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
Louie
Friday, February 11, 2011
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
Monday, November 29, 2010
Oh come ON!!
I was just informed that I have to go to the vet AGAIN in the morning and this time I have to stay overnight! Are ya kidding me? I was just getting my "Louie Mojo" back!! Now I will walk away with the shameful shave somewhere on my back and have to look like a goob for another month. I need to talk to my agent about this because somehow I got screwed.
I will share with you that I am the sweetest dog ever. Know what I did last night? I could tell my mom was cold and needed me to keep her warm (fat boys generate a lot of heat). So, I waited until she was asleep on her side, and then I snuck up behind her. I put my paws on the back of her neck and then snuggled my body against her back, with my nose under her ear. I knew that in addition to being kept warm, she would want to hear me snoring. I bet it comforts her when I do that. The steadiness of my breathing probably makes her have really good dreams.
I have a new trick, too. Well, actually, it's my new way to manipulate my mom. I have the "look." Whenever I do something bad, I have learned to just have a blank stare on my face and keep my ears down. These other idiots crap in the house, and the minute my mom looks at them their ears flop back. I wanna scream at them and say "Morons!! Just sit still and keep your ears in place and she won't know it's you! Quit being a dead give away!!" I get away with stuff all the time because I am like "don't look at me..."
Ok guys, I gotta go outside and then head to the "nite nite" bed before my big day tomorrow. Say a little dog prayer for me.
Love you guys!
Lou
I will share with you that I am the sweetest dog ever. Know what I did last night? I could tell my mom was cold and needed me to keep her warm (fat boys generate a lot of heat). So, I waited until she was asleep on her side, and then I snuck up behind her. I put my paws on the back of her neck and then snuggled my body against her back, with my nose under her ear. I knew that in addition to being kept warm, she would want to hear me snoring. I bet it comforts her when I do that. The steadiness of my breathing probably makes her have really good dreams.
I have a new trick, too. Well, actually, it's my new way to manipulate my mom. I have the "look." Whenever I do something bad, I have learned to just have a blank stare on my face and keep my ears down. These other idiots crap in the house, and the minute my mom looks at them their ears flop back. I wanna scream at them and say "Morons!! Just sit still and keep your ears in place and she won't know it's you! Quit being a dead give away!!" I get away with stuff all the time because I am like "don't look at me..."
Ok guys, I gotta go outside and then head to the "nite nite" bed before my big day tomorrow. Say a little dog prayer for me.
Love you guys!
Lou
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
My old self!
I know it's been awhile since I blogged, but I am really too busy feeling like my old self!!! You would never know there had been anything wrong with me, except for the two shaved places. I thinkI overheard my mom talking to the vet today about my next appointment in a couple weeks and I have to stay overnight. NOT pleased. I thought I was done with all that mess.
Let's talk about my special food. At first, I really liked it. But, as time has gone on, I feel like eating some of Fritz's food, then tumbling over to Miko's bowl for her leftovers. I would try and steal Cosmo's, but he eats too fast. Now that my tummy feels better I don't understand why my mom won't feed me the good stuff. Can you believe that she ate crackers tonight and didn't give me ANYTHING? I almost considered not sitting on her lap while we watched "Glee." In the end, I caved. I know I have given her a rough time lately and I didn't think she could emotionally handle the shun.
Wish there was more to say right now, but maybe I will have more interesting thoughts after Grandma visits next week. It won't be the same, since she always brings good treats and now I can't have any chewy bones. But if she is reading this, I can still have the regular treats I get after going potty. *wink* *wink*
Peace out peeps-
Lou
Let's talk about my special food. At first, I really liked it. But, as time has gone on, I feel like eating some of Fritz's food, then tumbling over to Miko's bowl for her leftovers. I would try and steal Cosmo's, but he eats too fast. Now that my tummy feels better I don't understand why my mom won't feed me the good stuff. Can you believe that she ate crackers tonight and didn't give me ANYTHING? I almost considered not sitting on her lap while we watched "Glee." In the end, I caved. I know I have given her a rough time lately and I didn't think she could emotionally handle the shun.
Wish there was more to say right now, but maybe I will have more interesting thoughts after Grandma visits next week. It won't be the same, since she always brings good treats and now I can't have any chewy bones. But if she is reading this, I can still have the regular treats I get after going potty. *wink* *wink*
Peace out peeps-
Lou
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Enjoying the attention
HI guys!!! I thought I would update you on my recovery...my mom is still home, so she helps me type. I have been home for almost a week, and aside from the first night, I have felt great! I get to take my Flagyl in these special treats that my mom bought at the vet. It's pretty cool because I am the only one who gets them. Neener neener. One thing I haven't figured out yet is why I don't get Mom's food anymore. Now that I think about it, no one does. I am not sure that seems fair to me, given that I am "recovering." I heard mom talking to Grandma about it and it has something to do with table food being "bad." I'm not so sure, but whatever.
I love my new food, and feel pretty special that everyone else gets the crappy old stuff, and I get the new expensive vet food. Oh yea. I'm cool. My mom still yells at me when I run and get too wild, or try to start some stuff with my cousin Cosmo. I keep forgetting I have the heart thing goin on too!! Man! I am pitiful!! :)
I thought my mom would cry when I first ate some food last week. I thought she was a freak, but then remembered that she had to clean up the projectile blood all over the house, so her happiness might have been related to that. Regardless, I am happy to be home with my mom and siblings, and have enjoyed the cold nights because it gives me reason to snuggle my head on mom's shoulder. Plus, my mom has been sick, so I think it is my duty to help take her mind off of that and have her pet me. Seems like the least I can do.
So that is what is new with me. I gotta go claim my spot under the yellow quilt. My mom puts it in the dryer to get it warm and then we fight to burrow under it when she puts it down on the floor. Life is good.
Love ya!
Louie
I love my new food, and feel pretty special that everyone else gets the crappy old stuff, and I get the new expensive vet food. Oh yea. I'm cool. My mom still yells at me when I run and get too wild, or try to start some stuff with my cousin Cosmo. I keep forgetting I have the heart thing goin on too!! Man! I am pitiful!! :)
I thought my mom would cry when I first ate some food last week. I thought she was a freak, but then remembered that she had to clean up the projectile blood all over the house, so her happiness might have been related to that. Regardless, I am happy to be home with my mom and siblings, and have enjoyed the cold nights because it gives me reason to snuggle my head on mom's shoulder. Plus, my mom has been sick, so I think it is my duty to help take her mind off of that and have her pet me. Seems like the least I can do.
So that is what is new with me. I gotta go claim my spot under the yellow quilt. My mom puts it in the dryer to get it warm and then we fight to burrow under it when she puts it down on the floor. Life is good.
Love ya!
Louie
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