Sadie had an interesting start to this Thursday....
Jimmy and I were going through our typical "work day" morning routine, when all of a sudden our adorable pooch came charging in our bedroom from one of our guest rooms. Jimmy and I both looked at each other and said, "That can't be good..."
Jimmy, the brave one, marched into the guest bedroom, and our sweet little pup-pup had jumped onto the bed (which is is NOT allowed), pulled a set of clean sheets off the bed (the bed wasn't made, but it was on my list of to-do's :-), some how managed to rip them... and found a pillow that she tried to tear it apart.
Well, to be honest... that wasn't all that strange. Our dog has gotten into plenty: tissues of out trash cans, stuffing out of toys, sugar-free gum that resulted in an over-night (EXPENSIVE) trip to the 24-7 animal hospital, Jimmy's glasses, etc... But nothing had prepared me for today.
Since I was training staff on Linked-In today I decided to skip lunch and prepare for the training. Since training concluded a little earlier than expected I decided to run home before going to the gym since my wonderful sister-in-law and brother had invited me over for dinner (Jimmy is in Busy Season Round 2 '09) and I needed to check on Sadie.
Well, I'm riding down our street, and.. oh no. It can't be. But yes, Sadie sitting on the wrong side of the fence. This is quite bizarre because the few times she has gotten on the other side of that fence (without a leash) has resulted in a mad dash down the road. (photo @ start of blog is how she normally looks... on the CORRECT side of the fence!)
So I quickly pull in the drive way and open my car door as she rushes inside the car to greet me ... Well she is giving me lots of love and kisses (which is particularly disturbing and you'll find out why in a minute), but she isn't her typical "Brittany Spaniel" self... She is acting a little funny.
Sadie and I get inside and I am spoiling her with tons of attention because.. I have to admit.. I'm pretty darn proud of her for not running away.
...I suddenly smell something a little funky and....
Errr... Gross. She vomited on the kitchen floor.
After I clean up the puddle, I go and give her a little more attention because my pooch isn't feeling well...
As I'm petting I notice....
Errr... Gross. A tic hanging off her nose.
I take her upstairs, hold an alcohol swab on her nose to get the tic off properly (which Sadie is NOT happy about), and then finally, da-da-da-daaaaaaaaa... GET IT OFF! So we rush down stairs to get a treat. Right as Sadie is in the middle of eating her yummy treat....
Err... Gross. She vomits again.
I begin to wonder... what is up with you dog? So I start to worry that she is sick. She is being completely sweet, which is in her nature, but typically she is very sweet in a HYPER way. She is never the sort of dog to just plop down in your lap.
I decide I need to to go outside and shut the fence, and was going to leave the poor, pitiful pooch inside, but as I approached the door - she started JUMPING with such enthusiasm. So I put her leash on her and we went to take care of business...
I shut the gate, take her off the leash and away she goes... Running her laps in her self-made race track... Then she runs back to me, as if to say, "Alright mom... I'm ready."
So we walk up the deck steps... and then I see it.
Err... DISGUSTING. A dead squirrel on the deck.
As soon as I saw it, and Sadie saw that I saw it (and heard my rather loud reaction)... she started playing the poor, pitiful, puppy routine.
Dogs... especially Brittany Spaniels, sure make life interesting! :-)
Jimmy and I were going through our typical "work day" morning routine, when all of a sudden our adorable pooch came charging in our bedroom from one of our guest rooms. Jimmy and I both looked at each other and said, "That can't be good..."
Jimmy, the brave one, marched into the guest bedroom, and our sweet little pup-pup had jumped onto the bed (which is is NOT allowed), pulled a set of clean sheets off the bed (the bed wasn't made, but it was on my list of to-do's :-), some how managed to rip them... and found a pillow that she tried to tear it apart.
Well, to be honest... that wasn't all that strange. Our dog has gotten into plenty: tissues of out trash cans, stuffing out of toys, sugar-free gum that resulted in an over-night (EXPENSIVE) trip to the 24-7 animal hospital, Jimmy's glasses, etc... But nothing had prepared me for today.
Since I was training staff on Linked-In today I decided to skip lunch and prepare for the training. Since training concluded a little earlier than expected I decided to run home before going to the gym since my wonderful sister-in-law and brother had invited me over for dinner (Jimmy is in Busy Season Round 2 '09) and I needed to check on Sadie.
Well, I'm riding down our street, and.. oh no. It can't be. But yes, Sadie sitting on the wrong side of the fence. This is quite bizarre because the few times she has gotten on the other side of that fence (without a leash) has resulted in a mad dash down the road. (photo @ start of blog is how she normally looks... on the CORRECT side of the fence!)
So I quickly pull in the drive way and open my car door as she rushes inside the car to greet me ... Well she is giving me lots of love and kisses (which is particularly disturbing and you'll find out why in a minute), but she isn't her typical "Brittany Spaniel" self... She is acting a little funny.
Sadie and I get inside and I am spoiling her with tons of attention because.. I have to admit.. I'm pretty darn proud of her for not running away.
...I suddenly smell something a little funky and....
Errr... Gross. She vomited on the kitchen floor.
After I clean up the puddle, I go and give her a little more attention because my pooch isn't feeling well...
As I'm petting I notice....
Errr... Gross. A tic hanging off her nose.
I take her upstairs, hold an alcohol swab on her nose to get the tic off properly (which Sadie is NOT happy about), and then finally, da-da-da-daaaaaaaaa... GET IT OFF! So we rush down stairs to get a treat. Right as Sadie is in the middle of eating her yummy treat....
Err... Gross. She vomits again.
I begin to wonder... what is up with you dog? So I start to worry that she is sick. She is being completely sweet, which is in her nature, but typically she is very sweet in a HYPER way. She is never the sort of dog to just plop down in your lap.
I decide I need to to go outside and shut the fence, and was going to leave the poor, pitiful pooch inside, but as I approached the door - she started JUMPING with such enthusiasm. So I put her leash on her and we went to take care of business...
I shut the gate, take her off the leash and away she goes... Running her laps in her self-made race track... Then she runs back to me, as if to say, "Alright mom... I'm ready."
So we walk up the deck steps... and then I see it.
Err... DISGUSTING. A dead squirrel on the deck.
As soon as I saw it, and Sadie saw that I saw it (and heard my rather loud reaction)... she started playing the poor, pitiful, puppy routine.
Dogs... especially Brittany Spaniels, sure make life interesting! :-)
Here's to keeping the memories....
Last week, Tray and I decided to give each other a dog for Christmas. Now I have changed my mind.
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