Tuesday 17 January, 2006
As you know, over the Christmas break we had a brief moment of insanity and bought a little ¾ Silky Terrier X Shitzu that we called Ruby. She has been with us now for about three weeks, not without a few hiccups.
On New Years morning we came home to find that Ruby had gotten her head stuck through the baby gate we put across the bathroom door and as a result, gave herself a hernia. This is not as bad as it sounds and is, thank goodness, operable. The Vet advised us that as long as it doesn't bother her, we can wait until she has her "female" operation to do both at the same time as the hernia is in that general direction. She also no doubt saw her very short life flash before her eyes when I babysat a friend's one year old who didn't quite understand the concept of "be gentle" and almost squeezed the poor thing to death. For a one year old he had a very strong grip. In fact, looking back at our combined history of owning pets, I think Jeff and I were just not supposed to own dogs. His dog Spot was attacked by a cat as a puppy and was blind in one eye for most of her life; Winston has an Oesophageal condition which requires him to be fed and held upright; and Ruby has a hernia. I don't know? What do you think?
Winston and Ruby are getting along surprisingly well. She chases him around the house biting at his legs. It is actually pretty funny to watch. Once Ruby is old enough to be upgraded to outside the bathroom she will be a really good companion for Winston.
House training has turned out to be quite a challenge with Miss Ruby. I now remember why I hated the puppy stage. But I just have to keep telling myself, "She will grow up... She will grow up." In fact that has been my daily mantra for the past three weeks. But you just have to look at that cute little face and your frustrations just melt away.
As you know, over the Christmas break we had a brief moment of insanity and bought a little ¾ Silky Terrier X Shitzu that we called Ruby. She has been with us now for about three weeks, not without a few hiccups.On New Years morning we came home to find that Ruby had gotten her head stuck through the baby gate we put across the bathroom door and as a result, gave herself a hernia. This is not as bad as it sounds and is, thank goodness, operable. The Vet advised us that as long as it doesn't bother her, we can wait until she has her "female" operation to do both at the same time as the hernia is in that general direction. She also no doubt saw her very short life flash before her eyes when I babysat a friend's one year old who didn't quite understand the concept of "be gentle" and almost squeezed the poor thing to death. For a one year old he had a very strong grip. In fact, looking back at our combined history of owning pets, I think Jeff and I were just not supposed to own dogs. His dog Spot was attacked by a cat as a puppy and was blind in one eye for most of her life; Winston has an Oesophageal condition which requires him to be fed and held upright; and Ruby has a hernia. I don't know? What do you think?
Winston and Ruby are getting along surprisingly well. She chases him around the house biting at his legs. It is actually pretty funny to watch. Once Ruby is old enough to be upgraded to outside the bathroom she will be a really good companion for Winston.
House training has turned out to be quite a challenge with Miss Ruby. I now remember why I hated the puppy stage. But I just have to keep telling myself, "She will grow up... She will grow up." In fact that has been my daily mantra for the past three weeks. But you just have to look at that cute little face and your frustrations just melt away.
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