Here is an almost- six- month update on Biscuit. She is 15 pounds, and we think she’s about done growing. She is fully potty trained (has been for quite some time) and doggy door trained. She loves to play with Marlow (our big dog) and she LOVES to sleep and cuddle. Oh, and eat. She is terrified of getting her nails trimmed (we can’t do it on our own, and will always have to take her somewhere to have this done.) And she is equally terrified of baths. Andrew and I have to tag team it when we bathe her, and we end up soaking wet with scratches up and down our arms. I originally thought this fear was something she would grow out of, but I’m beginning to think NOT.
Marlow’s first birthday is in April. I think she
may be the sweetest dog I’ve ever owned. She too has mastered the doggie door, although it took her a little while to warm up to the idea. She loves to be outside, rain or shine. She and Biscuit spend hours playing outside together each day. The two of them are nearly inseparable. This works out perfectly since the biggest reason we got Biscuit was so that Marlow could have a playmate, especially once Bonnie gets here and I am unable to be so available to her.
Marlow does not sleep nearly as much as these pictures may lead you to believe. It’s just that when she is settled down for bed is the only time I can get her to sit still long enough for pictures!
Lady is my 13 year old chihuahua. She has been the joy of my life since Andrew and I got married, and he got Lady for me. Until now, she has been the perfect dog for me. For the first three years I had her, I hardly went anywhere without her. I’ve been fortunate enough to have jobs where Lady could go to work with me on a regular basis. She would happily sit in my lap, or in a chair beneath a blanket for hours on end. She travels well in the car, and is quiet enough that no one knows when she is in her dog purse, so I can take her anywhere: out to eat, grocery shopping, etc. When we found out we were pregnant, I began taking her fewer and fewer places, and leaving her home more often, just so that she could get acclimated to being with me less.
The downside of this is that she is a people dog. Actually, she’s a chihuahua, so she is a one-person dog… the true definition of a lap dog. She can handle being alone if she is in her crate, but it seems like it just breaks her little heart.
And she does NOT do well with children. The younger the child (or infant), the more terrified Lady is of him or her. I do not know if she would bite (although I would not be surprised,) but she would definitely snap, growl, and bark at a child. I’ve seen it many times. And once Bonnie gets here, my lap and my time will be occupied. Lady needs someone who has ample time to spend with her. She is pretty low maintenance, but she does need a human to cling to.
After shedding many tears, and losing lots of sleep over wondering what to do about Lady, Andrew and I have finally decided that we just cannot keep her. She would be absolutely miserable living with a baby. And I would hate for Lady to make Bonnie scared of all dogs.
My mom has offered to take her and have a “trial run” with her for a few weeks to see if they are a good fit for Lady, and if she’s a good fit for them. If that does not work out, I will continue praying for the perfect person for her, and we will take it from there.
It breaks my heart, but it’s what needs to happen. My mom came to visit this weekend, and is taking Ladybug back with her today.
I know none of you have any sort of relationship with my pets at all, so all of this is a bit of a side-track, but I just felt that I needed to write down Lady’s story somewhere, as a way to keep her close to me.