5.13.2011

May 12, 2011

White Dog tucked a pillow behind my neck and ordered Steve to mix a pitcher of martinis the moment he walked in the door. "Rough day?" he asked. "Make it Scotch, neat!" White Dog replied.

My day began at 2 am when The Other White Dog and Yet Another White Dog decided to play King of the Hill complete with all of the noises and posturing that go along with the Olympic version. No one was willing to hurt the other but neither would back down. Puff, from her isolation crate, egged them on with suggestive whimpers and gate rattling.

We could not stand the guilt of constantly crating SAWD during her heat so we purchased baby gates to block both entrances to the kitchen. Steve moved the Army's bowls throughout the house. SAWD would be restricted to the kitchen but would have more freedom than in the kennel. That great idea was crushed in less than ten minutes, after Steve pulled out of the driveway. Puff simply scaled the fence.

Fortunately YoYoMa was at my feet so I could grab and leash him. (He is trying VERY gallantly to fight his urges). SAWD took off for the outdoors and then played "You Can't Catch Me!" But I did...eventually and with leashed YAWD tied to my wrist...and back into the crate she went.

That's when the endless pacing, panting and whining began. Her psychotic behavior set all of the White Dog Army on edge. Nuka barked at SAWD to stop...to the point of becoming part of the craziness. Quinn nervously paced around the house looking more and more distressed until he finally vomited. White Dog tried to maintain order but her herding and warnings just made the WDA more anxious and she fretted over me.

TOWD looked at me apologetically as I finished his upchuck mess and lost lunch...again. Before the new cleanup, I took time to sit and stroke Quinn's silky fur in the hopes both of us would find calmness in the interaction. He licked my hand and gave a half-hearted smile...

Which is the moment when the Demon Child (Puff), driven by hormones, dumped over her water bowl, dug up all the blankets into a heap and then peed on them. Then just to punctuate her displeasure she soiled the cage.

YoYoMa moved to my side and offered his collar. I resnapped the leash and freed our own version of Lady GaGa's Born This Way. That is when my Knight arrived home.

"We need ice cream with that scotch for momma," White Dog amended.

12 comments:

Kari in WeHo said...

ice cream is the best cure all

Kari
http://dogisgodinreverse.com

nancyturtle said...

It will all be over soon.....

Brian said...

Hugs and ice cream for everyone! Y'all have a great weekend!

Amy and The House of Cats said...

Wow what a day! I can't believe she got over the fence - that was such a great idea until that point. If this were going to be a long term issue I would almost suggest putting a screen door up - like for outside but in the house. I know one of the cat blogs had one that has to be isolated and they have that set up. But since hopefully this won't be an issue too much longer it seems like an extreme measure. I do think that ice cream and scotch (though not together) sounds like it was needed for sure. It is good that most of the time they are all very understanding of what is going on - but oh poor stressed out Quinn.

Ginger Jasper said...

Oh dear I think you realy needed that drink. I can only imagine how distressing a day you had and am glad that Steve is now home with you too help. The hormones have a lot to answer for and these ones seem to be causing more than their share of distress. I send comforting purrs for you in the hope they help a little.. Hugs GJ x

Amber DaWeenie said...

Bottom line....don't fight wit Mudder Nature! Everyone is gonna need a stiff drink by da time dis is all over.

Amber

FiveSibesMom said...

"Drinks" all around! Or ice cream...ice cream cures all that ails...have a happy weekened!

Sally Ann and Andy said...

Wow, that is a lot of drama. I can come over if you want to add to the drama. I think ice cream is a good fix.
Andy

♥♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥♥ said...

And how many more days to go? We hope the freezer and liquor cabinet are well-stocked.

Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara

rottrover said...

Scotch and ice cream will sooth even the most ragged nerves...

Blogger erased my comment the other day, but we wanted to send a hearty BROVO to Michael, you all and his teachers!! Well done!

Rottie Kisses

24 Paws of Love said...

Hang in there! :) It sounds like you're going through hell. It's amazing what those hormones will do to a dog and fixed or not they all respond. The end is coming, just remember that. Ice cream works wonders. Keep yourself stocked!!

Sagira said...

Wow that does sound like a rough day. I have not had to deal with a dog in heat before we have always had ours fixed. Bokeh is the only dog that we plan to keep in tact.