December 26, 2019
360/365
Throwback Thursday. VK doing downward dog and Meg meditating VK away. Lol
Miss ya, Meg.
June 27, 2019
178/365
Throwback Thursday. Meg was my sweet Selfie girl. She was petrified of things near her face so I made it a game, Selfie. Over time, her face would relax. I always thought she had human eyes expressing her fears, love and comfort to me. Thanks Meg for being my best first girl! It’s so hard to believe you left me so soon.Miss ya to pieces.
June 13, 2019
164/365
This is my picture of the day and one very sad memory. Meg was a quirky girl but she was mine. My “Selfie” girl. I taught her so much to navigate through the world but she taught me too. Patience, thinking outside the box on dog training, working with toy breeds and love. Thanks baby girl. You are so missed.
UPDATE: My sweet girl, Virginia Kaylie passed away from complications of heart failure and collapse trachea on 3/16/2020. Thank you for fun, laughter and snuggles. I miss you to the moon and back.
As many of you might know, my Mom is a huge animal lover and thrives on rescuing any animal in need. On August 4, 2017, my Mom received a text from one of her girls about a Craigslist ad. It said Re-homing a Senior Chihuahua, (21 years old). I was shaking my head and, with a firm paw, said nope, nope, nope. I knew in my heart that I had nothing to worry about because she repeatedly told my Dad that it was so much easier with one baby. Plus, she doesn’t normally respond to those ads. I did watch her forward an email to a small dog rescue but then, I saw it. The look and knew that she was taken in by the picture and the story.
Mind you, Craigslist can be a very scary place for animals and humans. With that said, my Mom responded to the ad via text and email. The dog owner responded quickly and the conversation began. I was apprehensive and scare for my Mom but, after each bit of information came to light and verified to be true (internet is a great tool, btw), I knew that my Mom had opened her heart again. I was doomed to have another permanent roommate.
See, this is the one time that I think Craigslist did a good thing. My Mom was able to convince the dog owner that she was the best match for her dog. The dog owner, who was rehoming her daughter’s dog who passed away four years ago, didn’t have enough time to properly care for her and felt at ease that my Mom was the best match. To this day, we stay connected with the former owner and share her dog’s new life.
So, please welcome the newest addition to my family, Virginia Kaylie.
What in the world has my Mom signed me up for now? That was the thought that ran through my mind when she brought a 7 month old puppy named, Cooper into our home. Seriously… I wasn’t in the mood to deal with that thing prancing around and getting into my hula hoop space.
As I was perched on the arm of my Queen’s chair, I watched as my Mom showed the foster lady around my palace for their “home inspection”. My Mom was showing where Cooper would stay and outline the schedule he would have tomorrow. Ugh!
I wanted to follow up with he won’t be on this couch, he won’t be eating my food and he will not be lying anywhere near my Mom. However, my Mom is always crawling around in my head. I swear that I felt her pierce my soul and told me to knock it off.
WHATEVER!
Day 1
Let the beatings begin. Well, I tried anyways and not two seconds into that moment, I was shot down by my lovely Momma. I had to establish that I am the Puppet Master. Yeah, I have only three teeth left but that homeboy doesn’t know it.
What was so weird? He didn’t move. Cooper just stared at me like I had three heads. I think he mumbled under his breath when he went to go lay down.
Well, I must have done something right, because I had the whole living room to myself. As 8:30 p.m. came around, I was carried to the second floor and placed into my bed for a good night’s sleep.
Day 2
As my Mom picked me up and gave me kisses, I was saying, “Good Morning, Momma! I had a weird dream and you won’t believe it.” As we took our last steps off the stairs, my eyes bulged out of my head. Darn it! It’s him. The nightmare continues through today. As a Southern girl, I can’t state the words that were crawling through my mind. Let’s just say that May-O-naise, Tartar SAUCE and Sugar JETS were a few choice words that are Mom approved.
Ok, I get it. He is going to be around for a while. He’s being mindful of my space and well, I am getting lots of love and food for being nice. I just have to hold my ground. He will not gain access to my living room.
Day 3
What the heck?!?! MOM!!!! He is in the living room. Excuse me! This is unacceptable. Absolutely not! Mom has no idea that he is sniffing the floor.
Ok, I can’t stop this madness, but I can create another line that will NOT be crossed. I will maintain my couch! I will maintain my COUCH!
After a brief discussion and snuggle time with my Mom, I was told that I have a job to show Cooper the whole yard. Of course, in order to do so, I must go in and out of the house door first. Well, duh, I am the Princess.
Day 4
Did Cooper just do a bum drive by?
Seriously, I think he did. Apparently, he wants his bum kicked!
I thought he was dumb as a box of rocks but apparently, he has been playing me. I am so upping my game. Nobody does a bum drive by and gets away with it.
Day 5
Oh MY GOD! He is on my couch. He is so lucky that I LOVE my Mom. The moment that my mom looks away is the moment that I take him out.
Apparently, there is a rumor going around that my friend, Stella might be interested in having a baby brother. Good, she can have him.
Cooper is apparently trying to spread lies that I want him. I do not want any such thing. I am a widow to a lovely brother/husband, Trevie. I miss him dearly and nothing will replace that annoying but lovable fella.
Day 6
Ok, I have given completely up on my quest to own anything in my house while this pain in the butt is visiting my home. My Mom is allowing him to run the roost. Seriously, she has lost all control. My resting witch face is screaming my frustration. I am getting food for his very presence so I can’t deny treats. It’s my downfall. Plus, he is growing on me. He’s being polite and hasn’t gotten too much into my hula hoop space.
Day 7
Woohoo.. It is meet and greet time! Go Stella Go. Please, Please, Please keep your fingers crossed that this girl likes Cooper. I know Stella’s family likes him but, just like me, she decides who comes into her palace. It’s the Chihuahua way.
Day 8
Winner, Winner; Chicken Dinner! Cooper is going to his new home! Woohoo! Mom says it’s a perfect match. The plus side is that we can visit. What is this we stuff? I am not interested in visiting him. He still thinks that I want him. No, Thank you! I am not interested in a May/December relationship.
Day 9
It’s nice to walk the halls of my palatial estate with no other paws in my way. Mom and I do glance through the window to see Cooper, now named Elliott playing in his luscious backyard. Elliott is being loved by some amazing people and a girl that gets him. For that, I am grateful.
Things that I learned through fostering all of the dogs including Elliott are:
Please do your part by donating money, time or your home.
Fostering helps give pets a second chance on life with a family.
Elliot in his new home.