Thursday, 15 April 2010

Life with Dog in heat.

Alternate title: My house is speckled with dog blood.



If any of y'all have a female dog, I'm sure you've have that conversation. The one where every other female-dog owner loves to tell you all about the horrors of a season. The dogs that scratched at their door keeping them up all night, the ones that followed them home while they were out for a walks, the female dogs leaving a horrible mess everywhere until the poor owners resorted to doggy diapers (which were readily shredded by said dog), and OH MY GOD MY DOG WAS SO BADLY BEHAVED/ All stories told with a grim smile and a definite feeling of schadenfreude: HAHA I've done it but *you* still have to live through it!

Well, I'm here to say that it's not that bad.

Okay, I'm not gonna lie: I'm glad it only happens every 6 months, and it's not been super fun for poor Hazel. But if you do some pretty easy things it's definitely doable.

First of all, and most coincidentally, our hallway has a dark maroon-y carpet. Awesome. The front room has that horrible red patterned carpet (which I am told is an improvement over the tiles beneath, but I don't know if it is possible to get worse), both of which need to be replaced soonish anyway and the bathroom, kitchen, and living room have tile, vinyl, and wood floors respectively. The only room we needed to keep Hazel out of was the bedroom, as it has a cream carpet. Well and the other bedrooms but A. They've not had any work done yet and B. She's never in them anyway.

This was Bad News. Lemme tell you: the Davemonster and I are not what you would call morning people. Really. By any stretch of the word. Before we got Hazel weekends included breakfast and sometimes lunch in bed and snuggles until like 2. So while Dave drags himself out of bed and off to work every day like a good little bread-winner, Hazel (who is happily also not a morning dog) Hazel and I cozy up in bed and snooze. So this week, we cozy up on the couch, which has been covered with an old duvet. Bah. It is not optimal but one of these days she will stop leaking and all will be comfier again :D

(I feel bloated and want chocolate. Now.)

Luckily (or unluckily, however you want to look at it) Hazel was supposed to have a new training class the day after her season started, so we had bought a lovely long lead and we have used it! Every night when we assume most sane people have finished walking their dogs, we all hop in the car and drive to a field about 10 minutes away. This serves two purposes: 1. there will be no trail for horny boy-dogs to follow to our house, as Hazel is even carried to the car. and 2. Well, duh. Hazel is a freaking cow if she doesn't get exercise. Oh and 3. We go to the field because she doesn't get off the long line and can you imagine that in the woods? Hello tangle. We also went one evening to the only closed-in field in Sheffield so that she could properly run around which is definitely better for her, but is about a half hour away. She doesn't run so much on the lead but she snuffles around and is a bit happier when we get home. This would be so much better if I could drive here because when she started whining to go out at like, noon, I wouldn't have to listen to it for the next 7 hours >_>.

So anyway, while we are being a little bit insane and chauffeuring our dog around to get some exercise, I can't imagine not letting her out. And yes the little blood drops are not optimal but they are cleaning up well. So far we have only experienced the howling dogs when we went to the closed in field for Hazel to spaz around, but they were in their house. I consider this to be going well because there is a lovely boy doggy across the street who is so far very well behaved.

Hazel is mostly normal, if slightly naughty (but I assume this is the lack of exercise, she is still getting much less than she is used to if we go out for an hour each night).

Naughty? Me?!

So, the million dollar question: Will we spay? I have no idea :D I feel kind of bad about it but it would make life easier. Also PUPPIES! But at the same time: Puppies. You know what I'm saying.

Saturday, 10 April 2010

What now?!

Right, as you can see, no matter how we are counting (Julie-retard or Calendar) we have finished our year of Hazel Pictures! So what next?

Well, it's become such a habit to take pictures of Hazel all the time anyway that I imagine I will keep this up. I don't know if it will be every day or once weekly or what yet, but you will certainly still be able to find photos of the world's cutest dog (tm) right here on into the unidentifiable future.

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369, originally uploaded by missjoules.

There is no dog in the picture, I know. Also it is a big mess and I have a DOOR in my back garden. There is also a microwave out there. I am officially a hillbilly. Seriously, we are going to the dump tomorrow.

The dog-related part of this post is that today, for the first time, Hazel jumped from the grass into the house. It's 6ish feet, by my estimation. Which is kind of a long distance to jump, if you ask me. It was even more impressive because she was responding to a 'come,' but maybe she knew she was in for a tasty bit of liver.

She has, I feel I should mention, attempted this jump once in the past. She was still a little pup, maybe 4 or 5 months old? And she made it with her front half but her back half kind of missed and she meeped because I imagine she hurt her tum a bit. I didn't think she would ever try it again.

FURTHERMORE! In the world of crazy coincidences, today Hazel came into season. Aww poor thing she is not liking the not being allowed off lead. But the coincidence is that a few months ago I asked Hazel's breeder when her mom had her first season and he replied *today*. It's crazy weird. Well, a little, anyway.

Also, the training workshops we had signed up for tomorrow and the 24th are bust now. Shame.

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367, originally uploaded by missjoules.
I found Hazel a nice little knotted ducky at the grocery store again, and the thing only lasted like 5 minutes I swear. Well, it is still kicking around but I don't think you could recognize it as duck anymore. This is a shame because it was cute.

OOoooh this was on thursday, so I guess it should be 267/365. I obviously missed Wednesday. My bad. 

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368, originally uploaded by missjoules.

Hazel the celery-munch.

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366, originally uploaded by missjoules.

Right. My weird counting has made it a year on April 6th. We have obviously had some crazy time warp. Who knew.

More of the plant-bringing-inside.

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365, originally uploaded by missjoules.

On Easter Monday we went for our first walk with the Sheffield Dog Walking Group. hazel had the Time.Of.Her.Life. Srslyomgbbbq.

Aaanyway there were loads of photos but I really liked this one because of her tongue!

I should mention that on our 6ish mile hike Haze managed to split both (both!) of her thumb-toes too far from her little feet and got bloody little paws but she didn't even seem to notice because, of course, THERE ARE OTHER DOGS TO PLAY WITH! AND SHEEP! AND WOODS! AND WATER! AND PEOPLE! But in the end she was fine, she licked them for a few days, *freaked out* when I tried to put TCP on them--which I can't fault, the stuff smells awful--and eventually consented to have some savlon put on them.

An amusing anticdote:
When I was putting the cream on Hazel's toes she spazzed out and wiggled like a crazy little camper, so Dave took her and I proceeded to put it on with no problem. I then said "She must have thought she was getting ear-drops again" which caused some crazy wiggly freaking out. So. Hazel, who doesn't always seem to know what "come" means, knows--and Does Not Like "ear-drop."