soldiergrrrl: (Gina Dog)


Dear GinaDog...

Tonight we had to say goodbye to you.  I hope you know how much we loved you and how much you'll be missed.  I believe all dogs go to heaven, and that you'll be there waiting for us, healthy and whole and happy.  We'll miss that pointy, cold nose telling us "it's the pet the Gina time now!" and we'll miss you dragging grass clippings in.

We love you, old sweet baby girl.
Love,
Mom, Step-Mom, Dad and Step-Dad.

Dear God,

Please take care of a medium-sized shepherd mix that showed up last night.  She's a sweet old lady.  Please tell her how much we love her and how much she'll be missed.  She'll understand you better.  Please tell her we didn't let her go because we didn't want her to be with us any more, but because we didn't want her to hurt anymore.  Please...just...tell her we love her and we miss her.  And and tell the saints that really, it's "pet the Gina time now."

Thanks.
Me


soldiergrrrl: (Beloved)

And all is better in his world.  He's busy, warm and dry, and really, that's all I can ask for.

Evidently, this was a "So, no one's dead, RIGHT?" call, because he logged on to USAA this morning and saw that I'd used the roadside assistance.  It's labelled as "Towing," no matter what you use it for.  I had to have a PopALock guy come out, because I'm a dingaling and locked my keys in the truck.  Yes, staggeringly blonde.  Seriously, though, I cannot figure out how they ended up behind the driver's seat.  *croggle*

I'm adjusting to him being gone, although his side of the bed is still awfully empty.  Moose and Moxie just aren't the same, even if the Dane does outweigh John.  I mean, John doesn't snore, and well...Moose does.  Not really loud, but enough to make me realize that he's *not* John.  (You know, I think I'm really terribly grateful for this.  I just...yeah.  Not GOING THERE.)

The dogs all woke me up at 0345 with "OMG, MOM!  GOTTA GO NOW!!!!!!!!"  Which is better than them NOT waking me up, so I'm okay with that.  Moxie has been having some problems with remembering her housetraining, but that seems to be getting better.  I caught her squattng yesterday and interrupted it, then gently grabbed her collar and led her outside, and that seems to have jogged her memory that she's *supposed* to pee outside.

Also, since reading I has a sweet potato the dogs have all taken to telling me they've been badly raised.  By people who STARVED them.  Or IGNORED them.  Depends on the dog.  But mostly, it's starving.  I did find something funny yesterday.  Gina is...rarely a couch dog.  She'll get up on it, if she REALLY wants petting and you're just not cooperating, but I've never seen her up on the couch to just hang out and sleep.  I forgot something in the house yesterday, and had to run back inside, and as I passed through the living room, she stood up on the couch, like I'd woken her up, and looked like she'd gotten caught with her paw in the cookie jar.  Hell, like she'd gotten caught spelunking in the cookie jar.  I just patted her on the head, told her she was a good girl, and zoomed back out the door.  However, GINA ON THE COUCH FTW!!!!  As far as I'd been able to tell, the only vice Gina really had is not wanting to be brushed.  Now I know she sneaks on to the couch.  YAY!  That makes me feel better for some reason.

I think I'm going to start doing frozen kongs for the doggehs, since they are left alone for a long time during the day.  I'll have to adjust Lardbutt (AKA Moxie) when it comes time to feed, but if I can at least give them something nummy to think about during the day, it'll help the time pass.  :-)  Also, as weird as it sounds, I'm probably going to try this CD:  Through a Dog's Ear.  Maybe a bit woo-woo, but anything to help the puppehs through the day is good in my book.  :-)

I think that's all for right now. 
 


soldiergrrrl: (Ain't quite right)
I has a sweet potato!

Trust me.  You need to read this.
soldiergrrrl: (OMG!)


Before the she was the Dread Pirate.....(just so you know what she looks like.)

Yay!

Nov. 16th, 2009 01:41 pm
soldiergrrrl: (OMG!)
This morning the Dread Pirate Gina was up and moving well. :-) She ate her breakfast great and was following us around to get scritches.

Yay!
soldiergrrrl: (Default)
Last night, Gina collapsed in the yard. Just kinda curled up and fell over. Scared the everlovin' bejeezus outta me, let me tell you. So, I run over, pick her up (and she's not big on being picked up) and carried her inside. I decided to give her a couple minutes, rather than rushing off to the emergency vet right that second, because well, I didn't want to be driving if she decided that it was her time to head to the bridge. Not a good idea, y'know.

Needless to say, I called Liam in hysterical tears, because well, she's his dog. Yeah, that's me. Cool and calm and collected. Right.

She was breathing okay... not great but okay, and after about 15 minutes, she kinda sat up and looked at me like "well, that sucked, what happened???" After that, I decided to wait on heading to the emergency vet until and unless she seemed to be in more distress. So, I laid there with her for a while, and decided that I needed to get to bed.

Before I crawled in bed, I decided to check on her one more time and I walk out into the living room, and Gina's gone. Little idiot is up and wandering around! She did drink some water so that made me happy.

This morning, she's gotten up, gone to the bathroom and is currently curled up on the floor.

:)

Silly puppy. Your step-mom isn't sure how much more of this she can live through...
soldiergrrrl: (Moxie-red)
Dear Moxie and Moose,

I went out to get milk, not trek the Himalayas. I was gone for 15 minutes, not 15 years. Please get OFF MY ASS and let me move.

Love,
Mom

Dear Gina DogFace,

I know you're confused and can't see too well right now. I know you're struggling to relearn where everything is, and not being able to get out of the way of the Great Dane is hard on your old bones. I'm trying to keep y'all separated and keep him from bowling you over. You have been so sweet through all of this, including the enucleation. You'll learn where things are soon and you'll stop running into walls. You're the sweetest dog I've ever known, and if I've kept you here out of selfishness, I hope you'll forgive me. The vet promises me we're managing pain well, and you're still eating and drinking like a champ, so I think you'll still willing to be here on this earth.

I love you, dogface girl.
Step-mom

Dear God,

Please help me be the person my dogs think I am. Please help me know when it's time to let Gina go, and not let me keep her here because I'm selfish. Please give her a little guiding hand now and then so she quits running into the same wall.

Thanks,
Me.

Yay!!!!

Nov. 11th, 2009 07:10 pm
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The Dread Pirate Gina Dog came through her eye surgery with flying colors. Her right eye socket is a little puffy, but she's already more chipper than she was.

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