"If you want something done right, just do it yourself!"
~Kira, 2007.
Mom won't let me go back to the DDC I was going to. I guess I was coming home all full of piss and vinegar and wasn't very nice to be around (a few times). Then the next week Mom would take me back there and I got scared and started to tremble in the car when we turned up the street to the DDC; this happened about 2 months ago. Mom just knew something wasn't right (Mom's are pretty good about stuff like that) but it was too late to turn back home and still get to work on time - so Mom made me go, explained to the lady something wasn't right and for them to watch out for me. Mom said she had a sick, 'squicky' feeling at work and she didn't like what happened in the car (me scared) and the nonchalant response from the DDC person so she got permission to leave work at lunchtime to come get me and take me home. I haven't been back since. Mom said she's talked to a lot of people (just like when she researched the DDC in the first place) and hasn't heard anything negative about the place, just that it's more busy than most places and has more dogs - but that yeah, perhaps larger dogs would be happier there than us little gaffers. So, no more DDC for me...for now ;-)
Mom talked to Mrs VetLady who said an alternative is a private home day care operated by a lady who has 2 acres of fenced-in yard to romp and play in. Mom called the lady and will set up an interview in January, after the Christmas rush is overwith. The maybe-new-DDC is operated out of the lady's home and she only takes in 6 dogs at a time - and she won't take a dog in every day, at most a maximum of one day a week. She does board dogs so I told Mom to be careful when we go there to look for the boarding area to make sure it's all comfy-cozy and legitimate. I'll keep you up to date, but Mom said the preliminary reports and references are positive so there's hope yet!
I updated the Glossary, dear reader, so you might have noticed there's a new game Mom and I have been playing! I'm calling it OMG!! The Oven Mitt Game: Mom puts on this rank old green oven mitt and shadow boxes with me. Of course, it's my job to grab it from her, but she then makes a fist and won't let me have it. So then I find a different angle and snag her thumb then she brushes my teeth with her thumb! At this rate I'll have pearly whites in no time at all! I love it 'cause I get to climb all over Mom as she tries to keep the mitt away from me but I always manage to win in the end - then we toss the flosser a few times before I'm too pooped to play anymore.
That's right: Too Pooped To Play!
Mom says I can thank her co-worker, Jenny, for this new game. I gots to talk to this Jenny person and get her to tell Mom about some more games we can play. Jenny has two dogs and gets to play a lot with them!
On the Willy front, he has this annoying habit of trying to come into MY livingroom at night to prowl around and be a night watchman. That's MY job now, CAT! And it's night watchWOMAN to to YOU, you little hairball! So naturally I had to bark and kick up a storm when I caught Willy in the hallway - at midnight. Mom was somewhat less than impressed with the both of us and let us know in no uncertain terms, Midnight Attacks are not permitted under any circumstances.
But Mom: No one broke into the house that night so
Anyway, Mom and I are going to Vancouver Island for New Years so there's a chance I may score some extra treats from the teenage boys there - you know, 'cause I'm still on a diet! Though Mom cheated tonight and let me have a whole pizza bone to myself - ah, heaven! I savoured that little strip of doughy goodness with it's hint of ham and tomato sauce until I just couldn't take it any more and had to chomp it down. Savouring=1.27 seconds in real time.
3 comments:
LOL I love Kira's stories. After a rough day at work, it makes me smile. You are so lucky to have the OMG game. Tyra pushes her face right into the bed when I try to brush her teeth. Go with your feelings. Something scared Kira at DDC. Poor baby, she sure has had it rough. Good thing she has you. Give her a kiss and Willy a tickle...Vanja
It was really weird - she loved going, even parked at the front door on Wednesday's 'cause she knew that was DDC day - then one day just started shaking in the car and pulling away when we got there; my spidey senses were tingling and the lack of response from the staff bothered me, so I pulled her out permanently.
We're building up to toothpaste and toothbrush. I have the doggy paste and am putting a drop on the oven mitt so it becomes a treat, then will slowly work up to a full-on brushing.
Since my co-worker told me about playing with the oven mitt, we've been having a blast! She loves it!
[IMG]http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/kimkayzach/Christmas/ooooooohxo7.gif[/IMG] I hope that worked.. Merry Christmas
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