Pooch-a-fication: 2 months!

Can you believe that the pooch has been with us for 2 months already? What I thought was going to be for a few weeks is turning into months! Must say that I'm happy about that! She's such a little specimen!

Overall I’d say that she’s doing well. She’s not eating as much as I would like her to, and I think that she might have lost a little weight, but according to Hubby the fact that’s she’s now “exercising” more than she used to, might be contributing to her lean look.

Friday I met S, Hubby’s cousin, for brunch. She made me an offer than I just couldn’t refuse: She wants to be Cathy's dog sitter for a week. Since she already has a boxer and six cats at home, she will take the pooch with her to the cottage. She will work from there and spend time with Cathy. Brutus, their boxer, isn't getting any younger and S wants to know how it would be to own a “small” dog. Dog sitting for the pooch will certainly give her a darn good idea of what to expect. You can't get much smaller than that!

I feel so much better knowing that Cathy will be staying with someone who wants her there, and who will truly care for her. I was afraid that at the spa she might not get all the attention she needs. Not that she has special needs as such, but I'm a little fearful she might "react" to changing house again, in such a short period. At that age, she just might let herself go, stop eating or something and it's not really the way I want her to go.

Since we got her, she has been a light eater. She eats, but really not a lot. She doesn’t eat much out of her bowl, but if we take some kibbles and present them to her in our hand, she will eat them. At the beginning I would say: “If she’s really hungry she’ll eat” and then noticed that she would eat out of Tobi’s bowl, but didn’t really go into hers, unless we were eating ourselves and not giving her anything (yes… she does get some table food, mostly vegetables). It’s probably all out of capriciousness, and I know that, but I’m afraid she might be hungry so I hand feed her… My bad, I know! One thing for sure the end of her life will have been as a “spoiled” pooch!

Friday night we went out for a sumptuous meal at Primo & Secondo, in Little Italy. If you’re ever in the area, it is a must! It is expensive, but it had been a long time since we had such a delicious and tasteful meal in a restaurant. Everything was great, from antipasti to the dolce… Amazing food! (I knew of the place and had been once before: the owner and chef of the restaurant is the brother of a client of mine.)

Hubby had ordered a veal cutlet. The size of that thing! We decided to ask for the bone back, as a treat for the pooch. - Funny fact, the waiters couldn't stop talking about their dogs and how much they loved dogs. They asked questions about the pooch, etc. It was funny, to think that we talked about our dogs like some people talk about their kids! Go figure! -

When we got home, we gave her the bone, which was almost as long as she is. The sounds she made were unbelievable. She truly enjoyed her treat, there’s no doubt there! Later on though the excitement, the seasoning or something must have gotten to her, because by the time I made my way to our bedroom, she had been sick next to her bed.

Her old stomach is getting to be sensitive a little… ahh the pain of growing old!
At least she still has some teeth to crunch away... Not all is lost!

So overall, I feel better knowing that she'll be spending a week with someone who will give her attention and lots of affection (I'm sure!), and she looks like she's doing much better than when we took her in - so all is good I'd say!