Christmas is over and I am still reaping the rewards of goodies and toys that are still getting pulled out of my stocking. This was my first year of an actual Christmas and I have to say, it was way cool.
As the New Year fast approaches, I find myself pondering the events of the past year and what a turn my life has taken. I started out this year, heavens knows where, but I found myself a stray, picked up and taken to a shelter. I spent a few days in foster care in Arkansas and then I was off to Wisconsin. My first foster home here turned out to be not so hot. I got fed a lot of pills, some made me sleepy, some made me crazy, but soon, I was off to my new foster home, the place where I am now.
My foster mom has spent many months with me; helping to pin point the right medication that would help me be as normal a dog as possible. She's never been mean to me; never really yelled at me, except when she caught me with things I shouldn't have and then it was just to startle me in to giving it up. She's loved me, held me (and I really have a hard time being held) and told me what a good and sweet girl I am. I've had a warm bed, lots of food, yummy treats and toys, toys, toys.
Sure, I won't lie, I hoped by the end of this year, I would find myself in my own home, but that hasn't happened. 2011 is a new year, full of adventure and endless possibilities and I hope the year I find my very own home. Look, I know I am far from perfect, but you won't find a happier dog than me and I love everyone I meet. Won't you think about adding me to your home for 2011?
Happy New Year!
- Gracie
Gracie
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Happy Howl-a-days
Everyone is talking about this howl-a-day called Christmas.
My foster mom says it's really supposed to be about family and spending time with ones you love, but more and more it's becoming all about presents. Presents? I LOVE presents. So I wondered, will I get any? I didn't have to wonder long, because yesterday, a box came for me. Yup, it had Gracie ResQ on it and everything. My foster mom opened it for me because I'm not allowed to use anything sharp, besides my teeth, and it would be pretty hard to chew through that box. It was from my Secret Santa! All the dogs in ResQ get one while we wait for our forever homes.
I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. As soon as she opened it, my foster brother and sister, Murphy and Baby had to check it out too. Inside were squeaky toys! Oh how I love squeaky toys. I can squeak them all day long. My foster mom says it's a good thing she is good at tuning things out. There was also a new bed inside, just like my brothers, except it was pink. It came with a matching blanket and guess what? A pink squeaky bunny. I know, more squeaky toys. There are also replacement squeakers for a new "spitty bear" except this one is a BIG spitty bear. What's a spitty bear? Well, it's what mom calls these Kong bears that have a Velcro opening inside so you can replace the squeakers because I squeak them so much, I make the fur all slobbery and spitty. The name fits, right?
Here I am in my bed, with some of my new toys, enjoying a bone.
Mom said I will get some more presents. She hung some stockings up by the fireplace. She said most people put up a tree with lights on it and decorate the house, but she explained that she still feels very sad about missing Darby, so she just didn't have it in her this year to do all that. I understand. At least she doesn't cry hardly at all these days, even though I know how much she misses her. She put Darby in a beautiful jar on the mantle. It's all sorts of colors and very fancy. I didn't know how Darby would fit in that jar, but mom said it's just her ashes. She was cre-mated and all that's left of her is a tiny little bag of powder. If that is all that's left of a rat terrier in the end, then that jar will hold about ten of us.
Anyhow, along with this howl-a-day season comes this terrible weather and some really cold and white stuff called "snow" and I hate it. My little paws get so cold and I try and hold up a front and back one at the same time and nearly tip over. Mom says "that wouldn't happen if I would quit dicking around out there; do my business and get my ass in the house." This snow makes it hard to get to the fence and bark at the neighbors dog. The drifts of snow are so big, I am confined to a small area near the house. I hear this will last a few months. Seriously? A few months? This is going to be a long winter. Now where are my presents?
Happy Howl-a-days......
- Gracie
My foster mom says it's really supposed to be about family and spending time with ones you love, but more and more it's becoming all about presents. Presents? I LOVE presents. So I wondered, will I get any? I didn't have to wonder long, because yesterday, a box came for me. Yup, it had Gracie ResQ on it and everything. My foster mom opened it for me because I'm not allowed to use anything sharp, besides my teeth, and it would be pretty hard to chew through that box. It was from my Secret Santa! All the dogs in ResQ get one while we wait for our forever homes.
I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. As soon as she opened it, my foster brother and sister, Murphy and Baby had to check it out too. Inside were squeaky toys! Oh how I love squeaky toys. I can squeak them all day long. My foster mom says it's a good thing she is good at tuning things out. There was also a new bed inside, just like my brothers, except it was pink. It came with a matching blanket and guess what? A pink squeaky bunny. I know, more squeaky toys. There are also replacement squeakers for a new "spitty bear" except this one is a BIG spitty bear. What's a spitty bear? Well, it's what mom calls these Kong bears that have a Velcro opening inside so you can replace the squeakers because I squeak them so much, I make the fur all slobbery and spitty. The name fits, right?
Here I am in my bed, with some of my new toys, enjoying a bone.
Mom said I will get some more presents. She hung some stockings up by the fireplace. She said most people put up a tree with lights on it and decorate the house, but she explained that she still feels very sad about missing Darby, so she just didn't have it in her this year to do all that. I understand. At least she doesn't cry hardly at all these days, even though I know how much she misses her. She put Darby in a beautiful jar on the mantle. It's all sorts of colors and very fancy. I didn't know how Darby would fit in that jar, but mom said it's just her ashes. She was cre-mated and all that's left of her is a tiny little bag of powder. If that is all that's left of a rat terrier in the end, then that jar will hold about ten of us.
Anyhow, along with this howl-a-day season comes this terrible weather and some really cold and white stuff called "snow" and I hate it. My little paws get so cold and I try and hold up a front and back one at the same time and nearly tip over. Mom says "that wouldn't happen if I would quit dicking around out there; do my business and get my ass in the house." This snow makes it hard to get to the fence and bark at the neighbors dog. The drifts of snow are so big, I am confined to a small area near the house. I hear this will last a few months. Seriously? A few months? This is going to be a long winter. Now where are my presents?
Happy Howl-a-days......
- Gracie
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sad news....
My foster mom is heartbroken. She has been crying and crying. My step-sister, the bossy Darby, passed away this weekend.
Darby was diagnosed with a big cancer tumor just three weeks ago and mom was hopeful that she was going to last a couple months, or at least through this thing called Christmas, but she got more and more sick and she was in more pain because of how big the tumor was. It pressed on her insides and made her very uncomfortable. She also stopped eating.
So my foster mom had to make a very hard decision and help her cross to the bridge. She knows she's not in pain anymore, but my foster mom is in a lot of pain right now. She says it will get better, but she cries a lot. I try to help her feel better by licking the tears away and sometimes it works because she laughs. I like it when she laughs because it makes me happy and I wag my tail, a lot.
Darby scared me, because she was the boss, and I know she was sick, but I am glad I get to sleep up on the bed again without worrying that Darby is going to get mad at me. I like to sleep next to mom and Murphy. I really like Murphy, he's my boyfriend, even though he thinks I have girl cooties.
Rest in peace Darby.
Darby was diagnosed with a big cancer tumor just three weeks ago and mom was hopeful that she was going to last a couple months, or at least through this thing called Christmas, but she got more and more sick and she was in more pain because of how big the tumor was. It pressed on her insides and made her very uncomfortable. She also stopped eating.
So my foster mom had to make a very hard decision and help her cross to the bridge. She knows she's not in pain anymore, but my foster mom is in a lot of pain right now. She says it will get better, but she cries a lot. I try to help her feel better by licking the tears away and sometimes it works because she laughs. I like it when she laughs because it makes me happy and I wag my tail, a lot.
Darby scared me, because she was the boss, and I know she was sick, but I am glad I get to sleep up on the bed again without worrying that Darby is going to get mad at me. I like to sleep next to mom and Murphy. I really like Murphy, he's my boyfriend, even though he thinks I have girl cooties.
Rest in peace Darby.
- Gracie
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