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Monday, March 14, 2005
Pork Chop Moves In
While determined not to be ruled by this liitle scrap of mutt, I am, on the other hand, trying to accommodate her habits and likes as much as possible. Does that sound like a long way around telling on myself that the dog already runs the house? Uh-huh. The first rule I made was that the dog sleeps on the floor. Didn't happen. The dog squirrelled out a comfortable nest on the bed and I had to sleep on the periphery. Why didn't I yell, "Hey! Get on the floor!" ? I didn't because...I don't know why. Then I went to sleep and woke up in the middle of the night and found that Pork Chop was snuggly weaselled in next to me with her nose on my elbow. I laid there for a minute thinking, "This has got to stop now," and then Pork Chop began to emit tiny sounds and tremble a little bit. I thought, "Gosh, the dog is having nightmares, can't kick it to the curb while that's going on," so I decided to put up with the status quo. The second I made that decision, Pork Chop stopped trembling and making noises. It's like she was listening to me think.
The only good thing I can say is that she is really housebroke and didn't make me get up and take her out during the night. Well, alright. The other good thing is that this is a very cute-looking dog.
Pork chop seems to think I'm either a chair or a dogmobile. The second I sit anywhere, like now, she's up on my lap turns three times, and lies down in a little circle, seemingly asleep. When I take her out to go potty, the instant she's finished, she tries to get me to pick her up.
Have I been tough about anything? Yes. Food. Pork Chop has been on a diet,but she weighs eight pounds still and needs to go down about three more pounds. The foster care person told me to strictly limit her to one fourth cup of dry kibbles twice/day and no treats. Yesterday on the way home, we stopped for burgers and fries. She sat on my lap power-staring at my fries and almost had a heart attack while I ate my burger, finally...in despair...tragically burying her nose under my elbow. I didn't even give her a crumb of fry/burger. She WILL lose the lard. Lydia cried and begged for the dog to get some McDonalds, but I was tough.
Also, I haven't carried her. When we go out, she walks, and that's that. In the house, too.
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