Sunday, January 11, 2009

Roxy, the Rottador Princess

So we picked Roxy up from the vet Friday evening, after Slogger got off work. She was a bit sleepy and groggy from the anaesthetic, but still sweet. The folks at the shelter (may their lights ever shine!) gave us a collar, a leash, a crate, and lots of advice. Really, we are VERY happy with them. Well, except that we found out yesterday that Roxy's mom was put to sleep after they determined that she was too dog-aggressive to be adopted. I'm trying to imagine what Cesar would say about that.

That makes us a bit sad, but the good news is that we have our new little puppy to keep us entertained and smiling. And really, we are both amazed at how much she makes us smile.

But anyway, to get back to the chronology. Friday night we put Roxy in her crate when we were ready to go to bed. We had decked it out with a hot water bottle, lots of old towels, a clock, and some chew toys. She cried for about 20 minutes and then -- with a sigh that I've heard from MANY teenagers in my years as a teacher -- she went to sleep. We got her up twice during the night to go outside and pee, and each time she cried a little less before she went to sleep. I think she's going to be fine with the crate in just a few days. Saturday night she only cried for 10 minutes, and less every time we got her up. Of course, on Monday we'll have to leave her in her bigger crate while we go to work. We'll both be coming home at lunch -- or on some days both of us will -- to take her out and get her some exercise.

On Saturday, we had planned to drive over to the nearest big city to buy some things at Petco and to to pick up our new hot/cold water dispenser. We were just about ready to go when Roxy came running into the kitchen, dripping blood all over the floor. After a few moments of freaking out, we calmed down, picked her up, and called the vet. I guess they glue the skin together over the incision, and she had knocked that loose jumping over a low fence in the front yard. Most of it was fluid, but the vet kindly came in on Saturday, stapled her shut again, and wrapped her in a beautiful blue and white bandage. AND didn't charge a cent for the staples, the time, or the antibiotic. We decided to head on over to Petco, where Roxy was the CUTEST DOG THERE. And that's not just me saying -- everyone else was captivated by her. Of course, she's a puppy, and there's nothing cuter than little puppy faces. She was not afraid of anyone or anything -- people, huge dogs, etc. Very friendly and outgoing, consistently. Plus as we were heading out the door, I looked down at her and realized she had picked up a little pink stuffed animal to carry out with her. Shoplifting! At such a young age!

The cats have not yet come to terms with the interloper. Loner is hanging out with us, but he's gotten chased a few times. Marty has adopted the space behind the washing machine in the basement, but she did come upstairs for a few moments last night. I feel certain that all will be well in that arena with time.

In other news, classes start on Monday, plus we have two candidates for our big search coming in. This means I'll be having breakfast with the first candidate on Monday at 7. Erg.


Amanda@Lady Scientist said...

Aw! She's adorable! I love that puppy stage :-)

Lackademia said...

Oh! I remember when my black lab was that age. He's still wonderful at almost 6. Congrats on your new family member.

Brigindo said...

She is too cute for words. I'm very jealous. Pupzilla is dog aggressive so we can't have other dogs but I would definitely have one if I could.


Jen said...

Oh, she IS cute!! :) Have fun with her, and hopefully she doesn't eat too many of the nice things around the house! :)

Shannon said...

What a cutie! Makes me miss my dog back in NJ.
Oh and finally returning the comment love, you left one a long time ago on blog Loaded Learning. Getting better at remembering to comment :-)
Enjoy the new pup!

Brigindo said...

When you get a chance drop by and pick up an award.