A Tail of Woe

Last Friday Seva was spayed, so for the past week she’s been mostly confined to the house. I put away all of her balls, blocked the stairs, and forbid anyone excite her, never mind wrestle with her.

This poor puppy. It’s very hard.

The day of the surgery, I picked her up from Oak Knoll Animal Hospital. We love our vets, but it’ll be best if she doesn’t remember this visit–and I’m sure she won’t thanks to the anesthesia! She wagged her tail a little, then sprawled on the floor. After a lot of coaxing, I got her out the door and halfway to the car, then she lay down on the sidewalk. After more coaxing I got her to the car and she hopped inside as soon as the door was open. There was no way I was going to get her in the back seat, so she rode home in the footwell in the front, snoring all the way. She conked out in the snow beside our driveway, too. I think it took us half an hour to get home with all the naps between the vet and the house!


Seva coming home


Last night Scott sat on the floor and she climbed on him, put her face in his, and grabbed his hand in her mouth to nibble on it. These were all clear invitations to play, and all Scott could do was sit there and laugh sympathetically.

This morning, Seva was feeling really good, romping around the kitchen and dining room, so I opened the hallway to her. Little did I know, at the end of the hallway was an open door. Long story short: she swallowed one of the kid’s socks.

We didn’t know for sure, even after sticking my fingers down her throat and doing a sock count in the kid’s room. Just to be safe, I force-fed her 2 tablespoons of hydrogen peroxide and waited.**

She barfed 7 times. The sock came up in round 4. ICK!

Our morning started out so good, too!


I can’t believe you made me swallow that!


The Wonder Dog is not having a very good week, but it has to get better from here!


** It’s 1 teaspoon of hydrogen peroxide / 10 pounds of dog.

It’s Her Birthday!

March 19, 2013

The Birthday Girl


Seva is one today!

We celebrated her birthday with song and dance. (Okay, we didn’t really dance, but sometimes when we play, we run through the house and Seva jumps and it’s kind of like a dance.)


I can eat that.


Seva got a present, just like all good puppies should. She had to Drop and Wait until I said Release. Release was her cue that she could tear open her present.


Seva Opens Her Present


It wouldn’t be a party without a clown and a photographer! I guess I was the clown. I knocked over Seva’s bowl of Joe’s Os (her favorite treat) and it was pandemonium for a while. Scott was the photographer, as usual, and we played and played and played with Seva’s new balls!


Here Comes the Ball


Got It!


Seva’s deep concentration would blow you away.




After lots of catch, she got a bowl of her favorite food, Cheesy Rice.


And that, my friends, is how you celebrate a puppy’s first birthday!