I was telling my niece and my friend about the name of my new blog ... my niece told me that dog cubed could be interpreted several different ways... here I was waiting for her to say how brilliant I was!
I think I will remember this when Christmas comes!! laughing...
Yes, Virginia sometimes children can be too smart for their own good.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
A Beginning
I decided to do this blog because I am always telling funny stories about my dogs to my friends and family and even to strangers I meet. I was thinking this was a good way to share more stories and to practice my writing skills. The old adage is write what you know. Well, I don't know everything about dogs but I do know some stuff and I am always learning more either through personal experience, mine or someone else's, or through looking up things on the web or in books.
So I will leave you with this story about Spike. Spike was roughly 12 years old when he came to live with my mum and I. According to the Humane Society he had cataracts, a heart murmur and rotten teeth. He was so bad that he wasn't going to be put in the general population to be adopted; instead the doctors had decided to have him put down. Through some contacts I heard about Spike and convinced my mum that we should adopt him. My mum was in the beginning to middle stages of Alzheimers and I thought it would be a good idea for her to have a little dog to keep her company when I was not around.
It worked out quite well. My mother and Spike became fast friends and Spike was very protective of my mother. He sensed that she was special in some way. Mum would go to the Alzheimers Club 3 times a week -- it was always a challenge for her as she became very stressed out about taking the Handibus to the Club. Spike sensed this and as a result became more protective of her than usual until he finally bit the Handibus driver on the hand. The Handibus driver was fine -- the bite did not break the skin but I did have to assure the the Handibus people that this would never happen again.
Spike had to have the majority of his teeth removed after we adopted him as they were rotten and his gums were infected. As a result, if he bit someone he generally did no real damage but it was a problem nonetheless. My mother would get very upset and defend Spike as she did this time, yelling in the background, to the Handibus people while I was assuring them that there would be no more problems -- "How could it hurt, he only has three teeth!!!" Fortunately, the Handibus people did not hear her and Spike did not bite any more drivers. Spike's devotion and protectiveness to my mother (even with only three teeth) made me love him all the more.
So I will leave you with this story about Spike. Spike was roughly 12 years old when he came to live with my mum and I. According to the Humane Society he had cataracts, a heart murmur and rotten teeth. He was so bad that he wasn't going to be put in the general population to be adopted; instead the doctors had decided to have him put down. Through some contacts I heard about Spike and convinced my mum that we should adopt him. My mum was in the beginning to middle stages of Alzheimers and I thought it would be a good idea for her to have a little dog to keep her company when I was not around.
It worked out quite well. My mother and Spike became fast friends and Spike was very protective of my mother. He sensed that she was special in some way. Mum would go to the Alzheimers Club 3 times a week -- it was always a challenge for her as she became very stressed out about taking the Handibus to the Club. Spike sensed this and as a result became more protective of her than usual until he finally bit the Handibus driver on the hand. The Handibus driver was fine -- the bite did not break the skin but I did have to assure the the Handibus people that this would never happen again.
Spike had to have the majority of his teeth removed after we adopted him as they were rotten and his gums were infected. As a result, if he bit someone he generally did no real damage but it was a problem nonetheless. My mother would get very upset and defend Spike as she did this time, yelling in the background, to the Handibus people while I was assuring them that there would be no more problems -- "How could it hurt, he only has three teeth!!!" Fortunately, the Handibus people did not hear her and Spike did not bite any more drivers. Spike's devotion and protectiveness to my mother (even with only three teeth) made me love him all the more.
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