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Photos of Bailey and Daddy’s field trip

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David took  Bailey out today for some fresh air and exercise so Scout, Bandit and I could have a peaceful afternoon. I took Scout and Bandit for a walk to the library to return some books, and then left them home while I ran an errand. I confess: it was a relief to take those two without having to worry about Bailey home in a frenzy, and to not worry about the dogs fighting while I was gone.

Bandit’s chest is still really swollen, and I think the stress is taking its toll on Scout. So we just hung out and let everyone rest and have access to their favorite napping spots; Scout’s been blocked off from both my office and behind David’s recliner.

And while we were having a much needed, restful and tension-free day, Daddy and Bailey were having  super romp. They went to Mendon Ponds park, Ganandogan, and Hemlock Lake. I think they both needed some outdoor time; she’s never had an wildlife adventure like that.

So far, we’re still on eggshells. David has one more day of vacation, so tomorrow we’ll have another day keeping the dogs separated, and then on Wednesday  Bailey will begin boarding. We’re still checking a couple of places; I want her to be someplace where she’s not “in jail” but we also are really strained financially.

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, dog-wise. Ranks right up there with making the decision to put Natasha to sleep after her battle with kidney failure. This time, though, Bailey is healthy and a wonderful dog with a serious challenge that makes it impossible to live with us. But she’s not impossible to live with the right home. In fact, the right home is going to be wonderful for both her and her new family.

Rehoming Bailey – knowing when it’s time to let go (with UPDATES)

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It is with a very, very heavy heart that I report that we’ve made the decision to find a new home for Bailey. It’s not because she’s a bad dog. It’s because she and Bandit are like oil and water, and it’s become very clear that they can’t live together in the same house peacefully or safely.

I’ve sat down a few times to tell the whole story of Bailey, but it’s too difficult to think about losing a member of our family, and to think about how confusing this must be for her. For now, I’ll just tell you about Bailey and what a great dog she is in the hopes that someone out there may need the loving canine companionship she can give. Continue reading

A “hydrant” kind of day

Sometimes you know the minute you roll out of bed that it’s going to be “one of those days.” This morning, I should have stayed in bed.

Not that anything tragic or horrible happened. It was just one of those dreary, frustrating days when you’re reminded that sometimes you’re the dog and sometimes you’re the hydrant.

Today, I’m feeling like a hydrant. Continue reading

It’s been a quiet week here at The Funny Farm

Oh look. Wildlife in suburbia. Isn't that special?

The last time I checked in, Scout had a bloody nose. I’m happy to report that that’s about the last excitement we’ve had here.

Well, that and the possum that was in the yard. That was pretty exciting. David took the dogs out late one night before we headed to bed, and there sitting on the top of the chicken coop was a possum. Pretty, isn’t he? I guess Bandit smelled him but never looked up so the dog’s didn’t actually see the critter. But for days they knew he was there, sniffing and following his trail.

We live in a village on a small lot; we’re literally feet from our neighbors. I have no idea what this possum was looking for or where he came from or where he’s going. Jim the dog catcher said it was probably looking for food; the chicken run is impenetrable, so he guessed this critter (and others like it) are snacking from the birdfeeders everyone has in their yards. Oh goodie. Continue reading

Mailmen, dog bites, and I can’t write fast enough

I’ve heard writers talk about how they have to write or they’ll explode. I never really felt I could relate to that, but today I think I can.

I was outside with the dogs when the mailman came. Not our regular mailman, so the dogs were especially excited – barking and jumping as I walked to meet the mailman at the fence.

Now, normally, Mike the mailman would wait for me to grab Bandit or make the dogs sit; he’s been great about working with us to help them learn not to bark and jump.

But obviously today’s mailman didn’t know that, so instead of waiting for me to grab Bandit off of the fence, he just reached over as Bandit jumped up. And in a flash, Bandit’s teeth were on his arm. Continue reading

Mailmen, dog bites, and I can't write fast enough

I’ve heard writers talk about how they have to write or they’ll explode. I never really felt I could relate to that, but today I think I can.

I was outside with the dogs when the mailman came. Not our regular mailman, so the dogs were especially excited – barking and jumping as I walked to meet the mailman at the fence.

Now, normally, Mike the mailman would wait for me to grab Bandit or make the dogs sit; he’s been great about working with us to help them learn not to bark and jump.

But obviously today’s mailman didn’t know that, so instead of waiting for me to grab Bandit off of the fence, he just reached over as Bandit jumped up. And in a flash, Bandit’s teeth were on his arm. Continue reading

Bandit writes another letter to Bo Obama about barking & the state dinner

When I got up this morning I found Bandit writing another letter to Bo Obama, the White House dog. He’s invited Bo and the ghost of Abe Lincoln over for a vacation.

I think I need to monitor Bandit’s internet use more closely.

You can read all of Bandit’s letters to Bo the White House dog on his blog, It’s A Dog’s Life.