Aftercare Instructions

Congratulations! Your rescue dog has just been reproductively sterilized and will no longer be capable of adding to the world's population of unwanted pets.

Your rescue dog has just had fairly major abdominal surgery, so please follow these instructions to make the healing process as successful as possible. Keep your dog quiet for as long as you can. No running,

and absolutely no jumping.

Try to keep her from excessive playing with other dogs.
It is very important that the incision stay clean and dry.

So try to stay on sidewalks and other areas that are free of debris.

Meh. So I'm not going to win the Foster Mum Of The Year award.

But it is Maeve's last day with us, and I wanted her to enjoy it!

Yay! Thanks for letting me out of the house finally!

I'm also not going to win the plain old Dog Mum of the year aware either. Not judging by these faces.

Oh yay, she's making me sit like a bunny. Again. Whoopee.

BRAAAAIIIINNNNSSSS. As in, 'grow one' Food Lady.

If I knew how to sit like a bunny, I would totally do it for you, Food Lady.

Kiss ass!

I will sit like a bunny! And then later, maybe I will pee on your bedspread, or eat something important to you.

*sigh* Is she gone yet?

(Excuse me. I cannot sit like a bunny, but I CAN look very sad and implore you to spare a cookie.)

That' s right folks. Tomorrow Maeve is going toward the light - err, I mean, she is going to her new forever home.

We'll all miss her around here. And by 'all' I mean me. I'm pretty sure no one else in this house will care. They will probably all be relieved that her constant energy has left the building.

Little do they know what's waiting for them just around the corner (Tuesday! He comes home on Tuesday!)

I am moving in a week, so won't have time to post much on 3WAAW for a bit. I will however try to keep 365Puppy updated as often as I can, so check in often!

But you know what the best thing about walking with my doggies on a rainy day is?

Pointing the camera down and capturing this:
Awwwww :)

See you soon, readers!

Tick tock, tick tock

Where does the time go?

Can you believe this strapping young lad:

Was once this little guy?

Zomg, Ryan, you got huge!

What?!

Waaaah!! My lost youth! Woe is me.

I guess I've got puppy growth on the bean today, as I ponder what this little feller is going to look like one day.

Since this photo was taken, I'm told his white bits are getting all freckly!

I know you are all VERY excited to watch Spike-o-saurus grow up, but I gotta tell you, I'm afraid!! It has been a really looong time since I raised a puppy (and that puppy was Tweed, which doesn't give me a lot of confidence!) and I've forgotten everything.

But you have been craving a puppy forever, Food Lady! No I haven't - I mean, I have, but I crave puppies in the abstract. Cutiepie wiggly fluffy butts. Not peeing, pooping, chewing no-training machines. Eep.

So you swapped Maeve for a little puppy. You suck. Maybe I do suck, but I assure you, there was no Maeve swapping going on here. I love my Miss Maeven, and she is pretty much exactly the age I would *prefer* to adopt ... because I'd much rather have an idea of a dog's structure, temperament and drive than the unknown of a wee puppyblob. I prefer a little training, an attention span, the Oscar-winning bonus of being HOUSEBROKEN and sleeping through the night. Maeve is SO MUCH WIN. Young adults are a million times better than puppies. You just remember I said that the next time you go looking for a dog to adopt.

Liar. You were going to adopt Spike all along. Nope, I really wasn't. I *heart* the whole litter of pups - again, in the abstract. I loved going to Hilary's house, smergling puppy bellies, and then going home to my well trained* adults. I was not in love with any one puppy. And Spike really was the litter leftover - we received over 100 applications for this litter and exactly zero of them were for Spike. I'm not sure why, but I hope I can raise him right and make all 100 of those people feel like they made a big mistake! (actually, I only want to make 93 of them feel like they made a mistake - the other 7 adopted his siblings, so by default I automatically love those people. They're family now.)

*Woo excepted.

Do you know what the temperament tester said about Spike?

BIG PERSONALITY.

Oh boy. What have I done?

I should've just kept Maeve! Although after today's mud splattered outing, perhaps not too.

What?

Miss Graceful did a faceplant into 6 inches of mudpuddle. And you wonder why she wouldn't make a great agility dog?!

Ridiculous. It was just a little mud. Stupid, fussy, fastidious Food Lady.

It's the worst time to get a puppy too - smack in the middle of my move, no money, no job, right on the heels of Miss Maeve, who leaves 24 hours before Spike arrives ... ugh.

I just hope it doesn't stress the Big Dawgs out too much. They're already going to be sad that we are leaving behind some of our favourite places, like Bridgeman Park in the Fall.

Auntie Jody, did she just say 'no more Bridgeman?'

I just hope that bringing home a tiny humpable will distract Mr. T!

mmmm ... humpable puppy .....

Oh and have I mentioned that Mr. Woo HATES puppies?

Like this puppy, seconds before Mr. Woo informed him he was about to get his butt kicked clear across the Lower Mainland.


There are only 3 things in the world Mr. Woo does not like:
1) lettuce
2) being left behind and
3) puppies.

Great.

Anyway ... got any idea for a name for Spike? I've not come up with anything good for him yet.

And who wants to puppysit for me on Sunday evening, November 1st? My wonderful mum got us tickets to see David Sedaris in Vancouver for my birthday gift.

He's really cute! (Spike I mean, not David)

Do you notice how in EVERY photo of Spike, he is looking straight at the camera lens? Yeah, that might have had a little something to do with my decision ... :)

So Long ... Farewell

It's time to say goodbye!

We had our last puppy visit last night. This weekend the Peanuts turn 8 weeks old. Next week they head off to their new forever homes. A happysad time for all.

Adios, Charlie. Enjoy your new life with Sue and Glee!

What? You're sending me away?!

You're going to LOVE living with Phil and Mary, Franklin!

*yawn* Wake me when we get there.

*zzzzzzz*

Buh Bye Linus. Scott will treat you right!

Yeah uh-huh, whatever, NOMNOMNOM

Make us proud, Lucy. The Deacons can't wait to welcome you!

Put me down. There is havoc to wreak.

And I'm taking this with me.

Patty, please do something with those ears before you go live with Cathie.

I'm affronted!

Sweet Sally, I'm sad to see you go, but Nan is going to love you.

ha ha ha. That's what she thinks. I hope she has lots of pants.

And Schroeder, please don't bite the Jan and Wally in the crotch!

Stop pointing that facebox at me.

Pretty soon it will be time to say good bye to Miss Maeve as well.

Say what?

Today she is meeting what we hope will be her forever home, on beautiful Bowen Island.

Don't make me go! I wuv you :(

BOOHOO! I am so sad about Maeve. But I know she is going to LOVE her new home. No Tweed standing sentry in doorways to prevent her from coming in to visit me. No Piper to flash Mad Teeth (tm) at her every 10 seconds. Two humans who will take her hiking and swimming and trail running - she's going to absolutely adore it there. I wouldn't let her go if I didn't think she would.

So who wants to help me move into my new place on October 30th. Anyone? Hello?

*crickets*

Oh come ON people!! Lend a girl a hand!

I'll let you hold my new puppy, Spike!

(didn't see that one coming, did ya? Heh heh heh).

Seriously though, I could really use some help moving...

I've Had All I Can Stands

I can't stands no more!

For adoption:

One slightly soggy porcupine.

Expands to (almost) normal size dog when shaken out.

Can be modeled after your favourite female superhero:

as well as programmed to "talk"

This dogupine is part of our "Action Pack"

but is offered as a single unit.

Miss Maeven is officially listed for adoption :(

I'm sad. But I can't say Piper's sad.


Free! I'll be free!

Awww shit. GET OUTTA HERE, MAEVE!

And while I'm Mad Teeth(tm)ing Maeve 6 ways from Sunday, could you please ask Tweed WTF he's doing in the shot?

Read my teeth. I. HATE. YOU.

*sigh* One day I will be Maeve-free.

WTF? Are you still here?