Doggy School

It took us 9 years to get our dog Whisky to behave and listen. We are old and are not as patient now. So, next Thursday evening me and my new doggy, Coco are going to school. We are going to be trained by an experienced dog trainer who is gonna be training her new golden lab pup. Then her and the pup will be going to school to get her masters in service dog training.

It's hard trying to be the Alpha when I am not always with her and there are so many men in her life. So just to add two or more men in her life, I am going to start taking her into work with me for a couple days a week so we can interact during the day. But, she'll have my boss and his dog, Buddy to interact with, plus, the guy at the shop up front and the maintenance guy.

I want to say, we just recently got a new vet for the dog(s). We had been taking Tommy the cat to her but Jim mostly took her cause I'm not a cat person. I can not believe the difference. The other vet was like ok, he looks good, here's his shots & heartworm meds and that will be $150.00 bucks. This vet and her crew are just wonderful. They are like physic. They are constantly touching and examining the pet and telling you things about your pet and telling you what you can do to help your pet be a better pet and how you can be a good pet owner. I went along with Jim last time he took Tommy and then I went alone the other night with CoCo to get her boosters. I just love these people and I can't wait until I see them again. They were just wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. I need to send them a card or something to tell them that.
I absolutely love them.

The trainer is associated with the vet and holds her classes there and she is just as nice and wonderful as they are. I am so looking forward to class next Thursday. Having the right people in your life can make all the difference.

Doggy Jail

Today I had to go to doggy jail and bail my little chocolate cupcake, CoCo out of jail. It was a very traumatic experience and she was quite upset, too. She somehow got out of the fence and run away from Bert when he tried to get her back in. Whisk ran off with her but came back. She wound up being caught by the doggy police and hauled off to jail.

I had her file with me at work because I had just made her a vet appointment yesterday, so I went straight from work to doggy jail. They had me fill out a form, then sent me back to these 3 red doors # 3,4 & 5 to go through and look for her. The first red door #3 led to a cold, hard room filled with kennels. Almost every one had a poor little doggy in them, although some weren't so little. Some were barking, some whining and others were just laying there. My heart was just hurting so bad to see all this poor little animals locked up like that. But, it's better than having them running the streets, I suppose. So, no little CoCo in cell block #3,

I went on to # 4 and once again started looking from right to left. I was almost back at the door when I seen this little brown doggy. It looked like my CoCo, yes, she had little white paws, yes, she had a little shaved belly. Yes, this was my little CoCo, but she was shaking and shivering from head to toe. She didn't act like the brave little girl that knocks heads & bites legs with old Whisky, I put my head to the cage and said, "CoCo, my little girl" and she didn't even lick me. She didn't like that place and she was beside herself. I checked the little neck tag they had on her and seen she was picked up just a couple blocks from the house. I told her she would be out soon and went up front to let them know I had found her. After more paper work and payment of $7.50, I told the girl to keep the change as a donation cause I was so happy I didn't have to go in door #5. After I told the story to my husband, Jim. He said he was relieve that I didn't come back with a whole car load of dogs.

I hope I don't ever have to go bail her out again. That place just breaks my heart. But, now my little girl has a record. She can never get to be a rescue dog, drug dog, or anything like that. Bert, my son, said she might still be able to be a police dog. Nine years we've had Whiskey and he's had his haydays of fence jumping and running around with the gang and has never been picked up by the dog cops. Her first day out and my little girl gets picked up. Ain't that just like people cops, they stay away from guy gangs but sees a young gal walking the street and they're all over her.