It took a long time, I know.  But I take the re-naming of said pooches verrrry seriously.  After consulting baby naming books, dog naming websites, reading the names in movie credits and even the street directory I have now found a new name for the other dog.

Again in a nod to her origins, it gives me great pleasure to present Miss (Vespa) Paloma nee Rosealine.  But that too is a mouthful, so for now we’ll stick to Paloma, ok? 


2-IMG_7862Yesterday my friend Indy Gurl and I decided to go for a wander with the dogs. We’ve been on the hunt for a dog friendly, walking-distance-from-home watering hole for a while and not surprisingly we eventually ended up in one.  It was quite a feat to get a table and we happened to be near another older, small dog.  The four of them checked each other out and existed in harmony for the next hour or so.  The sun was shining, the beer was cold, life was good.  Then mid-sentence I heard the most blood curdling series of yelps and whines that no pet owner ever wants to hear.  My little Willow was pinned under the other dog, I could have sworn she was trapped in it’s jaws at one point too.  My instinct was just to get my dog out of there and so I broke every rule there is and thrust my hand in to the mellee but I couldn’t tell head nor tail of one dog to the other.  I put Willow on my lap to check her for injuries and noticed some blood above her left eye.  Later at home I bathed it with hot salty water but it was starting to swell and had me worried.  When I checked on her at 3am it was very infected, tender and she yelped in pain as I tried to clean it.  My local vet didn’t appear to be open later in the morning so with no mobile phone to call around for an alternative I decided to go begging at the Lort Smith Animal Hospital.  They were great and managed to squeeze me in and little Willow just lay rather limp in my arms until it was her turn.  Rob the vet was ace, he did some tricky MacGyver test and turns out she has a graze on the eyeball as well as the cut on the eyelid.  She is now very jacked up on get better meds and will hopefully be back to her old self when I get home from work.  Phew, that was the most expensive beer I ever had!

I still haven’t settled on new names for my dogs so for now they are the bigger black one and the little grey one.  IMG_0574In the soft dim light of the lounge room last night I went to pat the smaller of my two dogs and for a second I couldn’t tell head from tail!  See exhibit A, at left.  But I digress.  I’m dead set committed to breaking my dog’s bad habits and teaching them good manners.  As a stong supporter of reward based training and addictee of the tv show It’s me or the dog I borrowed some dog training books from my local library and got to it.

So far I’ve worked out there are a few dominance based issues with some attention seeking barking and separation anxiety thrown in.  Piece of cake, right?  Well it’s only day 3 of our new regime and so far I’ve got the bigger one to sit and stay and we seem to have nipped a lot of the barking at anything in the bud too.  The little one is eating proper portions now and actually sits rather than just trying to look cute.  I’d say that counts as progress, big time.  Add to that the extra bits and pieces I’ve rigged up for next to nothing (new double dog walking lead, attention diverting noise things, and indoor training rope) and I reckon that MacGyver fella is at real risk of losing his seat at the top!


Foxy Roxie

Foxy Roxie

I love animals.  Not as much as some people, but I have a soft spot for a cuddly little dog in need of a home.  Make that a very soft spot.  My friend get over it is  a classic save-every-pet-you-meet type person.  Heart totally in the right place, and just not enough days in the year or places to put every animal she wants to save.  Bless.  She’ll be pleased to know that I’m a convert of rescuing an animal for my next pet.

I’ve searched high and low for places to find what I’m after.  After living with the too cute Maisy these past few months I’ve been able to test drive responsible doggie ownership and this is what’s on my wish list:
– a woollen coat (I can’t stand dog hair everywhere)
– a small, mixed breed
– a calm temperament.

That oughta do it.  Today I met Tracy who runs Rigby’s Rescue and she is one dedicated cookie!  Not only did she bring Roxie and Rose to play but she brought Jasmine and Kelvin.  It was a regular doggie party!

The delicate Miss Rose

The delicate Miss Rose

Having now met Roxie and Rose I’m more in love with their sweet nature than ever.  The countdown is on for me to find a new house to move in to and make a home for us together. I can’t wait!