Merry 'lost Rosie' Christmas

Merry Christmas.  I know it has been three months since I last posted.  Sorry.  We have been busy, busy, busy.

Rosie just rolls with whatever we are doing.  We have had a few weeks, here and there, when Jerry has been out of town and I was unable to come home at lunch to get Rosie.  Then Jerry got sick and was in the hospital for 6 days.  Rosie was home by herself quite a bit during all of this. We didn't want her cooped up all day so we fashioned some 'blocks' to keep her confined to the kitchen.  She has her food, a bed and some toys in the kitchen.  It works out pretty well.  MOST OF THE TIME.

On Christmas Eve we returned from the church service about 7:00 and Rosie was not in the kitchen.  The blocks were still in place. We searched the house over and could not find her.  The only thing we could think of is that she had slipped out the door as we were leaving for church.  It seemed unlikely.  She doesn't usually do that and when we let her out with us she goes straight to the car to ride.  We were getting a little panicy.  We got in the car and started riding around the neighborhood calling her name as we went.  It was dark and overcast and foggy.  I called a friend down the street to get them to watch out for her and Howard immediately started out looking for her too. We started walking (me in one diredtion and Jerry in the other) up the street, calling her and crying, calling her and crying.  My sister called another friend and Nell came over with her dog, Rosco, to help look.  We came inside and Rosco sniffed around to no avail. 

Nell went back out and I decide to get on line to the Homeline people since we had her microchipped in September.  Wasn't sure if they could help but I was desperate.  As I sat at the computer, I thought I heard a whimper. I got up and looked around again and decided it was just the cat.  But then I heard it again.  A very faint whimper. I started calling her again. The sound was coming from near the back door, next to the pantry door.  It took me a few minutes and a few times of going in and out to pin point the sound.  I opened the pantry door and listened and heard her in there. Jerry, Nell and myself had looked in there more than once and called her name with no response.  My pantry is tiny, with a small freezer in it and to my knowledge, Rosie has never been in there.  I started looking and then saw her tail on the other side of the freezer and heard the whimper.  She was lodged under some boxes and other junk.  I had to move a box to get her out.  I don't know if she lodged herself in there and got stuck, or if a the boxes shifted and trapped her. I can't imagine why she didn't cry when we opened the door earlier and called her name. Maybe it knocked her out or knocked the breath out of her.

All I know is I have never been so happy.  I called Jerry. He and Howard had already searched the neighborhood and were getting ready to go to the next neighborhood.

Needless to say, we make sure the pantry door is closed before we leave her now.  The better solution, maybe, is for me to clean out the pantry. I don't think so, it is much easier to just shut the door.

Other than the scare of Christmas Eve, Rosie had a good Christmas.  Santa brought her the usual toys and snacks.  She had lots and lots of company and then slept most of the day after.  We continue to be amazed at how much this little dog means to us. Hopefully, things will settle down a bit and she can start going back to work with me on a more regular basis.

I love my Rosie, even more now.

Has it really been 6 months....

I can't believe that it has been so long since I wrote on this blog.  I saw a friend the other day and she asked me if I still wrote about Rosie on my blog and I had to tell her how long it had been.  Sorry to all my (4) faithful followers.  I read quite a few blogs regularly and I am always disappointed when they aren't updated regularly.  I guess I have learned my lesson.  I will try to do better.

Since it has been so long, I don't even know where to begin.  I will start by saying the Rosie is still the highlight of our day.  She is the first thing we tend to in the morning and the last thing we do at night.  Mornings, of course, consist of immediately taking her out to do her business and walk her out to the box to get the paper. Night time comes with both of us hugging her goodnight and putting her to bed before we go upstairs.  The 'in-between-time' consist of her still untying Jerry's shoes in the morning while he reads the paper and then him feeding her breakfast while he eats his. Most days she goes to work with me in the afternoon.  When I come home at lunch and ask her of she wants to go to work, she gets excited, jumps on the back of the couch and waits for me to put her dress on.  Yes, she loves to get dressed.  People don't believe that, but she really does. 

She loves riding in the car on the way to work. Actually she loves riding in the car anytime. She has a good sense of direction. She sits on a pillow on my left side and looks out of the window. If I take a different road to work she start whining. She knows something is not right. If I go to my sister, (Milo's mom), after work, there is a certain point right when we turn on Sunset Drive where Rosie starts her little high pitched excited bark when she realizes we are going in the direction of Milo's house. If we go to Paige's (Gibby and Reesie's), Rosie starts the same excitement when she sees the Chinquapin ponds. It is so funny.

On the 4th of July, Rosie had her first swim. She did not particularly like it but it was so darn cute. She even had on her bathing suit. She didn't swim long. Her daddy dried her off and let her run around the yard playing with the cats and Gibby and Reesie.

All and all, Rosie has been the adventure we hoped for.  We love her beyond anything we would have dreamed.  She is no longer a little puppy, she is more than one and half years old now but it hasn't changed how much fun we have with her.

I love my Rosie, even after all these months.

Catching up on Rosie

I didn't realize it has been so long since I have posted. Since Rosie's birthday, not much has been happening.  We did have Valentine's day.  Rosie, of course, was dressed for the occasion.

She was at work with me that day.  Actually she goes to work with me two or three afternoons a week.  I like that.  She keeps me company and usually behaves pretty good.

Since then, I have been making her some clothes myself.  I found an amazingly easy pattern and altered it a little.  It takes about an hour from start to finish.  I will post some pics later.

Rosie still loves having company.  When Isabel comes over, she (Isabel) wants nothing but Rosie.  Here is a pic of Rosie and Isabel helping Ian show Jerry how to upload his music to be copyrighted.

Well, maybe not helping, but playing. 

Jerry was out of town a couple of days this week and Rosie was quite confused.  He usually walks her in the morning and feeds her breakfast.  She saw his truck in the driveway but no daddy. She didn't get her usual turkey for breakfast and mommy put her up instead of daddy at work time. So confusing!  When Jerry got home, Rosie was at work with me and he came out to see us.  She got really excited but wouldn't go to him at first.  She finally came around once we were home.  Jerry fed her supper and now is getting ready to fix breakfast, so all is right with the world.

We do have a milestone coming up tomorrow.  We have had Rosie 1 year tomorrow.  I can honestly say, we have loved this entire year with her.  She is funny, quirky, cute and sweet.  She has personality plus.  We love her to pieces and can't imagine our life without her.

I will take some 'one year' pics tomorrow to post.

I love my Rosie, for a whole year now.

New year and a birthday....

Rosie made it through the holidays unscathed.  We didn't make it until midnight on New Year's eve but that is okay.  The next day we had lots of company to enjoy our meal of collards, black-eyed peas, cornbread and pork chops.  She loves it when everyone comes over.

Our next big occasion with Rosie was her 1st birthday on January 11th.  As you may remember, we really weren't sure about her actual birth date when we got Rosie on March 18th.  They told us 8 weeks, but we and our vet thought a little older.  So, in order to easily remember, we deemed her birth date at 1-11-11. That would have made her 9 1/2 weeks old when we got her.

Anyway, she got more new toys and special doggy cookies for her big day.  She even got a special ice cream treat, which she LOVES.

I made her a birthday hat, but she really wasn't thrilled with Jerry putting in on her head.

She stared it down for a little while.  I know she was thinking

 to herself, 'I'll tear you up, later,' but I put it away before she had the chance.

All and all it was a good day.

I guess once the puppy turns a year old she isn't considered a puppy anymore, but a dog. I like puppy better, so Rosie will always be my puppy.

I love my Rosie, puppy or not.