Adjusting To Life With Baylie

If someone had told me that I would become the parent of a bouncing, four-pound baby girl at my ripe old age, I would have said they are one sandwich short of a  picnic.   Now that I have sparked your curiosity, I’m talking about being the parent of a four-legged K-9 commonly referred to as a DOG. My habitat is now home to a six week old rescue. She is a Great Pyrenees/ Border Collie mix that I could not bear to see go to a shelter. After the vet identified her as part Great Pyrenees, I Googled the breed. My first thought, after I picked myself up off the floor, was why could I not have rescued a Chihuahua rather than a dog that has the potential to weigh far more than the cat and I combined.

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My 10 Reasons To Adopt a Puppy

1.          Guaranteed weight loss without spending a dime on gym membership.  I lost 8 lbs. and three inches.

2.         Puppies make excellent cleaners. Any morsel of food, crumbs, paper or spills  are lapped up by your puppy in a nanosecond.

3.       No need for an alarm clock. Your wake-up call for the next six months will be when the sun comes up or when it’s time for puppy’s breakfast or potty whichever occurs first. You’ll also get to see what your back yard looks like in the moonlight at 3:00 a.m. while you are out potty training.

4.         You’ll never worry about your cat becoming bored or obese. She will now  get plenty of exercise and stimulation running  laps inside the house; jumping from furniture to furniture to avoid the puppy.

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The Beginning

Hi. My name is Baylie.  I’m a Great Pyrenees and Border Collie mix. My mom rescued me from an awful situation when I was about 6 weeks old. I was found by a nice man who scooped me up when my K-9 mom dropped me from her mouth while running.   What made it super scary for me was that we were running on the side of a busy highway and there was a big bad dog chasing us.  My K-9 Mom tried her best to …hold on to me really tight, but I was just too heavy.  But that’s o.k. she did the best she could.  So the nice man saw her drop me so he scooped me up really fast so the mean dog couldn’t get me. He tried to help my K-9 Mom, too, but she ran.

The Dreaded Vet Visit

  This post is dedicated to my feline sister, Smoki.  As you will see, she just hates going to the vet!

Well, it’s that time of year again.  Not because it’s the end of Summer, or onslaught of the cold Winter months, or even the beginning of the school year I’ve come to dread, it’s my kitty, Smoki’s, annual vet visit.  Really, it’s much more intense than performing a sneak attack to capture her when the ever so dreaded cat carrier comes out of hiding each year. That I can handle. This is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.  I even took my sister along once just to prove my point.  Her first words were: “I didn’t know that cats could growl” followed by the Vet telling her she needed to either remain in the exam room or shut the door.  You see, every time Smoki growled and banged the side of the carrier, my sister made a mad dash into the hall. I don’t know which behavior was more disturbing, my sister or my cat.

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