Waiting for Jamie to get home from school…
He’s home! He’s home! Flashmob! Flashmob in progress!
(Don’t worry, my human is laughing)
Home again after my stay at the PetsHotel from PetSmart
The family went on vacation for the weekend, and I went to the PetsHotel at PetSmart.
But first…there was an emergency. Jamie went out on his skateboard and fell hard and hit the curb with his head. He also skinned his knee very, very bloody. When he came in the house he asked Mom, “Can you do something about this knee?” Then he asked, “Is there anything on my head?” Mom stayed calm, dealt with the blood and the lump, and called the doctor. Long story short, Jamie does not have a concussion but has to take it easy for the rest of the day. He’s pretty shaken up. He’s usually pretty good about helmets and all but you know, the one day he doesn’t wear it…he’ll be OK though.
This stuff with Jamie happened about an hour and a half Human Time after I got home. Let me tell you, it was quite the welcome back!
While I was at the PetsHotel, I was treated like a Queen Dog. Every day I had two sessions of individual playtime, peanut butter treats, my dog food from home, the nice humans administered my allergy medicine, and I had my blanket and a T-shirt of Mom’s. At first I wasn’t sure what was going on. Being a rescued dog, naturally I thought I was being given a different home. But I realized I wasn’t in a true kennel and that Mom wouldn’t have given me such warm reminders of home if I wasn’t going back.
Everyone at PetsHotel was very, very nice to me. I loved my playtime and they told Mom I was a good girl and a pleasure to have, and they couldn’t wait to see me back again. But I admit, I really missed my family and this morning, when I saw Mom waiting to get me, I was filled with joy.
I really didn’t know how to act, though. I didn’t jump, but I gave a lot of kisses and tail wags. There were all kinds of dogsmells at the lobby of the hotel and I was busy sniffing as well as greeting my human. When I saw the little car and climbed in, I knew I was going home at last. It seemed like I’d been gone a long time. I collapsed in the back seat.
At the house, Mom and Jamie were delighted with me and I had a drink and some treats. Then I lay down on my blanket that Mom had put on the floor, but I realized how exhausted I was from being in the hotel and crawled upstairs to go to sleep on my bed.
I took a good, long nap for most of the afternoon and Mom says Laurel is coming to walk me since she has to stay with Jamie. I’m going to just lay around until then.
I’m glad Jamie is OK, and I’m very glad to be home. Woof!
(look – you can hardly see my spine anymore!)
I mentioned on Sunday that I’ve been home a month, and I’d like to go back to that for a bit. My life has drastically changed in the time that I’ve been here. Before this, I lived for six months in an animal shelter, caged in a kennel. Before that, I lived as a stray, out in the streets. At some time – probably around 9 months – I had a litter of pups and was kicked out of whatever home I had. I don’t remember too much more. Except for being hit. Because I go into a cringe pattern whenever I see an upraised hand. But I’m never hit here, so that behavior is going away, slowly, as I learn to trust.
I’ve learned so much in a month. How to go up and down stairs. How to open and close doors and drawers. How to guard the house and my people. I feel a lot more relaxed around the house, like I am home now, like I belong here. I’ve learned the different sounds of the house, and not to tweak out about them. Like the buzzing of Clothes Dryer when he’s talking to Mom. Or Dad’s Frankenstein steps in the morning, when he wakes up and clomps around the house. I don’t go into barking fits about either of these anymore.
My commands are much better. My vocabulary has improved. My jumping on people has gotten better…eh, slightly. I’m still working on my separation anxiety and they still have to crate me. I think I’ve made big strides. I know I’ve got a long way to go.
Mom sent a letter to the shelter. She read it to Dad so I heard everything. The letter said that I was a “fine animal companion” and an “adoption success story”. She sent pictures, too, so they could see I was healthy and happy. I’ve put on weight. I’m looking and feeling good. Sometimes I think about the animals I left behind who are not as lucky as me.
So, I wanted to mention that you can sponsor an animal at your local animal shelter by picking someone out, and sending a small amount of money monthly for their care and feeding. This will help them get adopted faster, and is a great program for animals who are long-term residents like I was. I hope you nice people reading this will consider this option, especially if you can’t have a pet of your own. It’s really very fulfilling and not too expensive. Thanks, and I don’t mean to sound like one of those commercials on the TV Dad always watches.
Life is different for me now. I’m very grateful. Sending you love, licks, and tail wags,
I’ve been home for three weeks. I’m getting the hang of this Sunday thing. Everybody is here and we just relax. It finally didn’t rain, and I got to play outside for a while. We listened to music, which I’m not afraid of anymore, and actually like now, especially Pitbull (of course) and Will.i.am, and we played games, too.
My people left for a short time and put me in the crate. I wasn’t happy about that, but when they came back, they completely made up for it by bringing me a new bed, two new chew toys, and a delicious dinner of kibble and beef stew with gravy.
I think the best possible thing has been Dad putting up that screen door. Compared to when I first got here, I am in and out and all over the house and the yard now. Things are looking up for me. It’s been a good day. A chew toy kinda Sunday.
Today I am learning my new people’s jobs. Dad goes to someplace called “work” and doesn’t come back til dark time. Jamie goes to “school” and is gone most of the day. Dad takes him, and Mom brings him back. Mom is usually home except for when she goes to the school Liberry to help out. Whatever that is.
Everything was fine until Mom said she’d “be right back” and went to a place called “City Hall” to get my license. This time, she moved the garbage cans. I got so nervous I pooped on the dining room floor, even though I’d just gone to the bathroom before she left! When Mom came back, I slouched and cringed to show her I was sorry. Mom called Dad and said that I have “separation anxiety” and canceled her gym class. She took me in the car everywhere else she had to go today, but did not leave me in the car alone. Mom says I did good in the car. I like the car. Mom is now looking for a Pet Sitter for me. I heard her tell Dad on the phone that I need time to “adjust and realize that Mom is always coming back.” I don’t know what that means. Maybe if I knew what that meant, I wouldn’t be so nervous. I really am nervous all the time, and I need a nap.
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