Welcome to SUMMER!! Nothing like slamming you in the kisser right off the bat. The past two days have been absolutely treacherous for kids and geriatric patients...Not so fun for animals either. Bella is irritable and moody again. I thought the first Heat for her was a miserable experience. This mini heatwave is making her a monster! She goes outside and is instantly panting and whining to come in. This dog never stays out for more than 10 minutes anyway and getting her to step off the porch to pee right now is a chore.
She has taken over the living room. First of all, there is plenty of room on the couch for 10 people if you squeeze in nice and snug. On a normal day, Brianna, Sean, Bella, Matthew and Myself fit just fine; oops forgot the cat perched on the back of the couch atop my head. OK - fast forward to the past two days. Bella has decided she is not going to share the couch with anyone. Reason being obvious to the average observer. The ceiling fans are centered one above the couch and the other in the middle of the living in front of the couch creating a very nice flow of cool air which Bella has decided belongs to her. Mind you, the dog is always allowed on the furniture; she would have it no other way. She also sleeps with me in my bed...that is until yesterday morning. Our ceiling fan is above our bed as well. The nasty, moody overheated dog has made herself at home in all of the perfect cooling spots in the house.
When it came time to get up and go outside to do her business yesterday, she let us know in no uncertain terms that she didn't want to wake up. I had my son try and usher her off the bed since I was having no luck. He was ready to leave for Summer Session at school, and is not always happy about having to assist me with the 110 lb dog who thinks he is a lifesize chewtoy at times. I was being patient with the two of them and I finally said, "Grab her collar and make her follow you!" Bella chose to ignore this order and proceeded in growling at the two of us, standing up on the bed, turning herself around, quite deliberately adding insult to injury by whacking me with her tail as she did so and flopped back down on the bed thinking she'd won the battle. "Well guess what honey! You are not the Queen Bitch in this house!! Now it is WAR!" I proceeded to remove the dog forcibly from the bed as my son ran down the stairs thinking CUJO was on his heels.
Now anyone who follows this blog knows how deeply devoted and in mommy love with this four legged creature I am. However, growling at my firstborn and me because you are too comfortable to get your bony ass up and go pee is not gonna fly in this household. She got the message, headed down the stairs and out the door to do her business. She complied and thought it was going to be business as usual. Step two after going out in the morning is waiting in the kitchen for her breathe saver bone (that is for my sake) and her treat. I then add ice cubes to her fresh water and fill her food bowl. She also has toast with us when I make breakfast for Brie and myself. NOT TODAY DOGGIE DEVILLE!!!
Since she decided to be disobedient, she is sleeping downstairs for the remainder of the week; grounded until Sunday. I guess she is smarter than I give her credit for because she's making herself quite cozy in her new sleeping quarters and getting back at us in her own devious manner. She has made it impossible to sit with her on the couch. If I sit on the left, she pushes herself against me til I'm squished in the corner, if I sit to the right, same thing. If we dare sit in the middle or get too close to her she lays right across you with her elbows in your belly or thighs and drools all over you!! I swear this drooling thing is to aggravate the recipient of the dog slobber. She is very good about wiping her mouth on the towel near her bowl when she takes a drink (I trained her to do so) and the last two days, she's been neglecting this hygeinic practice. She is flapping those big jowls right in front of you so if you turn your head, you get hair full of slobber, if you don't...well that is worse! YUK YUK YUK If I wanted a St. Bernard I would have got one!!
I'm not so sure grounding the dog is paying off as I hoped it would; teach her a lesson. She is acting like a petulant child who lost their favorite toy. We have Central Air so there is no need for her to hog the ceiling fans, but she is being really belligerent about it. Even the Cat is feeling her wrath. Poor Suzie lies on the kitchen floor near the floor vent and right underneath the ceiling fan all of the time. That dog went over two or three times today while the poor cat was snoozing and stepped right on her belly!! What a monster she is. The poor cat got smooshed once and I had to make Bella remove her foot. The other two times I yelled at her and she removed the invasive paw. I'm really hoping this terrible heat dies down so I can stick the dog outside and we can have some peace or get to sit on the couch! I can't wait until Matthew gets home this weekend. Then again, she is always behaved around him and I get blamed for spoiling her too much. Me??? NEVER...You just cannot stay mad for long at the beautiful big blue eyed dog...
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Saturday, June 2, 2012
ITS NOT A TREAT IT IS MEDICINE BELLA!!!
Oh Poor Suzie.
Bella is normally jealous of the cat to begin with but the past two weeks have been quite a difficult time for my kitkat. Suzie is on Antibiotics and the dog thinks she's getting treats everyday and she wants it herself!!! Bella has been experiencing many time-outs lately in her pen.
Let's keep in mind how spoiled this dog is first of all. She sleeps in our bed, she is allowed on every piece of furniture, and basically has run of the entire house. Matthew bought her a brand new Ford F150 Supercab because she outgrew our Altima. Bella gets Dunkin Donuts munchkins every morning when I get my coffee; even if I don't get coffee she still gets munchkins. She receives new tug and chew toys every few weeks. I also buy her a lb. or more of dog treats at Petco which she picks out herself each week. And lets not forget her buttered toast; she won't eat it without butter . The dog lives like a QUEEN.
The cat on the other hand enjoys a quiet life of solitude. Suzie ventures out to lay on the couch, sits on the back of my chair when I type, sleeps under the bed so Bella leaves her alone, gets treats only occasionally, and doesn't get to go outside and run wild because she is declawed. For the most part, many cat lovers would say I discriminate against her in favor of the dog. They may be onto something.
There is just something about being attacked by a cat unexpectedly at random that puts you on edge. I am sometimes leary of whether she's going to purr or growl when I go to pet her. Luckily, the front claws were removed when she was young because she loved tearing flesh. Yes, mine!!! Whether it be a finger, toe, ankle, swat across the face, or the worst; sneak attack while sleeping on your tummy and you wake up screaming because you have a cat using your back as a scratching post. Forgive me, if I chose to keep my skin where it belongs and that of my family and friends. It was for the "Greater Good" Suzie was altered.
Maybe subconsciously, I thought Bella could keep her in line. She definitely tries. They get along on occasion, but lately, the dog has taken to chasing Suzie away every time she sees her. On our trip to the vet two weeks ago, I was informed Suzie has infected gums. I felt like a terrible Mommy because, I didn't know. She was eating, was still being a normal crabby cat, and her disdain towards me hadn't changed. The Vet decided to put her on Antibiotics for 10 days or until the gums were cleared. My first thought was "I need to buy gloves". Sure enough, the Vet gives me a dropper and marks the measurement, etc. The next morning here we go....
I catch the Cat who is growling and hissing as expected. I place her on the kitchen island and here comes Bella. I have an open bottle of pink sticky smelly medicine, a screeching cat, and a growling dog pulling at my jeans because she thinks I'm giving the cat a treat! Long behold, Bella jumps up as I am trying to get the dropper in the cat's mouth while being bitten repeatedly. The dog grabs the open bottle and is off!!! Needless to say, the cat got squashed to the counter; medicine administered! Now to catch the dog. Well, there she is with the bottle halfway down her throat and pink sticky stuff on her paws and our beige couch!!! She couldn't have stayed in the kitchen because that would have been too easy. After extracting the bottle from the dogs jaws, I threw away what was left.
I called the Vet, explained what happened and asked if I could come pick up another bottle of Antibiotics. After she was done laughing at me, she says "Sure I will have it ready when you get here Mrs. George." So I said, "OK, how much is that going to be?" She checks, gets back on the phone and says "$29.00". I was floored!!! For a friggin cat's gums!! DAMN DOG!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I looked at Bella and decided not to say a thing more. I have always believed that if you say something hurtful, you can't take it back so I bit my tongue; afterall she is one of my children :)
The lesson I learned from this experience, is put the jealous dog in the pen if you are unsure of her reaction to a new situation. I'm thinking next time I have to administer something to the cat or one of the children who is uncooperative, I may have a bottle of Nyquil at the ready so Bella can grab that and run. Maybe she'll give us a few hours of peace while she sleeps like a baby!!! Well not seriously... but it has crossed my mind on occasion.
Bella is normally jealous of the cat to begin with but the past two weeks have been quite a difficult time for my kitkat. Suzie is on Antibiotics and the dog thinks she's getting treats everyday and she wants it herself!!! Bella has been experiencing many time-outs lately in her pen.
Let's keep in mind how spoiled this dog is first of all. She sleeps in our bed, she is allowed on every piece of furniture, and basically has run of the entire house. Matthew bought her a brand new Ford F150 Supercab because she outgrew our Altima. Bella gets Dunkin Donuts munchkins every morning when I get my coffee; even if I don't get coffee she still gets munchkins. She receives new tug and chew toys every few weeks. I also buy her a lb. or more of dog treats at Petco which she picks out herself each week. And lets not forget her buttered toast; she won't eat it without butter . The dog lives like a QUEEN.
The cat on the other hand enjoys a quiet life of solitude. Suzie ventures out to lay on the couch, sits on the back of my chair when I type, sleeps under the bed so Bella leaves her alone, gets treats only occasionally, and doesn't get to go outside and run wild because she is declawed. For the most part, many cat lovers would say I discriminate against her in favor of the dog. They may be onto something.
There is just something about being attacked by a cat unexpectedly at random that puts you on edge. I am sometimes leary of whether she's going to purr or growl when I go to pet her. Luckily, the front claws were removed when she was young because she loved tearing flesh. Yes, mine!!! Whether it be a finger, toe, ankle, swat across the face, or the worst; sneak attack while sleeping on your tummy and you wake up screaming because you have a cat using your back as a scratching post. Forgive me, if I chose to keep my skin where it belongs and that of my family and friends. It was for the "Greater Good" Suzie was altered.
Maybe subconsciously, I thought Bella could keep her in line. She definitely tries. They get along on occasion, but lately, the dog has taken to chasing Suzie away every time she sees her. On our trip to the vet two weeks ago, I was informed Suzie has infected gums. I felt like a terrible Mommy because, I didn't know. She was eating, was still being a normal crabby cat, and her disdain towards me hadn't changed. The Vet decided to put her on Antibiotics for 10 days or until the gums were cleared. My first thought was "I need to buy gloves". Sure enough, the Vet gives me a dropper and marks the measurement, etc. The next morning here we go....
I catch the Cat who is growling and hissing as expected. I place her on the kitchen island and here comes Bella. I have an open bottle of pink sticky smelly medicine, a screeching cat, and a growling dog pulling at my jeans because she thinks I'm giving the cat a treat! Long behold, Bella jumps up as I am trying to get the dropper in the cat's mouth while being bitten repeatedly. The dog grabs the open bottle and is off!!! Needless to say, the cat got squashed to the counter; medicine administered! Now to catch the dog. Well, there she is with the bottle halfway down her throat and pink sticky stuff on her paws and our beige couch!!! She couldn't have stayed in the kitchen because that would have been too easy. After extracting the bottle from the dogs jaws, I threw away what was left.
I called the Vet, explained what happened and asked if I could come pick up another bottle of Antibiotics. After she was done laughing at me, she says "Sure I will have it ready when you get here Mrs. George." So I said, "OK, how much is that going to be?" She checks, gets back on the phone and says "$29.00". I was floored!!! For a friggin cat's gums!! DAMN DOG!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I looked at Bella and decided not to say a thing more. I have always believed that if you say something hurtful, you can't take it back so I bit my tongue; afterall she is one of my children :)
The lesson I learned from this experience, is put the jealous dog in the pen if you are unsure of her reaction to a new situation. I'm thinking next time I have to administer something to the cat or one of the children who is uncooperative, I may have a bottle of Nyquil at the ready so Bella can grab that and run. Maybe she'll give us a few hours of peace while she sleeps like a baby!!! Well not seriously... but it has crossed my mind on occasion.
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