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I’m So Proud of Myself!

  • Posted on October 28, 2010 at 3:02 pm

Okay folks, I’m warning you right now. This is another probable TMI post. Remember the one I did a while back about doggy anal glands? Consider this a follow-up. You may wish to skip this post because it’s going to be a little gross. In fact, I’m not sure exactly why I’m posting it, except for the fact that I am excessively proud of myself.

Abby started having another problem this week. Yesterday, I realized that she hadn’t defecated in over a day, which is unusual for her because she’s a regular pooper. Once a day, every day. She’s very predictable. So, when she doesn’t go, there’s a problem. She start scooting yesterday, too. Which, for her, is very different from any scoot I’ve ever seen out of a dog. She doesn’t do the grinding her butt into the carpet as she moves across the floor. No, she can’t be normal. After all, she’s one of my dogs. 😉 She sits and spins around, left and then right, very rapidly. You can’t tell if she’s just wound up and being playful or what. I should have guessed, as I now remember that she’s done this before. Mental note made. Hopefully, my recall mechanism will work in the future.

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Anyway, she was acting a bit odd, so after she did a sit and spin cycle, I had Terry hold up her hind quarters so that I could check her behind. Her anus looked just a little puffy, so I squeezed just a bit to assess and she gave a little squeak. Yep, that’s it. I had Terry take her outside to see if she would defecate. I told her, she was either going to poop for Daddy or get the finger. She didn’t poop, so she got the finger. And by that, I mean that I had to express her anal glands. From the inside out. Yeah, I went there. Into the nether regions of my poor dog with a finger.

Let me back up a second first, though. We were at the vet with Lily a couple of weeks ago when she was having the bloody stool. I probably didn’t mention that. Yes, she now gets probiotics and Metamucil with her dinner. What a fuss. Doggie daycare will love dealing with that the next time we board them. But that’s a whole different story. Anyway, while we had her in, I asked if they would show me how to express the glands. I had discussed this with a different vet (there are several at this clinic and I love them all) the last time we were in and he said it would be no problem. I decided that it was necessary since Lily is pretty full just about every time she’s in to the vet. Might as well save a little money ($25 for the office visit and $15 for them to express the glands) and do it myself. That way, I can take care of her as soon as she starts to scoot. So, this time when we were in, I mentioned it to the tech, along with my litany of topics to discuss with the vet. She looked at me oddly, like I might not be quite in my right mind. She might have even said, “Really?” I don’t remember. So, the vet comes in a few minutes later and we start talking through everything, mainly focusing on her bowel issues. I repeat the same thing to him that I told the tech. I want to learn how to express her anal glands, especially since she has regular issues with them. I got a strange look and reaction from him, as well. He told me that very few pet owners are willing to do it themselves. But then, I’m not your average furmommy. I’m all for regular, preventive care at home to keep my dogs healthy and happy. I mentioned before that Phoebe had a rupture anal gland once. It wasn’t pretty and it was painful for her. It’s not something that I want to have happen to another animal ever again. So, I’m willing to do what’s necessary. Bring it on.

So, the vet and I both gloved up and lubed up. He said that I am fortunate to have such thin fingers, so that I can still use my forefinger, even though Lily is so tiny. I inserted one finger, felt around and found the gland. Unfortunately, I then lost it and wasn’t able to find it again, so I couldn’t actually express it, but I think he was impressed that I was able to find it in the first place. So, we agreed that I would practice on her some other time, as she was quite done with us probing her by this point and was whimpering.

I hadn’t yet bothered to practice. But yesterday, the time had come. This was it. Do it or take Abby in and have them check her. I was pretty sure, though, that those darned glands were the problem. I took a deep breath and dove in (gloved and lubed, of course, with a tissue in hand). She was much easier than Lily, being larger in size. I felt something odd, though, as I started in. What the heck? There’s something definitely wrong or strange going on in her anus. Oh wait, that’s a poop. Ew. Yeah, she’s holding it in, so there’s a serious gland problem. I found the left one pretty easily and squeezed, with the forefinger on the inside and the thumb on the outside. I’m getting nowhere here. Am I really squeezing the gland? Or is it a roll of skin/tissue? Hmmm… No, it’s a definite bulbous structure. Long story short, there’s actually an art to expressing these darned things. And what came out was definitely not normal. That girl’s gland was stopped up like you wouldn’t believe. Terry said that she was really tense when I started, but as soon as I expressed the left gland, she relaxed noticeably. She still wasn’t happy, mind you, but then I wouldn’t be either, if I was her. Or is it if I were her? Anna?

Anywho… Left gland, check. Right gland, check. Well, while I’m at it, I might as well put on a new glove and get Lily, as well. She’s abnormal, big surprise. The glands are supposed to be at the 5 o’clock and 7 o’clock positions. Which is where Abby’s were, pretty much. Lily’s? No, she has to be different. This is why I had trouble finding them at the vet’s office and thought that I couldn’t possibly be in the right spot when I felt what I thought were her glands. Hers are at 3 o’clock and 9 o’clock. That’s why. That’s my little Lily. She’s a little off. Her right eye is off and her anal glands are off. Oh, and her personality is off, too. She’s definitely… um… unique. 😉

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There we go. Both dogs taken care of. Now, the real proof would be in the pudding. Oh. Perhaps that wasn’t the best analogy. 😆 The next time Terry took Abby outside, I wanted to see if she would poop. And there she went. Awesome.

I have rarely been this proud of myself. I took on a challenge that most pet owners wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. And really, there’s a good reason for it. That stuff stinks. I could smell it for hours. But the payoff was well worth it. And I can care for my dogs even better than before. I rock.

Brush Em Finished and Doggy Drama

  • Posted on July 19, 2010 at 1:23 pm

Yes, it’s finally finished. I should have had it done more than a week ago, but I had a lousy week and didn’t put in a single stitch. Fortunately, we had our monthly stitching night on Friday, sponsored by my LNS (Strawberry Sampler), so I had an excuse to get out of the house for a while and do some stitching. Unfortunately, I ran out without the backstitching color, so I ran out about 20 stitches shy of completion. I sewed on all of the tooth charms, though, so it was all ready for me to put those last stitches in the next day.

My framing order was also finished by Friday and one of the girls from the shop brought both pieces with her so I wouldn’t have to go to the shop to pick them up. Wasn’t that nice? I’ll take pics once I hang them up. I think I actually have spots for both of them. However, this post is about a happy dance, so here is Hinzeit’s Brush Em:

I talked to another shop gal Friday night about doing a frame for it, so I’ll take it in at the end of the month and we’ll go over what I want. It should be ready to go by the beginning of November, no problem. Even if the framer is still backed up from the May framing sale. Someone told me that they had over 300 pieces come in as a result of that sale. I do not envy the framer! She does really lovely work, though.

So, what’s up with the doggy drama, you may ask? Well, at least those of you who didn’t see my Facebook status updates a couple of days ago. Our poor miss Abby started throwing up Wednesday night. I didn’t worry too much at first because Lily had a similar stomach upset a couple of months ago and all we had to do was withhold food and water overnight and then she was fine. No such luck with Abby, though. We withheld food and water overnight with her, but the next day, she was still throwing up. After she threw up her dinner an hour or so after eating it, I finally called the vet and talked to the vet on call. She had us keep the food up and try giving her some Pepto Bismol. Unfortunately, all I had were the chewable tablets. We cut them up and tried to feed them to her in cheese (after she refused to take them plain). She ate them, but then threw them up about an hour later. I tried again and the same thing happened. So, we gave up and I called the vet first thing the next morning to try to get an appointment. There was only one doctor in that day (the one who was on call the night before, fortunately), so we had to drop her off in the morning. A couple of hours later, the vet called me to talk to me and see what was going on. We went over what had transpired since I had last talked to her and she decided to do some x-rays. An hour or so later, she called again and said that the x-rays showed significant inflammation in her intestines. She wanted to do a couple of more things, including a barium swallow to make sure there was no blockage anywhere. Poor girl, I had to do one of those a couple of years ago and it was NOT FUN. The vet was wonderful about keeping me up to date and running any procedures she wanted to do past me first. After she told me that she wanted to do the barium swallow, she asked if I wanted an estimate. I said no. I mean, I’m not going to skimp on the dog’s healthcare, so it doesn’t really matter what it costs, honestly. It’s hard to fathom that people would choose to withhold proper diagnosis and treatment of a pet because it’s expensive.

Anyway, Terry stopped by to visit with Abby at the vet and get an update on his way home from work. The vet actually took him back to see her and showed him the x-rays, talking about what she had found and what they were going to do moving forward. She was hooked up to an IV and had a catheter in, but Terry said she was calm. They actually kept her overnight, which was hard for us. I think that it was even harder on Lily. She’s not used to not having her sister around. When I loaded Abby into the crate Friday morning to go to the vet, Lily hopped in with her. They always travel together in the same crate, so Lily did not understand at all when I dragged her out of the crate and closed the door. Once Abby was gone, she went around the house looking for her and whining a little bit. She settled down, but Terry reported that she was quite upset when he had to leave her alone while he took me to the stitching get-together. She was so excited when we brought Abby home Saturday morning, she was jumping all over her and getting in her face. I actually had to keep her away from Abby until she calmed down because Abby was still a bit sluggish and a little off. By Sunday morning, though, she was all bright-eyed and bouncy. It was such a relief to have her home and feeling better.

We have all sorts of meds to give her for a few days while her intestines heal, which has been difficult for me to keep straight. She has one that coats in the insides of her intestines and we have to give it to her an hour before she eats or gets any other medication. I’m having a hard time keeping on top of everything, but it’s only for a couple of more days.

So, that’s our latest doggy drama. We still have no idea what caused the inflammation. I guess we’ll have chalk it up to some sort of bacteria. All that really matters is that she’s feeling better! And I have to admit that, while the bill put me off a bit, I am continually amazed at how much cheaper veterinary care is compared to human health care. Abby’s barium swallow only cost $330, whereas I don’t even remember how much mine cost, but it was probably easily 10 times as much.

I am very grateful for a clinic full of competent vets and caring technicians, all of whom care for my beloved girls as if they were their own.

Photo Update

  • Posted on April 4, 2010 at 11:29 pm

Hang onto your hats, I have several photos locked and loaded for this post.

First up is my current stitching progress. I have finished most of this panel of the Savannah project – this picture shows the completed portion. I’m working on a section at the top now that should actually be done with just another hour or so of work.

Photo removed. See the finished piece here.

Next are several pictures that I snapped of the girls today. The first four are mostly of Lily and were all taken with my BlackBerry, which explains the odd lighting and quality. I have the top one loaded as the background for my BlackBerry, but the closeup of Lily is my absolute favorite. She’s just so irresistibly sweet. And, if you look closely at her pupils, you can see that her eyes are actually off-center. Kinda explains some things, doesn’t it? 😆

And the next four are of Abby, but with a real camera.

They both have bone bits in their ruff, so that’s why their chests look a little matted. We give them Booda bones, so it’s mostly starch and gets really sticky. It kinda makes a mess, but they are the only things we’ve been able to get Lily to chew on and even then, she will only chew on an end after Abby has polished off 2/3 or more of it.

They are also in the process of shedding, so there has been a lot of brushing recently. Lily is quite patient about being groomed, fortunately. Which is amazing in itself, since she is so touchy about just about everything else in existence. But hey, don’t look a gift pup in the mouth, right?

Isn’t Abby just a lovely, perfect example of the Pomeranian breed? She truly would have been a champion if she had been shown. She’s just a gorgeous ball of puff! I love my two girls!

Well, that’s my disorganized, rambling stream of thought. Have a great week!

I Stitch With Dog Hair

  • Posted on March 22, 2010 at 11:37 pm

Of course, I’ve been stitching with dog hair for many years, but when I had my beautiful little blondie, Phoebe, it was less obvious. Well, it was much less obvious to me, I guess. I think that Barbara noticed, though, when she picked dog hairs out of a few of my projects. I was mortified. 😆 Anyway, for me, unless it was a particularly long fur of Phoebe’s, I often couldn’t distinguish it from the usual fiber fluffing off of the fabric and threads.

However, I have now been blessed with a redhead (Abby) and a dark orange gal (Lily). And I’ve been stitching with white perle silk most recently. Which now has a slight tinge to it in some spots of my stitching, due to a stray red Abby hair having wrapped itself around it. I’m going to have to start being a lot more careful about doglet fur getting near my stitching corner. Which is difficult, especially right now, when both girls are shedding. Hmmm…

Whatever. It’s not like it’s going to keep me from stitching; I do that all by myself. :) That said, here is a quick shot of my current project:
Photo removed. See the finished piece here.

This is a panel from the main project, a Lady’s Reticule, taught in Savannah. This particular panel was designed and taught by Patricia Bage of Patricia Ann Designs. The colors are a little washed out from the flash, but they are close enough. For the record, all of the white stitches that look like crosses are not simple cross stitches, but full Smyrna crosses. Each and every one. And there are plenty more to be stitched. BTW, that’s a line of basting down the vertical center, in case you were wondering.

I managed about 2 hours of stitching or so on this yesterday. I ripped out the border below the multicolored Rhodes diamond stitches below the wording because I didn’t care for the spacing and wanted to tweak the design slightly. I’m much happier with it now, but having to frog Smyrna crosses is worse than stitching them in the first place. And I actually don’t mind the stitch, in normal doses. I’m going to be completely overdosed after this panel, though!

We’ll see how much stitching I can manage this week. I have a work deadline in two weeks looming and I’m starting to get a little more stressed out about it as time goes on. While that means I should probably be taking the time to stitch to help me relax, right now it’s translating to poor eating choices and not enough quality sleep. But, this, too, shall pass.

Doggy Woes

  • Posted on February 22, 2010 at 10:19 am

Warning: Probable TMI about dogs ahead. If you are not interested, please avert your eyes now. (That one was for you, Anna.)

For those of you who don’t know much about dog anatomy, there are these two little glands on the backside of a dog. They produce quite the odoriferous emanations (a signature scent, actually) and are what dogs are checking out when they sniff each other.

Well, these two little glands can sometimes cause quite a problem for dogs. They are expressed normally through the regular act of going to the bathroom and, in most dogs, you never even know that they are there, nor do you really need to. In fact, many of you are really having a TMI moment right now. Sorry. You don’t have to read this if you don’t want to; I’m not forcing you. :)

Anyway, as I was saying, normally these glands function just fine on their own. However, if your dog isn’t getting enough fiber, not going often enough, not producing optimal quality stool (“now I’m an optimal pooper”), then the glands will fill up. This goes through degrees of “badness,” ranging from full to impacted to ruptured. Phoebe never had a problem in her life until she ruptured one a few years ago. I swear, you will never ever see any other mess like that. It’s a terrible, smelly, bloody thing. I wish it had never happened to poor, patient little Phoebe. But I am now a much better informed parent.

So, of course, nowadays, I am far more concerned about dog stool than I would care to be. Abby, not a problem; produces good stuff regularly. Lily, not so much. We’ve already had the vet express her glands manually twice, I think. An optimal pooper, she is not. However, this week was actually Abby’s turn to develop a major problem. She had been red, tender and sore in that area since we got her back from doggie daycare. She was even having a bit of a smelly leakage problem (that really should have been my first clue that she needed to see the vet, as I knew full well that the leakage was from the anal glands). We’ve been keeping an eye on it and there was definitely a swelling issue going on. However, I thought that it would eventually heal itself and I didn’t realize that the swelling wasn’t just the rectum, but must have been the glands, as well. Until I took her outside Friday afternoon and she squeaked and stopped mid-“movement.” Knowing that she was sore, but really need to complete the act, I encouraged her to continue. She did, letting out a pretty good squeal in the process. Not a good thing when your dog hurts so badly just going to the bathroom. Naturally, I immediately called the vet as soon as I got her inside. They had actually just closed for the day, but the receptionist scheduled me for the next morning and talked to the doctor on call, who was still there, to see if he felt it was an emergency. We all figured she could wait until the morning.

Morning comes and both girls are so excited, they run into their crate. I think they thought they were going back to doggie daycare. Needless to say, it was a rude awakening for them to end up at the vet’s office. I think I’ll have to take them back for a day at daycare to make it up to them. Anyway, they take Abby to the back room to take a look and do what needed to be done (they spare you the uber-smelly parts). There was a lot of squealing, whining then whimpering going on. I really, REALLY hate hearing that sound coming from one of my dogs. Truly. Hate. It. But it’s a necessary evil. They brought her back out and she actually licked the tech, so she must not have held a grudge. The vet said that her glands were very full, but not impacted, fortunately. They “expressed nicely.” If there really is such a thing. Of course, she stank to high heaven, so the first thing we did when we got back was to plop both of them in the tub (not at the same time) and give them a thorough shampoo and conditioning. They both smell much nicer, though their breath could certainly use some improvement. But that’s a whole other story.

Sunday morning came and Abby was back to her normal, cheerful self. She’s playful, energetic and seems to be happy. After a week of concern, I’m relieved, to say the least. I have no idea what caused her to have a problem, though. Terry thinks that maybe she was holding back while at doggie daycare and caused the issue herself. I’m not sure. So, now I know that I have to keep a close eye on both of them. Yippy skippy. I just love carefully scrutinizing doggy behinds, don’t you?

So, there you go. More than you probably ever wanted to know about a dog’s behind, but if you’re a dog owner, you might want to be armed with at least a little bit of information. I encourage you to research it more on your own, especially if your dog tends to “scoot” a lot.

Honestly, what adventures we have in this household.

Kidlet Photos

  • Posted on February 21, 2010 at 8:33 pm

I’ve snapped some decent photos of the girls in the past couple of weeks, so I thought I would share.

January 16th:
Abby –

Lily –

Sleepy Lily –

February 3rd:
Abby the Fuzzball –

Lily in the Snow –

Snowy Lily –

February 5th:
Lily Wrapped in a Towel (After Being Outside) –

Lily in the Snow –

February 6th:
Abby loves to sleep on the arm of the sofa. Lily doesn’t show as much interest, plus I’d be more nervous about her rolling off. Abby is a lot hardier.

Question For Furmoms (and Furdads)

  • Posted on February 5, 2010 at 7:23 pm

I’m a bit torn on how to deal with a delicate situation. Many, many years ago, I stitched a needlepoint stocking for our beloved Phoebe. It has her name on it. Obviously, the stocking is no longer necessarily relevant. :( I have been contemplating removing her name from the stocking and making it a generic dog stocking, one that will serve for every dog that Terry and I own for the rest our lives. How would you deal with the situation? Remove the name and reuse the stocking? Archive it as a memorial piece, which would probably never see the light of day again? Continue to hang it every Christmas? Stitch additional stockings for Abby and Lily? Some combination of the above?

Here are a couple of things to keep in mind when answering:

  • This is the only stocking that I have ever stitched. Terry and I have been married for over 10 years and I have not managed to stitch a single stocking for either of us (although I did put a few stitches into one for Terry many years ago).
  • Phoebe’s name is longstitched over the top section of the stocking, so even though it is finished with a lining behind the stitched canvas, I don’t think that removing it would be excessively difficult.
  • There is no way I will ever have the time or energy to stitch a stocking for every dog that I plan to own in my lifetime. I love and will love each and every one of them, but I have to be realistic here when it comes to the average lifetime of a dog versus that of a female human.
  • While the prospect of removing Phoebe’s name from her stocking is sad, I had actually considered doing it after Christmas 2008, knowing that she wouldn’t be with us too much longer. I will probably cry, but it’s not going to turn my world upside down all over again.
  • I do not feel that removing Phoebe’s name would in any way take anything away from her memory.

I think those are the major points I wanted to touch upon. I know that I’ve already talked to some of you about this and gotten your valuable opinions, but I’m looking for a more total general consensus. If you feel so inclined, please restate your thoughts here so that I can compile them all in one location.

Honestly, I had already somewhat made up my mind, until I talked to a coworker. Her strong outrage that I would even consider doing such a thing to Phoebe’s stocking really caught me off-guard and made me really wonder if I should reconsider. She is not a needleworker, but she is a fellow, devoted lover of dogs who currently owns three of her own and has lost at least one previously.

So, please, please take a minute to register your thoughts in the comments section. I really want to know what you think!

Meet Abby and Lily

  • Posted on January 27, 2010 at 6:34 pm

As many of you know, my heart was truly broken when we had to let our dear Phoebe go this past August. Despite the incredible pain that her passing brought us, we knew that we would get more dogs. Having a beloved furbaby as part of your family brings so much joy to your life that it becomes incredible empty without one. Our poor, dearest Phoebe had been sick for quite a while and I had been doing research off and on for years, looking into Pomeranian breeders. We stumbled upon Phoebe quite by accident. We were living in our first apartment together at the time and were fairly fresh out of college. Our downstairs neighbors bought a Pom named Daphne who was just the cutest thing and we decided we might like to have one of our own. Of course, Daphne turned out to be a drastically oversized Pom purchased from a pet store (gasp!) who, while we moved away before she reached full size, had to have topped out near 20 pounds. Definitely not within the breed standard of 2 to 8 pounds. Of course, Phoebe topped out at 10 pounds, so she wasn’t withing the standard, either. But I digress. We just happened to pick up a newspaper, looked at the ads and found some Pomeranian pups for sale not to far away. We went to see them one night after work and there were only two left by that time, both females. One was a red sable (I believe) and the other was a lovely orange who came home with us that night. I remember that she was much more energetic than the other, more friendly and more outgoing. She chewed a little bit on the tiny Nylabone that I had brought with us and she peed on the floor near me. Little did I know that was most likely a sign of the housebreaking battles that lay ahead of us. Here’s a hint – don’t bother to paper train a puppy if your end goal is to have them go outside. Just take them straight outside. You’ll save yourself a lot of hassle. Phoebe paper trained immediately. The transition from there to outside was a nightmare.

But, again, I digress. When Phoebe passed, I began the search in earnest for a local breeder who might fill the huge void left in the wake of Phoebe’s death. Through the wonders of the internet, I found a woman who lives an hour and a half away from us. I began a series of regular phone calls with her to discuss our situation, see if we might be acceptable, potential parents to two of her pups and what stock she had available. Yes, you read that correctly, I said two pups. You see, we decided a couple of years before Phoebe died that it would be really nice if she had a companion. However, we felt that introducing a new puppy at that point would be difficult and unfair to Phoebe, not just because of her age and her condition, but also because she was used to be an only “child.” So, we decided at that point that when we got our next addition to the family, there would actually be two additions. The breeder I spoke to had 3 females available when I spoke to her. At that time, I wasn’t ready yet to reintroduce dogs into our home. The pain was far too fresh and we were about to go to Disney for a week and a half, so the timing just wasn’t right. When we got home, though, the house just felt far too empty and I figured it was time to go see what the breeder was like and meet her dogs. We scheduled an appointment for Saturday, October 3rd.

When we left that morning, I was still quite uncertain about the prospect of new pups. I wasn’t sure that the breeder would accept us (she’s notoriously picky about who she sells her Poms to) and I wasn’t totally sure I was ready. Nonetheless, we packed up Phoebe’s crate and traveled north, even stopping at the local pet store to grab another crate for a second pup and a couple of Nylabones, since they had worked so well with Phoebe. I was incredibly nervous, unsure of where we were going and what to expect once we got there. We parked and went to the gate of a nice-sized, fenced in yard with a Pom garden flag and dog warnings posted. As soon as we reached the gate, there was an absolute swarm of fluff balls there to check us out, all barking at the top of their lungs. Opening the gate and pushing out way in without managing to let any of them out was quite a daunting task. She has over 20 dogs at her place! What a sight! We introduced ourselves, met a few of the dogs and, before I knew it, we were sitting in the yard with a dog in each of our laps. The two she had waiting for us were named Lily and Minibites. Yes, Minibites. Don’t ask. Poor girl was in heat for the first time and the males were absolutely frantic. They wanted her like you wouldn’t believe, so Terry served as her protector the entire time. I held for a little bit, at one point, only to have one of the males suddenly jump into my lap with her. I had Lily in my lap for a while, but once I put her down, she was quite aloof and wouldn’t come over to me. We spent several hours there and I still wasn’t certain, but Terry had known all along that we were coming home with two girls that day. And so, finally, we did. The breeder was incredibly generous, giving us everything to get started, from food, to bowls, to a bigger crate that could carry them both at the same time. We packed them up (having to run after Lily, of course, the little bugger), said our goodbyes and started the trip home. Oh my, was it a nerve-wracking trip. I was so nervous! Poor Lily, having never traveled in a car before (as we later found out), threw up 7 times on the way home. So, her joyous homecoming was being pulled out of the crate and plopped straight into a bathtub. No chance to get acclimated first; she was coated, and Abby was dirty, too. Welcome home, kids! LOL. The second thing we did, after getting them cleaned up, was to rename Minibites. Terry looked on the internet for female Irish names and quickly settled on Abby. So, Abby it is! Abby is a red sable who weighs in at around 4 pounds and Lily is an orange who weighs about 3.5 pounds. Itty bitties, but true to average breed size!

It’s been over 3 months now and I think we’ve finally gotten them settled in. We’ve been learning their personality quirks and their habits, teaching them how to play, trying to housebreak them, etc. I think we’re fairly well into a routine, now. They are unhappy when we leave and quite ecstatic when we return. Oh my, you should see them when we get home. They get so excited, they are nearly beside themselves. And so different in their personalities. I could go on and on about their quirks. Crazy kids. But, this post is already long enough and I haven’t gotten to the pictures yet! The full album is located here in my photo gallery, but here are some highlights of what we have so far:

Lily and my hand:

Abby and a keyboard:

Lily and Abby on the couch:

Lily and Abby sleeping on the couch (Terry calls this one “the double-headed dog”):

Silly Abby sleeping on the arm of the couch (yes, her eyes are partially open, but she is asleep):

AND the requisite post-bath photos:

Welcome to our two new little sweethearts! I love you, girls!

Goodbye, My Sweet Little Girl

  • Posted on November 9, 2009 at 12:12 am

Phoebe Leigh Magee
(July 4, 1998 – August 17, 2009)


(Photo taken by Barbara days before Phoebe died.)

I’ve been avoiding writing this post for over two and a half months. I thought that it was because I didn’t have to time to devote to it, but it turns out that it’s really because my heart still aches and the wound is still semi-fresh. It took me several days of having this post open to be able to type without crying. Even now, there are tears in my eyes.

I’m not even sure what to say. Anyone who knows me knows that Phoebe was my little baby girl. Aside from Terry, she was my best friend and the love of my life. She was a wonderful dog who was incredibly smart and well-behaved. We were truly spoiled by her and privileged to have her in our lives.

Phoebe had a heart murmur that was diagnosed when she was a couple of years old. Through the years, the murmur got worse and worse and then, in November of 2007, she had been coughing a lot and when we took her to the vet, we were told that she was in congestive heart failure. She was put on two medications, but was incredibly good about taking her pills. We would wrap them in a little bit of cheese and she would gulp them right down. As time went on, the dosage of her meds were increased in an attempt to reduce the fluid around her heart. In the end, she had lost a lot of muscle mass and, despite eating normally, she had lost weight.

We didn’t think that she was going to see her 10th birthday, much less her 11th, and yet, it still seems like she left us too soon. Pomeranians can live up to 16 years old, but we weren’t lucky enough to see Phoebe get nearly that far. I can attempt to soothe my soul by saying that we took really good care of her (which we did) and that we made a kind and loving decision for her, but it truly doesn’t make it any easier. That day, hands down, was the worst day of my life to date. One that I don’t look forward to repeating. And yet, life goes on.

Thank you to all of you who have provided your support through the tough weeks following Phoebe’s death. All I would like to do now is share some of my favorite photos of my dearest one.

Phoebe at 3-4 Months Old:




5 Months Old:


8 Months Old:




Christmas 1999:

2000:

New Year’s Eve 2002:

2003:


2004:


2005:


2006:

2007:

2008:

Rest in peace, sweet one. You will always be loved and missed terribly.


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