WOW! A big shout out to my Louie Fan Club peeps! It's been forever since I have updated you on my life, but it's mainly 'cause my mom hogs the computer and I can never remember the password when she is gone. I thought I should write today, since it is the TWO YEAR anniversary of when my mom saved me from that kill shelter in Alabama. My time was up, and although I was super scared that first night, I think I made a major score with her as my mom!!! How boring would her life have been without me!
For all of the "Save Louie" campaign contributors, I continue to do well with no other heart problems. I am still a fatty, but that doesn't stop me from doing what I want to do, which is mainly steal shit from my siblings. I actually invented a new game I call "Stalker." I hide behind the grill on the deck, and then wait for Cosmo to come up the steps and then I jump out and attack him when he reaches the top!! I also enjoy stealing ANY toy he has and either hiding it under the bed or shoving it under a blanket. He would NEVER think to look there.
I do need to vent for a minute. Apparently I have a new cousin......whatever that it. Anyway, her name is Abby and she lives far away in a place called Dallas. I have never met her, but she is all anyone around here talks about, her pictures are everywhere, and she is the "cutest." Wait a damn minute you little Abby person........stop stealing my gig. I am the cute cuddly one here and I want ALL the attention. We'll have words one day, you watch.
I am addicted to watching "The Sopranos" as my mom has been watching on the seasons on Netflix. I think I could have been their buddy, cause I have street "cred." Also, I have seen a lot more of my grandma since she moved here. She comes to check on me and my siblings when my mom has long days with school. I like her because she understands my need for attention and also because she ALWAYS brings treats.
Not much else to report here. I am pretty sure my pee froze this morning when I went outside, and I found that to be interesting.
Peace out peeps, much love to all my supporters!
Love ya,
Lou Lou
Louie
Monday, January 2, 2012
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
A happy heart....
Today was a big day for me.........I went back to the vet to check my 6 month check up after my heart treatment. My mom said he was gonna do something called an EKG; I was more concerned with the man in the waiting room who wanted to pet me. Ok, so maybe I told HIM to pet me (by barking at him to get his attention), but let's not argue over specifics. Anyway, I didn't have to get that test, but the vet ran bloodwork (I am not a fan of needles) and gave me a physical exam. My friend Melinda was helping today, but I was not her friend after she tricked me into getting my nails trimmed too.
So........my mom and I had to go back to the waiting room to wait on the blood work. You will not BELIEVE how many new butts there were to smell out there when I got back! Holy crap, it was fun! Of course, I had to pee on the door mat before commencing with the smelling of butts. And the HUMANS that were there to pet me! I thought "how did all these people know to come here and wait in line to pet me?" It was crazy. I was playing with my new friends when Melinda came out to tell my mom that the blood work came out fine and that I was all better!! My mom immediately picked me up and everyone started yelling "Yeah LOUIE!!" I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I know it included my mom kissing me all over my face and hugging me and people making a big deal out of me in general. Bottom line: I'm cured!
I should take this opportunity to thank everyone that helped to save my life. I have more baby possums to eat, more cicadas to chase, more bones to chew, and more butts to sniff. I have more time to sleep with my head snuggled up on my mom's neck at night. I get more time to play with Cosmo, chase birds in the yard, and steal shit from my siblings. Most importantly, I have more time to be loved by my mom. And trust me, I'm worth it.
Love ya,
Lou
So........my mom and I had to go back to the waiting room to wait on the blood work. You will not BELIEVE how many new butts there were to smell out there when I got back! Holy crap, it was fun! Of course, I had to pee on the door mat before commencing with the smelling of butts. And the HUMANS that were there to pet me! I thought "how did all these people know to come here and wait in line to pet me?" It was crazy. I was playing with my new friends when Melinda came out to tell my mom that the blood work came out fine and that I was all better!! My mom immediately picked me up and everyone started yelling "Yeah LOUIE!!" I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I know it included my mom kissing me all over my face and hugging me and people making a big deal out of me in general. Bottom line: I'm cured!
I should take this opportunity to thank everyone that helped to save my life. I have more baby possums to eat, more cicadas to chase, more bones to chew, and more butts to sniff. I have more time to sleep with my head snuggled up on my mom's neck at night. I get more time to play with Cosmo, chase birds in the yard, and steal shit from my siblings. Most importantly, I have more time to be loved by my mom. And trust me, I'm worth it.
Love ya,
Lou
Monday, April 11, 2011
LWL update (LWL means "Life with Louie")
GUYS!! I didn't realize it had been two months since I blogged. Well, truth is, I got grounded for a few days for fighting with Miko, then I forgot my password and had to send for a reminder. But, I thought I would update you on the activities going on here.
The scoop: The recent bad weather (the wind) has learned to blow open the side gate on the house. Now, this gate is never opened except for when our Mom takes out the noise making machine that blows grass out the side. Well, mom apparently didn't notice that it got blown open one day and let us all out the back..........I am not sure if it was the shrill in her voice, or the sense of pure horror that made me stop what I was doing, but I got the sense that the door should NEVER be opened without supervision, and left it at that.
Next drama...........Miko had to go to the vet. Now, I had never been without the Alpha dog. And, she has never been ill since I have known her. She came home from the vet (my mom said she had 7 teeth pulled) and all she did was whimper. I tried to kiss her face, cause I knew she was hurting, but she growled at me. Life isn't the same when the Alpha is down. She is much better now. I think she might be high on her dog Tramadol because she went outside in the pouring rain today to go potty. Alpha doesn't even go out to potty when it is 75 and sunny.
Now, the good news...............GRANDMA is here!! WOOT WOOT!! Yep, the "treat lady" as I like to call her, moved close to us and can come here and visit ANYTIME! I think she wants to come every day and see me, but I told her she needed to get a life. For real.
Oh. Forgot to mention something that pissed me off. My mom got a part time job working for a pet sitting service. I am all for her bringing in cash that can be used for my treats and toys. HOWEVER, I am not pleased with the scent of whoreness she brings home with her. Does she think I don't smell those other dogs? Ridiculous. I mean, damn, woman. I sit on your lap all the time, demand your attention, and sleep practically on top of you at night so you aren't scared. Isn't that enough? Why do you need to go play with other dogs? Oh, I hear all that BS about "it makes me happy to take care of other dogs whose mommy's are out of town." But really, all it is is BS. I am giving her a month and then she needs to look for something else. The King of Jealousy does not share.
Also, I have taken up trying to catch Yellow Jackets in my mouth. Pretty fun game. My mom keeps telling me I am "gonna be sorry" when I catch one. What does she know? She thinks whoring around with other dogs is cool. Next.
On a final note, I posted some new pics of me and my peeps at the bottom of my blog page. I am one sexy dog. Look at those pictures and tell me TRUTHFULLY that you could walk by me and not pet me. It is scientifically impossible. I am like a magical force that cannot be resisted.
Ok. I have squirrels to chase and toys to steal from Cosmo.
Later dudes.
Lou
The scoop: The recent bad weather (the wind) has learned to blow open the side gate on the house. Now, this gate is never opened except for when our Mom takes out the noise making machine that blows grass out the side. Well, mom apparently didn't notice that it got blown open one day and let us all out the back..........I am not sure if it was the shrill in her voice, or the sense of pure horror that made me stop what I was doing, but I got the sense that the door should NEVER be opened without supervision, and left it at that.
Next drama...........Miko had to go to the vet. Now, I had never been without the Alpha dog. And, she has never been ill since I have known her. She came home from the vet (my mom said she had 7 teeth pulled) and all she did was whimper. I tried to kiss her face, cause I knew she was hurting, but she growled at me. Life isn't the same when the Alpha is down. She is much better now. I think she might be high on her dog Tramadol because she went outside in the pouring rain today to go potty. Alpha doesn't even go out to potty when it is 75 and sunny.
Now, the good news...............GRANDMA is here!! WOOT WOOT!! Yep, the "treat lady" as I like to call her, moved close to us and can come here and visit ANYTIME! I think she wants to come every day and see me, but I told her she needed to get a life. For real.
Oh. Forgot to mention something that pissed me off. My mom got a part time job working for a pet sitting service. I am all for her bringing in cash that can be used for my treats and toys. HOWEVER, I am not pleased with the scent of whoreness she brings home with her. Does she think I don't smell those other dogs? Ridiculous. I mean, damn, woman. I sit on your lap all the time, demand your attention, and sleep practically on top of you at night so you aren't scared. Isn't that enough? Why do you need to go play with other dogs? Oh, I hear all that BS about "it makes me happy to take care of other dogs whose mommy's are out of town." But really, all it is is BS. I am giving her a month and then she needs to look for something else. The King of Jealousy does not share.
Also, I have taken up trying to catch Yellow Jackets in my mouth. Pretty fun game. My mom keeps telling me I am "gonna be sorry" when I catch one. What does she know? She thinks whoring around with other dogs is cool. Next.
On a final note, I posted some new pics of me and my peeps at the bottom of my blog page. I am one sexy dog. Look at those pictures and tell me TRUTHFULLY that you could walk by me and not pet me. It is scientifically impossible. I am like a magical force that cannot be resisted.
Ok. I have squirrels to chase and toys to steal from Cosmo.
Later dudes.
Lou
Friday, February 11, 2011
Musings on my anniversary...
Tomorrow is my birthday!!! Actually, we don't really know when my birthday is, but tomorrow is the one year anniversary of my adoption being final, so that is as good as any day! I am not sure what my mom has planned, but I thought my day would include whining for attention, sleeping on the couch, stealing toys from my siblings, and eating everyone's food.
It is true what they say: A lot can change in a year. I cannot imagine a better life than the one I have now. I have a yard to run in, 3 siblings that let me do whatever I want, and a mom that basically worships me. Ok, so maybe that is the other way around. I seriously don't know what she would do without me. Who would protect her from the monsters in the back yard? Fritz? Hardly. She needs me. For example, last night I decided that she might be cold, so I snuck up behind her when she was sleeping and pressed my body against her back. I decided that the sounds of my deep breathing in my sleep might soothe her, so I pushed my nose into the back of her neck. I wanted her to know that I love her and that she was safe. I am such a sweet boy.
I don't really have much to say, but thought that I should write something in honor of my special day tomorrow. Not only do I get to celebrate my birthday, but I get to celebrate the happiest day ever- when I became a permanent part of this family.
Love to my peeps-
Lou Lou
It is true what they say: A lot can change in a year. I cannot imagine a better life than the one I have now. I have a yard to run in, 3 siblings that let me do whatever I want, and a mom that basically worships me. Ok, so maybe that is the other way around. I seriously don't know what she would do without me. Who would protect her from the monsters in the back yard? Fritz? Hardly. She needs me. For example, last night I decided that she might be cold, so I snuck up behind her when she was sleeping and pressed my body against her back. I decided that the sounds of my deep breathing in my sleep might soothe her, so I pushed my nose into the back of her neck. I wanted her to know that I love her and that she was safe. I am such a sweet boy.
I don't really have much to say, but thought that I should write something in honor of my special day tomorrow. Not only do I get to celebrate my birthday, but I get to celebrate the happiest day ever- when I became a permanent part of this family.
Love to my peeps-
Lou Lou
Sunday, January 2, 2011
A year later
It was a year ago today that my (now) mom drove to Alabama to pick me up from the lady at the rescue organization. She had picked me up from the shelter on New Year's Eve so that I "didn't have to spend the holiday in a shelter." My mom knew from that statement that she and that lady were kindred spirits. On the drive back to Nashville, I cowered in the back seat by myself. I remember sleeping alone in one of the crates that first night. I was scared!
My mom had no intention of keeping me.......she just couldn't stand the thought of a perfectly good dachshund being put to sleep because they needed more room. Dude. It took me about 24 hours to realize I had hit the MOTHER LOAD of homes. Now, I would have preferred to have all the attention to myself, but it was apparent that this woman adored dogs and if I played my cards right, I might be able to stay.
I lathered her with charm. I gave her "the face." I can recall a night a few weeks later when mom called a family meeting to discuss whether I wanted to stay FOREVER. (hell yes, sign me up!!) 5 weeks later it was official! And the rest, as they say, is history.
It's true that it's amazing what a difference a year makes. I went from shelter dog on the chopping block to being the famous face behind the "Save Louie" campaign. Rock star. That, my friends, is how it is done. I still can't explain what it is about me that makes me do special, but my mom knows. She could tell that I was the perfect fit to the family. Then August came around and Cosmo came to live with us and I thought "Jackpot!!" I have a friend who will play with me!
Enough with the musings from this little brown dog......FAT little brown dog, I should say. My thoughts for the new year? "Chin up, your winning lottery ticket is just around the corner." Mine was.
Love,
Louie
My mom had no intention of keeping me.......she just couldn't stand the thought of a perfectly good dachshund being put to sleep because they needed more room. Dude. It took me about 24 hours to realize I had hit the MOTHER LOAD of homes. Now, I would have preferred to have all the attention to myself, but it was apparent that this woman adored dogs and if I played my cards right, I might be able to stay.
I lathered her with charm. I gave her "the face." I can recall a night a few weeks later when mom called a family meeting to discuss whether I wanted to stay FOREVER. (hell yes, sign me up!!) 5 weeks later it was official! And the rest, as they say, is history.
It's true that it's amazing what a difference a year makes. I went from shelter dog on the chopping block to being the famous face behind the "Save Louie" campaign. Rock star. That, my friends, is how it is done. I still can't explain what it is about me that makes me do special, but my mom knows. She could tell that I was the perfect fit to the family. Then August came around and Cosmo came to live with us and I thought "Jackpot!!" I have a friend who will play with me!
Enough with the musings from this little brown dog......FAT little brown dog, I should say. My thoughts for the new year? "Chin up, your winning lottery ticket is just around the corner." Mine was.
Love,
Louie
Friday, December 10, 2010
My first Christmas
Hey guys! Happy Holidays! Just a little update from the Lou-Man. I don't know what happened here, but there is weird crap all over this house. I don't understand this big wooden light up Santa guy in the dining room. So I peed on him. What the heck is that tree with shiny stuff on it in the front room? Don't get that either. So I peed on it. I don't really care for the jingle bells on the doors either. Can't pee on those. But, if I were greater than 6 inches in height, I would go for it.
I realized yesterday that this will be my first Christmas with my forever family. I don't really remember life before them, but my mom says someone must have loved me. I disagree- uh, didn't she rescue me the day before I was supposed to be euthanized? She said that because I am so attention seeking and spoiled that I must have learned that I could get away with it somewhere. I bet my other family misses me. Like my mom says, "their loss is her gain!" I don't really understand what that means, but when she says it she is always nuzzling me or kissing my face, so I just go with it.
Yesterday morning I pulled another of my "cuteness" stunts. I am trying to "out cute" everyone else in the house. Based on the snubs from Miko and Fritz growling at me, I think I succeed. Anyway, I got hot under the covers and so I moved up and slept next to my mom's head, on her pillow, on my back, with all four stubby legs sticking straight in the air. HOW CUTE IS THAT? Sometimes, I don't even know where I come up with this stuff. I impress myself.
Well, mom might need to mop the floor, which means I need to walk across it in a few minutes.
Peace-
Louie
I realized yesterday that this will be my first Christmas with my forever family. I don't really remember life before them, but my mom says someone must have loved me. I disagree- uh, didn't she rescue me the day before I was supposed to be euthanized? She said that because I am so attention seeking and spoiled that I must have learned that I could get away with it somewhere. I bet my other family misses me. Like my mom says, "their loss is her gain!" I don't really understand what that means, but when she says it she is always nuzzling me or kissing my face, so I just go with it.
Yesterday morning I pulled another of my "cuteness" stunts. I am trying to "out cute" everyone else in the house. Based on the snubs from Miko and Fritz growling at me, I think I succeed. Anyway, I got hot under the covers and so I moved up and slept next to my mom's head, on her pillow, on my back, with all four stubby legs sticking straight in the air. HOW CUTE IS THAT? Sometimes, I don't even know where I come up with this stuff. I impress myself.
Well, mom might need to mop the floor, which means I need to walk across it in a few minutes.
Peace-
Louie
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Big Kisser!
When my mom walked into the vet today, they all said "It's Louie's mom!!!" I heard her voice and immediately started talking smack in the back. The nurse came out and said to my mom "He knows your here!" When they FINALLY carried me out to her, I gave her a dirty look, but wagged my tail, kissed all over her face, and did my little groan thing that I do when I am excited. Then the nurse kissed my head to tell me goodbye and I licked her right on the lips. Several times. Hey..hate the game, not the playa.
Funny stories though........the nurse said she put me back in the crate after my treatment today and I rolled over on my side and started grunting. She thought I was hurt. Nope. I wanted her to rub the belly. DUH! It has taken awhile to train these people. She also told my mom last night about me being a "stinker." So, she and my doctor were getting ready to leave, and they were the last ones there. I had a water bowl in my crate and after I had assessed that "no one was looking" I took my nose and turned the thing over because I was MAD they were leaving!!!
I got home, ran into the yard, pooped, and then ran right back inside and crawled under the blankets. My mom can't decide if I don't feel good, or if I have been awake all night because I was scared. I crave attention, so I am thinking that I was so angry that they left me there that I worried all night. To prove what a brat I am, I rubbed all the skin off my nose again. Wouldn't YOU? They shaved ANOTHER place on my back and now my back hair looks like a freakin' MOHAWK! I got mad when Fritz got in my business when I got home and all my back hair was standing up, with just that little mohawk part sticking straight up. If I was more rested, I might even think it's funny.
Bottom line is that the doc says I did well and if I don't have any problems for the next month or so, I don't go back for a checkup for 6 months. I am hoping that the pancreatitis was a fluke last time and not related......cause I can't deal with that again. Hell, I am not sure my mom's cardiac status and GI tract would be intact if she had to go through that again. I think I had the easy part.
Well, I gotta get back to sleep. I may milk this for a few days and make my mom feel guilty for leaving me at the vet overnight. Because she SHOULD feel guilty. Cosmo whispered in my ear this afternoon that "things just don't run right without you, Louie." Dude. I knew that. I AM the glue that holds this house together. But don't tell Fritz. He thinks he does.
Peace out peeps!!
Louie Lou
Funny stories though........the nurse said she put me back in the crate after my treatment today and I rolled over on my side and started grunting. She thought I was hurt. Nope. I wanted her to rub the belly. DUH! It has taken awhile to train these people. She also told my mom last night about me being a "stinker." So, she and my doctor were getting ready to leave, and they were the last ones there. I had a water bowl in my crate and after I had assessed that "no one was looking" I took my nose and turned the thing over because I was MAD they were leaving!!!
I got home, ran into the yard, pooped, and then ran right back inside and crawled under the blankets. My mom can't decide if I don't feel good, or if I have been awake all night because I was scared. I crave attention, so I am thinking that I was so angry that they left me there that I worried all night. To prove what a brat I am, I rubbed all the skin off my nose again. Wouldn't YOU? They shaved ANOTHER place on my back and now my back hair looks like a freakin' MOHAWK! I got mad when Fritz got in my business when I got home and all my back hair was standing up, with just that little mohawk part sticking straight up. If I was more rested, I might even think it's funny.
Bottom line is that the doc says I did well and if I don't have any problems for the next month or so, I don't go back for a checkup for 6 months. I am hoping that the pancreatitis was a fluke last time and not related......cause I can't deal with that again. Hell, I am not sure my mom's cardiac status and GI tract would be intact if she had to go through that again. I think I had the easy part.
Well, I gotta get back to sleep. I may milk this for a few days and make my mom feel guilty for leaving me at the vet overnight. Because she SHOULD feel guilty. Cosmo whispered in my ear this afternoon that "things just don't run right without you, Louie." Dude. I knew that. I AM the glue that holds this house together. But don't tell Fritz. He thinks he does.
Peace out peeps!!
Louie Lou
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