A ride and a hike--what a great way to spend an afternoon!
Hi all, Lily the Corgi here. Well, since mama and daddy were away last weekend, it's been a couple weeks since we've had a blog post so we have LOTS to catch up on.
So a week ago Wednesday, Keisha the foster dog went away to get her spay surgery. When she came home she was pretty loopy for a day so she stayed out of our way, which was pretty nice. By Friday, though, she was back to her puppy-acting self. That day, mama and daddy packed up early and left us to the able care of our Aunt Vicky. We all love our Aunt Vicky, but Lucy is especially close to her. Lucy had been having so much trouble dealing with Keisha that it was nice for her to have Aunt Vicky here to give her some special attention.
On Saturday morning, Aunt Vicky's niece Laura (who also fosters dogs for the same rescue as my mama) came to pick up Keisha to take her to an adoption event at Petsmart. That's where I met mama and daddy! Anyway, Laura took one look at Keisha and thought she was the cutest thing ever (you can't see it, but I'm rolling my eyes right here.) Long story short...we never saw Keisha again; she'll now be living forever with Laura as her mommy. Mama teased Laura and said it took real talent to have a foster-fail with someone else's foster!
Mama and daddy came home Sunday night, smelling like our friends Morris and Sophie (they are labs who live in Missouri where mama and daddy were visiting.) I'd like to have gone to visit, too, but I'm glad I got to be here with Vicky. We aren't allowed to go to visit those friends because of cats--mama is afraid I'd treat them like squirrels. I'm not saying I would or wouldn't...I like to be mysterious like that.
On Thursday, mama got an urgent call from the rescue about a little dog that was about to be put down. In our state, strays are required to be held for 5 days at the pound to give time for owners to call for them, but if a dog is surrendered by its owner, there is no requirement for it to be kept at all. The shelter our rescue works with keeps dogs as long as they can, as long as there is space. Well, it seems they had a batch of dogs coming in, no space, and a little guy who was an owner surrender who would be killed to make room for a dog they were required by law to keep--unless mama would come get it and foster it. Of course, mama said "No Way." Right...if you believe that, let me sell you a bridge.
So mama came home with this pitiful excuse for a dog. He's a little black thing, smaller than all of us, and I have no idea what breed he is. He had coarse, ugly brownish-black dull fur and was afraid of EVERYTHING. He was afraid to come in the house and afraid to go out of the house; he is afraid for anyone to walk by him; he's afraid to be walked on a leash; he's afraid to be picked up; he's afraid of the food bowl and the water dish. It is truly pitiful. I have never met such a scared dog before--and I live with Fraidy Sadie!
See, after a bath he doesn't look half bad.
The new guy's name is Casper, but mama says she can't bring herself to call a black dog Casper, so right now we're still looking for a good nickname. He's terrified of all us girls, so he causes no trouble; he's certainly not going to get in the way or bother any of us. He has no idea what toys are about and doesn't understand how to romp or wrestle with daddy. He has figured out that it is nice to snuggle up by mama and get a little scratching. Yesterday, mama gave him a bath and it scared him so badly he pooped in the shower. When it was all done, though, we found out he didn't have coarse, ugly hair but is soft and silky and shiny black. I have about 98% confidence we'll be keeping this guy--mama is saying things like "no one is ever going to take him; he's too closed down" and "if he ever gets used to us it would be a shame to make him start all over again somewhere else." Yep, whatever he ends up being called, I'm thinking we've gotten a new brother.
For the last couple of weeks, we've had rain almost every day. Long, slow, steady rain followed by hard, pouring, drenching rain; and then light, gentle rain--and then it starts the cycle all over again. By now, we are having huge amounts of flooding. Our own home is in no jeopardy, except that our backyard is quite a marsh, making potty trips a trial. But there are neighborhoods nearby that are under water. Our Uncle David and Aunt Becky in another city were bailing water out of their house last night when their little creek overflowed its banks and started coming at them.
Yesterday, mama and daddy loaded all us dogs up and took us to a little town near where mama grew up. There is a dam there with a thing called a spillway that mama said would be pretty amazing to see after all this rain. Getting started on the trip was pretty memorable as the new guy was so scared he pooped on mama, but after that was cleaned up everything went fine. We got to walk around at the dam and mama and daddy took lots of pictures. The water was very high and rolling and loud; I wanted to swim in a mud hole but I did NOT want to swim in that flood water! Wow!
Mama says back there, under where the water is calm, there is a HIGHWAY!
I've never seen water like that before. As much as I love to swim, that's a sight to make even me stop and think about the power of nature. Some people have been swept away around here by flood water. Mama said even a fire fighter was drowned last night trying to evacuate some people from a flooded apartment complex. We usually have tornadoes; this flooding business is new to me! They say 6 inches of water will knock a human off their feet--of course 6 inches of water covers half of me--and that 2 feet of water can float a car. So please, everyone, stay out of the flood water, even if it seems pretty shallow.
After we did the flood survey, we went to a little Sonic-type eating place and we got a nice tray of tater tots. Even the new guy ate tater tots; he's afraid of dog food but he will eat tater tots--mama says he probably ate nothing but table scraps all his life. Personally, that doesn't sound so awful to me, but I know it isn't healthy so, I guess it isn't the most loving thing (but I bet it tasted good.)
And last night and today, you guessed it, more rain. I really need to get back to some intense squirrel patrol but mama and daddy get all weirded out when I get muddy in the yard, plus the squirrels aren't coming out much in the rain. So, I'm spending some quality time stretched out on the floor or the couch, getting some beauty sleep.
Til next time, try to keep dry!
Love ya,
Lily the Corgi
Waiting for our
tater tots.
More big water.
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