Poppy's Fun Day

Popcorn had a fun play day last week. Cru is feeling better, too!

Hello. Ginger here. Today started pretty well, even though Popcorn kept all of us up until 2 AM this morning doing strange things. Holly took us for a walk in the sunshine. I thought it was funny because she would poke Popcorn with her cane every so often during bad dog moments. Mom is having trouble walking right now due to the MS and has to stop a lot and crouch over and wait for the pain to pass. I am very patient because I am just a very mellow dog. But Popcorn is another story. In order to keep some kind of control with us she uses a leash that is elastic and ties around her waist. She hooks us both up to it.

I think she needs to see the dog whisperer, but whatever...I am not the problem...it is that naughty blue thing. She needs to show it who the pack leader is. Mom spent most of the morning cleaning things and building some shelves in the bathroom and cooking polenta lemon cake. I think she is working too hard but she can't seem to help it right now with the medicine she is on. I wish she felt better, but I try to help with my special fuzziness.

Full Moon?

Ah...no...I don't think so. However, Popcorn is acting very strange. Of course, we all know that Ginger is my absolute favorite...mainly because we are bonded beyond any level of normalcy, but Popcorn is definitely worthy, too. She is not as fuzzy as Ginger, but softer. For those of you who know Ginger it might be difficult to believe that any dog could be softer. Popcorn has baby fur all over except for a course patch on her back. Her ears are big and soft, too. She talks to me. She has a range of sounds that I've honestly never heard in a dog before. Sounds such as "boof", "purr", "Blrrr", "woooooWowoo", "nuf", and "eeeyou". Each one means something different. She also has a little dance she does...well several different dances. Last night when I went to bed, Popcorn, who usually doesn't sleep in my room, came in and starting obsessing on Bubba the bad ass kitty. It wasn't a "dog after cat" kind of obsession, but instead, a need to kiss the kitty over and over again and snuggle the kitty and get the kittie's attention. She was "boofing" the kitty and giving kitty the "paw" and licking the kitty and staring at the kitty. It was really sweet. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep through it...so had to put the smack down eventually. Popcorn ended up snuggling with me all night. I love her.

Scrapbook from Ginger

Hi everyone, Ginger here. I thought my mommy was posting too much stuff about that crappy Popcorn so I wanted to tell my story a bit. As you know, I am a formerly fat, currently fuzzy red heeler. I was probably the runt...or so they tell me because I am a bit smaller than usual and have my own way about me. I am not very social. I don't know exactly where I was born...somewhere in Eastern Idaho. I lived with a family for awhile...about 6 or 8 years maybe in Tetonia, ID where I roamed the streets eating snacks and getting really fat. My original people couldn't keep me anymore because of a new job so they took me to the shelter where I was absconded away by Cupcake, who used to run the Animal Adoption Center in Jackson. Apparently fuzzy red heelers are popular...the fat ones especially with the older set. Cupcake put a picture of me up on the wall that said "don't hate me because I am fat." A couple of people were interested in me...a shopkeeper who wanted a low-maintenance dog for the store, and a chubby German kid. I met my mommy at the Adoption Center. She was volunteering and already had taken in 2 horrible cats. She was nice and I liked to stare at her. She kept fostering me but wouldn't commit even though I was really good. One day, after several weeks of fostering, the little chubby kid wanted to take me for a walk and I refused. I sat like a tank in the middle of the floor and stared at my mommy-to-be. I gave her the look...and the next day...she took me home for good.
I knew she would be a good one. She didn't even mind that I leak a bit...although I did have to wear Nemo diapers
for awhile which was humiliating and not very effective. She took me all kinds of places...I used to float down flat creek on an innertube after work sometimes. She would throw me in and watch me float away. I was really fat for a long time, but lots of stuff has happened in the past few years. For one thing, I lost an eye.
I don't really know what happened. It just got all gooey and the next thing I knew, I only had one. Mommy took me on a fire dispatch detail in California right after my surgery and all the people in the office kept sneaking me sandwiches cause I looked so horrible. Now I am skinny because mommy added Popcorn to the family and I developed acid-reflux disease.
Life is still good, though. Today I ate a marrow bone and got to go for a car ride.