Thursday, 20 September 2012

I cannot be a painter :(

Well, that was a total bust. I cannot be a painter. I fought and fought all morning, but could not open the paint can.



Then I tried again after lunch.


Eventually I gave up




Then I went to work as a TV rep at the hospital.




That wasn't any fun at all. Turns out that I cannot read, so I got all the patients confused. And, I have no thumbs so I cannot use the remote control to change channels. I tried using my nose, but it didn't work.



So, I left that job too.



Momma says she does not know where to buy Poodle Thumbs...It would really make my life easier if I had some. Do you know where to get them?

Sunday, 16 September 2012

Life Ain't Easy On The Unemployment Line.

Well, let me tell you...it's been a whirlwind of a week.
First of all, as you know, I lost my job as a backhoe operator last week cause The Man didn't like my hard hat or steel toes. So I went for a job interview at PetSmart.



I did very well in my interview and got the job! I was so excited I packed my lunch and put my shoes by the door the night before.




But, turns out I do not know how to count money, so my job at PetSmart did not work out.




Then I got a job at a place where they weigh gravel trucks as they come in & out of the yard. I paid very close attention to my trainer.



But, there is dirt & gravel there, all the boys were always flirting with me & I couldn't get my work done. So I quit my job there.



Now, I am going to be painter. It's quiet and I can work alone so I can get my job done. It will also give me a chance to let my creative juices flow! Cross your toes, maybe I have found my niche in life :)

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Friday, 7 September 2012

Officially Unemployed :(

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Back To Work

Well, I was finally able to get my hardhat & steel toed boots! Now I can get back to operating my backhoe. I think this should keep The Man happy. What do you think?


Sunday, 2 September 2012

What A Week!

Well, let me tell you, I had a busy week. Some stuff was fun, some stuff was not fun.
Cracker has an ear infection, so he is a little grumpy. So grumpy in fact that he got mad cause I was playing with my ball and he wrecked it. That was not fun.



Momma took him to see the Dr and he got some medicine. He really hates it when Momma puts it in his ear. I really hate it when he wrecks my stuff. Fair is fair.
Then I went to see a different groomer. Her name is Deanna and she works at The Dog Bone. She gave Cracker and I a little tidy up, cause we were going to get our pictures taken. She was really nice. I had met her before, but she had never groomed me. I like her & so does Momma. That was fun.
We went to see my friend Ken from ZuluDog K9 Services. I first met Ken at Pet-A-Palooza and he took my picture. He does all kinds of cool stuff, K9 Massages, dog walks & he does pet photography. This time we went to his studio with Cracker and he took pictures of both of us. He sent Momma over 100 shots and she has been looking at them non stop. She just can't get enough of us. Here is one of the shots he took of me.


Getting my picture taken was fun.

Now, as you may remember, I operate a backhoe. I was working away this week and some man came along and asked me why I wasn't wearing steel toed boots and a hard hat. He said if I do not wear these things, I cannot operate my backhoe anymore. So, I will have to find a hard hat and steel toes. Him telling me that was not fun.



Well, that's my big week. Now, I'm off to find steel toed boots and a hard hat. If I wanna keep my job I have to wear these things. Safety First!!

I guess I'm growing up

I usually sleep in my crate. I got in the habit when I had my broken leg. Momma shuts off all the lights etc & grabs us all a treat. I run into my crate and wait for mine. She gives it to me & closes the door. I like it in there, it's cozy & warm and I can drift off to Lala Land dreaming the night away.
Last night when Momma shut off all the lights & grabbed our treats I was asleep on my bed in her office. She came in and asked me if I was going to bed. I chose to stay where I was. She gave me my treat, shut off the light and left. She told me if I wanted to, I knew where my crate was & I could go there later.
Well, I stayed in the office all night. Momma woke me up this morning when her, Barney & Cracker got up. I feel so grown up now. Not so much like a puppy. Momma says my crate will always be there for me, open,  if I want to go in there I can, but I can sleep wherever I want from now on (except her bed). Momma says I am too little to sleep on the bed with her and Cracker. That's ok though, she seems to know what she's talking about.

Saturday, 1 September 2012

It's not easy being me

You all know, I have a great life. I have a family that loves me and I know in my heart I will never want for anything. But, the fact is that I am very small. Too small in fact. How did I get this way? Well, some might say I'm a runt, but the truth is that in a quest to breed smaller & smaller dogs I got this way. They even made up a name for us...they call us "Teacup". There is no such breed as teacup anything, regardless of what a breeder tells you, it's just a made up word to describe what they did to make it seem ok. People (for whatever reason) have decided the smaller the better. Let me assure you this is not true. Small dogs like myself come with some issues that other dogs do not.
For example, I am fragile. My leg was broken when I fell down the stairs. Not just a small break, both bones in my right front leg broke clean through. To this day I have a steel plate & six screws in my leg. It was extremely painful and the surgery to repair it was very costly. Plus the time healing and many, many trips to the vet. It was a nightmare I'd just as soon put behind me.
Dogs my size come with a long list of medical problems. Because of my size it would be impossible to get a bone marrow sample from me if the Dr needed to. The Dr that did the surgery on my leg wasn't even sure if he had a plate small enough for me. You can also not get a scope in my ear if I get an ear infection. Forget about a rectal exam.  It is very difficult to find a vein to get a blood sample from. I have next to no body fat so I cannot regulate my body heat very well. I have no reserves to rely on so if I'm not feeling well & lose my appetite, my blood sugar will drop. Dogs my size almost always have painful knee problems, tooth & mouth problems, trachea problems; the list goes on & on.
Also, sometimes the people that own us do't realize that we need all the same things big dogs do. We need exercise, a healthy diet, grooming, veterinary care & training. It makes Momma crazy when she sees people with small dogs carrying them around like they are some sort of decoration. And don't get her going on the ones inside of people's jackets & purses.
She made it very clear to me when I moved in that I was going to walk everywhere I went. And even though I could only use 3 legs at the time (the other was broken), this taught me to be brave. She has never let me use being small as an excuse to not do what other dogs do. People are always surprised when I am out & about and I'm very comfortable sniffing with the Shepherds & the Mastiffs & the Pitbulls. That is because Momma let me be a dog. She made sure I did all the things dogs naturally do. It is not natural for us to be inside pockets and purses.
I absolutely love doing all the things bigger dogs do. I chase rabbits and deer, I chew on bones, I wrestle with Cracker. I like riding in the car, playing with stuffed animals & given the chance, I too will eat garbage.
People roll their eyes at me & laugh at me & call me names like "Furry Rat". I did not ask for this, irresponsible people breeding dogs made me this way. Do me a favour, laugh at them & call them names.
Now please, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I have a very good life and a Momma that gives me all I need. I'm telling you all this in case you are thinking of getting a dog that is small like me. There is a very high price to be paid when dogs are bred for trendy reasons and not to improve the specific breeds they represent.
Sorry to be such a Debbie Downer today. I just had to get that off my chest :)