There are some great sun spots in our den, especially in the morning. I’ll seek them out and lay down in them. They’re nice and warm and cozy. With those qualities, who wouldn’t enjoy basking in a sun spot?
My Kendra human documented me enjoying some sun spots, and I decided to share those pictures with you.
A nice thing about sunbathing in our den is that I’m less likely to overheat than if I’m outside in more direct sunlight, and my water dish is just a few pawsteps away if I get thirsty.
Often, I take a little snooze while in the sun spot. It’s a nice, relaxing hobby. I hope you have a relaxing hobby too.
I hope you all are having a wonderful day, full of interesting scents and yummy treats and sunshine.
The weather around here has been on the fritz, lately. One day it’s sunny, the next it’s rainy. There was even snow one morning this week. Kendra human seemed upset about the snow, but it made it easier for me to show her the scent trails of other dogs I was following due to their pawsteps in the snow.
Even though I love going outside, I do have a confession to make: I don’t like being in the rain. I also don’t like sprinklers. In fact, I just don’t like getting wet at all. Bleh!
I’ll be all excited to go outside, but if someone opens the door and I see it’s raining, then it’s a “Nope. No thanks. I’ll pass.” from me. But if my Kendra human suspects I need to go potty, she’ll make me go outside in the cold, uncomfortable, wet rain anyway. On those days, I wish indoor doggy toilets existed.
The other night, I experienced something terrible regarding this.
Kendra human took me out for the last time for the night. It was dark and the air pleasantly cool. But then as we went down the last flight of stairs, what do I see? Not only is it drizzling outside, but on both sides of the sidewalk, the sprinklers were on! Now, I understand humans care about keeping the grass green, but sometimes their sprinkler set up seems inefficient. This was one of those times because the sprinklers were not only watering the grass, they were also watering the sidewalk. We were trapped!
Luckily, Kendra human showed me that we wouldn’t really get wet if we went right down the middle of the sidewalk, but it was an icky experience for sure.
I hope that sprinkler situation doesn’t become the norm.
I’m looking forward to the sunny days of summer, and the adventures they’ll bring.
Humans are strange creatures. I love my Kendra human, and I’m starting to love Ben human. But they love our den too much.
Now that the snow is gone, and it’s (kinda) getting warmer outside, I don’t think we should spend so much time in our den.
I’m trying to make Kendra human and Ben human get the hint. I’ve been telling them I need to go out more often, but they don’t seem inclined to spend as much time outside as me. In fact, Ben human doesn’t seem to like to take me out for potty breaks. He has an aversion to cleaning up my poop that Kendra human doesn’t, so Kendra human usually takes me out. Since we live in town, I’m not allowed to go out by myself.
But both of them don’t appreciate it when I whine to go out just because I want to go out and not because I need to potty. Don’t they notice that sunshine or that green grass? All the smells and places to explore and other dogs to meet! Outside is fun.
Sometimes when I’m outside I get so caught up in a scent that I just have to follow it, even though Kendra human wants to go a different direction. Unfortunately, she’s pulled me away from a number of interesting scent trails.
Inside is a good, safe place. It’s great for eating and sleeping and when it’s raining, but when the weather is nice, I think we should spend all day outside.
There are even mutual benefits between dogs and humans when it comes to being outside.
Lessens anxiety and depression
More time for a dog and her human to bond
More sunshine and vitamin D for dog and human health
Helps with mental alertness
Helps with creativity
Overall, spending time outside when the weather is nice makes humans and dogs feel better!
We have made some progress with staying outside longer now that it’s not winter, but I’ll keep working to help my humans with this serious issue. Don’t worry. I can be pretty stubborn when it comes to things I think are important, and outside is important. Very important.
If I keep insisting on going outside, hopefully my humans will realize that too.
I’m sure my whining about it will get to them eventually.
My humans spend a lot of time at home with me, and that’s great. But they’re also always trying to “keep busy”, which is, apparently, some human nonsense about constantly doing things. Sounds exhausting. And the things they do have a lot to do with typing and working on computers. Boring. This blog I’m adding to is an exception, of course.
Anyway, Kendra human and Ben human have their hands busy most of the time. That interferes with how much time they spend petting and paying attention to me. But I’m a female dog that knows I’m worth paying attention to, and if my needs aren’t being met, I try to let them know.
First I’ll whine some, but they usually don’t like me whining unless I need to go potty. Next, I sit on the floor in front of or beside them and stare, really stare, for a long time. Maybe I’ll even huff at them. That gets me noticed, and one of them might free a hand from “keep busy” and pet me around the ears.
But, when they stop petting me, I go for my secret move: a little whine combined with lying down by one of their hind paws, I mean, feet. And then I give them the Please Love Me look (shown above if you’re looking for pointers).
It works wonderfully because they use their free foot to give me belly rubs! I get what I want, and they get to keep working on whatever they’re doing.
I know how to make sure the important things, like showing love, get done.
A digital greeting sniff to all the humans (and secretly their pets) reading this.
I’ve got this habit of spinning. I don’t know where it came from. And I get different reactions from different humans when I do it. Kendra human tends to smile, but Ben human tries to stop me. Talk about confusing.
Why do I spin? Well, I do it without thinking when I get excited. Don’t you ever get that way? The excitement of something (like a scrumptious treat) just fills you up, and you just gotta do something with it? For me, the solution is spinning.
How fast I spin and how many times in a row I spin depends on how excited I am. More excitement = more spinning!
While my spinning is Happy Spinning, spinning can mean a number of things for us dogs.
Anxiety Spinning: Spinning because you have an icky, upsetting feeling inside.
Get Comfortable Spinning: Spinning before laying down to make sure the spot is a good spot to plop down on.
My Spot Spinning: Spinning that often goes with Get Comfortable Spinning. It’s a way of getting more of our scent into the area and letting others know we claim that spot.
Scout The Area Spinning: Spinning to verify the area around is safe.
Something’s Not Working Right Spinning: Spinning to try and deal with a health issue, like problems with seeing, hearing, or balance.
Happy Spinning: Spinning to let out all the happy excitement. The best spinning!
Humans are hopeless at understanding the barking language. (I’ve tried to teach Kendra human, but she still doesn’t understand usually.) So, hopefully this helps clarify our spinning behaviors.
And, in case you don’t believe I know what I’m talking about (even though I am a dog), here are some other websites that talk about dog spinning.
Man, am I glad my tummy’s all better now! I’m back to my usual food-loving self. In fact, I tried to eat a chicken bone I found while my Kendra human and I were outside recently, but Kendra human took it away from me. She said something along the lines of “We’re not risking something like that again!”
I noticed Kendra human trying to get me to take a nasty tasting little white thing before I got sick, and now that I’m better, I realized she still gives it to me sometimes. She’s been hiding it in the chicken she’s been giving me, but today I caught on and spat the white thing out (I managed to keep the chicken in my mouth. Not going to give that up.). She didn’t like that much and made me take it anyway. Bleh.
My humans give this to me an hour or two before they leave. It makes me kinda sleepy and relaxed. I think they’re trying to make me less upset when I’m alone. I heard them say I have “separation anxiety” or something. They’ve tried other things to get me to relax about their leaving, but none of it was making much of a difference. So Kendra human started sneaking the white things into treats. I think the vet gave them to her.
I still freak out a little when they leave, though. I mean, we’re a pack. We’re supposed to stay together, right? Leaving me behind kinda hurts. I just love my humans so much.
All the tail wags,
P.S. Why does everything the vet gives to Kendra human for me taste so bad?
Annie dog here. Gee, have I had a rough week this week! And it all started with some roast beef.
Last Sunday afternoon, my Kendra human took me out for a potty break around the apartment complex. It was nice and sunny. As we walked around the back of the building that our den is located in, I had my nose to the ground like usual, and I came across a tantalizing scent: meat!
Some human from another apartment den had either dropped or threw a big chunk of roast beef on the ground. Well, I wasn’t going to pass that up, so I snapped it up in my mouth before Kendra human realized what I’d found.
Maybe Kendra human should have tried harder to get that roast beef away from me than she did because eating that was the beginning of a horrible ordeal.
I was fine the rest of Sunday and all of Monday, but when Tuesday came around….Well, I was needing a LOT of potty breaks as well as throwing up. My stomach was so upset that I didn’t even want to eat. I spent my time either sleeping in my bed or hurrying to get outside in time to potty. Then, Wednesday, there was a little blood in my runny poop.
Kendra human got really worried when I pooped almost straight blood Thursday morning though, and she called the vet (shudder) right away.
Apparently, that was some really bad roast beef.
Now I’m on some yucky medicine paste, but the vet did tell Kendra human to feed me boiled chicken and rice for my stomach. The rice I could care less about, but I love chicken. Maybe the vet is on my side after all?
I’m on the mend now, thank goodness. Maybe I’ll think twice before eating food I find outside again…but probably not. Guess I’ll have to count on Kendra human to stop me in the future.
Think I can convince her that feeding me chicken for my meals should be a regular thing?
It’s me again, Annie dog. I’m sneaking onto my human’s computer to keep you updated. Kinda hard to type with paws on these tiny buttons humans use.
My human and her mate left me for a couple of weeks again to go visit her mate’s pack. I wish they would take me with them on these trips. I fear they may become a regular thing. I even heard they met another dog at the airport. If that dog can go on planes, why not me, right?
Anyway, things have settled back into a routine for me now that my Kendra human is back. There is something I don’t understand about my human around this time every year. Why won’t she let us stay outside longer? I love outside. There are so many scents to follow! Sometimes I get so excited that I extend the retractable leash all the way and start pulling for Kendra human to move faster. However, when snow comes, we only go outside for potty breaks….
I have a goal of sniffing all the places ever, and it’s hard to work on that goal during winter when my human insists me go back inside as soon as I poop. (Also, what is it with humans and putting poop in baggies and throwing it in the smelly containers outside?)
Sometimes, the ice does hurt my paws when we go out early in the morning, and outside is really cold. But I’m ready for all the sniffing adventures aside from that time.
I even looked up some of the benefits of sniffing. Maybe Kendra human will see this and take me on longer winter walks.
It provides mental stimulation.
Dogs are less likely to misbehave.
It makes me happy.
Beagles like me are scent hounds, bred to follow our powerful noses.
It lets me understand my surroundings and feel a sense of control or more at eases.
It makes me happy.
It helps me socialize with people and other dogs.
It uses up my pent up energy.
Oh, and it makes me happy.
I’ll be back soon to let you know about more of my adventures!
Annie has an interesting habit, one I don’t know if any other dogs have….
She gives me what I like to call “love nibbles”.
These love nibbles usually occur after I have been sitting on the floor petting her for a while. It also helps if I am trying to get her excited at the same time by using a playful voice and having some pets be hard enough to basically become nudges.
In return, she’ll give me a happy whine, wag her tail, and grab a piece of the clothing I’m wearing between her teeth. She then nibbles on it (not hard enough to damage the material) with her snout pressed against me for a few seconds. It’s oddly cute!
It’s satisfying as a pet owner to see my dog display affection for me in a way that seems unique to her. It somehow makes it feel more genuine and therefore more satisfying.
I wonder if there are any other pets out there that give love nibbles?
In what special ways does your animal show their love?
I wanted to take a moment this Thanksgiving to write about how grateful I am for my Annie dog. If you read our origin story post, then you’ll know that Annie came into my life when I was really struggling. She’s one of the main reasons I was able to stop self-harming when I was at the lowest point I’ve ever been.
She’s sweet, friendly, and loves attention. If I lie down on the floor, she’ll come right up to me and snuggle in next to my neck.
She snores, she’s whiny, gets powerful gas, and I don’t know if all her fur will ever grow back. But, I love her.
I recently read a book called 12 Rules for Life. The author made an interesting comment that we love people because of their limitations. A person’s limitations are just as much of what makes individuals unique as their strengths. I thought that was a powerful thought, and I think it applies to our love for our pets too. Complete love means recognizing the other completely, including the things you like and the things you don’t like about them. Annie is such a great example of this. She loves me completely, and I feel that from her. I hope to learn how to incorporate this true love into the way I treat others.
Thanks, Annie dog, for coming into my life when you did.
Thank you to everyone who’s been reading about our experiences. Happy Thanksgiving!
Getting Annie dog fixed was something I’d been planning on doing sometime ever since I adopted her; however, since she was still recovering from mange, then an ear infection, and then a paw infection when I got her, I wanted to wait until she was healthy before I had it done.
Then, after those conditions cleared up, her hair was still taking a long time to grow back. It still hasn’t come back completely although she has a lot more now than when I first met her.
Earlier this year when she got her teeth cleaned, I had the vet’s office also do a full blood panel to see if there was anything else going on. Everything came back in normal range, and she doesn’t act sick, so she’s healthy.
The other thing preventing me from getting her spayed earlier on was that I was strapped for cash. Due to my own medical bills and financial obligations, I just couldn’t afford to get her fixed (which was fine with Annie, I’m sure).
But this year, Annie and I have both been blessed with better health and an improving financial state, so I finally scheduled that appointment.
Everything went well, but Annie gave me the “How could you let them do this to me?” look for a couple of days afterward. I was a little worried when she didn’t eat anything (except like 2 dog treats) for a few days following the surgery, but she started feeling better and is doing fine now.
I researched a little about spaying dogs before taking Annie to the vet, and here’s the gist of what I learned:
Spaying an animal means removing the entire uterus and ovaries. Although, there is an option out there for just removing the ovaries.
A female dog’s behavior can be influenced by having these parts removed because it affects hormone production. It seemed like it might calm them down some, but I got the vibe it doesn’t affect a female’s mood as much as a male’s mood is affected by getting neutered. However, it will not change their personality completely.
It can help prevent mammary tumors (My childhood dog, who never got spayed, had a benign one of these.) and serious uterine infections.
There’s potential that spaying your dog can help them live longer. Not sure why, but supposedly it can increase their natural lifespan.
A dog’s metabolism slows down after being spayed.
It’s been almost 2 weeks now, and Annie dog has mostly recovered! She has some scarring down her lower belly. This may or may not be permanent.
I plan to do something fun with her soon to make up for what she’s had to endure.
Do you have any “tails” about getting your pets fixed?
It’s become a fairly normal thing to refer to your pet as a “fur baby”. While I don’t really use that term with my Annie dog, she certainly fits the title some days!
For instance, sometimes after she comes in from outside in the morning, she just wants to cuddle on my bed with me. (I kind of like the validation that she loves me, actually). She loves being petted and snuggled with. If I lie down on the floor, she’s quick to jog over and lie down next to me, her face next to mine. In fact, if I lie down on the floor and don’t show her affection (like if I’m exercising or stretching or playing a board game), she gets confused. Apparently, what else would I lie down on the floor for if not for her?
However, in addition to being the baby, Annie likes mothering babies.
One time I tried to save a stray kitten. We couldn’t find her mom for more than a day, and her little siblings had frozen in the cold. Unfortunately, the kitten, which I’d named Bella, died in the end, but while she was alive, Annie just wanted to whine and smother her with love. Her “affection” was strong enough that I had to keep the kitten out of her reach most of the time since the kitten was so small and fragile.
It doesn’t end with animal babies, either. Annie likes human babies. Every time a baby comes over to the house, she whines and wags her tail in excitement, following the baby carrier around. She just has to say “hello” to the baby.
Beagles are known for being friendly dogs and great for families. According to the American Kennel Club, it’s “no wonder that for years the Beagle has been the most popular hound dog among American pet owners” (https://www.akc.org/dog-breeds/beagle/). I can attest that Annie fits the stereotype there. She’s a sweetheart, really. She may get spooked easily, but Annie is loving, trusting, and will let you do just about anything to her as long as you pet her.
Annie just loves love, whether she’s receiving it or giving it. Just like an innocent, furry baby.
I love my Annie dog, and she can be the sweetest little thing. However, there is something I need to work on with her….
She whines like crazy!
I have worked with Annie some about this, and her whining isn’t a bad as it used to be. Sometimes, though, I feel like giving up because it seems like she’ll never overcome it.
I know there are different reasons for her whining. There are two main ones that I believe would solve most of the problem if we can work through them.
She Whines For Attention
When it’s for attention, there can be a real need behind her whining. For instance, she might need to go outside or need her water bowl refilled. I don’t mind so much when Annie whines to get my attention for these sorts of things. How else would she let me know?
It’s the whining purely for attention that can get annoying. I try to pet, cuddle, and play with Annie regularly. I want to be a good dog mom, but how do I balance giving her attention without giving in to her whining?
According to sites like the ASPCA (American Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals), when a dog whines just for the sake of attention itself, you should ignore them. I try to do that when I’m doing something and know that Annie is just whining and doesn’t need something. But what about when I am playing with and petting her, and she starts whining for more attention during the middle of that? Almost like a happy “pet me more!” whine. Do I just suddenly start ignoring her then?
2. She Whines Due to Separation Anxiety
Annie has had separation anxiety issues ever since I adopted her. I think it’s due to a mix of her previous owners not treating her well and spending a couple of months in a shelter.
Even though I’ve owned her for almost three years, she still freaks out and whines like crazy when I leave or when I first get home.
At this point, I’m considering if she needs anti-anxiety medication.
I’ve tried a number of different things since she’s become my dog to try and ease her anxiety and whining. I’m a bit flummoxed about what more I can do.
Has medication helped your pets with anxiety? Do you have any you reccommend?
I don’t want to just “drug” my dog in order to not have to deal with whining, but I think it might genuinely help her. And she’s helped me so much through the worst of my self-harm and depression that I want to help her back as much as I can.
It happens on a regular basis I’ll be working on something or in the middle of watching a show or even trying to fall asleep and….
The loud, throaty vibrating sound erupts from Annie.
I’ll look over to see her sleeping contently, oblivious to the noise she’s making.
Sometimes it’s funny, and sometimes it’s annoying. But I guess that’s the way things are in both pet-human and human-human relationships. The other being can’t be the perfect white horse, prince, princess, knight, or perfect whatever all the time. They’d have to be fake all the time to achieve that.
I prefer authenticity, and Annie sure as heck doesn’t care for pretending to be anything. She’s true to herself, snores and all.
But I did get to wondering if her loud snoring could be a health problem, like it can be in humans, and here’s what I found from some light research.
Know the nose- The flatter the dog’s face/shorter the nose, the more the dog’s breathing is naturally constricted, making them likely to snore. (Being a beagle, that’s not what’s causing Annie’s snoring.)
Weight- If the dog is overweight, they are more at risk for snoring. I don’t think Annie’s that fat, but others have described her as chubby so….
How the dog sleeps affects how they snore- Apparently, if the dog sleeps on its back or with its head lower than the rest of its body, it increases its probability of snoring. That’s why those dog beds with raised sides are good. Being able to sleep with their head lifted up opens up their airways, making snoring less likely. Annie, well, as you can see in the picture above, she has some interesting ways she likes to sleep.
Air Dryness-How humid the place you and your dog live is also influences their snoring. The drier the air, the more at risk you are for hearing your dog “enjoying” their sleep. This is because dry air dries out the nose and throat. Since Annie and I live in a very dry climate, using a diffuser or humidifier could help diminish her snoring.
As you can see, I have a couple of things to try to decrease those loud snores of Annie’s.
There is a chance that a dog’s snoring can be caused by sleep apnea or an infection in the nose, mouth, or throat. However, since Annie recently had a vet appointment and came out with a clean bill of health (and clean teeth), I don’t think anything serious is causing her to snore.
I’ll try experimenting to see if any of the above methods work, especially since they seem to be good for Annie and not just for my benefit. But, if she continues to snore like a rhino, I’ll still love her, noise and all.
Also, don’t forget that we have a YouTube channel you can visit for funny and cute videos of Annie!
It feels like the whole world is shutting down around us due to the coronavirus. Even though I’m one of those people who spends most of her time at home anyway, the pressure to avoid going anywhere or be around people still feels stifling.
I do believe we’ll get through this. Due to personal circumstances, the virus is scarier for some than others. I’m grateful that I don’t have a compromised immune system and for the people still working to keep everyone safe and the country running. Prayers and love from Annie and me to all of you.
This past week Annie has been more playful. I see it partly as a sign that she’s come to accept that little Jasper is gone and also as a sign she likes the extra snuggles I’ve given her lately.
One of the things that happens when Annie wants to play is that she gets the “zoomies”. If you have a dog, you’ve probably witnessed them do this too. Annie gets all excited and will suddenly bolt off running around the house on her stubby legs, her long ears flapping before she races back to where I am. Sometimes she repeats this a few times.
I think it’s funny and cute. When I’m feeling down, it lifts my heart to see Annie dog having fun and being silly.
I’m glad I have her, even more so right now when everyone is supposed to be practicing social distancing. I can cuddle and play with my dog all I want. Take that, coronavirus!
Annie dog and I hope you and your loved ones are all safe. We send you hugs and tail wags!
Little Jasper was run over in February. It happened when he was following Annie and me on a walk. It was somewhat traumatizing to witness as he didn’t die instantly, and I’d rather not go into graphic detail.
I sobbed on and off the first couple of days. Annie seems to be grieving in her own way. She’s been whinier than usual, and sometimes when she first goes outside, she waits on the step for Jasper to come and tug on her ear in the “C’mon, let’s go!” fashion that he used to.
She’s also been even more of a cuddle bug lately.
Little Jasper will be missed. He was an energetic fur ball who was always eager to play. If you sat down next to him, he saw it as an open invitation to sit on your lap.
He was only a couple years old. In one sense, I hope he rests in peace, but in another sense, I hope he’s up in heaven romping around with all the other dogs.
It sucks when a pet dies. What are ways you cope with the grief of losing a pet?
I’ve spent more time away from home the second half of 2019 than I have before in the two years I’ve owned Annie. This also means that I’ve spent more time away from Annie than ever.
She’s been a pretty good sport about it, which is saying a lot considering how bad her separation anxiety was when I first adopted her. My little Annie dog has gotten stronger. Pardon me for feeling a ping of pride when I think about that.
Some things have happened in my personal life that have left me thinking about what people expect from each other and how no relationship realistically (as far as I can tell) exists without each party being a little selfish. After all, you should feel comfortable asking for things in an authentic relationship, right? They should be reasonable things, and each side has to be willing to give, of course.
Personally, I struggle with asking for things from others. I may think about it, but it’s difficult to say.
That’s one reason why I love dogs: their selfishness is different than humans.
Annie is open about what she wants and doesn’t hide how she feels. It’s all there in her body language. Yet, when she’s being selfish, demanding my attention for more cuddles more letting me know it’s time to feed her, there’s an innocence in it that I don’t see in adults. I never feel used or like I’m getting the bad end of the deal. It’s simple, open, loving communication. I give her love, and she gives love back. There’s no need to make it complicated.
Annie’s selfishness is innocent.
How grateful I am that I have Annie dog, and that she looks past all the faults I have (if she even notices them in the first place) and simply loves me. She gives me hope, and that’s a powerful thing to give.
We’re back! It’s been a while since the last post. Annie and I are doing good: Annie’s paw is all healed up now, and my fibromyalgia symptoms haven’t been as bad lately.
Though I’m not by any means over-scheduled, I have been
busier lately, and Annie’s demeanor shows she’s feeling a bit left out. She
jumps up on my bed every night now and wants to cuddle every time I sit on the
floor, even if that means messing up whatever I was doing on the floor in the
Despite this behavior, she’s still come a far way from the
terrible separation anxiety she had when I first adopted her. And she’s gotten
used enough to my parents’ house that she doesn’t constantly whine when I’m not
home (I’m sure my parents appreciate that).
I guess I’m reflecting on how pets are like four year-olds,
sensitive to the amount of direct attention you give them.
Annie developed this “push the bowl” habit not too
long after I adopted her. She knows her water goes in her blue bowl, and you
should know that she drinks a LOT of water. So, it’s not unusual for me to
glance over and see that her water bowl is empty. However, if I’m preoccupied
and fail to notice that she needs a drink, Annie will start pushing her blue
bowl around. It makes a scraping noise on the plastic mat or kitchen floor, and
the sound is Annie’s way of getting my attention to let me know she’s thirsty.
While I’m glad she has developed methods of letting me know
when she needs something, I wonder how often Annie feels the need to “push
the bowl” in other areas in order for me to give her the proper attention.
I try to make sure she feels loved and is cared for, but what is the proper
balance between loving and caring for your dog and overdoing it? I don’t want
to be neglectful in any way, but I also don’t want to be that crazy chick who
overindulges her dog, treating it like a royal baby.
Maybe I’m overthinking it (That seems to be a habit of
mine.), but if I’m going to care for an animal, then I want to do it right. And
Annie’s been through enough in her past. She should feel secure with me.
What do you think is a good balance between owner and pet?
Annie has had a rough couple of weeks. She’s been in heat (No, she’s not fixed.) and had to wear diapers. If that wasn’t enough, she hurt her left front paw somehow.
She started limping one day, and when I checked, I saw that in-between her paw pads was a swollen red. I cleaned her paws with epsom salt water and tried to keep her paw clean. She wasn’t bleeding or anything, and I’d hoped she’d recover on her own after a day or two.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, and we ended up going to the vet. Annie was fine in the waiting area, but as soon as we entered the examination room, she started pacing and whining. There must be a scent in those rooms–probably given off by other animals–that makes her feel uncomfortable since this was the first time we’d been to this vet.
The assistant ended up holding Annie while the vet took a small pair of forceps and investigated the most sensitive spot on her paw.
Well, as you can guess, Annie didn’t like that at all. She struggled, whined, and even tried to snap at the vet. Poor thing. I felt bad, but we needed to find out what was going on.
The vet ended up pulling out a tiny piece of what looked like a brown thistle. He said, it seemed strange that her paw would hurt so badly because of such a small piece, but there was infection too.
Before sending us on our way, the vet gave us some antibiotics and pain reliever. And, in case you’re wondering, Annie doesn’t like pills either. The vet assistant found that out when she gave her her first dose. She put each pill in a treat pouch, and Annie was okay with that when it came to the pain pill. However, the antibiotic pill was in capsule form, and Annie wasn’t having that. So, what did she do? She maneuvered the treat pouch around in her mouth so that she could eat the treat, but then she spat out the untouched capsule at the vet assistant’s feet.
Yep. She wasn’t afraid to tell us what she thought of that pill.
Back home, I had to either trick her with cheese or basically shove the capsule into the back of her mouth to get her to take it, and even then she managed to spit it out half the time somehow. For such a sweet dog, Annie can be really stubborn when she wants to be.
Annie just finished her pills, and I can happily say her paw looks a lot better and she’s no longer limping.
And we’re both glad we don’t have to fight the battle of the pill anymore.
I wonder how many other dogs (or pets in general) also manage to be so tricky when given pills or medicine? If you have any such stories about your pets, I’d love to hear them in the comments!
Annie dog cuddling with me on one of my bad pain days
Last time I wrote about what I am doing to get Annie’s fur back to a healthy, full state. This time I’m going in the opposite direction and writing about how Annie’s helping me.
If you don’t remember from an earlier post, I have fibromyalgia-and the depression that came with it. These chronic conditions wear me down some days, to the point I become an emotional glob, especially if it’s a bad pain day.
But something I love about Annie is her own capacity to love. Despite all she’s been through with the terrible case of mange, spending months in a tiny shelter, and the supposed mistreatment from her previous owners, Annie’s always been eager to love and be loved.
She greets me every morning with a wagging tail, and on those rough days? Well, she does what you see in the photo above: she cuddles up to me as if contact will help me feel better. And, to be honest, her cuddles usually do.
Annie’s not registered as any type of service animal. She’s had no special training. But there’s something about her earnest sincerity that let’s me know she’ll love me no matter what kind of a mess I am in. I don’t have to worry about her being disappointed in me. She doesn’t care if I can’t do all the things I feel pressured I should be able to do. She’s not hung up on my potential being wrapped in what I can accomplish. Annie just loves me for being me.
And I feel that superpower of hers in her cuddles.
Ben human and Kendra human don’t just put food in my bowl now though. One of the things they do instead is put my delicious kibble in this food ball that has a small hole in the top. The first time they showed me the food ball, they’d only put a couple little treats in it, and I wasn’t committed enough to get them out.
That sure changed when an entire meal was on the line! I love my food, and I wasn’t about to go without it. I used my nose to push that food ball ALL OVER the apartment, getting my food to fall out of the hole. They must have been impressed with my skill because now they use the food ball every day.
I’m a little clumsy with it. I often knock it into walls or get it stuck in the gap between the fridge and counter. Sometimes I get it stuck where I can’t get it, and it feels like forever before Kendra human finds it and gets it for me.
The best thing is when I knock it into the wall (or push it up against the wall before dropping it) enough times that the food ball comes apart. Jackpot!
I guess I kind of like the food ball. It keeps me busy for a while.
My human has really slacked off when it comes to this blog, so I’ve decided to take over for this post. I’m Annie dog, and I love my human owner, Kendra. In fact, other humans often act like I’m too attached to her because I cry a lot when she’s gone. But why wouldn’t I cry about my loved one not being with me?
Lately, things have been really different. Like, my human just up and left me with her parents for two weeks recently. Two weeks! Do you realize how terribly long that is? I tried to tell the humans I was with how awful it was…but they didn’t sympathize with my whining.
Then, she came back, and it was amazing! I don’t want her to ever, ever, ever, ever leave me again.
But now we’ve moved to a new den, and there’s a male human staying with us too. I don’t know how I feel about that. He takes a lot of my Kendra’s attention that should be going to me. And now I’m not allowed in the bedroom too. Grr.
It took me a couple days to get used to our new home, but now I can snore away comfortably. And this place has lots of other dogs too! I get to sniff where they’ve been every time my human takes me out.
Things aren’t too bad, I guess. At least, I’m with my human, and I know she loves me.
But why doesn’t anyone ever take my opinion into account with these things?!