If you haven't read about me before, I am Meydel. That's yiddush for little girl. I'm Boychik's baby sister. Boychik is yiddish for little boy. He's not so little though. He weighs about 90 pounds. He's been around for almost a year. You can read about some of his exploits in the other blogs.
This week I have been in my forever home for three months. We are still going through lots of "Situations".
The biggest one, I seem to have come to my new home with separation anxiety. If they walk out of the room and come back in I have to greet them as if they have been gone for days. I jump on them and snibble on them. I don't have a soft mouth so the snibbling hurts sometimes.
They have to hold my collar and distract me to get me to calm down. Then I let them pet me and love me. They say to each other, "When we google, how to break this habit, there has been no answer for us."
I have learned how to tell Mommy I have to go, but I don't tell her till after I have gone. I run up to her and bark, she looks at me and says, "Oh no, again. You were just out 10 minutes ago." Then we clean up the mess. I am good about going when she lets me out, but I leave it up to her to decide it is time to go. When they let me out I go potty when they ask me to, even if I have just gone . I know what to do and when to do it but when I am playing I just go where I am at.
I can hold it through the night, so that is not my problem. Mommy has a secret. She picks up the water bowl at 9:00 PM and doesn't put it down till I've been potty the next morning.
I do have a couple of pluses. I am a superb watch dog. I sound the alarm even when it's a B & E on a television program. When I watch TV, I think it is something happening in another room.
Today when Dad was viewing the pictures he took of me on his 32" X 18" monitor I looked up, saw myself, and started barking at the Doggy in the window.
Another plus I have, is I am a tattle-tale. When Boychik is doing something he shouldn't I have a shrill bark that brings Mommy running. I use that same bark to tell her when he takes my toys and won't let me play with them.
I love to cuddle and they love to cuddle me. It's when I get rambunctious they get perturbed. I can't just sit on the couch and be petted. I want to rough-house. I want them to let me bite them like I do Boych. Boych lets me pull him by his jowls and never complains.
They were spoiled by Boych. When he relaxes he crashes. He's out like a light in seconds. We've seen him fall asleep with his head up and it drops like a boulder to the floor with a loud heavy thunk.
I'm through the teething stage (I think). They didn't appreciate when I showed them I liked to chew. I tried the corners of the coffee table when they weren't around. They were good but not as good as the newel on the arm of the sofa. After I got reprimanded for those things and decided I better stick to the logs they give me. I've only chewed one tennis shoe, one slipper, one dress shoe, and one everyday shoe. All but one were put up where I supposedly couldn't get them. I decided it wasn't worth getting in trouble for, so I have stopped doing it. They still don't trust me with the shoes.
One of my favorite things they give me to chew is a black walnut. I don't have it long though. Boych chews his up lickity split and then comes to steal mine. I yell for Mommy and she retrieves it and the minute she turns her back he takes it again.
Today it snowed. There is enough snow I can play snow plow with my nose. I really have fun biting at the chunks of snow which pop up. I am really a tomboy at heart. I'll be a little lady soon enough.
other blogs by me:
http://gloriouscreations.blogspot.comA blog mostly about quilting,cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening, Tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts. Check out "A MYSTERY IN THE MAKING"A mystery quilt designed with the novice in mind.
Where I have stories of my cats and other pets
a blog about my courtship with my husband,
and a blog about my most embarrassing moment.
A "Soap box" blog where I do air my opinions.
blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry,
blogs about Seed sprouting, insects, and garden pictures
Blog about an endangered beneficial beetle
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