Henleigh had to go to the emergency vet tonight for the first time in her life. It was very scary. She vomited 4 times in 1.5 hours and I was really scared. They tested her for pancreatitis, but that came back negative, thank God!! However, they did give her rehydration fluids, and anti-nausea medicine. She vomited when we got home, but she seems to be sleeping fine now. I stayed up two hours after we got home to make sure the medicine kicked in and she is sleeping ok. I love this dog so much, I don't know what I would do if something happened to my dear baby girl. I love her sooo much.
I was slightly mad at her this morning for refusing to stop peeing in the floor even when I yelled at her. I suppose it's my fault for not taking her out at all though. I was too sick from strep throat and actually even forgot Henleigh had needs too today. I felt awful, so I didn't give her too much crap for it. I learned my lesson, she is going out first thing in the morning tomorrow. It didn't help that the clothes she peed on in the floor were white. Yay. I hope it came out. I put the clothes straight into the washer. Anyway, I need to get some sleep. It has been a long night with Henleigh bear, and we both are tired. We have a follow up visit with her primary vet in the morning, wish us luck and that Henleigh will be ok and stop vomiting!!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Oh the adventures of late..
Henleigh has done many things lately. She has accomplished many horrible things, and some good. Sofia and I took a trip to Nana's house near the end of January, and of course, we took Henleigh. During one of Henleigh's trips outside playing in the fenced-in backyard, we heard a loud commotion in the backyard by the front door. It was very loud and obnoxious. I told Sofia to go see what was going on, and she yelled, asking Henleigh what she had gotten herself into. Henleigh had somehow gotten her collar stuck around the metal rocking chair outside (which can seat 2-3 people) and had dragged it all the way to the door, and was trying to go up the steps. How she did that, I will never know. I'm just glad she's ok and was not hurt seriously by pulling patio furniture with her neck. How strange. She also peed in her crate while there, so we had to wash her blankets. I swear she does these things on trips just to get a rise out of me.
I also discovered two days ago that Henleigh had crapped on the balcony at our apartment. Who knows how many days that had been sitting there without my knowledge. I'm going to have to keep an alarm on my dog's butt so that when she even so much as farts, there is a loud beep I can hear so that I can check on her.
Henleigh has now developed this fetish with gloves and socks. If she finds them, she wants to chew on them... even if they are on your hands and feet. She does not care where or when, she just wants that sock or glove you are wearing, and she wants it now. I have tried to break her of this, but it's going to take more work. She goes straight for your hands or feet every time she wants something. She has also developed this "barking when I want something, or punching you if you don't respond to my bark" attitude.
And last, but definitely not least, Henleigh has now learned to coo. Yes, I said it, coo. Instead of just whining and crying when she goes in her crate and doesn't want to be there, she will coo. I cannot explain it, but at the least I can say it is the most saddening, wretched noise you can imagine. It somewhat sounds like a vibrato crying dog. I just don't even know what to say about it, except she knows what she is doing. She will now also punch you if she wants on the couch and you're in her spot. I'm working on her manners, she is just VERY stubborn.
I also discovered two days ago that Henleigh had crapped on the balcony at our apartment. Who knows how many days that had been sitting there without my knowledge. I'm going to have to keep an alarm on my dog's butt so that when she even so much as farts, there is a loud beep I can hear so that I can check on her.
Henleigh has now developed this fetish with gloves and socks. If she finds them, she wants to chew on them... even if they are on your hands and feet. She does not care where or when, she just wants that sock or glove you are wearing, and she wants it now. I have tried to break her of this, but it's going to take more work. She goes straight for your hands or feet every time she wants something. She has also developed this "barking when I want something, or punching you if you don't respond to my bark" attitude.
And last, but definitely not least, Henleigh has now learned to coo. Yes, I said it, coo. Instead of just whining and crying when she goes in her crate and doesn't want to be there, she will coo. I cannot explain it, but at the least I can say it is the most saddening, wretched noise you can imagine. It somewhat sounds like a vibrato crying dog. I just don't even know what to say about it, except she knows what she is doing. She will now also punch you if she wants on the couch and you're in her spot. I'm working on her manners, she is just VERY stubborn.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Austin Pooper
Well, Henleigh went with us on our road trip to Austin. Me, Sofia, Elisa, and Viviane went to Austin for the weekend for my little cousins birthday party (Presley). She slept fine on the way down there, except she was tooting a lot, stinking up the car, and sleeping in weird positions. Other than that, she did great. When we got there, she refused to potty anywhere. She didn't potty all Friday night.
Saturday morning everyone woke up early to attend the birthday party at 9:30 a.m. Henleigh still would not potty anywhere. We eventually had to give up, put her in the crate, and go to the party, being 30 minutes late. When we arrived back at dad's apartment (where we stayed) we couldn't get into the house because Sofia had locked the bottom lock (on accident) that does not have a key to it. So we had to wait 40 minutes for maintenance to arrive to get into the apartment. Henleigh could hear us outside the door, became stressed out because we couldn't get it, and went to the bathroom. Number one and two both. When we finally got inside, she went on a little walk while mommy got to clean up allllll the mess. YUCK. It was a liquid mess. She is on a change of diet right now, so it was just mushy yuckiness.
Then we had to take her to PetSmart for grooming because she stunk like poop. Then I think she got kennel cough from that PetSmart in Austin, so I'm taking her to the vet tomorrow to make sure. Ughhh. However, that was all the damage she did this weekend. I think she's growing up.
Saturday morning everyone woke up early to attend the birthday party at 9:30 a.m. Henleigh still would not potty anywhere. We eventually had to give up, put her in the crate, and go to the party, being 30 minutes late. When we arrived back at dad's apartment (where we stayed) we couldn't get into the house because Sofia had locked the bottom lock (on accident) that does not have a key to it. So we had to wait 40 minutes for maintenance to arrive to get into the apartment. Henleigh could hear us outside the door, became stressed out because we couldn't get it, and went to the bathroom. Number one and two both. When we finally got inside, she went on a little walk while mommy got to clean up allllll the mess. YUCK. It was a liquid mess. She is on a change of diet right now, so it was just mushy yuckiness.
Then we had to take her to PetSmart for grooming because she stunk like poop. Then I think she got kennel cough from that PetSmart in Austin, so I'm taking her to the vet tomorrow to make sure. Ughhh. However, that was all the damage she did this weekend. I think she's growing up.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Still Terrorizing...
I know it's been awhile since any of Henleigh's escapades have been written of, but I am trying to get back on track with that, since there are so many interesting stories about the little darling.
First, let me update you on what Henleigh has been doing. She went to training with Dale Donaldson after the traumatic event at the place we shall not name that we do not like. He told me she was timid, a little insecure, and probably had fearful aggression. Well, turns out she just thinks I'm playing with her when I tell her to calm down, and she gets riled up and rips shirts and leaves marks on your arms. Close friends and myself call it, "going psycho." We call her psycho dog. Anywho, that is the update on that. She's been doing it ever since she came home from training.
On Thanksgiving she was boarded because mom did not want to deal with all the dogs at her house and possibly all of them fighting because her dogs are territorial. So, Henleigh did not get to spend her first Thanksgiving with us, which made me sad.
However, Christmas is a different story. On Christmas Eve, Henleigh and I ventured to Nana and Pop's house. On Christmas, Henleigh propped herself on the counter and nibbled at the edges of the pie that was sitting on the counter. My stepdad yelled, "I'm going to beat that dog if she gets into the pie!" I said, "No you won't because she's my dog and no one is touching her." He said, "Yes I will if she gets into the pie." Then I said, "I will go home if anyone touches my dog, it's no one else's dog to touch." Then the discussion was over because I was about to blow up. Anywho. She did pretty good at Nana's though, despite crawling over Nana's head to get to mom on the couch. That didn't make Nana feel very good. Then after three nights at Nana's we traveled to Mammy and Papabeach's for Christmas there. Well...I took her out to potty multiple times; then after the last time I took her and she did nothing, she came inside the house and pooped. After she finished she ran off like a scared child, because she knew what she did was wrong. We took her on a trip to meet daddy with his truck, and she saw a cat in the window at one place we stopped, and she nearly broke out of the car trying to get to the cat. She finally calmed down when we left. She has tried to eat Mammy's Christmas decorations numerous times, and has been successful a few. She leaned on the counter to grab some cheese, but we're not sure if she got any or not. The nastiest thing she has done so far is go psycho on me outside just awhile ago after she pooped. I don't know if she feels liberated after she poops and just goes wild because she feels relieved, or what is going on. All I know is she pooped, came at me as normal with teeth bared, and started trying to rip my jacket and eat my arm (as always) she never really hurts me, just leaves little marks. I really believe she just has a lot of energy and wants to play. Anyway; the scary part was that her collar came of in the scuffle, and I was so scared that I held her fat by her neck, through the pain, while she knawed on me, just so I could hold her down on her side to rest so I could put her collar back on. I was more worried about her getting loose and running away than my arm at the moment. I know it seems crazy but I was so scared she would run away if I didn't get that collar back on. I love my dog. Maybe I'm the psycho one?
She is now in the crate sleeping, after finishing her Kong filled with treats and peanut butter. She's so adorable when she sleeps...
First, let me update you on what Henleigh has been doing. She went to training with Dale Donaldson after the traumatic event at the place we shall not name that we do not like. He told me she was timid, a little insecure, and probably had fearful aggression. Well, turns out she just thinks I'm playing with her when I tell her to calm down, and she gets riled up and rips shirts and leaves marks on your arms. Close friends and myself call it, "going psycho." We call her psycho dog. Anywho, that is the update on that. She's been doing it ever since she came home from training.
On Thanksgiving she was boarded because mom did not want to deal with all the dogs at her house and possibly all of them fighting because her dogs are territorial. So, Henleigh did not get to spend her first Thanksgiving with us, which made me sad.
However, Christmas is a different story. On Christmas Eve, Henleigh and I ventured to Nana and Pop's house. On Christmas, Henleigh propped herself on the counter and nibbled at the edges of the pie that was sitting on the counter. My stepdad yelled, "I'm going to beat that dog if she gets into the pie!" I said, "No you won't because she's my dog and no one is touching her." He said, "Yes I will if she gets into the pie." Then I said, "I will go home if anyone touches my dog, it's no one else's dog to touch." Then the discussion was over because I was about to blow up. Anywho. She did pretty good at Nana's though, despite crawling over Nana's head to get to mom on the couch. That didn't make Nana feel very good. Then after three nights at Nana's we traveled to Mammy and Papabeach's for Christmas there. Well...I took her out to potty multiple times; then after the last time I took her and she did nothing, she came inside the house and pooped. After she finished she ran off like a scared child, because she knew what she did was wrong. We took her on a trip to meet daddy with his truck, and she saw a cat in the window at one place we stopped, and she nearly broke out of the car trying to get to the cat. She finally calmed down when we left. She has tried to eat Mammy's Christmas decorations numerous times, and has been successful a few. She leaned on the counter to grab some cheese, but we're not sure if she got any or not. The nastiest thing she has done so far is go psycho on me outside just awhile ago after she pooped. I don't know if she feels liberated after she poops and just goes wild because she feels relieved, or what is going on. All I know is she pooped, came at me as normal with teeth bared, and started trying to rip my jacket and eat my arm (as always) she never really hurts me, just leaves little marks. I really believe she just has a lot of energy and wants to play. Anyway; the scary part was that her collar came of in the scuffle, and I was so scared that I held her fat by her neck, through the pain, while she knawed on me, just so I could hold her down on her side to rest so I could put her collar back on. I was more worried about her getting loose and running away than my arm at the moment. I know it seems crazy but I was so scared she would run away if I didn't get that collar back on. I love my dog. Maybe I'm the psycho one?
She is now in the crate sleeping, after finishing her Kong filled with treats and peanut butter. She's so adorable when she sleeps...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
It's Been Awhile...
Well, Henleigh and myself have been through quite a lot since last I wrote. She went to training at K-9 University, learned nothing, and got staff infection there. Then she went to training with Dale Donaldson, who actually DID train her, and so now she is better. I am now in a dispute with K-9 University and their sorry morals. Anywho!
Henleigh has been pretty good, except she has a temper tantrum once a night. She hasn't had an accident since she came back from Dale's, except once, yesterday. She pooped in the floor by the door, and stared at me. I knew she did something. We have gotten past that and moved on. She made a new friend named Eric. She really likes him. :)
She has now discovered the windows by the balcony, and she enjoys looking out of them and creeping on the neighbors and people passing by. The Vet below us was putting up their new sign this morning, so I sat on the balcony with Henleigh and let her watch, she loved it. We took a moment out of our day to smell the sunshine, so to speak. My dog calms me, I love her, even though she's a stinker.
P.S. We're on a cheaper food now. Wellness was a little high.
Henleigh has been pretty good, except she has a temper tantrum once a night. She hasn't had an accident since she came back from Dale's, except once, yesterday. She pooped in the floor by the door, and stared at me. I knew she did something. We have gotten past that and moved on. She made a new friend named Eric. She really likes him. :)
She has now discovered the windows by the balcony, and she enjoys looking out of them and creeping on the neighbors and people passing by. The Vet below us was putting up their new sign this morning, so I sat on the balcony with Henleigh and let her watch, she loved it. We took a moment out of our day to smell the sunshine, so to speak. My dog calms me, I love her, even though she's a stinker.
P.S. We're on a cheaper food now. Wellness was a little high.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
$3000 and Rising
I think my dog costs me a lot of money. Especially when she starts chewing up my clothes. She chewed up one of my favorite camisole shirts. It was a special kind of purple, but not yet a lavender. Then, today, she chewed up the shoes I wear with it that are the same color. Well, I guess she eliminated that color all together from my wardrobe. Then I discovered she had chewed the tongue out of one of my converse shoes, which I LOVE. I do not know how she does it. They were not even close to the crate. I honestly believe my dog has powers. She moves things with her mind. She's tricky, and I do not like it. I need to take further measures in assuring the safety of my clothes and shoes.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Pooping, Swimming, Pooping
When I took Henleigh to Mammy & Papabeach's house this last weekend for Father's Day, one of the first things she decided upon was to poop in the hallway. Later that night when I left her for three minutes to get water, she pooped in her crate. While I let her out of the cage so I could clean up THAT mess, she goes and pees in the floor beside me. It was chaos. Then she likes to go sniff what she's done. As if it isn't enough to do it in the first place against her better judgment, she has to sniff it and get in the way of the cleaning process. She finally managed to poop one last time in the hallway before we left as well. She just did it on purpose, I truly believe it.
After coming home, I let her outside to go to the bathroom for approximately 5 minutes. I walk outside to discover her swimming in the pool, and creeping up the pool steps. If they had such a thing as Baywatch dogs, she would think she was in it. This is one time I did give in and threw toys in the pool for her to retrieve. She was already wet, what's the harm? Well, I ended up wet too.
Finally, a week after that weekend, I took Henleigh with me to sign an apartment lease. I went into the model apartment to take pictures for my family, and little baby bear accompanied me and the leasing agent. Henleigh then makes her big impression and poops in the kitchen of the model apartment. I don't really get embarrassed easily, but that was like your child pooping their pants in public and you not having a diaper. It was a little embarrassing. So, Henleigh is grounded from fun trips for the rest of this week.
After coming home, I let her outside to go to the bathroom for approximately 5 minutes. I walk outside to discover her swimming in the pool, and creeping up the pool steps. If they had such a thing as Baywatch dogs, she would think she was in it. This is one time I did give in and threw toys in the pool for her to retrieve. She was already wet, what's the harm? Well, I ended up wet too.
Finally, a week after that weekend, I took Henleigh with me to sign an apartment lease. I went into the model apartment to take pictures for my family, and little baby bear accompanied me and the leasing agent. Henleigh then makes her big impression and poops in the kitchen of the model apartment. I don't really get embarrassed easily, but that was like your child pooping their pants in public and you not having a diaper. It was a little embarrassing. So, Henleigh is grounded from fun trips for the rest of this week.
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