What do you mean I have to move, I just had surgery, remember?
A week out and she’s doing great from her spay. It was quite hectic here for a while – foster puppy and Scout’s surgery. Luckily, we are all almost back to normal.
I did hear from Baby’s forever family and he is doing well, claimed his spot on the couch, loves his new brother dog and is turning into the goofy boy I knew he would.
Brothers make the best pillows
Enjoying the sun before the big storm
Scout has been with us a year. She’s now fourteen months old and doing great. Her head doesn’t even fit in my arms anymore.
This just doesn’t seem that long ago:
Scout is a year old today. Here’s her one week photo:
And her official 8-week photo when she came to live with us: Continue reading
Last night I put all the cat stuff back where it belongs, showed Gabe where the litterbox really is and let him roam the night. About 3 am, I woke to a heaviness on my chest – it was Gabe, all snuggled down.
I must have missed everyone terribly when I was away because I’ve been taking pictures of everyone non-stop.
New cat not affecting Scout’s naptime
Bixby rarely lets me just snap him these days, so this was a bonus.
I’m doing a major overhaul on the blog. It will take a few days. Apologies in advance for any weirdness you experience. Here are some puppies to tide you over until it’s complete.
Here are my two cuties patiently waiting for treats. You didn’t think they’d just sit like that because I asked, did you? LOL
Oh, who are we kidding, it’s always dog day around here.
Scout is, believe it or not, 9 1/2 months old. And she’s completely out of control. Not in a bad way – she still knows all her commands, she’s sweet as can be – but when puppy brain and hormones hit all of that goes out the window.
Luckily, what I learned from Bixby is that this will pass and the best thing to do is go with it. If she’s too crazy I put her in her crate until her brain calms down. If we are out walking, she has to sit next to me while Bixby gets loved on by strangers. Not to punish her, but the extra stimulation sets her off and then all the petting reinforces bad behavior. She gets lots of praise and pets from me while she sits.
But there were a few days last week when even Bixby had his fill. He refused to play with her, would only go outside if she was in. I think it was a little peer pressure to get her to calm. the. heck. down. Not sure it worked, but they are back to normal this weekend.
On a personal note, this is about the age when Bailey came to live with us, so I find myself at odd moments very sad. Then Scout jumps on me or Bixby hugs me and my world is brighter again.
Meanwhile, shout-out to my friends and family for their patience with her. I know it’s not easy to have 100 lbs leaping at you with abandon.
My house is never dull.
I suppose the cats will want equal blog time….
