Snowflake Cookies and Cody the Puppy
Thank you very much to everyone who sent me a Snowflake cookie. I was very touched to receive them! Unfortunately, the Great LJ Snowflake Cookie Snowfall came to an abrupt end yesterday, and I apologize to everyone on my flist who didn't receive a cookie from me. :( I intended to give each of you a cookie, and I was thinking of you; I just wasn't quick enough. But I don't want you to go without, so here is a cookie for you from me:
Part of the reason that I wasn't quick enough sending out those snowflakes is that I was puppy-sitting. Last week, Buford, my parents' Bull Mastiff/Rottweiler mix had to be put down. Buford was little more than a huge baby, and we loved him very much. So much in fact, that when his hip dysplasia wouldn't allow him to move without severe limping, we babied him through, desperately ignoring what was staring us in the face. But when the local television meteorologists warned that the weather was about to turn bitterly cold, we knew that we couldn't allow Buford to continue to suffer. Cold made his pain worse, and so we bawled and gave him extra treats, hugged him and said our goodbyes, and Buford made one last trip to the vet's office. ~sniffles~
Maybe we moved a little too fast, but the opportunity to adopt a new puppy sort of fell into my parents' laps, and now they have a new baby. (I'm sorry for the picture quality, but my phone takes crappy pics.) Meet Cody the Puppy. He's seven weeks old and is a Rottweiler/Labrador mix. Cody is too small to go outside yet, so he's a house dog for the moment. And good grief, he's a little pee/poo factory. While he usually manages to make it to the pee pads that we put down for him, I don't think the den floor has been mopped so regularly in years. ~grin~ He's also a bundle of energy, and it makes me laugh out loud to see him play. He literally bounces from place to place, and he apparently has only two settings: On and Off. He plays as hard as he can for an hour or so, then he's ready for a nap:
The large green thing next to him is a stuffed frog that is Cody's sleeping companion of the moment. Cody has been something of a shock to Lexie, my parents' other dog. An eight-year-old Labrador, she was spayed before she came to live with my parents, and she seems horrified at Cody's determination - each and every time my dad takes him outside - to find dinner someplace on her body. So far, she's sniffed Cody and retreated into her doghouse to watch him suspiciously. Cody will eventually be an outside dog, but until he's big enough to make the transition, we have a new baby in the house. I know that someday we'll look back at these days with fond thoughts of having a bouncy puppy in the house, but after cleaning up more pee/poo, today is not that day. ;)
Part of the reason that I wasn't quick enough sending out those snowflakes is that I was puppy-sitting. Last week, Buford, my parents' Bull Mastiff/Rottweiler mix had to be put down. Buford was little more than a huge baby, and we loved him very much. So much in fact, that when his hip dysplasia wouldn't allow him to move without severe limping, we babied him through, desperately ignoring what was staring us in the face. But when the local television meteorologists warned that the weather was about to turn bitterly cold, we knew that we couldn't allow Buford to continue to suffer. Cold made his pain worse, and so we bawled and gave him extra treats, hugged him and said our goodbyes, and Buford made one last trip to the vet's office. ~sniffles~
Maybe we moved a little too fast, but the opportunity to adopt a new puppy sort of fell into my parents' laps, and now they have a new baby. (I'm sorry for the picture quality, but my phone takes crappy pics.) Meet Cody the Puppy. He's seven weeks old and is a Rottweiler/Labrador mix. Cody is too small to go outside yet, so he's a house dog for the moment. And good grief, he's a little pee/poo factory. While he usually manages to make it to the pee pads that we put down for him, I don't think the den floor has been mopped so regularly in years. ~grin~ He's also a bundle of energy, and it makes me laugh out loud to see him play. He literally bounces from place to place, and he apparently has only two settings: On and Off. He plays as hard as he can for an hour or so, then he's ready for a nap:
The large green thing next to him is a stuffed frog that is Cody's sleeping companion of the moment. Cody has been something of a shock to Lexie, my parents' other dog. An eight-year-old Labrador, she was spayed before she came to live with my parents, and she seems horrified at Cody's determination - each and every time my dad takes him outside - to find dinner someplace on her body. So far, she's sniffed Cody and retreated into her doghouse to watch him suspiciously. Cody will eventually be an outside dog, but until he's big enough to make the transition, we have a new baby in the house. I know that someday we'll look back at these days with fond thoughts of having a bouncy puppy in the house, but after cleaning up more pee/poo, today is not that day. ;)