So Lady's *allowed* to go to Germany, but she can't. Due to circumstances (rabies, sleeping place, etc.) she has to stay in Belgium, while Saan goes off. Saan's feeling a bit sad about that. Lady'll be taken care of by Saan's two cousins next week, so now Saan has to finish the singalong cd and write out a series of do's and don'ts for Lady. ... Eight days without her baby giiiiirl...
There haven't been any posts because Saan can go to Germany with Lady, if she can figure out a few things and gets the vet to perform a small miracle. So she's doing a lot of thinking and research, and there is no post today.
There haven't been any posts because Saan can go to Germany with Lady, if she can figure out a few things and gets the vet to perform a small miracle. So she's doing a lot of thinking and research, and there is no post today.
Saan stopped searching after having a serious search terminological disagreement with Google. Saan wants to go the market with Lady tomorrow. Saan still doesn't know what to do with the prescriptions. They're still sitting besides her pc looking scary.
Saan stopped searching after having a serious search terminological disagreement with Google. Saan wants to go the market with Lady tomorrow. Saan still doesn't know what to do with the prescriptions. They're still sitting besides her pc looking scary.
Okay, so Saan's back to watching Sailor Moon episodes on youtube. Lady is, once again, humiliating Saan for the entire neighbourhood by howling like a demon once it's gotten through that Saan's left her in the garden with her outside pen around it, so she can't: -ruin flowerbeds -bite at Saan's pant legs, wrists, hands, face -dig -chew sticks and pine cones -run all over the place She's got shade, toys, water and her wee li'll piece of sleeping doggy carpet. And yet it seems that she doesn't like it, at all.
Saan's gotten back from a doctor's visit and is now sort of trying not to look at the prescriptions she got, but doesn't have to go get, per se. Her bloodwork was okay, putting the tired- and emotional problem at neurotransmittors. Saan's also been told to find a sport she can practice once every day, thirty minutes to an hour. Looking for the last bit seems easiest at the moment.
So she's listening to 'Code Monkey' while doing just that.
Lady's going to Akela, has been decided as of today. The people there were helpful, despite Saan and mom gatecrashing their annual club match and barbecue. Lady also seemed to appreciate most of the other dogs there. She'll be entered Thursday most likely, when they're meant to get back into their usual rythm and Saan, quite honestly, won't forget Lady's official vaccination booklet.
Next adventure of the day was Lady meeting the entire Saananian clan in one session, distant relatives excluded. Exhausting experience. She spent the entire evening and post-puppy class adventure napping, because it's puppy-roasting weather where Saan lives, when even playing is much too hot weather, and napping on cold tiles and eating nothing much and drinking all you can are all you can do.
And Saan herself, as per usual, didn't do anything much.
Saan went treasure hunting with Lady once more, which the little furball positively loved. Both girls now need to be checked for ticks and are all dusty. Whoops. Saan made a fresh-start account on www.gaiaonline.com : 'Saan 101', and is now trying to collect enough gold for the kickass boots. And she'll be making another midnight walk out of Lady's go-out-nooooooooooooooow time. Going to look for puppy classes tomorrow, probably.
Saan managed to find her pc once more to make a post which will consist of more than three sentences for once. Woow! Okay, so she did go to Damme, had an all-round sucky time chasing little kids who liked Lady enough to hang her by her chain, stare at her in her sleep, break and enter into holiday homes to find her and take away all her toys as soon as she'd caught them. Another fun bit was Lady finding two pits which had once housed fenscing posts as thick as Saan's tigh. These two holes turned into perfectly snug Lady-sized nests in which no three-year old could get to her. Walking was even less of an option by the river for some reason. She did, however, behave herself exceptionally well during the fireworks. While she was pretty much frightened, she just lurked behind people's backs and quietly shivered there until her master stopped going ooh and aah at the demonic noises and bright flashes. She slept through the car ride back home and made Saan walk her with Saan sort of being conscious. Somehow. This excercise did make the furball more obedient to Saan's hysterical 'SIT, SIT, SIIIIIT! LADY! SIT NOOOOW!' Saan's looking into puppy classes, honest. One more week and the pup is beign taught some respect, hopefully.
Today Saan took her to a restaurant, which was fun, since all the waitresses were below thirty five and had no male collegues except for the barman. Lady is suspiciously aware of her cuteness factor to women, and some men. When they got home, Lady got walked and stuffed into her crate. She's now sleeping peacefully and Saan's gonna do the same.
Saan took Lady to the woods (read: the Maria-park in Averbode, near the ice cream vans and the big monastery) today. Apart from the fact that she saw every passerby not on a bike as a possible hug waiting to happen and so tried to give fortune a push in the right direction by trying to jump everyone, she behaved fairly well. She chewed on everything, including poured concrete ornaments several inches thick, let her me-big-dog-you-sucka-streak rear its ugly head by dragging along branches that were wider and higher than the pup itself and listened 90% of the time when Saan told her to come or to sit. She loved the car rides, as well.
She did try to rise up a place in the food chain twice, every time on different people, and got nowhere with it. Saan left the walking chain and car towel in the rain, so those're drying out still, and Lady had to do her evening walk on her nylon leash, which for some reason she resents doing. Saan's dad stood outside in the rain with the pup while Saan mucked out her pen big time. It's now vacuumed (and still not fully puppy-carpet-scraping-free), no longer covered in toys and completely clean. Then Saan cleaned out an Iams food bucket Saan's mom had gotten as a freebie for the cats once and never used, which she filled up with Lady-fuelage and put next to the pen, with the lid on. This basically means Saan won't have to turn her back for thirty seconds *after* Lady realises she is getting food, and so Saan won't have to rearrange the pen quite as badly afterwards. The water in Saan's pee-clean bucket is fresh and ready to go, Lady's walked and now all she's got to do is go to sleep.
Okay, so Lady's been frightfully obedient and following all day. To the point of literally following Saan at her heels. Which looks like a really nifty disappearing trick if you're Saan.
It goes something like this: Saan steps out, Lady follows her, normally storms off to wherever while Saan closes the door and slowly goes to the lawn. Today, she sees no Lady. "Lady! Lady, here! Here, girl! LADY!" No response. Saan, still slowly walking, looks at all the BAD GIRL, LADY!-spots (cats' feeding bowl- haypile - mosquito-infested bucket of water - Saan's mom's plants - drying brolly hole - compost heap - lawn's border in front of her) and finds nothing. Now really panicked, Saan stops, calls out for her puppy again and feels something bump her legs from behind. She looks down and finds her puppy staring at her in confusion.
This strange obedience was punctuated by shredding only one Financial Times page and peeing where she should. Saan suspects her pup doesn't like the idea of an organised economy, too. Saan, having cleaned up some Lady-poo before leaving, then went out for dinner with her bro and dad, taking along her freshly arrived book and abusing the plus of having li'll sis and mom out of the house all sorts of ways. When she came back, all papers left were reduced to rather crude confetti, one was peed on, the pen was covered in pee-sticky pawprints and Lady played with her food more than anything. After half an hour of NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY PUPPY! LEAVE! SAAN'S! JEANS! ALONE!, Saan had enough and took her back inside. Fifteen minutes after, Saan's brother decided to go downstairs to his room. He almost immediately called Saan down, too. Lady, having broken out for the second time ever and now able to climb the stairs, had not only used the opportunity of no master watching her every move to kidnap both Saan's brother's slippers to her crate, and then get the heavy walking chain which tinkles so nicely from the seventh stair-step. Saan thought it was quite a funny sight to see Lady's two most favorite-est toys which she can never ever play with as far as Saan's concerned collected along with the rest in the crate, with Lady in the middle looking surprised. Closer inspection showed she'd annihalated a bread bag to the point of some crumbs and five small pieces of waxed paper on her doggy-carpet. Saan cleaned out everything Lady wasn't allowed to have and this time took special care to close both gates at the pen properly.
FIY: Philou, Saananian tanks for the comment, but by 'Saan WANTS MAIL', Saan meant the fact that she had been secretly hoping on an ordered package arriving a day early, which it didn't, and so she wanted it to arrive on time, which it did. She's already nearly halfway in her copy of 'From Baghdad, With Love', too.
They delivered the new gardening shed yesterday. So now the entire family is helping move it to the back yard. And all it needs now is putting together. And fencing the yard. And putting Lady in there.
Eight days without her baby giiiiirl...
