Doggie Drama, Film at 11

There is no sweeter dog than my man Cowboy, but he sure has given us a run for our money already, figuratively and literally.  We haven't even had him for a week yet, but it's been downright newborn-ish around here.  And that's not in a good way.  The poor guy must have been really damaged by being abandoned because he immediately became super-duper attached to me, following me everywhere, and howling when I went to the gym. (Going to the gym makes me want to howl sometimes, too!)  Daddy Mac and Sam were feeling a little left out of the love fest.

The real problems started when he started having diarrhea in different places all over the house!  GROSS!!!!  I knew Cowboy was officially my dog when I was cleaning up the eighth mess at 5 AM.  The poor guy, but it was definitely poor us, too.  Ugh!  After Sam's room was a target, he kept saying, "This was a big mistake!"  Anybody have any good ideas how to get these kinds of stains out of rugs?  Aieeeee!!!!

So after talking to the vet off and on for a day and a half, I finally just dropped him off there.  I had no idea what to do after he ate boiled chicken and rice once but then wouldn't touch it again.  Where to you go from there?  There is only one answer!   Sooooooo, Cowboy spent 24 hours at the vet, aka Hotel Cowboy.  I've got to admit I really enjoyed the respite.  It was a great chance to try out various stain removers.  We picked him up tonight, though, and my heart sang as he ran over to us, his ears flopping away.

As for Louise, that's ANOTHER story.  This 16-year-old cat with no claws walked over to Cowboy, touched noses, and hissed right in his face.  Now Cowboy cowers when he sees her, hiding his face and behind anybody whose legs are handy.  It's downright hilarious.  Louise has been quarantined on one side of the house much to her displeasure.  (See above.)  "Supervised visitation"is the name of the game right now, more for Cowboy's protection than hers.  She's a feisty one all right.  When he was at the vet, she strutted around like she had chased that outlaw all the way to the state line.  Now he's back.  Ouch.  She seems to be liking her "mother-in-law's apartment" over the garage more and more!

Stay tuned for more doggie-birth-control stories, but he is a great little guy with a huge heart.  What's not to love?

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