Showing posts with label Violet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Violet. Show all posts

1.08.2014

Who rescued who?...


We have always adopted rescue dogs as our pets.  I am a big believer in giving a pet a second chance, showing them what a good life looks like, and providing a forever home.

Last May we decided to add another fur-baby to our family.   I was worried about how Jack would react, what if the dog wasn't good with kids, the extra vet costs, food, etc.

Yeah.  Like most things, I worried about stuff that turned out not to be much of an issue, because look at this face:


She came to us so scared and withdrawn.  She would run to the back bedroom if anyone showed up, and bury her head in the crook of our arms if we were holding her.

She wasn't potty trained.  A huge non negotiable for me, but after some time and training she got it- doggie door and all.

She chewed on things.  I tether trained her and reinforced her good behavior with praise.   (and lots of low fat cookies ;)

She didn't sleep through the night.  I could barely handle this with human babies.  Momma gets a little nutty without a solid eight hours of sleep.  But now she runs to her crate at night to be tucked in and has some chew bones for any busy work needed for middle of the night.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a bit rigid in how I want things in our home.  Being OCD doesn't help, but even beyond that I have some unrealistic expectations when it comes to kids and dogs.

Violet has helped me with that.  She taught me that it was okay to not be perfect.  That love would turn things around.  That a relationship had to have a level of trust established before it could move forward.  Most importantly, it was okay if there were a few chew marks in the baseboards.   Amazingly, the world would continue to spin.  

When you think about it, Violet has done a lot more to help me than I could ever do to help her.  She has proven to be much more flexible and willing to learn how to adapt - more than I could admit to being.  She trusts us and loves us unconditionally.  She no longer runs to the back room when someone comes into the house.  Instead she runs to them wagging her tail as if to say, "Hello!  Welcome!  This is my home and these are my people!  It's great, huh?"  She is like a different dog than the one who was introduced to us just eight months ago.

But then again, because of her,  I'm different now too.

8.14.2013

Against all odds...

I swear this new pup has a personal vendetta against rugs.  We lost our pricey rug, because she came to us without ever having been potty trained.  We tried to save it, but in the end the rug had to go...


We played taps and my husband cried.  Just a little.

"My name is Violet, you killed my father, prepare to die!"


Since we now have Violet potty trained we reintroduced old rug that was there in the first place.  Which was awkward because we had kicked it out to our bedroom.  Kinda like getting together with your ex only to realize once again why you broke up with him in the first place...



Nothing fancy, just sisal with some black trim.

"Hmmm....it just needs a little something..."

Then Violet decided that she didn't like the new/old rug.  So she puked on it.  I kid you not.

Phantom puke stains...
So that rug was retired.  Another round of taps.  Travis didn't even tear up this time...he's numb to it all.

Off to Lowe's to buy an indoor/outdoor rug.  Because at this point I was seriously entertaining the idea of Astroturf.

Then I remembered my colour scheme and nixed the Astroturf idea.  Instead we went with this outdoor rug.

The roll wrinkles will smooth out in time...


We are taking bets to see how long Violet allows this rug to exist.  Go ahead...place your bets!

5.15.2013

You know your a fur-mommy when...

I've been dealing with our new little girl and what is known as "reverse sneezing".  Which to my mind leads to imploding and snot spray.  There is nothing cute about snot spray.  Even when it comes from this sweet little face...


We have seen the vet and he prescribed antihistamines for her "allergies".  Ironic, since I too have allergies- to dog fur.  (I have dogs anyway- my belief is that a doggy makes the cottage, so allergies be damned)

Then last night this guy decided to wake me up by making that tell-tale retching noise...


And then promptly puked all over his new beautiful bed.  You know you are a fur-mommy when you are up at 3 a.m googling "how to remove dog vomit from burlap".    Good times.

Everyone is fine now that the sun is up.  Funny how one's getting sick and lack of sunlight seem to coincide...

Travis is working all week, but the library project is a green-light "GO!" as of Friday :)   A few other things are brewing here at the cottage as well as some major changes that I will be talking about soon...

Until then- have a wonderful Wednesday!