After some contemplation, mostly about deciding if they wanted to take on a puppy again, Vincent and Dana decided Stacey was just too cute to pass up. I met Vincent and a friend this morning at the Hudson dog park, to make the transition. Stacey was running through the park having found a few friends. She really loves to stretch those increasingly longer legs.
We all slept through the night! This is huge! I knew she could because she spends her time in the basement kennel while I’m at work w/o any accidents.
She also runs from me because it seems that every time I pick her up I’m putting her in the crate in my room or the kennel in the basement.
Pictures from yesterday while I was enjoying a Packers’ victory over the Vikings, she slept.
Yesterday (Friday) was an eventful day. While I sat with my coffee, starting my day, Beau and Stacey started the romp of a lifetime. Beau taught her his NASCAR game to Stacey and they played it on and off for the next two hours. As the cable tech was arriving soon, I decided it was time for a time out. The lighting was bad, but I got a decent picture of them at the top of the stairs.
Stacey has become more and more comfortable here. When she first arrived she was a shy, quiet and probably bewildered pup. In less than a week she is now the typical puppy and even gets that chagrined look when I get after her for chewing. She trots away with those sideways ears, as if to say, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. She’s smart, too, with a good memory.
She still gets me up about 3 a.m. to potty on the newspaper. I was taking her outside, but she never went, so I’m just using the papers. I need my sleep! Spending 30 minutes outside waiting for her to not go was a waste of time.
Don’t believe the peacefulness. She’s chewing on EVERYTHING! Paper bags, chair rungs, newspaper, carpet, flip-flops and yes, she has toys, which she also chews on. She is making daily improvement on her socializing. She is now seeking attention and being less of a ‘greased pig’, as it was so aptly described by Kitty Hilk, when she had all the puppies for a few days until they went to foster homes.
This morning she is using the newspaper I have on the floor for potty. It’s been raining and raining, so hard to get her outside. Ideally she will need a home with a fenced yard. I don’t have one so I take her out on a leash and while she is walking better on the leash, she doesn’t seem to want to do her business. Not sure if that’s because I’m following her or what. I take her out knowing she has to go, and she’s all over with her nose to the ground, but doesn’t do anything.
I also know at this point if she did slip her collar, or got loose, she would not come to me. You know, how you can make noises and talk really high and all dogs come running? There is no response from her when I do this. I think she will eventually.
KJ had friends over the other day and they all took turns holding her and when I let her out of the crate she is jumping up on me now, showing me her happiness. She follows me around the house wanting to be near me. All good signs.
Someone got a lot of sleep and someone did not. Seriously, I could not sleep because I kept expecting Stacey to wake me up. She was in the kennel in my bedroom where she could see me sleeping (or trying to sleep). About 3 a.m. I thought I heard her peeing. I turned on the light and nope, she was just laying there looking at me. I figured I may as well take her out since I was up. We spent a half hour out in the grass w/o success. KJ even took her into the park. Nope.
Came back in and returned her to the kennel and I crawled back into my own bed. She fell right back to sleep and it was 7:00 before she woke me up. Out we went and eventually, something kind of spooked her and she sat down then raise back up and peed. Partay!
Now at almost noon, I haven’t gotten her to go again.
So much of having a puppy revolves around bathroom breaks!
She’s definitely perkier today after her dream-filled night. She’s responding to me a bit and when I had her in my lap I actually got some puppy kisses.
I’m not sure of the entire story, exactly, but we were notified by a woman who knew of a litter in northern Minnesota of eight puppies, born mid June. Their mom had been killed by a car when they were three weeks old. Ericka, handled the intake and worked some magic over a flurry of a few days. Kitty and Arnie Hilk headed up to pick up all eight. Seven females and one male. I offered to foster of they needed me. One puppy was picked up yesterday, and the rest went to the vet today at Companion in Eagan. I ran down there and picked up the two white girls, brought one to a foster home in south Minneapolis and then headed home with Stacey.
The meet and greet went well. She’s definitely more comfortable with dogs than humans, so I told KJ she needs lots of attention and holding, etc., treats, to get her to bond with us. She’s had a big day and is plum tuckered out. But seems to have picked her spot close to the table.
It has been a busy August, to say the least. I blog about the dogs I bring in. Barb and Ericka are also bringing dogs in and we recently brought in 11 puppies from two different litters. It looks like I might be fostering one, so if I do, I will update the foster side of this blog. Whew!
Here are the dogs I’ve brought in during August.
We got an email from a member about a dog in a shelter (Watanon County Humane Society), that she wanted us to bring in and she would foster. I contacted the shelter and they mentioned another dog they had that seemed to be a smooth collie mix, Copper. I love when shelters will work with us. There are some that won’t, which baffles me. We’re all in this to help the dogs find new homes, eh?
Mufasa is described as a collie/afghan mix who came in to the shelter as a bite hold. He is approximately four months old and was purchased by a teenager in a family that included a six year old child who was not being supervised around the puppy and was slightly bitten. At the shelter Mufasa has been a good natured typical puppy. He was overly lethargic after his neuter, but has now been eating and drinking. Mufasa will need typical puppy training. Housebreaking, manners, etc. He has been neutered, chipped and UTD on shots.
Not much is known about Copper other than that he is a young, mild mannered Collie/Retriever mix, about six months old. He came into the shelter as a stray. He is happy and gentle with kids (no jumping) and gets along with dogs of all sizes. He’s a bit shy, probably because he hasn’t experienced a lot of strange things like cars and doorways, but just needs someone to show him the ropes of indoor living and travel. He has been neutered, chipped and UTD on shots. UPDATE: Copper has been adopted.
Abby is a five-year-old tricolor collie whose owner was recently engaged and has moved into a home with her. His fiance’ is allergic, and her owner thinks the new home isn’t ideal for her. She is great with kids, but prefers to be the only dog. She doesn’t fight, but finds it super offensive when other dogs sniff her behind. She is also super smart and enjoys out-smarting her people, whom she loves. She knows her yard boundaries and never even chases critters beyond the yard line. Abby is, as a lot of collies are, afraid of storms and fireworks. In short, her owner says she is an amazing dog and will miss her dearly, but wants her to be in a better living situation than what he can provide. UPDATE: Abby has been adopted.
Murray is a shy 1.5 year old rough collie who is living in a kennel attached to a garage on a hobby farm. He doesn’t feel attached to his humans, so won’t come when called. He has gotten loose a few times and his family is concerned about his safety. His owners got him when he was five months old from a breeder. He has not been neutered yet. Has had one series of shots, so will need to get updated on those, too. He loves other dogs and is okay with cats, but avoids people. He is curious, though, as he will come up behind you and sniff the back of your legs. We really think he needs more human attention giving him enough confidence to bond. He is not housebroken and has not ridden in a car other than his original trip from the breeder.