Birthday Party and Chong

Rosie attended her first birthday party Saturday.  Graham, my nephew, turned 6 and had a water party.  We took Rosie and she behaved very well.  She was the only non-human there so that helped.   The kids played in the pool and on the giant slip and slide.  I took Rosie's swim suit but she never got to participate in the wet stuff.  The only wet she got besides her water bowl, was wet little Isabel holding her.

 Isabel's Aunt Claudia had given her a manicure and painted her finger and toe nails blue.  Isabel was checking out Rosie's nails, which thus far have remained unpainted.

Isabel loves to pet Rosie.

                                                                                                      

We did give Rosie a little vanilla ice cream so she would feel like part of the party.  She loved it.

On the Chong front, Paige said he is amazingly better.  She has been giving him lots of fluid and meds for nausea. He was better last night but this morning he was much better, even wagging his tail and eating a little.  Hopefully this trend will continue.

I love my Rosie, wet or not.

Pooped, sad, and no slippping and sliding for Rosie

Friday afternoon and Rosie is pooped out on the back of the sofa.  She went to work with me after lunch and she is always tired when she gets home.  You would think she actually worked!  Paige is coming over tonight to help me decorate a cake for my nephew, Graham's, birthday party tomorrow.  He is 6 and is having a water party with a giant, and I mean giant, slip and slide.  It is maybe 4 feet wide and 50 feet long. Fun fun fun.  I might take Rosie but I don't think she will be doing any slipping and sliding.  She will probably stay inside mostly.  The temperature is suppose to to be 101 with a heat index of 105 or something crazy like that.  Not sure how Rosie would do in that heat for very long.

When Paige comes over tonight, she is bringing Chong.  He has pancreatitis and is really, really sick.  Not sure what the out come will be but it doesn't look good.  We are keeping them in our prayers. Chong has been with them nearly 11 years.  All of Mackenzie's life and nearly all of Alex's.  It will be hard to lose him.  It is very sad. Hopefully, he will pull through.

It makes me think about Rosie.  I love her so much and can not imagine what losing her would be like.  I hope I don't have to experience that for many, many years.  She brings such joy to us. Maybe I will let her slip and slide. She would have fun and it will help keep her cool. Naaa, she might break something:)

I love my Rosie even when she is pooped out from work.

Rosie and Princess Alex

Alex is our oldest granddaughter and very much a princess herself.  She has out grown the princess dresses, although she does still like to dress up.  She, like Isabel, loves Rosie.  Actually, Alex loves all animals of all types.  She is much like her mother in that respect.  The 'little girl' in Alex (she is almost 12 years old), still likes to play though.  Today she and her brother, Mackenzie, made a puppy tent.  They draped blankets from the backs of chairs and put Rosie's toys and blankets in there.  They climbed in themselves and tried to coax Rosie and their own pups, Gibbie and Chong into their lair.  The dogs really didn't care that much about participating in the puppy tent business but the kids insisted.

Later, I took some pictures of Alex with Rosie. 

Alex was being silly and making faces but they turned out cute.

I love my Alex.
She loves my Rosie and so do I.

Rosie and the Little Princess

Isabel is our youngest grandchild and like most two and a half years old, she wants what she wants and she wants it when she wants it.  When she is at our house what she wants is Rosie.  She wants to pet her, she want to hold her, she wants Rosie to do what she wants Rosie to do, it is as simple as that.  Rosie doesn't always accommodate though.  Rosie has a mind of her own too.  But sometimes Rosie eats it up.  She can never get enough attention. She might be a little spoiled:)  Isabel is very gentle and sweet with Rosie and Rosie is sweet with Isabel too.  They are so cute together.

Isabel, loves to wear dresses and she came over wearing her Disney Princess dress. She and Rosie look so cute.  Maybe I need to make Rosie a princess dress too.

Isabel likes all things Rosie.

I hope they will stay good friends. Isabel is the closest person to Rosie's own size that she knows, at least for now.  That child is growing like crazy.









I love my Princess Isabel.
And I love my Rosie, even if she doesn't have a princess dress.

Super Rosie!!!

Do you ever think your pet is crazy?  Sometimes I wonder about Rosie.  Other than the fact that she goes into her running fits occasionally and she acts like a maniac when she is around other dogs, and she is scared of her own shadow, now she is barking at NOTHING.  She will sit on the back of the couch like a cat, look out the window and bark at nothing that we can see.  When we take her out, sometimes she will bark at the woods or a tree, nothing that we can see or hear.  Maybe she has special powers in her ginormous ears that alerts her to sounds that only she can hear. Maybe she can see things we can't. Maybe she knows things we don't. Certainly she can smell things we don't since she has her nose to the ground a good portion of the time we are outside.  Maybe she is Super Rosie!!!  I wish she would use her super powers to keep the cat away when we take her out to do her business.  Of course she would never do that. She loves the cat and would rather play with him than pee or poo.  She has her priorities. Tonight when I took her out there is a new cat in our yard.  Rosie was soooo excited.  This particular cat walked right up to Rosie so she was in cat/dog heaven.  She did not do her business though. Apparently her super powers do not extend to her attention span.

Maybe I'll make her a cape.  A pink one with a pretty 'R' on it....mmmm.

I love my Rosie, super powers and all.

Sunday morning and 110%

It's Sunday morning and all is well.  Rosie was slap worn out Saturday from going to work with me part of the week.  She did very little work though.  She played on the job, she ate on the job and she slept on the job.

On the medical front, I took her to have her stitches removed.  The assistant took two of the five stitches out but wanted the doctor to look at the others.  He said it was best to leave them in for another week.  One of them had a little bit of drainage.  He said it wasn't infected though. Also, no bath until then.  I guess I can handle that:)  She really doesn't smell bad, she just needs to smell better and get some fluffing up. Oh yeah, she weighed in at a whopping 5.2 lbs.

Jerry said she is back to normal, actually he said 110%.  She is quite active and feisty. She is doing her running fits, leaping from the arms of the chairs.  She even followed us upstairs the other day.  She hasn't done that for a long time.  Of course, she still won't go down the inside stairs. Although, she will go down the outside steps without much thought.  Right now she is sitting on the back of Jerry's chair looking out the window waiting for the cat to walk by. It is good to be back to normal.

I love my Rosie, all 110% of her.

She's back.....mostly.

Rosie is back. Back from the laying around. Back from not wanting to play with her toys.  Back from not sitting on the back of the chair looking out the window. Back from not chasing Jack the cat. Back from not acting like a wild woman when she sees the kids.  She is back...mostly.  One of the thing she has not seemed interested in is playing fetch.  Now that was one of her favorite games and I hope it comes back soon. She is also not chewing on her toys much.  That may be because her baby teeth were pulled during surgery, so her mouth may be sore.

I did discover something last week while she was at work with me.  She likes popsicles.  I was eating a fruitsicle and let her have a lick when I was done.  There was still a little on the stick.  Man did her super long tongue go to work licking that stick clean.  I don't usually like giving her real people food, but I don't think a popsicle counts as real food. It will just be an occasional summer treat.

Anything to make her happy.  I love my Rosie.

Better but still sore and could use a bath:)

Rosie is much better.  Her surgery went fine and she is healing up well.  She still has moments of pain if we pick her up wrong or she moves a certain way but all and all she is good.  She still hasn't gotten back to her old self.  She is not beating up her toys and doesn't want to play fetch yet and she could, quite frankly, use a bath.  She can't get really wet until after her stitches come out next Friday.

She has had an interesting week.  Since her surgery, she has been going to work with me.  I took her crate, which she would not get in.  I took her extra bed and some toys and food, of course.  The first day she sort of stood around, unless I was holding her. The next day she would at least lay in her bed occasionally. She would follow me all over the office.  By Friday, she knew where we were going and wanted to lead the way most of the time.  She would keep looking back to make sure I was behind her.  She wouldn't go into the kitchen area for some reason.  I think it is because there is a large fire extinguisher on the floor as you go in and she is a little scaredy cat.

My boss, Kin, tried his best to make friends with her.  She would have nothing to do with him and she would hide under my desk or chair when he came in to my office.  He even tried sneaking in so he could pet her before she saw him but her gianormous ears alerted her first and she would start barking before she could even see him.  He said I could bring her anytime, so maybe I will, from time to time, and maybe she will eventually befriend Kin.  After all, he is the one that said I could bring her work, she should be grateful, not all bosses would let that happen.

Well, it is Saturday morning and since my living room floor and couch are full of grandchildren that slept over last night, I am sitting in a different chair which Rosie does not appreciate. So, she is snuggled with Jerry in his chair for her usual Saturday morning sniffing the aroma of coffee and being petted.  When Jerry gets up she climbs on top of one of the sleeping kids and goes to sleep.  Ahhh, what a life!

I love my Rosie, and glad she feels better.

Big day, but not a pleasant one:(

This has been a very big day for Rosie.  Not one she particularly liked though.  We had an appointment with the vet to get her spayed.  First of all she got no snack after doing her business outside last night or this morning.  Then she had no breakfast, not even water this morning.  To top it off, she had to ride in the car, not her favorite thing.  The minute we walked in to the doctor's office she starts shaking.  I hated leaving her there.  They told me I could call after 12:30 to check on her. Of course I did. She was fine.  When I went to get her up she was in a sleepy daze.  She didn't whine on the way home but when I picked her up to carry her in she cried.  When she moves around, she cries.  If I move her around, she cries.  She has slept nearly all evening.  I hope she sleeps all night. There was one wierd thing they did at the vets.  The receptionist asked me if I wanted her teeth, that the doctor had pulled her baby teeth while she was under anesthesia.  She said that is a usual thing they do...and for some reason, even unknown to me, I said yes, I wanted them.  Why do I want her baby teeth? Now that I have them, I can't make myself throw then out, so I guess I will start her a momento box and her baby teeth will be the first thing I put in there:)

Well, supposedly she will be much better in the morning.  I can't bathe her or let her tummy get wet until the stitches come out in 10 days. She can eat in the morning.  Not sure if she will want to though. I offered her water tonight and she licked some off of my fingers but didn't take any from the bowl.

I hate seeing her like this but it had to be done. I have a great boss and he said I could bring her to work with me in the morning.  That way I will be able to keep an eye on her. I hope she behaves herself.

I love my Rosie, particularly when she doesn't feel good.

Mayhem....then friends

I have posted before about how Rosie gets really really excited when she has company.  It doesn't matter if it is family, human friends, doggie friends or even strangers.  But she gets the most excited when it is of the doggie variety. She loves jumping run and acting like a lunatic when someone brings their pet over.  She can't get over the fact that there are others that look sort of like her and smell sort of like her and sound sort of like her. It makes her happy.  A few weeks ago, Paige brought Gibbie and Chong over.  Chong is an older dog and generally ignores Rosie and Rosie eventually will give up messing with him.  Gibbie, on the other hand, is only about 8 months old and loves to run around and play too.  I think he met his match with the wild and crazy Rosie though.  At first it is mayhem with Rosie jumping in Gibbie's face and barking and whining like a wild dog, but eventually they start actually playing. It really is quite sweet to watch them play.  It makes them both happy to play with someone on a more level playing field. I quess we all need that from time to time.  To be around someone that is like us and someone that thinks the same way we do, that play the same way we do, that likes the same things we do.  Someone just for us.

It amazes me on this puppy adventure that Jerry and I have embarked on, how much we can learn from Rosie.  She actually requires very little of us, she loves us even though we are not like her.  We don't talk like her or act like her or play like her. We do talk to her and play with her and take care of her, but we are very different than her and she loves us anyway.

I love my Rosie even though we are so different.

Adventurous Rosie = Scared Daddy

Rosie has overcome her fear of stairs, at least the ones on the outside. She has also decided that she can go in and out the back door whenever anyone else does.  She just slips right by you on the way out.  It hasn't really been a problem until she decided she could go down the deck steps without permission. She is never outside off the deck without her leash on.  If she chased something, we would never be able to catch her.

This morning Jerry calls me at work to tell me we will have to do something about Rosie. She slipped out the door when he went out to start his truck.  Her adventurous self went down the steps, decided to trot herself down the driveway, across the road to the mail box.  Jerry was going after her and calling her the entire time.  She chose to ignore her daddy and just kept on going.  He finally got her and took her back to the house.   It had Jerry so upset that he spanked her (a first), fussed at her (another first) and put her directly in her crate.  He couldn't stand it long and got her out and loved on her before he left for work.  I am so glad I was not home.  I would have had been frantic thinking that a car might be coming while she was crossing the road. It makes me shiver to think about.

We are going to have to devise a gate or something to block off the deck steps.  I can't stand the thought of something happening to her.

I love my adventurous Rosie (but please don't scare us like that again)