Well, it's been an up and down experience trying to plan my morning festivities for the inauguration.
First, Amy and Simon and I were going to the eastside to join Celise and Tyler and Claire to watch at their house.
Then Tyler got sick with a cold and it was off.
Then Amy and I made plans to take Simon to the Center House to watch on the Big Screen. Early morning, yes, but I was so excited!
Then dogs happened.
Not my dogs. Two other dogs...running down the middle of the street at midnight last night. No collars. I slipped on shoes and ran outside, Chris not far behind with a flashlight. We found them frolicking around on 1st Ave in the dark and freezing night. I called to them and a little black and white (French?) bulldog came tearing over to us, so excited. She leapt immediately into Chris' arms and wriggled and wriggled. The other one, a tan boxer, was skittish and would come nowhere near and continued to bolt on down the street and out of view.
We wrestled the wriggly happy little bulldog puppy back to the house, put her in the car, and went driving around the neighborhood looking for the other one. But no luck. It was foggy and dark and way too late to be driving around. We thought we knew the neighbor who the boxer belonged to, but after knocking on their door and explaining why we were on their porch at 12:30 in the morning, we found we were wrong. But they were grateful that we asked (they have a two tan lab mixes), and were understanding of our latenight knocking on their door.
Back home, we made some calls just in case there was a 24 hour solution for dropping off strays, but there wasn't. So we started trying to figure out what we would do for the night. We put up a doggie gate between the living room and the dining room, but Little Miss Wiggles (as we call her) was spriiiiingy, and could leap up to the top of the gate and clutch on in an attempt to get over to the other dogs. We tried some introductions one at a time with Miss Wriggles and the others, but she was very nippy-spazzy puppy. And in a house already full up on insecure female tension (it always is that way with Lucy here--the two bitches both want to rule), it wasn't going to work. Then I started digging around for the old crate we used when we first got Gretchen, and Chris dug it out from the depths of a dark dirty closet somewhere.
We lined it with a blanket and a toy and coaxed her in, and she settled right down. The other dogs were locked in the bedroom all night. A couple little whimpers, but mostly went to sleep. We were in bed by 1:30am, but couldn't sleep. We were amped up and inconsolable at the thought of the other dog that was out there in the freezing cold and running in the street...I think I finally drifted off somewhere after 2am.
*gotta go watch the inauguration on my TV now... back later*
Okay, I am back. That was awesome. *happy sigh*
Anyway, little girl Wiggles slept peacefully through the night. Our dogs were antsy at first but slept. Then I was up at 7:30ish to try and take her out to go to the bathroom, which she didn't do...until she got back in the house and peed and pooed directly in front of the TV. *snort* We set up an elaborate system of dog gate, open door from the upstairs room, towels, and a cart, to prevent little Miss from seeing the other dogs, getting over-excited, and hopping over the gate. So now the other three are content on the other wide of the "system", little miss is snoring and snorting contentedly asleep, and I am saying "Amen, and Amen, and Amen"...
First, Amy and Simon and I were going to the eastside to join Celise and Tyler and Claire to watch at their house.
Then Tyler got sick with a cold and it was off.
Then Amy and I made plans to take Simon to the Center House to watch on the Big Screen. Early morning, yes, but I was so excited!
Then dogs happened.
Not my dogs. Two other dogs...running down the middle of the street at midnight last night. No collars. I slipped on shoes and ran outside, Chris not far behind with a flashlight. We found them frolicking around on 1st Ave in the dark and freezing night. I called to them and a little black and white (French?) bulldog came tearing over to us, so excited. She leapt immediately into Chris' arms and wriggled and wriggled. The other one, a tan boxer, was skittish and would come nowhere near and continued to bolt on down the street and out of view.
We wrestled the wriggly happy little bulldog puppy back to the house, put her in the car, and went driving around the neighborhood looking for the other one. But no luck. It was foggy and dark and way too late to be driving around. We thought we knew the neighbor who the boxer belonged to, but after knocking on their door and explaining why we were on their porch at 12:30 in the morning, we found we were wrong. But they were grateful that we asked (they have a two tan lab mixes), and were understanding of our latenight knocking on their door.
Back home, we made some calls just in case there was a 24 hour solution for dropping off strays, but there wasn't. So we started trying to figure out what we would do for the night. We put up a doggie gate between the living room and the dining room, but Little Miss Wiggles (as we call her) was spriiiiingy, and could leap up to the top of the gate and clutch on in an attempt to get over to the other dogs. We tried some introductions one at a time with Miss Wriggles and the others, but she was very nippy-spazzy puppy. And in a house already full up on insecure female tension (it always is that way with Lucy here--the two bitches both want to rule), it wasn't going to work. Then I started digging around for the old crate we used when we first got Gretchen, and Chris dug it out from the depths of a dark dirty closet somewhere.
We lined it with a blanket and a toy and coaxed her in, and she settled right down. The other dogs were locked in the bedroom all night. A couple little whimpers, but mostly went to sleep. We were in bed by 1:30am, but couldn't sleep. We were amped up and inconsolable at the thought of the other dog that was out there in the freezing cold and running in the street...I think I finally drifted off somewhere after 2am.
*gotta go watch the inauguration on my TV now... back later*
Okay, I am back. That was awesome. *happy sigh*
Anyway, little girl Wiggles slept peacefully through the night. Our dogs were antsy at first but slept. Then I was up at 7:30ish to try and take her out to go to the bathroom, which she didn't do...until she got back in the house and peed and pooed directly in front of the TV. *snort* We set up an elaborate system of dog gate, open door from the upstairs room, towels, and a cart, to prevent little Miss from seeing the other dogs, getting over-excited, and hopping over the gate. So now the other three are content on the other wide of the "system", little miss is snoring and snorting contentedly asleep, and I am saying "Amen, and Amen, and Amen"...
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