Pics

Spencer this winter, playing in the snow. He loved to lay on that snow pile and howl. He's so cute. When I get my own computer working, I'll be sure to post videos.

Eug, a few weeks after we got him. Playing with a stick (twig) in the back yard!

Above are Teddy (big fat black weenie) Tabby (brown and white dabble weenie) and Toby (blue dabble weenie) my grammas three mini's. Adorable, no? That was taken today.

Eugene, last week. He's so cute.

Dawson and Spencer, chillin' at the front door as they tend to do.

Half a Month

It's been half a month since I updated this blog, and I apologise. I'm watching Julie and Julia right now (or is it the other way around?) and it made the urge to write here itch so hard, I wanted to physically scratch it.

As you all know, Spencer was sick a few weeks ago. He had to be rushed to the vet, and they gave him medication as well as a "wet food" named 'Medicare'. It's a veterinary food. It looks like rubber, and it smells like vomit, but the dog loved it. I can not understand why. Then again, I can't understand why he likes to sniff my socks and other dogs butts. I guess bad smells equals pleasure in a dogs mind.

The past few weeks have been amazing. Spencer has learned so many amazing things. He can now sit, give paw, lay down and roll over. When he first gave me his paw his heart swelled the same way it did when my niece spoke for the first time. I know that sounds horrible, but my dog is my son. I don't treat him the same way as I would a child, but he holds a similarly special place in my heart.

Spencer has gotten very close with his cat friends, and I have to say that I think he'd like to tell you about the rest of our family. He loves us all and I think he'd want everyone to know about his four legged family.

I'll start with the oldest

Rocky; there's not much to say about Rockster. He's a very tiny, very skittish shorted haired white and brown cat. He's thirteen - almost fourteen - years old. He used to be an outdoor cat, and a great hunter. In his old age, Rocky's settled down. He wants nothing to do with Spence. Rocky has a drooling problem, and a major cuddler. Ladies man for sure!

J.C.; her name sounds for Just Cat, and she's just that; just cat. She's a black and white long haired kitty, with a little black nose. It's so funny actually...J.C. was born two days after my little sister. Back in the day, babies had to be held in a nursery and that's how long it took for my sis, S, to come home. The day she did, Nala - J.C.'s mom - gave birth. That's not the best part though. J.C's dad? His name was Boots. He was born from a litter of kittens that my aunt had had. J.C's blood line goes for a few generations. She had kittens too, but only two of them. One ran away, and the other...he passed on. J.C's got history with us and we don't always get along, but I love her. She's toothless now and has been since she was four. Vet told us she wouldn't live a long life, but she proved them wrong. She's a pretty lady, and may she live another health thirteen years.

The babies? Heh.

Sabbath; Savage the Beast. She's attacked me more than once, drawn blood, but we love each other. I bug her, she gets her revenge. She was brought home by someone long long ago. She was found at somebodies work, a scared, tiny, black and white kitten. She cried all the time, and got fed for it. Now she's a little fattie, and talks constantly. Sabby loves to tell us about her day! She's a great hunter, and, sadly, brings us little mousie presents everyday. I've only seen her catch two birds to date, and ugh. I can't say I enjoy it! - or condone it!

Dawson is the newest edition. I found him outside our old apartment building, half dead. At first I thought he was dead. I walked by him four times before I crouched down to see if he was alive. He crawled towards me, all skin and bones, then climbed into my lap. He cried so pitifully that I begged my mom to let me bring him home. We did, and J.C. didn't like it much. After a while, he got his shots, got neutured, gained weight and ever since he's been the perfect cat. He loves to cuddle and nuzzle against us to purr, and he always knows when we need cheering up.

Last but not least is Bella the Hedgehog. She is a salt and pepper hedgie who turned three this August. Spence is afraid of her, but her mommy - me - loves her. She's a cuddly ball of prickles, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Her favorite treat is the common chicken dinner, and she loves to run on her wheel. Bella was purchased from a lovely breeder here in Canada.

Those are all of Spencer's siblings...however, yesterday Spencer had a doggy play time. He met several other wonderful dogs in the park, although Chico, a yorkshire terrier, kept snapping at him. I hope if the owner of Chico ever reads this, she doesn't get offended. I love Chico! Spencer had a great time, and it was an awesome socialization thing.

A few weeks back Spence had a play date with my grammas dog, Hiedi. Remind me to post the videos here!

One Sick Puppy

Sorry for the lack of updates yesterday, but Spencer was...sick. Lots of vomiting.

We did not take him to the vet right away. We thought about it, but you know what? Puppies are like babies. Sometimes they get sick. If he had have continued vomiting at night, we would have taken him. Just tossing that out there so people don't flip on me, and call me a bad owner.

Also, two cats who are very close to our family got put down yesterday. A twenty two year old, belonging to my moms best friend. Also my aunt C's cat, Kali, who had a disease in her bladder that was gradually getting worse. A lot of sadness yesterday, therefore, I was not online.

Aunt C has had many a dog in her life, and when Tilly and Sparky got sick when they were puppies, the vet said to put honey on their gums so they salivate, which will help keep them hydrated. She drove me to the store so I could get honey, and we did it on Spencer.

He wasn't eating or drinking last night, and I guess it was because he was scared he was going to be sick. Just a little while ago, I put more honey on his gums, and then he chowed down on a treat I gave him - which was being used, just to try and get him eating.

I brought his water bowl over, and he devoured half of it. After a few minutes, he looked a hundred times better. He began running around the house, bugging the cats, and getting into things he shouldn't!

Then, he sat at the door and begged to be let out. He went all over the front yard, then the back. He's definately doing a lot better, and I am so bloody relieved it isn't funny.

I also called the vet today, to make an appointment. She said that he should be fine, pups get sick, and we made an appointment for next Friday at six o'clock, for him to go get his second shots, and a booster.

Hopefully today there will be more posts. If not, it's because I'm spending my time with the boy, making sure he's feeling better.

Oh: my super best friend is here, and I'm so glad that Spencer likes her! Last night when he was sick, she sat outside with him - he didn't want to come inside - while I made us dinner. Today he came up onto the couch and cuddled in between us, and when I got up to do stuff, he snuggled her. I think Spencer and K will have an awesome friendship together, if only because she stood strong by his side, in his time of need.

She has really bad circulation, and her hands were nearly black she was so cold - Spencer didn't seem bothered by it, and he whined and growled when I tried to bring him inside - and yet she sat by him, making sure he was okay. When other people tried to feed him, she would rush inside and ask me to make sure it was okay. She sat out with him for almost two hours - I joined her once I finished cooking - and didn't complain once, not even when it looked like her fingers were going to fall off. Talk about a true friend, right? I couldn't ask for anything better, in my human soul mate - K - or my canine soul mate - Spencer. We're going to be together for a long time, the three of us, and really? We couldn't be happier.