I would've written last week but a dog had explosive diarrhea all over my blog!
Sometimes life throws a great big wrench into the system that halts your trying-to-be-productive life. The picture you see to your left is a dog I named Vivian. Yes Vivian- feel free to judge me. She roamed into the carpentry area of my boyfriend’s work 9 days ago. Somehow nooooobody else was able to take her home because of inadequate living space and work schedule blah blah blah. So, guess who became the sucker? I asked my boyfriend why no one took her to the nearby shelter during their lunch break and his response was that all of the girls in the office were afraid she’d get the ax. F---ing girls!
Sometimes life throws a great big wrench into the system that halts your trying-to-be-productive life. The picture you see to your left is a dog I named Vivian. Yes Vivian- feel free to judge me. She roamed into the carpentry area of my boyfriend’s work 9 days ago. Somehow nooooobody else was able to take her home because of inadequate living space and work schedule blah blah blah. So, guess who became the sucker? I asked my boyfriend why no one took her to the nearby shelter during their lunch break and his response was that all of the girls in the office were afraid she’d get the ax. F---ing girls!
So let me tell you about plucking a stray dog right off the street. It’s like letting a wild animal into your home. She’s never been on a leash. She’s never been indoors. She’s malnourished and underweight. And she’s never had to hold her pee and pooh in her entire life. Fun fact: when you take in a stray they are not used to the richness of regular dog food and they will have explosive diarrhea all over your house, their crate and sometimes their bodies. Occasionally, you have to give them three baths in one day because they’ve rolled in it in their crate or stepped in it on the floor and ran all over the house slipping and sliding in it just to get away from you because they know you're T.O.'ed. Another fun fact: all puppies are born with roundworm and if they’ve never been to the vet before they will still have it. Therefore, if they pooh it will get roundworm all over your house, their crate and sometimes their bodies. And if you spend 36 hours cleaning all of this up you will inevitably feel like you’re covered in roundworm and dog feces. I would equate this feeling to accidentally falling into a pool of sewage.
The stats on Viv. She’s 18 lbs., 6 months old, never been spayed, no microchip. And even though she looks like a pit bull, two different dog professional parties say that she's actually a labrador retriever mix. So after the first 36 hours of soupy poop patrol I decided that I'd had it. We should immediately take her to the no-kill animal shelter down the street. We walked in and the first question they asked us was where did you find her? After supplying them with the wrong answer we were sent to a shelter in the area that she was found- which wasn’t a no-kill facility. Big fail!
Now I don’t want you to think that I'm missing a heart because I’ve seemed pretty unemotional in this blog so far. Let me tell you that the morning we were taking her to the shelter I cried and cried over breakfast. So after our failed doggie jail mission we decided to just foster her until we found her the right home. And then when a friend of a friend showed interest in Viv, I cried AGAIN. Sooooo I guess I AM a great big sucker.
Cut to 9 days later. Vivian is almost crate trained. The diarrhea is gone thank you Haysus! She barely barks or whines. She’s on her way to being pottie trained. She knows how to play fetch. She's starting to learn how to sit. She’s heeling when we go on walks. And she’s learning how to play with our other dog Carl without killing him (he’s only 5 lbs). She actually seems like she’ll be a really well-behaved, loyal and loving dog... and perhaps and LadyPantzer’s best friend? We'll see. I actually just wanted to see how many times I could write the words diarrhea, pooh and their synonyms in one blog.
The stats on Viv. She’s 18 lbs., 6 months old, never been spayed, no microchip. And even though she looks like a pit bull, two different dog professional parties say that she's actually a labrador retriever mix. So after the first 36 hours of soupy poop patrol I decided that I'd had it. We should immediately take her to the no-kill animal shelter down the street. We walked in and the first question they asked us was where did you find her? After supplying them with the wrong answer we were sent to a shelter in the area that she was found- which wasn’t a no-kill facility. Big fail!
Now I don’t want you to think that I'm missing a heart because I’ve seemed pretty unemotional in this blog so far. Let me tell you that the morning we were taking her to the shelter I cried and cried over breakfast. So after our failed doggie jail mission we decided to just foster her until we found her the right home. And then when a friend of a friend showed interest in Viv, I cried AGAIN. Sooooo I guess I AM a great big sucker.
Cut to 9 days later. Vivian is almost crate trained. The diarrhea is gone thank you Haysus! She barely barks or whines. She’s on her way to being pottie trained. She knows how to play fetch. She's starting to learn how to sit. She’s heeling when we go on walks. And she’s learning how to play with our other dog Carl without killing him (he’s only 5 lbs). She actually seems like she’ll be a really well-behaved, loyal and loving dog... and perhaps and LadyPantzer’s best friend? We'll see. I actually just wanted to see how many times I could write the words diarrhea, pooh and their synonyms in one blog.
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