I didn’t post this yesterday, but I took our older cat, Trish, to the vet for shots and a well check. While there, she got a Feline Leukemia test, and it came back positive. They ran it twice, and the vet said it was a mild return, but still positive. This, he thought, in addition to her age (she’s almost 11) would explain the bad gingivitis they also found *sob*. Since cats with Feline Leukemia tend to have a short life expectancy (2-3 years after it’s contracted) I was a little upset, especially following so closely on the heels of Oliver’s death (Brianna still talks about Oliver, wondering if he’ll come home).

But lest you think I’m a complete cold-hearted witch because of the title of my post, I’ll tell you now that the vet called this afternoon to tell me the lab he’d sent her bloodwork to found she was NEGATIVE for Feline Leukemia. The tests in the office were false positives. Wheeee! I’m so relieved. In a moment of deja vu, he delivered the news to me when I was in the fabric department of Walmart. I say deja vu because I was standing in the exact same spot when he called to discuss the bad news of Oliver’s health. I’m just thankful this time the news was good. Yay!

We still have to treat the gingivitis, but the outlook for that is much better now that we know it’s not complicated by Feline Leukemia.

On a more humorous note…

Brianna has taken to telling everyone, “I have two dogs! I have Reesie and Heath!”

And I do mean everyone. Every time we check out at the store, she tells the cashier (Target, Walmart, random clothes stores, it doesn’t matter.) Stop to talk to someone? She tells them. Today it was a random lady in the doctor’s waiting room and then the nurse and then the doctor. Before too long, Brianna’s going to be known as The Girl with Two Dogs.

I did feel bad for the lady in the waiting room, though, because she made the mistake of engaging Brianna in conversation and thus got to hear a list of our pets, including that “Oliver went to cat heaven”.

And no, we haven’t gotten the idea of “stranger danger” quite impressed on her yet. Although Brianna does tell me that if someone tries to take her, she’ll yell really loudly. After she tells them she has two dogs, I’m sure.

Still there are puppies…

No, I haven’t sent them back yet. Or gone to the doctor seeking medication for my apparent insanity. I did take them to the vet yesterday though for checkups and shots. They were unthrilled by that, to say the least. Both have fleas, both have umbilical hernias (which can be fixed when they get…errr…altered) and the vet apparently decided that since I’d already given him a crapload of money for Oliver, he was going to take pity on me and waive one of the $125 initial sign up fees for the Wellness plan (through Banfield pet hospital). And he gave me a free bottle of flea shampoo. I guess paying promptly and being a concerned pet owner scores points.

Potty training is…going. They know to potty when they go outside. It’s the getting outside part first that’s the challenge. Heath is learning to go to the gate to the kitchen (which leads to outside) and whine. Reeses wants nothing to do with outside. It’s cold. Crating them is helping with potty training though. We have been crating them together but starting today (well actually yesterday afternoon but I caved last night) I’ve been trying crating separately. I feel vaguely guilty about that, but everything I’ve read recommends it. It might actually be harder than doing CIO (cry it out) with a baby, though, because Reeses made enough noise for the 45 minutes to convince anyone walking by that I was burning him with a cigarette lighter. Seriously. Loud. And. Piercing. Every time I thought he was going to give in and go to sleep, he started up again. I don’t know how the other one (whose cage is right next to his) slept through it. And yes, after 45 minutes, I caved again. It was either that or hit the bottle. On a good note, earlier tongith Reeses went “missing” and I found him sleeping in his crate!

I did find out today that they’re actually 10 weeks, not 8 weeks as the people originally told us. I emailed to ask for their birth date and while they didn’t know it, they did say it was 2 weeks before Thanksgiving. That means 10 weeks.

Otherwise, their individual personalities are starting to show, they’re definitely puppies as they’re chewing on everything, and Heath has been wonderful for cleaning all the stray socks, gloves, and toys out from under the couches. He’s the more…energetic of the two and is going to be the hardest to get under control. Good thing for him he’s got that sad puppy face.

Funny enough, Reeses is the one we’d have gotten had we only gotten one and I think he’s the more low-key of the two. He’s the one that wants to do his outside business and bust a move to get back inside. But he’s also the one most likely to play quietly and least likely to wander off while exploring. Don’t think he’s all good though. He’s the puppy who always manages to grab a bite of the cat’s food on the way from the back door to the puppy play area (aka our living room).

Tuesday night I got some fleece and made them both a no-sew blanket for their crates and some fleece rope puppy toys. They are loving them some toys–small tennis balls, rope toys, and soft stuffed toys. They’re not interested in any bones though. And still, they chew on the stuff they’re not supposed to. Like the wheels of my laptop cart. Fun 😉

On a side note, I think it’s funny how a post on puppies brings lurkers to posting!

And since no post is complete without cute puppy pictures…Heath under the couch and Reeses on his new blanket (this pictures gives you a good shot of his eyes, which are very pretty)

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I’ve been steadily wearing Josh down on the dog thing, poor guy. After we had to put Oliver to sleep, I had the puppy lust even more. When Oliver was alive, we knew that there was no way we could have a dog, because Oliver was grumpy and mean and hated dogs. It wouldn’t have been fair to him, the dogs or fun for us.

Last night we went to “look” at some puppies someone was giving away, and uh…well. Meet Reeses* and Heath.

Yes we got two. Yes, I am insane and yes, I think we’re going to need more puppy toys.

They’re 8 weeks old, border collie/beagle mix puppies. The people who had them still had both parents, along with two other dogs, plus they were keeping one of the puppies, they had two cats, a hamster and three kids. They liked animals.

I don’t think either of us intended to come away with one, let alone two. We really went to “look”. But once we saw how many dogs they’d been living with, we decided they’d be lonely on their own.

So far Brianna is thrilled, our cats (Max and Trish) not so much. Both puppies have peed on the carpet and eaten a ton of food.

Reeses is the darker one with the Rottweiler type coloring. He was the runt of the litter and that was actually what they named him.

Heath is the lighter one and was the little girl’s favorite(she was about 8 or 9). We renamed him to match Reeses.

Both are very social, very friendly and like to lay in laps. Let’s hope they don’t get much bigger than a beagle or that’s going to be a real issue.

The most challenging part of this is going to be getting them on a schedule, so I can get them potty trained and still get some work done. We’re going with the crate training method because really, I can’t imagine not crating them. My vet is closed Mondays and Tuesdays so that will be the next order of business, getting them there, and then I’m going to look into classes for the puppies and me to take.

click here to see more puppy cuteness on their Google Web Album. For those who saw this link before I posted it on my blog, I did add a few pictures.

Oh, and puppy advice is always welcome!

P.S. It needs to be said that my husband is the bomb-diggity.

*I know Reeses is spelled with an apostrophe but I thought that was weird for a dog’s name, so I’m not using it. I felt the need to put that out there because invariably, someone would be compelled to point out the editor’s misspelling.


I’ve been all sorts of entertaining lately, haven’t I? Um, yeah. But I hear I’m not supposed to share personal angst with you guys, so what’s left? Oh, I know! Cute toddler pictures.

Lucky for all of us, there are way more where that came from. One for every day of the week, maybe.

So as you all know, life goes on. I really appreciate all the emails and notes I got about Oliver, and for you guys not making me feel silly for grieving for a cat. It’s funny, because one thing that became clear to us pretty quickly was how much we’d adapted our behavior to having him live with us. We have two other cats, but he was the one with the preponderance of bad habits. Knocking over trash, eating bread if it was left on the counter (or anything left on the counter, for that matter), trying to run out the door when it was opened, using Brianna’s stuffed animals as sex slaves…well, yeah. There’s quite a list. Every day we realize something that we don’t have to do anymore, because Oliver’s not around and isn’t going to get into trouble. Weird. So now I want to get a dog. Bwahahaha. No really.

I don’t think Brianna even realizes that Oliver is gone. Of all the cats, she interacted with him the least. Now, if something happened to Max, I think she’d notice. I’m glad, actually, because this has saved me a lot of painful explanations. But I did get a lovely toddler book that I highly recommend to anyone who has a cat die Cat Heaven.

Otherwise, we’ve been busy. We took Brianna to see Santa last week, we built a snowman, we did some cleaning, I attended a fabulous moms-only Christmas party and oh! I caught a cold. Which thankfully I’m not on the downhill side of. Of course, that means it’s Brianna’s turn to get sick.

In the meantime, Josh started a new job this week which we are yay! so thankful for. If you’ve heard me talk about his job stress hear on the blog or elsewhere, you know it wasn’t much longer that he could have lasted at the previous job. Such a terrible place for anyone to work. He got out just in time to avoid the 17 straight work days coming in January (you know the ones you’re expected to work but aren’t compensated extra for?) Instead, he moved to this new job who told him he HAD to take the day before and the day after Christmas off or he’d lose those floating holidays. Errr, okay. Twist his arm. Seriously, this job is the difference between being treated as a human being with a life and a family, versus being treated like one of the machines you expect to run 24/7 with no shut down or failure time. Night and day.

You see how exciting my life has been? Now you know why I haven’t been posting. But I do have a few editing posts saved in my drafts. And did I mention more cute toddler pictures? So I’ll try not to be too scarce.

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