I suppose I should talk about the new member of my family, first. Yep, I now have a dog, along with my 2 cats. Her name is Phoebe, and she is a miniature dachshund. Talk about adorable! She came from the county animal control. I was thinking about getting a dog to spur me on with walking, and I only went to look, but it was love at first sight. I went to Walmart and bought all the necessary supplies and then went back and picked her up to take home. She is a tiny thing, only 7.5 lbs and is brown and white. I think they call her coloring piebold. She does have some bad teeth and her breath is horrendous, but otherwise is the cutiest thing. I'll have to deal with her dental issues after I deal with mine. I have discovered that dogs are a lot more work than cats - especially if you don't want them to do their business in your house. But, we're both learning. She is the first dog I have ever had. She and Hannah & Houdini are getting along pretty well. Phoebe wants so bad to be friends, but H&H only see her as a nuisance. The kitties do not hiss at her or swat at her. They are pretty indifferent. Phoebe does think their dry food is much better than her's and their water is better than the water in her bowl, but they are tolerating her in their food. All except their wet food that they get in the evening. Phoebe thinks that is delicious and will eat it all if I don't put it up high so she can't get it. The kitties seem happy with this new arrangement. So all is well. Phoebe is very insecure and doesn't want to be left alone. I know this because she clings to me. When I took her to the vet, they said her name should be "velcro" because she was stuck to me. I saved her from, as Herman, my brother, calls it "death row in the chain gang". She does not want me out of her sight. I also know she does not want to be alone because I left her for a little while to go to the store and when I came home, she was at Herman's house. He said she was howling the most pitiful cry. He could hear her down at his house because my windows were open as well as his. Echo, Herman's dog is only tolerant of Phoebe and is not speaking to me. I try to still hold her and tell her I love her, but Phoebe is right there in the middle of it, too. That doesn't go over too well with Echo, the princess. Hopefully, they will get to be friends. I did leave Phoebe another time, but this time I closed the windows and I think she was better. She couldn't hear what all was going on outside. Herman said he walked up to the house but didn't hear her, so maybe that will work better. I'm leaving her today to go to work for about 3 and 1/2 hours including travel time. Hopefully she will get to the place where she knows I will come back, and not be so scared. Poor thing. I don't know what her life was like before me. I forgot to say that she is 7 years old. I'm trying to be really patient with her making "mistakes" in the house. She'll learn, I hope.
I was going to talk about starting my full liquid diet yesterday, but I've run out of time for now. I've got to get ready for work and take Phoebe for a walk before I go. No more doing things at the last minute. Phoebe has changed that.
Big, big changes with my diet. I'll talk about that next time. So, woof, meow, and xoxo. Stay tuned.
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