Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I don't really mind waiting because I've been meaning to post about this story that we saw at the USA Today Paw Print Post the other day. On the one paw it made us sad because Reddog, the Shar Pei in the story, has crossed over, but on the other paw, it made us happy that he had a long, good life. Look at him smiling on his 14th birthday. Speaking as a Shar Pei, if you could guarantee me 14 and a half good years I'd have to take the deal.
Most of the humans in the furryshpere would probably do as much for us as Reddog's Mom did for him. I know mine would, but it's good to point out ways they can be creative while making sure we're as happy and feel as loved as possible. You know we'd do the same for them, within the limits of our abilities.
We hope that Reddog's human finds another Pei so they can make each other as happy as she and Reddog were together.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Designer Duds for Dogs and they do a great job. The first thing Alpha Mom wanted was backordered and Debbie called up personally to see what could be done instead. They consulted and collaborated and this is the result, which I think is quite nice. She sent a Hanukkah one, too, as an extra, so we'll be completely ready for that and I abolutely am going to have a careful look at the site before making my Christmas list. Plenty of time to worry about that, though.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Toby, guide dog in training, celebrated his first birthday yesterday. He has accomplished so much in just one year in life. Happy birthday, Toby.
And Mayzie is celebrating her first Gotcha Day. She's written a delightful and wise post for her special day I think everydog will want to read it. It also wouldn't hurt for a couple of cats I happen to live with to give it a look.
So, Toby and Mayzie, this cupcake is for you both. May you both have many, many more special days!
While it was pretty quiet around the house there was this one interesting thing. There were a bunch of men I didn't know working at a house that's right in back of mine. Some of them were up on the roof hammering things and making all kinds of noises. I decided to hang around and watch the show for a while through the chain link fence. Pretty soon one of them came over to visit with me. Then another did, too and we all stood around chatting and the work they were doing had to wait a while. I hope they come back soon. I just love making new friends.
Speaking of friends, since Blog Mom has not felt up to much in the way of new photos this week it seems a very good time to introduce you to my very best through-the-fence neighbor and friend. She lives right next door and she's just my age.
Friday, March 26, 2010
This not a toughie. One of the greatest things about being a dog is that so many things make us happy. The list of things that make us not happy tends to be much shorter. Here are my most favorite 10:
- Love and attention from my humans. That's the most basic thing.
- Walkies! I love walks so much that it's very hard to stand still while they put my harness on. Impossibly hard, in fact.
- Chasing squirrels. My humans really hate when I try to combine chasing squirrels with walkies, as we Shar Pei are medium sized but just as strong as much taller dogs. But when it's two of your favorite things at once it's awfully hard to resist.
- When my humans come home. I don't care for it when they go out and don't take me with them, but the joy of reunion is almost worth it.
- Treats. Who doesn't like a nice treat? What I like to do is keep my humans guessing as to which treat I'll be in the mood for at any given time. This results in quite an assortment of treats in the house. They really are eager to please.
- Company. I enjoy entertaining quite a bit.
- My through the fence dog neighbors. Now that it's spring I'm seeing more of them.
- Belly rubs. They are the best thing and I've got my humans trained to give quite good ones.
- Toys - with special emphasis on ring shaped rawhide, squeeky toys and, of course, tennis balls.
- Cheese. I am very much a cheesehound.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Go to your first photo folder, find the 10th picture, post that photo and explain the story behind it. Then, tag five blogs to do the same.
There really isn't that much of a story behind this one. It was the last snow of the season. I love the snow. In all my seven years I've never seen snow like we had this year. It was wonderful! This last one wasn't so deep here, but it was still fun. Here I'm in back of the shed, checking under a wood pile just in case there was a squirrel that required my attention. Blog Mom thought it was soooo funny to snap a photo of me in that position. Moms are embarassing sometimes. I prefer number nine, which I like to think makes me look like a St. Bernard, making my way through the snowy mountains to rescue some humans from an avalanche.If you don't happen to know that it was taken right behind my shed. And if you ignore the chainlink fence there.
Now comes the hard part: Tagging five friends. Because I know this meme has been going around but I can't exactly remember who's done it and who hasn't. So, if you already have, or if you don't want to that's fine. But here goes. I tag, Hero, Lois Lane, Bernie, Tommy, et al and Lorenza. Let me know if you decide to go ahead and do it.
Edited to say I'm tagging Toby, too. I just kind of figured he might be busy with school, training as he is for such a serious job. I'm glad that guide dogs still get to have some fun.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
It's good thing Daddy was feeling well on Tuesday. He took her to the vet and she got some really huge pills. She's not the best patient in the world. She's not exactly the stoic type either. She spent most of yesterday moaning and whining. I suggested that she might feel better if I took her out in the fresh air. A nice brisk walk is good for the health. That was quite self-sacrificing because it was raining on and off but she didn't want to do that anyway. How about playing with a dog, then? There's really nothing to set one to rights like a little tug of war or a bit of a romp which culminates in a 45 lb mass of muscle careening into one, is there? No to that suggestion as well.
Next she started clutching her tummy with the hand that wasn't affixed to the heating pad and complained that the big pills were upsetting her stomach. Well, first off, she didn't take them the right way. You're supposed to wrap them in cheese. That's how I take my colchicine. She just took hers with a glass of water. Nonetheless, I felt confident I could help with the new problem. I have had some occassional experience in the area of tummy aches. We'll go out and find some good grass for you to eat, I told her. I'll point out patches that I've never peed on. Eat that, and then you can come in and vomit on the carpet. That works a charm for me, but no, she didn't want to do that either. Really, if you're not going to help yourself, how do you expect me to help you is what I want to know. She said it was just nice to have me around, Well, that's a given, but it doesn't seem enough somehow.
Despite herself, she's starting to feel better this afternoon and expects to be able to go back to work tomorrow if things continue this way. I hope so. I need to rest and regroup.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Our side lost the battle of the clogged toilet, which wasn't really so bad for me. Daddy made a phone call and my friend Mike the plumber came right over. I helped to explain the problem and stayed around to offer assistance or just chat while he worked. I know he appreciated it.
After that Daddy and Rob and I spent a companionable afternoon until Daddy and I took our naps. Blog Mom came home early, which normally would have been a nice surprise, but it was because she was sick. She's a little better now, but not all that much. If she's like this tomorrow I think she'll have to go to the vet. Now it's Alpha Mom's turn for attention. A Shar Pei's work is never done.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
When we were free to go there were still good-byes to be said. My mustached friend was there and we needed a few minutes. He got a bit leaky, but he was happy for me, too. He told the Moms that they'd made the best possible choice. Then, after a little walk we piled into the car. At that point I got a rare case of nerves, so I threw up on the back seat. It was quite theraputic. I felt much better after that. We drove for what seemed like a very long time. We drove right out of Brooklyn!
Well, this certainly seemed to be for real. Time to start bonding! I moved up between the front seats and offered prodigious licks to both Moms. That was well received so I pretty much kept it up the rest of the way home. Those were two damp Moms by the time we got fifty miles out on Long Island. I helped to drive, too. Do you know it turns out that putting the car in neutral while moving on the Belt Parkway is not such a good thing? Well, it's not! I'm sure because I did it several times and it seemed to cause some alarm each time.
We finally arrived at
I sniffed around to get the lay of the land. A lot of animals and humans have passed through this house. I can tell you that for sure. Something appeared to be missing, but then the Moms produced a dog bed and everything fell into place. Especially me.
Daddy was nice but not well. He's got something wrong where he'll be in pain and hardly able to walk for days at a time. When that's going on he doesn't even want to eat and he stays in bed or lies on the couch and tries to sleep as much as he can. Then he'll be OK for a few days. I think it must be similar to Swollen Hock Syndrome. Well, he wasn't feeling well at all that night, or for a few days afterward so it took a little longer for us to really get to know each other but better late than never. He says I'm the best dog he ever met. Before I moved in he really wanted a Golden Retriever. The Moms realized that a Golden wouldn't be practical given the facts and circumstances of their lives, but Daddy was stuck on the idea. Now he never, ever mentions wanting any dog other than me, Lola.
There are two other young human adult males who weren't home that first evening. There's Rob, who is Blog Mom and Daddy's adult offspring. Then there's a bass player who was without a home and I guess my humans are fostering him until he finds a forever home. They both come and go a lot, but Rob's home more than he used to be, which is a good thing. It might be because of me. All I'm saying is that Rob was a touring musician for most of a decade. I move in and after a few months he wants off the road. Just connecting the dots is all. They're both quite pleasant and when they're around I try to take them for walks as often as I can.
And that's the end of the happy ending and the beginning of a wonderful life. Humans like to say that when one doggy door closes another opens. I wish it was always true for everydog, but it's certainly been true for me, Lola.
As I mentioned below, there's a widget that shows a Featured Pet of the Day from Petfinder.com. That's all well and good and I have fun playing with it, refreshing the page to see who'll show up next. However, sometimes there are animals who just catch one's eye. I wish we lived nearer to New Rochelle, because I would love to meet Gotti. He's part Shar Pei and part Jackelope, I'd have to assume. Or maybe donkey. I think he's just as cute as anything. Someone's going to be lucky to adopt him, soon I hope. If not I may have to try to talk the Moms into a road trip. I don't know. Sometimes I think I'd like a little brother. Other times I just think it's good to be Queen.
It was Wimsey's birthday yesterday and I didn't realize until this morning. I feel just distraught about being late for that. You see, Wimsey's was the second dog blog I'd ever read, Hero's being the first. I count him among my Early Influences and Inspirations. Happy belated bday, big guy!
Now it's off to get my dreaded bath. Ewwww!
Friday, March 19, 2010
After dinner we decided it was time we applied some tweaks to the blog. We tried one of the very new templates but decided that for now, this one suited better and we ended up just changing the text around a bit. But the best thing was that we found a couple of most excellent widgets. One is Featured Pet from Petfinder.com and the other is.a Click A Day thingy from the Animal Rescue Site.
It's been an amazingly wonderful first week of blogging. It turns out dogs are just as friendly in the blogging world as they are everywhere else - which we all know is very friendly.. I never expected to make so many new friends in just the first week. I wish I could give everyone who's stopped by my very best nose licks. I guess the best I can do is say thank you all so very much!
And now Alpha Mom is home and as soon as I recharge I'll be giving her my full atttention. But for just right now, I think I need a little nap.
Snores and Grunts from me, Lola
Thursday, March 18, 2010
I was sad and confused, but I do think that it's important to keep a positive attitude and life at the shelter wasn't all bad. Things could have been a lot worse. Quarters were cramped and we had to live in kennels, but after all it was New York. Lots of New Yorkers live in tiny spaces - like this couple for instance. We didn't stay indoors all the time. People came to walk us and play with us and I had a special friend who always made sure he spent time with me when he was there. I called him Mustachio for obvious reasons. He had a huge mustache. I like a little fur on a human. He gave me my name, because even that got lost in the big move. I liked it fine. "Lola" suited me and I decided to start answering to it right away. The worst thing about the shelter was the food. It was healthy and gluten free, wheat free, allergen free and taste free. Not once did they serve anything au gratin. I like au gratin and al fredo. Anything that involves cheese and no veggies. Kibble is not cuisine, but I supposed they were doing their very best.
It seemed to take forever, but the day finally came when I was ready for adoption but there was one obstacle as I saw it and it came in the form of a leggy, cream dilute bitch named Violet. Now, I don't normally have any problem at all with self esteem, but one must face facts. If someone came looking for a Shar Pei, Violet was going to be chosen first. She was taller, she was platinum blonde, she was two and a half to my six years old. She was a knockout. And frankly, I was not at my best, having just finished weaning a pup. I mean, thing were sagging in places that Violet didn't even have yet. Don't take my word for it. See for yourself in video Mr. Casey made to help humans find Violet.
If there's a video out there titled "Lola Needs a Home" I have yet to find it. And it was Violet, not me, Lola, who was featured on Petfinder.com. And it was Violet's photo that brought the Mom's to Brooklyn on April 4th last year. Blog Mom saw it first. She knew that Alpha Mom wanted a Shar Pei or Shar Pei mix more than just about anything. Her Shar Pei mix had crossed over at age 15 a few months before and the whole family was sans chien for the first time ever. The thing was, one of the cats that lived with them was sick. He was recovering from surgery at the time, but the prognosis was bad and they were trying to wait for a dog until....well, you know....so as not to give him new problems at the end of his life. Well, Violet's photo convinced them that they could make absolutely sure that she'd be fine with cats before they took her home but they just had to go see her. And they did.
It was a busy Saturday afternoon. I remember that much. They came and took Violet out of her kennel and she was gone for a while. After a half hour or thereabouts I heard a bit of a ruckus upstairs. The sounds told me that it was Violet, scoring a B- at best on her cat test. Then Violet came back in and Mr. Casey took me out. It seems he'd told them about me, Lola right away and they just couldn't make a decision without at least meeting me. I took them for a walk around the block and then we did the cat test and I believe I scored somewhat higher than Violet. Then it was decision time. It was really Alpha Mom who had to make the call. If it had been left entirely to Blog Mom we'd all still be standing there on that sidewalk in Brooklyn. She isn't one for snap judgments, to say the least.
So the choice was made and they chose me, Lola! I was getting adopted before Violet! It's funny how things work out. You just never know. Oh, and don't worry too much about Violet. The Moms did and kept track of her. She only had to wait a few more days for her humans to find her.
Coming soon: Coming home for the first time
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
My world turned upside down in January 2009 when I was surrendered to New York City Animal Care and Control along with some of my family. Quite the come-down, that was. We were born to the purple (purple tongues, that is) and now we'd been "surrendered" like an illegal handgun or something. I was still nursing my last puppy and Puppy Daddy was with us, too. I know other dogs have had much worse experiences than we did, but it was scary there for a while. The humans at Animal Control were kind, but it's the things you've heard about it that get you. Like "three days and they toss you off the Rainbow Bridge." Turns out it's not quite like that and there are other resources for animals who are deemed adoptable. We were so deemed and were whisked off to Sean Casey Animal Rescue, as I mentioned in my first post. There, we'd have all the time we needed to find suitable humans of our own. Although it's not meant to be anydog's forever home, it's a very special place in a lot of ways and I can show it to you right now. This is a video clip of the shelter and Mr. Casey himself on a local news channel telling all about it :
That clip only captures some of the atmoshpere at the place. For example, in the Hamilton Doghouse part there were three ginormous turtles just walking around free. I guess they didn't have to worry about them running out into traffic.
Coming soon: I get adopted
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The good part of the bad weather was that no one went out and there was lots of time for me, Lola. The Moms decided we should have a photo shoot because the new bandana I got from the groomers was so much more flattering than the last one. I think it's a little loud and not very feminine myself, but they seem to like it and I have to admit that pink sometimes clashed with my fur. Also, Blogging Mom says that I look too serious in most of the pictures she's taken of me. She feels my personality isn't coming across. I say that Blogging Mom isn't the best photographer in the world. She's not even the best photographer in the room, but Daddy hasn't been well so it's been up to her to take the pictures lately. With both Moms on the job we got some decent shots and, more importantly, I got some treats and lots of attention. Here are a couple that show another side of me, Lola.
All this sent the Moms into a tizzy, trying to decide if I was really sick and should go to the vet or if we should proceed with our usual Saturday plans, which include a trip to the groomer for a bath. Baths are another thing we Shar Pei don't care for, but I have skin issues like a lot of my breed and the vet recommended weekly baths. Sadly, I started to get better and they decided to go ahead with the bath plans.
Even after we arrived there, I strongly suggested that we turn around and take me right home and skip the whole thing, but to no avail.
Once we finally got home the rain had turned into a full fledged storm and the wind is still gusting hard right now. Some of the shrubs in the front yard are now in totally different places from where they were this morning. As a result of the weather our internet connection has been on and off and it wasn't for the longest time that I learned that I'd been welcomed into the canine Blogaverse.Wimsey himself left a welcome and a comment, even though he's still recovering from his injuries. Gallant, I call that. Another Hound named Bernie, who I didn't even know about before today, also left a lovely welcome message and became a follower. When you're being followed by a Hound, you're really being followed, too. As he mentions in his comment and on his blog, Bernie is also originally from Animal Control It's like we share an alma mater, even if it wasn't the same campus. All this really got my tail wagging and I want to thank them both so much. It even made up for the bath...this week.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
So, on with the introduction - short version. I'm a Chinese Shar Pei, now living on Long Island. I've been living with my humans for not quite a year now. We can't be sure of my birthday because my papers seem to have been lost in someone's haste to surrender me to NYC Animal Control, so we'll be celebrating our first Lolaversary together on April 4th. My place of residence when we all met was the Sean Casey Animal Rescue in Brooklyn, NY. More about that when we get around to the full bio, but suffice to say it's worked out beautifully, especially for the humans. I'm very happy, too, of course. For one thing, they're crazy about me. It's hard to be dissatisfied with constant adoration.
Blogging Mom and I got interested in this project after noticing that quite a lot of dogs were doing some marvelous blogging. One of my particular favorites is by Hero, a Shar Pei in Malaysia. In my mind he's kind of the Indiana Jones of Shar Pei. He has such amazing adventures and no fear as far as I can see. He hikes up mountains, walks over teeny tiny bridges, boats, swims and all without any stress reaction at all. He's also pretty easy on the eyes, if you know what I mean.
Another favorite blogus canis is by Wimsey. He's also handsome, in a totally different way. Well, a Bloodhound way, to be exact. He's no Shar Pei, but he's got his own special wrinkles. Wimsey lives on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. That's where Alpha Mom and Blogging Mom come from originally, so he's created a lot of interest around here. By the way, Wimsey was attacked and injured this past week. He seems to be recovering well, but it was a terrible thing to have happen. He may be sardonic, but that's not a reason for an assault.
Now I don't live the adventurous life that Hero does. Nor am I a hip, urban show dog like Wimsey. Well, I used to be urban, ergo hip, but now I'm all suburban. Still, I think that each dog has his or her own contribution to make and here I hope to make mine.