

Today’s peek into the lives of baby birds

Two little dove babies have recently hatched out in my airplane plant on the front porch.  At first we would scare the momma when we opened the door to leave home, but eventually she realized we weren’t going to hurt her or her babies and she’d just sit there and watch us go by.  Now the babies have adopted her attitude.  See?  There’s no cause to discriminate because we’re different species.  I’d invite them over for BBQ sometime, wouldn’t you?



No More Kissing Babies!

We went to an event with all our rescue friends last weekend.  There were lots of cute babies of all sizes and degree of sweetness (none of them was less than perfectly sweet!).  I held them all and smooched on them without regard to my own health.  That was Saturday.  By Sunday night I had a scratchy throat.  By Monday night my throat was raw, swollen and yellowish-white.  I was up and down all night last night, just too miserable to sleep.  This morning we awoke to another thunderstorm, lights and alarm system flickering off then on, and Zoe absolutely petrified by it all.  So much for trying to rest and heal!  Even Bandit screamed at one point during a very loud thunder-boomer, and I’ve never heard Bandit scream in his life!  He wanted to be let out of his crate NOW and almost ran me over when I opened the door.  Of course, none of them wanted to go out in the downpour to pee so no throw-rug was safe.  I told Ronnie tonight I absolutely refuse to kiss any more babies the rest of my life.  I feel awful!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday I took Gypsy to the vet for a pre-dental exam and blood work.  She enjoyed the trip but didn’t care much for having to sit in the doggie seat the entire way to Friendswood and back.  She stared knives at me the whole way.  Here she is on the way home wondering how damned long it’ll be before she can get home and get out of the car!

Gypsy: "Let me outta here!"

Gypsy: “Let me outta here!”

I also took Fancy to Starbucks for her puppy whip before I loaded Gypsy to go to the vet.  Fancy loves to go anywhere, anyhow, anytime, and stay as long as we want.  She never makes a sound and looks very interested in everything and everyone around her.  It’s like she’s watching a particularly exciting movie and is afraid she’ll miss something.

Fancy licking her lips with whipped cream on her chin

Fancy licking her lips with whipped cream on her chin

Today they all stayed home high and dry while I ventured out to the nail salon for some pampering, then some shopping.  Even though I felt bad it helped to just get a little bit of time to myself.  I didn’t accomplish a whole lot today but I got most of the laundry done when I got home and got part of the sewing supplies I’ll be needing this week to make purses.  I’ll probably go tomorrow and get the rest of the supplies.  I’m going to make at least 4 and maybe more with 2 different patterns.  I’ll post if I succeed, otherwise this will be the last you’ll hear of my purse-making.  LOL  I’ve made several so it’s not a big deal, just time-consuming and I have to be in the mood to do it.  Since I’m making purses for myself, too, maybe that’ll help motivate me.

Well, the old clock on the wall says that if I don’t go to bed I’m going to fall out of my chair.  It seems one of the sleeping pills is actually going to work.  Yay!  Good night!

Hunting Dog

We’ve thought all along of Bandit as a herding breed, but this Spring I’ve changed my mind…he is definitely a hunter.  He doesn’t run down elephants, rhinos or even deer, but he’s hell on the lizard population!  Today he brought in two recently deceased trophies, one I picked up off the couch with a paper towel, the other has yet to be seen post-battle.  I saw the combat right outside Bandit’s crate but couldn’t get him to give it up; I’m sure I’ll find the corpse when I pull his blankets out to be washed.  I hope I remember…otherwise the entire world will hear my scream when he falls on the top of my bare foot!



Bandit is such a good, beautiful dog.  This year he will be 5 years old; he has the shortest expected lifespan of our pack (10 years) and when that time comes he will be a true loss to the entire Lindsey family.  He has been a friend, a big brother, a protector, a confidante, playmate and snuggle-bunny for each dog that has come through our doors.  He’s loved them all and allowed the puppies to crawl all over him, bite him, abuse him and even lick the inside of his mouth (ewwwwwwwww!).  How could that not be love???  And he minds great, is attentive and a lot of company for us.  He always is ready for anything, or for nothing—our choice.  We’re so fortunate to have Bandit in our family.  We love ya, big boy!

Today I had one of those little girl snits!  I ran errands yesterday until 3:30 PM, bought groceries and fixed dinner.  Today I had a doctor’s appointment, Thursday and Friday also booked, then an event on Saturday.  When I got up today I was dreading driving 30 miles to see the podiatrist.  Then I just (mentally) put my hands on my hips, stomped my foot, and said to the universe, “No!”.  I thought then that I’d just spend the day in my nightgown and be damned if I cared if anything was accomplished today, but then I decided that I and the house smelled too bad for that scenario.  I soaked in the tub, took Fancypants to Starbucks and then came home and started laundry, got the bed linens changed, rugs washed, and still spent about 1 1/2 hours watching some sewing videos.  It was an excellent day!  And I rescheduled those appointments with no one caring one way or another.  I’ve got to start going easier on myself; I’m making retirement seem like way too much of a job!

Done-Not Done

Got Fancy to grooming and she’s feeling spiffy and pretty again.  Didn’t go to the podiatrist; changed it to next week but went to the optometrist instead.  I’ll finally have glasses I might be able to see through again in a couple of weeks (looking forward to that!).  Had cardiac echo Wednesday, waiting on the next 2 tests then we’ll be through with that for the year again.

Got into the sewing room the first of the week and embroidered 2 blankets to donate.  Only 16 more to do before the next project starts.  I got all the leashes and collars, etc., delivered to Friendswood and picked up Jolie’s medication.  At least my health is holding again so I should be able to keep up with it all again.  I’ll have to get my blood work done once more in order to stabilize my medication where it is now.  I’ll try to get in for that next week, too.  Knocking out the extra stuff bit by bit.  Princess goes to the vet Monday, so that’ll be another thing completed on my doggie medical list for 2015.  I’ll have 3 of them to get in for dentals, then Zoe, Daisy and Fancy for shots; then we’re through for the year.  Yay!  Next week I should be able to start getting estimates to replace our entire AC system.  Dreading the cost but it’s got to be done before it gets hot again, which is in the offing right now—It was 82 in Houston today already and it’s barely April!  It’s always something, isn’t it?

Plan is to make a few blankets every day so I don’t get overwhelmed knowing I have 18 blankets to deliver all at once.  Since 2 are complete and packed in individual bags already I’ll try to get a couple more done tomorrow after I get through with errands.  Got some laundry to do, etc., but nothing too terribly important that I can’t get in the sewing room for a few hours.  Hope fully I’ll sleep better tonight and will be more productive tomorrow.  My eyes are still somewhat dilated from the doctor’s office today.  I didn’t think it was supposed to last this long, but I’m not staying up much longer anyway.  They’ll be in full working order by the time I wake up in the morning.

Good night, loved ones!

Quiet Time



It’s been a fairly pleasant day after a rude awakening this morning.  I enjoy sleeping as long as I can on the mornings that Ronnie is off work because I know he is caring for the dogs and I can take the time for myself, but this morning the dogs were loud way too early and then the pressure washer roared to life on the patio outside my window.  Needless to say, I didn’t get up in a good mood!  Still in my nightgown, I stomped into my kitchen to complain about the noise factor.  Out on my patio in the bright sunlight stood a neighbor who was helping Ronnie get started.  Oops!  Thankfully he never looked up and saw me; I hurried back to my bedroom and dressed.  Then I grabbed up Fancypants and took her for a coffee run to Starbucks.  By the time we got home the bad mood was over and the day had begun.

I didn’t accomplish much today: a bit of laundry and pick-up in the house but I cleaned both fish tanks before Ronnie took me to eat dinner, then watched some Amazon Video before giving up for the night.  There’s not anything worth watching on TV right now due to the religious crap on for Easter–even on The Weather Channel!!!  It’s on every station so we just gave up and went to Amazon.  There hasn’t even been anything to record for watching later; hopefully that will change tomorrow when the new week rolls around.

When we got home from dinner, Ronnie took the dogs for a walk (a few at a time) so they’re all happy and sleeping contentedly at this point.  I wanted to get in the sewing room but things didn’t work out for me to sew today—too many interruptions and too many times I had to wait before finishing a task.  I’ve been working on some leashes and dog collars to donate, and we bought some more pre-made ones at Wal-Mart yesterday that I can embellish for sale, too.  I’ll be dropping off some things this week because Jolie is running low on medications and I’ll have to run over to the vet to pick them up anyway.  So I’ll get some stuff done tomorrow and Tuesday, then pack it up for a run.  No problem!  I did pack up the little sewing machine back into its bag and I’m using nothing but the Ellisimo now.  It’ll be interesting to see how it works on these new leashes since I did the previous ones on the small machine.  The smaller one, the Elizabeth model, has a lot of decorative stitches but the Ellisimo was the top of the line model when I bought it 2 1/2 years ago (there’s a newer one out now for $15,000…….NOT!) and has even more stitch capabilities.  So it should be fun trying out things I’ve never played with on the big machine.

This week I have a cardiac ultrasound and an appointment with the podiatrist (hopefully he’ll release me now).  Fancypants gets her grooming done and I’ll go visit my mom one day.  Then, of course, I’ll make a trip to the vet one day, too.  All-in-all not very ambitious, and, as I always say, hopefully I’ll be able to get in the sewing room and get some projects completed.  LOL


No Preference

I didn’t know what to call this post, just felt like posting before I shuffle off to bed.  Tomorrow is my cardiologist appointment and hair appointment afterward.  Today the pest control folks did our quarterly treatment.  I took Fancy to Starbucks, did some laundry, made a cake for Ronnie to take to work and did some sewing.  I cleaned up the sewing room a bit, reorganized what I’d been dumping in there (things I’d bought and just set down for “later”), then worked on a couple of blouses I wanted to restyle.  One had a floppy facing around the neck that I stitched down with a fancy design then cut the excess away.  It was an old blouse I’ve had about 5 years but still comfy; the facing just aggravated me every time I wore it.  It won’t again because I cut the danged thing out today.  The other blouse is a newer one I’d only worn once and decided it was too loose in the neckline and every time I’d bend I’d show my underthings to the world.  So I put in a modesty panel.  Voila!  Don’t have to worry about that one either.  I have another couple of those to fix and a zipper to replace in a sweater (Diego ate a chunk out of the original plastic zipper).  I looked at the design of the zipper in the sweater and decided I didn’t have the energy or desire to rip the damned thing out today, so I took a break instead.  I did get the fabric remnants I’d bought all washed up and folded so they can be put to use.

It felt good to be back in the sewing room again; lately all I’ve managed is some mending.  Today at least I got to do some creative things even if I didn’t get any of the blankets done.  I still have the entire stack to embroider/applique but have been so preoccupied with the computers lately that none have gotten done.  I did manage to get fabric stuck in the little sewing machine 3 times and had to cut the material out to get it out of the machine.  I managed to stick myself in one finger and one thumb with sewing machine needles and had to take the machine apart twice due to the issue.  I think I have done a dis-service to the little machine by doing the dog collars and leashes on it a couple of weeks ago.  The newer machines have plastic gears inside and I now have a thump going on in there that I don’t remember having before.  I told Ronnie tonight I was going to start sewing on the big machine instead of the small one.  I bought the small one (Babylock Elizabeth) to take to classes because it was lighter to transport (my big machine weighs over 40 pounds!), but usually leave it on the small sewing table to have something to do quick jobs.  When I sew on the Babylock Ellisimo I have to change out the presser foot and shank, needle, and rethread in sewing thread every time.  No more than I actually sew, I don’t do the switch; it’s too easy just to use the machine that’s out.  Then, all I have to do is to rethread (occasionally change the needle) and sew.  Sometimes I’m so lazy!

On the good side, all the computers are currently loaded and functioning as planned.  I have my good laptop on Windows 7 Professional, the little laptop on Windows 8.1, and this desktop dual-booting Windows 7 and Windows 10 TP.  All the drivers and software is loaded and working for the first time since January.  That’s when the desktop computer started shutting down randomly.  No more, thankfully.  It cost a total of $700 to fix it and to replace the parts I’d already done before it went to the shop.  I had reloaded all our PCs (Ronnie’s laptop, too) when I had my foot surgery in January so maybe I won’t have to do anything major on them for a while.

I’ve almost caught up on the dog vetting (one more on Friday, then free until June) and now that the computers are running, maybe I’ll manage to get those blankets done.  We got Jolie’s lab results back (some better/some worse but she’s doing better than she has for a while); Doc says to just keep on doing what we’re doing.  She’s lost 3 pounds and acts like a puppy at times.  She wags her tail so big that it just might cause her to lose her balance; this is a first for her to be this energetic and happy.  I used to check on her throughout the day to make sure she was still breathing.  When I come home she now greets me at the door like the other dogs and demands attention.  She climbed up in my lap the other day and pawed me to get my attention; Jolie never asks for attention…never ever.  So this is a red-letter event for her.  Now if we could just get a home for Daisy!!!!!!!!!  Still no leads unfortunately.  I hope the wait is because we’re going to find just the right place for her at last.  Fingers crossed!


Today was a Red Letter Day for Miss Zoe.  She turned 2 in January and has always been the tiniest creature in the house.  All the 2-legged and 4-legged family treat her with kid gloves, cater to her, groom her, carry her, play when she wants to play, snuggle her, love on her, cuddle her, etc.  She is our little princess, baby, sweetheart and precious one.  Since she’s always been the special one, she’s always been treated in a special way.

Zoe came to us with her sister, Keira, 2 years ago from Houston.  Zoe weighed just .8 pounds when we first saw her.  She had an infected eye, respiratory issues and sick skin; we just hoped we’d get her to the vet in time.  We got her Sunday morning; she was at the vet Monday.  She is/was somewhat deformed but you have to really look to see it.  Her eyes aren’t even and one is smaller than the other.  Her back legs are very crooked and her stance is timid and a little shaky.  But the most noticeable part is that her mental state is altered.  She’s always been “backward” or “slow” compared to other canines.  She developed very slowly and has taken 2 entire years to get to where most puppies are at about 8 weeks.  She’s just now learning to play.  She doesn’t bark; she screeches.  She’s very shy until she gets her feet on the ground and then she just explodes in happiness and excitement (which is normal).  But she does this to extreme.  At first we were afraid she’d die but after treating an eye infection, skin infection, and mange, we thought maybe everything would be okay for her.  Keira got adopted but before she left I had to separate them in their crates because she would beat up on Zoe all the time and Zoe would cower in the corner in terror.  Not in my house!  So these 2 tiny white girls went into completely different crates while they gained enough strength and size to get out into the real pack.  I was happy when Keira got adopted because my tiny Zoe could finally have freedom from her sister’s abuse.

Zoe Snoring

Zoe Snoring

And Zoe has blossomed even if it has been at a snail’s pace.  Of course, after a few months of getting her and getting Keira adopted, Zoe began to put on a little bit of weight.  She wasn’t quite so frail and not so frightened of everything around her.  All the dogs deferred to her.  Fancy and Mimi groom her and keep her spic and span.  Bandit is the best, most-protective big brother any tiny girl could ask for, and she is welcome in his big crate any time.  One of the first things she learned (on her own, I might add) was when we commanded, “Crates!”, she would immediately run into Bandit’s crate with him, turn, sit and watch for the next command.  It was soooooooo cute!!

But she still never barked or made any sound except a fearful cry occasionally.  She shivered a lot (more than Chihuahuas normally do) and didn’t act in any way as boisterous as most of our pack.  She would go along with them in a passive manner but not really have her whole heart into it.  Then, Diego came into our lives.  Diego is a spitfire.  He never meets a stranger, will play with any dog or human no matter what size, weight or how loud they are.  He doesn’t know the word “intimidation”.  He loves to chase a ball, play-fight and bite your fingers until you cry Uncle, run (and run and run…), bark at the dogs next door (on both sides) and run the fences, explore the neighborhood if you’re so careless to let him out the front door, and play-bite on Bandit while he balances on his little hind legs or any other way he can play with Bandit (Bandit is the pack’s “toy” and loves every minute of it).  Diego weighs barely 5 pounds and all of them are packed with dynamite, but the most awesome thing that Diego has done in the past year is to bring Zoe to life.

Diego standing on the drain board

Diego standing on the drain board

At first, Diego’s rambunctiousness was a little frightening; we didn’t know if he was mean or just playful.  Thankfully it was pure happy play and he would try to get Zoe to play with him but she would plant her feet and wait for him to tire of taunting her and then she’d find a crate and hibernate.  Of course, it never slowed Diego down; he’d just find someone else who’d play and he’d be off and running again.  But, after time, Zoe began to understand that Diego wasn’t trying to hurt her like her sister had; he just wanted to be her friend and wanted her to play back.  She began to run the fence with him and really enjoy the outdoors.

Then came the day when Zoe found her voice!  She doesn’t bark.  She doesn’t growl.  She screeches at the top of her lungs; no other volume is good enough for our girl.  She has become the “Lindsey household alarm system”; we don’t need ADT anymore!  When Zoe hears anything whether it’s someone at the door, a bird fluttering in the backyard, one of the neighborhood dogs barking, the mailman, the doorbell or a knock, or any other tiny sound, she lets go a delightfully ear-splitting screech in Zoe-volume that will just about shatter glass.  She has learned to get up and down most of the Chihuahua-oriented steps (to gain access to the couch and loveseat) and just this week is learning to get all the way to the top of the stairway to the ottoman in the office, which is 3 1/2 steps, without help and without begging to be picked up in a pathetically sad cry that is loud enough to wake Ronnie at night.

Since I’ve begun to feel better lately I have also begun to take individual dogs for a ride in the car again.  Most of them have been to the vet for their annual visits and some, mostly the older dogs, go regularly to Sonic or Starbucks, or maybe to the pet store.  Today Ronnie went back to work after his weekend off and it was back to errands and chores for me.  I went to a couple of places, came home and started some Spring cleaning then took some clothing for donating to the car to drop off.

Last year we bought a canine auto booster seat which fits securely on the passenger seat of the car and allows the little dogs to sit and look out the window during our travels.  There is a clasp inside the seat that attaches to the dog’s harness so there are no accidental attempts to escape that may injure them and result in an automobile accident when I tried to save them.  We’d been talking about getting Zoe out for a ride since it’d been a while since we’d tried with her.  Her former reaction was extreme fear and we had to hold her the entire outing.  Today was different.  I put on her tiny pink harness which is the same one she’s worn her whole life; I didn’t even have to let out the straps….she’s still small enough to fit it perfectly.  I attached a pink leash to her pink harness and off to the car we went.  I placed her in the booster seat and started the car, watching her from the corner of my eye the whole time so I could catch her when she jumped back out (I totally expected her to panic).  Her reaction?  She sat down and looked at me.  I smiled at her, said nothing and drove away from the house.  By the time we got to the nearest red light Zoe was laying down in the booster seat not frightened, not shivering, not begging to be let out or to be held.  When she’d notice me looking at her she’d crane her neck and look at me with a puzzled look on her face.  If I spoke to her she’d make a squeak back but was just fine to sit in her seat.  We traveled about 5 miles from home and I stopped at the donation box and opened my door.  Then she squealed in alarm and got really tall in the seat.  I told her I’d be right back and she sat down and watched.  I got back in the car and drove away.  Zoe was fine.  I took her to Sonic and ordered her a child’s size cheeseburger and fed her the meat off of it.  She ate every bit and a few specks of the cheese.  I rolled her window down and her eyes got big.  She found the sounds and smells of the drive-in.  She loooooooked and loooooooked, put her little head back and her nose in the air and smellllllled all the smells…just like every dog in the world would!

I was so proud of her!  She’s become a little dog, not a little “special” dog, but a little sweet dog all of her own.  I don’t know if she will always have this reaction to rides in the future but I do know there will be lots more rides in her future!

And just of late she has started playing.  She will bite at my fingers like Diego does and has learned to run and jump at Diego and then run away.  He chases her back and the game is on!  She makes little happy sounds and does her squealing sound which has become quite the ordinary background noise in our house now.  The other dogs may bark or even howl but they don’t fault Zoe on her own special sound.  She is fine by them any way she wants…and fine by us, too.


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