tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40229217048031092272024-03-08T10:52:35.510-08:00eighteen poundsFixing up a busted puppy.bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022921704803109227.post-40420901807548875522011-04-06T19:03:00.000-07:002011-04-06T19:03:54.454-07:0041 and on<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Jodie is fixed, folks. Solidly. She’s running to keep up with Wilma these days and makes it up onto the couch all on her very own. She’s gentle and sweet natured, and that nice comfy medium-smart that makes her quick to learn and eager to please without being cagey or neurotic or obsessed with cows, (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Wilma)</i>. She trusts us, and did from almost the very beginning, which I still find hard to reconcile.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> I think about the speed of her recovery <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all the </i>time. Here are my conclusions: While some rescue dogs take time and hair-rending, nail-biting, up-all-night effort before they come around, others don’t take as much to get back on their feet. Jodie is our easy, happy girl, and we love her dearly. I don’t love her more or less for taking only a little to find her happiness, but it’s changed the way I think about need and all it might take to repair damage.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KtQ9-YfoFs/TZU9w1A1QeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IBvKlxrSpUw/s640/jd2.jpg" width="640" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">We’ve decided to adopt her. No surprise, I realize. She loves us, and we love her back. Also, Wilma thinks Jodie is the best thing that ever rolled into this town, and visa versa—I have no heart or want to separate them.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48fbJv2zKFc/TZU-F1L9NhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/N7q7gScHRII/s1600/jod2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48fbJv2zKFc/TZU-F1L9NhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/N7q7gScHRII/s640/jod2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Because this story was meant to be about her recovery, I think it ends here.<br />
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Thank you for keeping me company, and for your suggestions and well-wishing. I remember outlining my hesitations to a co-worker the day I sent the distraught “ack! I’ll foster that thing” message to Los Angeles—sort of a laundry list of potential disasters I’d just invited into my nice, clean, calm little family. She acknowledged my fears, but also their opposite: that this could also be one of the best things, looking back, that I'd remember. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3yZWNxZShw/TZU-M4UWhqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vzbATTAbkvI/s1600/jod1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3yZWNxZShw/TZU-M4UWhqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vzbATTAbkvI/s640/jod1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>What we did was easier than it was hard, but here’s the thing: that actually doesn’t lessen at all the fact that this totally is one of the best things. I have years of her happiness to be with. It is such a good world to live in where that happens at all, let alone so very, very easily.<br />
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That's love all over her face, promise.<br />
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We didn't mean to introduce them so early, but Jodie loved Wilma from the first time she saw her through the security gate, and started crying whenever Wilma wandered out of eyesight.<br />
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Now they're inseparable. Jodie is very anxious about being left alone, but she takes a lot of comfort in Wilma. Their friendship makes me really, really happy.bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022921704803109227.post-559352227192028652011-03-17T08:00:00.000-07:002011-03-17T08:33:49.692-07:00Day 21Her collar came in the mail today.<br />
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She stood up and walked right out into the yard, like it was the easiest thing in the world.<br />
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She ran around the yard for 20 minutes, and then came and laid down at my feet. It absolutely blows my mind that there are dogs like this out there.bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022921704803109227.post-14440485047404923952011-03-13T13:06:00.000-07:002011-03-13T13:06:20.899-07:00Day 17She's up!<br />
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Not walking yet, but she sat up for the first time today. She's tall, right?bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022921704803109227.post-44008828425982737382011-03-12T09:21:00.000-08:002011-03-12T09:21:10.732-08:00Day 16This dog has become a professional escaper of the bathroom.<br />
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She doesn't ever know what to do when she gets to the living room, but she likes the view.<br />
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Her UTI is finally (finally!) gone, and she's feeling pretty good these days. I don't think she has any pain from her eye anymore, but her hip is still to painful to walk on. Lots of her scooting around and me dragging her back to where she belongs on a folded towel.<br />
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Naughty. Back to the bathroom for you.bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022921704803109227.post-45492192193563699082011-03-11T07:57:00.000-08:002011-03-11T07:57:37.265-08:00Day 15<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vzspgEAo3lI/TXm5JYLxopI/AAAAAAAAADE/qZ3wo90WO9Q/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vzspgEAo3lI/TXm5JYLxopI/AAAAAAAAADE/qZ3wo90WO9Q/s640/15.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She's pretty good at dragging herself around these days. I turned my back for a second this morning, and off she went!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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She's also a clean little puppy these days-- the cone of shame is gone, and she's been washing all the parts she can reach. She's also started relieving herself away from her sleeping area, which she enjoys much more now that it's clean and dry. If she keeps it up, we'll go out this weekend and buy her a real bed to sleep in. </div><div><br />
</div>Also, it turns out that on her bottle of antibiotics, there's a spot for the pet's name.<br />
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<div>It says "Eye Dog." </div><div><br />
</div><div>Too bad we already named her Jodie, you know?</div><div><br />
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She wags her tail in her sleep.bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022921704803109227.post-49778928064615323192011-03-06T15:45:00.000-08:002011-03-06T15:45:07.630-08:00Day 10She was sad most of the day. She still hurts a lot. We're switching antibiotics to try to clear up what looks like the world's meanest bladder infection.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She sometimes cries when I'm not sitting with her, and when I finally gave in late last night, she scooted across the floor and put her front arms in my lap.</div>bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022921704803109227.post-77345374091304089352011-03-05T10:26:00.000-08:002011-03-05T16:35:52.936-08:00Day 9<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-72NS7TN3UdQ/TXLWgGft7EI/AAAAAAAAACg/qNK1bsqejqI/s1600/IMG_7350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-72NS7TN3UdQ/TXLWgGft7EI/AAAAAAAAACg/qNK1bsqejqI/s640/IMG_7350.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div> Resting.<br />
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It's a girl.bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022921704803109227.post-29222538050172126532011-03-04T10:21:00.001-08:002011-03-05T16:42:12.519-08:00Day 8 - Heading north<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-X9Sd7ZHaLak/TXEtsDkDNCI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z_A8H8On1MM/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-X9Sd7ZHaLak/TXEtsDkDNCI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z_A8H8On1MM/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saying bye to Andy and Chelsea. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Heading north.<br />
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And home.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I knit a "thank you for crossing the state of California with a temporarily incontinent dog" hat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After five days at the vet, the dog is spending the night with Chelsea and Andy in LA. That scar in super, super intense. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From Chelsea: "Hard to text, it loves to be pet..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With Dr. Jones in Santa Monica. Its eye was removed on 2.27, and X-rays show a fractured pelvis that will heal on its own. It pees when it's scared, and the clinic staff says it bites and screams. </div>bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022921704803109227.post-26776371553626725722011-02-26T16:12:00.000-08:002011-03-04T10:30:19.076-08:00Day 1- Downey Shelter, Los Angeles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yU2I75J3smE/TWmWf6NIxCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w77rIV3p2GE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-02-26+at+4.05.40+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yU2I75J3smE/TWmWf6NIxCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w77rIV3p2GE/s400/Screen+shot+2011-02-26+at+4.05.40+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">An 18 pound dog is left at Downey Shelter in Los Angeles after being hit by a car. Donations can cover the cost of needed surgery, but shelter will not spend money on a dog without a pledged foster or adopted home. It waits for several days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you to Mindi Memel and friends of <a href="http://ladolcevitarescue.com/">Dolce Vita Animal Rescue</a> for their compassionate work with high risk animals. </div>bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13227479394568438800noreply@blogger.com2