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Weekly photo challenge: shine

When we brought Annie home she was still fighting itchy and infected skin. Her coat was just beginning to thicken up and fill in but there were still some patchy areas under her chin and on her chest.  We tried multiple combinations of different medications and antibiotics until we finally found success with her current prescription.  We also add fish oil and a skin and coat supplement to her meals.  The results have been amazing and she now has the most beautiful, shiny full coat.  Her undercoat is coming in thicker and her top coat glistens giving it a reflective quality.  Here she is, shiny and beautiful!

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Annie’s midnight mayhem

A couple of months ago I was mystified by the disappearance of items, mainly from the kitchen.  The mystery has been solved and indeed, Annie is the culprit.

The table outside has also proven to be a source of good crumbs. Sometimes there are leftovers from the the night before after the table is cleared in near darkness.

Are dogs like people in that when one sense starts to weaken another gets stronger?  Annie’s eye sight is compromised, especially in her right eye and sometimes I think her hearing may be getting weaker as well.  However, her sense of smell is just fine and quite precise!  It almost seems that it is getting stronger.  As time has gone by, she has gotten more adventuresome and she has made new discoveries.  Chances are, if she swipes along the counters she might knock something off that is quite delicious.  She has also learned to trust her nose to target specific areas so she’s gotten quite successful with this technique.

Our previous Newf Bailey was always hungry and would get into anything that was left out. We learned to always survey the area before we left the house and look for things that might appeal to her.  Occasionally she would still find something, but it was pretty rare.  She’s been gone for about 3 years and Maisie has no desire to search for food so we’ve gotten pretty relaxed about leaving things out. I am having to retrain myself to make sure everything is put away or out of reach because the bottom line is, if she gets something, it’s my fault that she found it.

We are finally starting to see her true personality.  She is so affectionate and is very silly.  She roams around the house with confidence and I love seeing her so comfortable in her surroundings.  Annie has only lived indoors for the last 2 years.  First in her foster home and now with us.  That has opened up so many new discoveries that she really is like a kid in a candy shop.  Everywhere she turns, there are nice things just for her.  She is warm, she is fed, her water bowl is always full and she has multiple beds to choose from.  When one gets hot or uncomfortable, she just moves.  She lets out little moans of contentment in her sleep and it’s wonderful!  I love seeing her so happy, so really, her joy of discovering treasure when my back is turned is also wonderful.  She has no fear in our house, and that is exactly what I was hoping she would discover.

One morning, I came down and there were paper wrappers all over the kitchen floor.  I was so confused because Annie had come up to bed with me the night before, and was still upstairs with my husband.  I had gone shopping the day before and had stopped into a new pet store and bought a couple of toys and some Nature’s Miracle.  Before I left  a bag of “samples” was thrown into the bag.  They were in a brown paper lunch bag that was stapled shut and decorated with stickers.  I didn’t open it and had forgotten about it when I went upstairs that night. The sample bag was still in the shopping bag in the middle of our kitchen island.  At some point in the night, Annie had tiptoed downstairs, gotten the bag off of the island and torn into the smaller bag finding 3 different food and treat samples.  For a dog with no front teeth, she has proven to be perfectly capable of tearing into sealed plastic bags!

I remembered a story her foster mom told that one night she got up to let one of the dogs out and when she came downstairs in the dark she was greeted by two black dogs that had white faces. In her confusion, she flipped on the light and was greeted by Annie and Rayne and a bag of flour that had been ripped open and strewn about!  Rayne is their #1 scavenger and if something is within reach, she will find it.  This was Annie’s first lesson in the art of midnight munchie counter surfing.

There has been one other successful midnight kitchen raid that resulted in a shredded, empty treat bag on the floor so now the kitchen is surveyed very closely before we head to bed.  The idea that she wakes up, quietly sneaks downstairs without waking us and then returns hopefully with a full belly really makes me smile.  She still has success with mid-day discoveries and this weekend she snatched a loaf of bread that was with a few things that still had to be put away after a trip to the grocery store.  I had run upstairs to change laundry loads and when I came back down there was only 1 loaf where there had been 2.  Sure enough, the plastic bag was ripped open and was in the back of her crate along with a pile of crumbs.  At least it was bread, I had quickly put away everything that I thought would appeal to her (lunch meat, a pot roast, some cheese and butter) but somehow thought the bread was safe.  The answer is obvious, everything must be considered irresistible because she keeps having success.  The only way to guarantee that her waistline wont continue to expand is to remove temptation immediately!

Epilogue: Going home again

Annie had been a part of our family for exactly 8 months and we decided to visit her foster family.

I had been wrestling with this decision since we set the date.  I was very concerned about how Annie would respond to being there again.  I didn’t want her to think we were returning her but I  know that when she was there she felt safe and loved.  In addition, she had proven to me that as long as I was by her side, she was willing to try new places so I decided we should go ahead and visit them.  If it was too scary for her or she didn’t respond well, we would cut it short and return home.

When we pulled into their driveway we were instantly greeted by Tracy, her foster dad. Annie hopped out of the car, and followed us straight through the front door with no hesitation.  This was a big deal for all of us because when she lived here she didn’t like doorways and there was only one door in the house that she was comfortable using. She sniffed around, wandering throughout the house.  She went into the kennel and said hello to the other dogs and then came back into the house.  She was approached by Rio, their big Landseer that I have always suspected was Annie’s favorite.  They kissed each other and then flopped down like no time had passed at all.   She was completely at ease and made herself comfortable without any signs of concern!img_3049

They had recently had a big change in their house with arrival of their first litter of puppies.  The puppies were 5 weeks old and Mama Briar was in the kennel having a break from her little ones.  We all went outside.  It was a beautiful day and the puppies were outside in their play area. I was invited to come into their area and Annie was watching from the other side of the fence.  I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but she did wander over and gave a couple of them a gentle sniff.  She really didn’t show any other interest.  She had done her time producing litters and had no intention of dealing with little puppy teeth again! img_2959To see these sweet puppies, that have been carefully bred and are so well cared for, made me wonder how poor Annie and her puppies had survived. I’m sure many of them didn’t and we continue to manage her health conditions that are a direct result of poor breeding and years of neglect. It was almost too much to consider and I kept reminding myself, that time is over.  Annie is safe, Annie is loved and Annie will never be neglected again. I have no way of knowing how many puppies she had, or where they all are now, I just hope they are living happy, healthy lives.

Throughout the rest of our visit, Annie interacted with their other dogs, made hersimg_3077elf comfortable inside and out and approached both Connie and Tracy to get their attention. When it was time for bed, she followed us upstairs (another thing she didn’t do when she lived here) and settled in for the night.  Before we left the next morning we went for a walk around the property and Annie  wanted to walk along side Rio.  It was so sweet that she still had such a bond with this boy.

This visit was so much more than I ever expected.  Annie had brought us all together and at this point, I feel like we all have a long-term connection.  We have a lot in common and have an easy time being together. Most importantly, we love this breed and the way they enrich our lives. Connie and Tracy genuinely love Annie and they trusted us to take care of her which has turned out so well. I know our time with Annie is limited but when we are ready for our next dog we will return to them, either for a puppy or for one of their fosters since I’m sure they will continue to do that when they can.

Our departure was completely different from the last one.  This time we were not tearing Annie away from a home that she loved. After a good-bye picture, Annie happily hopped into the car on her own.  I think we were all remembering the difficulty we had getting her in the car and Connie exclaimed “she just got in the car…without pooping!”. She was so terrified the first time that she pooped as she was being lifted into the car.  She had made her body into dead weight and it took a great effort from all of us to get her in the car and positioned so that we could close the hatch.  This time, all of the tears were happy tears.  Annie was calm and relaxed as she received good-bye hugs and kisses.  She was ready to go home, to our home. Returning to this home had been good for all of us and now we were going home again.

Discover Challenge: Animal

 

Annie’s long, long, beautiful tail

The way that a dog holds their tail tells us so much.  A wagging tail is almost always good, a tail held high and wagging is really good. I have been anxiously  watching Annie’s tail since the day we brought her home.

“A dog can express more with his tail in minutes than an owner can express with his tongue in hours.”
—Karen Davison

In the beginning, it hung straight down between her legs and the tip actually grazed the ground when she walked.  img_2918After a few days it started to wag. It wasn’t frequent and when it did it was low and slow.  She’d move it maybe 3 or 4 times back and forth and then it would stop. It never wagged when we were petting her, it would stop as soon as she was touched.

Slowly, very slowly, it started to get a little higher.  It reminded me of a helium balloon that would start to rise up and then drop down again. I was constantly watching it, hoping for the day when it would get up above her back. I knew we were making progress with her when she would thump her tail on the ground when I approached her while she was lying down.  Then it started to wag when she approached me.  It still drops as soon as I start to pet her, I think she just gets so absorbed in the affection that she can’t focus on anything else.

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We cheered when it started to raise up in line with her back.

Annie’s whole disposition is so different from the way it was her first couple of months with us.  She is no longer guarded in the house and doesn’t get startled anymore when she comes around the corner and sees one of us. She seeks us out, and pushes Maisie away in order to get all of our attention. Her tail wags most of the time, and occasionally continues to wag when we are petting her–at least for the first few seconds.  It curls more and waves back and forth whenever she is expressing herself.  It has started to raise up above her back but she can’t yet hold it there. Hopefully we will see that sometime soon!

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We are waiting for the day that Annie’s tail gets as high as Maisie’s.