A day at the dogpark

We got to go to the dogpark in Palisade yesterday. It was wonderful. We usually go on saturdays but they were having a peach fair there on saturday so it was FULL of people. I love peaches so wanted to go, but mom made me stay home. She did bring me home a peach though, so I forgave her. She cuts them in half so I don't eat the pit. I wish she didn't though, that pit thing looks great to chew on. Anyway, back to the dogpark. Its a wonderful park with a pond, grass and lots of tall trees. We spent half the day there, then mom had to go get the human kids from school (it was their 1st day back at school). We always swim 1st when we get there. My sis, Josie, and I love the water the most. Justice and Aspasia like to swim too, but not as much. Schopenhauer doesn't ever get to go to dogparks, because he has too strong of a hunting instinct (thats what mom says anyway) and if he sees something little running he chases it. He cant tell if its a tiny dog or a bunny untill he is on top of it. He is great with our little dogs at home, but he doesnt pay enough attention at dogparks to go there safetly. He has never hurt a little dog, but he makes mom too nervous. After we have a good swim its time to RUN. Boy do we standard poodles love to run. We are always the fasted dogs there, especially Aspasia. She is like black lightning. We zoomed alover for a long time, and then it was time to go swimming again. We always try to get extra wet right before its time to get in the car, that way mom has more to do. I think she would get bored if she didn't have us poodles to clean up after all the time. On out last swim of the day there was a very extra suprize in the pond for us. A pair of swans. Boy did we want those birds, just to play with of course :) I tried several times to catch them but they kept swimming away, and because I'm such a big girl its hard for me to swim long distances. That didn't stop Josie though. She wanted those swans SO baddly. She swam almost the lenght of the pond (its a huge pond!) trying to catch those blasted birds. when she was about 3/4 from where she started to the otherside she decided to give up and turned around to come back to shore. Why she didn't just swim to the opposite shore which she was closser to beats me, but she didn't. She made it all the way back to us but when she got out of the water she couldnt walk. Mom was freaking a bit because she didn't know why Josie wouldn't walk. She picked her up, all 60lbs., and carried her to the car. She put her on the hood of the car so she could find out why Josie wouldnt walk. Justice, Aspasia, and I were concerned too. We kept pushing on Josie asking her what was wrong, but she was hurt to bad to talk. We were very worried. Finally, mom found out what the matter was. Josie had sliced of all the skin on her big pad one foot, and had sliced a pad on 2 other feet. Therefore, Josie only has 1 good foot! Mom hadn't delt with that kind of injurt before so took Josie to the vet right away and made us wait in the car. Mom almost never leaves us in the car, but this was an emergency. The vet cut off the extra skin from the worst pad injury and then wrapped all 3 injuted feet. Boy does Josie look silly. Mom has a cone thing for her neck so she wont chew the bandages, but we are all so used to wearing doggy shoes that josie doesn't care about the wrapps. Mom sure feels bad about Josie's feet. If we had been wearing our shoes Josie wouldn't have been hurt. We think her pads got cut by sharp rocks in the pond. We wear our shoes when we are going walking on hot sidewalks, in snow, or in the mountains, but the dogpark is mostly grass so we weren't wearing them. Poor Josie has to stay inside for a few weeks and can't play. I try and make her feel better by getting her to play inside (something we aren't allowed to do) but mom sees me and makes me leave her alone. Just because she got hurt doesn't mean she is special you know. I'm still just as special, even if Josie is being babied because she got hurt. (this is me pouting) Atleast I know mom still loves me. We all got new rawhide bones today. I think mom got them for us to let us know how much she loves us, and because Josie was getting bored in the house with just the little dogs to talk to. Otherthan mom over reacting to Josie's feet, it was a very fun day.

Here I am the same day mom got me from my old home and my canine mom. She took me right to the vets (after being groomed). What a long day for a tiny scared puppy. Of course, now I'm almost fearless (lets ignore the fact that only tiny dogs scare me). Didn't I loog pathetic? I was terrified. I had never seen a floor let alone a table. The next photo is of me at home one month later. It sure didn't take long for me to get used to the good stuff in life, like a family that loves me, takes me to swim, and spends lots of time with me. Not to mention who buys me LOTS of toys and treats and lets me get on the furniture and lets me sleep in mom's bed. My life shure changed after mom took me from that barn. What else could a dog want?

My back injury and parents

When I was a tiny puppy living with my canine mom and dad I was injured. My human mom doesn't know how it happene, but it must have been bad. I held my back like that all the time because it made it hurt less. Perhaps the zebra that lived next to us in the barn kicked me? I was too little to remember. Several of my littermates have problems too. Very sad. We also lived next to a herd of beefalow (half cow, half buffalo) and camels etc. The woman who owned my canine mom and dad just had us to make a proffit. Mom thinks its sad, but just couldn't leave me there. My canine parents were from champions but weren't treated as champions like my canine siblings and I are. Several of my siblings and I get together once in awhile and luckily all of us have better lives now, even if the 1st 8 weeks of our lives will impact us forever. Luckily we were well socialized with animals and people, but mom said she couldn't even take me home before she took me for a bath and a trim because I was so stinky. The photo on top is of my father who lived in a kennel not even big enough for a mini poodle. Mom doesn't know if he ever was alowed to run around the farm, but he certainly wasn't used to being handled. Mom took lots of photos of him, mom and everything else, and that photo is the best one of him. See how they shaved his head? Isn't it odd. You wouldn't have been able to tell the dogs were even poodles if you didn't know alot about poodles in the 1st place. They were actually good quality dogs, came from show poodles etc. but needed alot more love, attention, and better and cleaner living arrangements. The people certainly didn't know a thing about standard poodles and shouldn't have been breeding them. The other photo is of me on the ride home. There wasn't anything illegal with how we pups were brought into the world or how we lived, but mom shure thinks its a shame. She thinks all animals deserve better, and so do I. I'm one happy poodle now though.

being tagged

I was tagges by Pippin and Dr. Misha Meepenstein
Here's how this tag is played:The player of this game starts with "5 weird things/habits about yourself." Then you tag 5 friends and list their names. The furries who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their 5 weird things/habits, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. Don't forget to leave your victim a comment that says "you're tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I was born and raised in a barn next to a real live zebra untill I was 9 weeks old.

2. I was born black with a small white spot on my chest and am gradually turning silver (as silver poodles do).

3. I carry a pink stuffed flamingo around like it's my baby and wont let the other dogs have it.

4. I love to lean SO hard on mom's legs untill she has no choice but to pet me.

5. I sound like a huge rottie

I have tagged Lomax, Gwiz, Cyrus, Bogie, and FuFu.

Mom wanted everyone to see how bad my back was when I was 5 months old. I had to go to the chiropractor every week for months, but now at 8 months, my back never gives me any trouble! Aren't I beautiful now? The canine chiropractor really works. I still have some extra curve, but even that may go away with time.

New Carpet

My house is different now and I don't like it. Mom put something weird on the floor. A new rug. It smells funny. My sister, Justice wont even walk on it. I'll walk on it, infact, I've found out that its not so bad to lay on, but I still don't like it. Why must people always change things? I have had the same stuffed toy since I was a pup, it looks nice and messy, just like I like things. Next she may take it and throw it out like our old rug. That would be sad. I liked our old rug much better. It smelled like home, this one smells like... I don't know what. The old rug was softer too. I may potty on the dumb thing just to get rid of it, although I've never had to do my buisness in the house before, even as a pup, but it may come to that. It smells! Mom says the smell should go away soon, but she must have forgotten that canine noses are much better than her's. Little Odette seems to like the new rug though, and since she is the canine queen around here perhaps its not SO bad. Wow! I just found a great new use for it! If I get running really fast then jump on the rug quickly and stop running I can slide across the floor! What a thrill, and look how scrunched up that smelly rug is now! oh no... Mom didn't like me doing that very much. Ha, ha, thats what she gets for getting that smelly thing anyway.

Rain

It had been SO hot this summer that I have been spending lots of time inside, but this week is different. It has been raining like I have never seen in my fairly short life. I LOVE it. Mom stands at the door calling me to come inside, but I just stand there in the wind laughing at her. If she wants me to come in so baddly she will have to come out in the rain to get me. The rain feels so good splaching down on m. One thing I like about the rain is that it makes the ground so muddy and slippery. My Chocolate sis, Justice, and I love running as fast as we can in it, then we try and stop quickly and usually come crashing to the ground sending mud flying everywhere. Justice and I love to run in different directions and then I try to jump over her (she is only 35lbs after all) most the time I make it, but sometimes we crash. It is so much fun. We get COVERED in mud, and thats when its time to go inside. (Can you see how muddy Justice is in the photo?) I cant wait till it snows. I don't really remember snow very well from last year, I was only a baby, but if it makes Mom's floor as messy as rain does I know I'll love it.