Bye Bye Babies

            It really is a process selling your babies; baby puppies of course. There are still two left, and they are getting huge! My mom and Ron try to figure out the best families for each and every one of the precious little munchkins. Sissy and Sadie are the two of them that are left.

            We put an ad on craigslist and have had many, many calls. Some of the people that called were a little bit suspicious, one guy that called said he didn’t have enough money at the time but he had some “other stuff” that he could give us. I didn’t talk to him personally but Ron said he tried to trade him drugs for one of the puppies. Not only does this make it seem like they are a not the best people to have one of the dogs, but if they can’t pay for the puppy, then how would they afford to feed and take care of it. We also had a few families that were interested but once they heard how much the puppies were, they said thanks and hung up. I understand that 500 dollars is sort of a lot for a puppy, but they are purebred and I guess that’s what they are usually sold for. Plus, again, if they can afford to buy the puppy then they probably can take care of it well.

            All of the families that were interested or for sure wanted to buy a puppy came to our house and visited them. We got to kind of get a feel for what kind of people they were. One family were, not to be stereotypical, but a bunch of hillbillies. Even though they were a bit wacky, they were a really nice family and had other dogs already. They lived on a farm and really cared for animals. Most of the people who adopted puppies became friend with my mom on Facebook so we could watch them grow up. It is amazing how fast they grew up, it seems like just a week ago I was watching them be birthed. I am really surprised that I am not sad about them leaving, but honestly I don’t think I had time to be sad. I am so busy that taking care of them was just another thing to do. I don’t want that to sound bad I loved them a lot but I know that now they are with individual families that will love and spend time with them.

Rat Babies

            Every time I see a cute animal I want to take it home. I have been looking at this really cute breed of dog that particularly catches my eye but I have yet to figure out what the name of it exactly is; my mom thinks it’s ugly. I don’t think any animal is ugly, even the hairless cats are adorable in their own special way. This reminds me of when me and my boyfriend got rats together, everyone freaked out but we loved them. Plus they were feeder rats, like the ones you give to snakes, so we felt like rescuers. We would take turns keeping them at our houses. When I got home I would take them out of their cage and let them climb on me while I did my homework, or walked around. That was the part that especially freaked my parents out. They would just hang out in my shirt, and it tickled with their tiny claws. Even cuddles my special cat liked them.

           They were just babies when we got them, mine was light brown and white and my boyfriend’s was black and white. At first we were only going to get one but then we couldn’t pick so we got both.  When we broke up, I never got them back which makes me sad, especially because he gave them to his friend, even though his friend had other rats too it still made me mad. People would visit them, take pictures, and post them on twitter saying things like ”look at these cuties”, and I’m just like “Those are mine”. I only said something once, I guess I’m just bitter because I miss my little rat babies. They say writing things down kind of helps you vent and let it go, so that felt good.

             After all that ranting, I don’t even think I would want to get rats again. They were kind of a lot of work; they made lots of noise and were active at night. I also felt the need to take them out every time I saw them maybe that is just because they were in my room though. They never bit me though, they were sweet little animals. They just get a bad reputation. Everybody just needs a little love, even rats.

            A couple months after I had them, my mom had mice in her basement. The fact that she had rat traps just mortified me, and one that she caught was a mom with babies! Good thing I didn’t see it.

Another Day in the Life

          So far two puppies have been sold; they just turned six weeks so they are now old enough to be without their mom. I’m happy and surprised that I can let them go without crying or missing them terribly. They were awfully cute and all, but they were a TON of work. Waking up every four hours to six hungry babies is something I will not miss. The worst part is when you clean up all their pee and poop; they just do it all over again. I swear they are pooping machines! I am going to miss them though.

            One thing I wish people knew about Rottweiler is that they are good dogs. I hate how people stereotype animals. Bulldogs are good dogs too, but they have a bad reputation. People influence their animals; if they teach them to behave they most likely will, and if you neglect them and treat them badly they get mean. It isn’t the breed that makes them a bad dog, it’s the owners. I know I mentioned this before, but our dogs got out a few times before we got the fence fixed completely. People called the sheriff because of it, which is understandable I guess, but I feel like if they were a golden retriever or something that they would have just called the number on the collar…. When the sheriff came to warn us about the issue he told us to keep them penned up because this breed scares people. What is that supposed to mean? I just don’t think it is fair.

            One of the worst things ever is animal abuse. I don’t understand how anyone could hurt an innocent animal. Those dang commercials to end animal cruelty get me every time. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gspElv1yvc There is nothing in this world that would ever make me even think about abusing an animal.

            On another subject, I had to take Oreo to the vet on Friday. Every time I go there it is so expensive. I had to take her there because she had scabs and almost like bite marks all over her skin under her fur. I was really concerned so my dad made an appointment at the vet. When I took her there it turns out it was like a staph-infection or she was allergic to something. I wasn’t really sure because the Dr. used a lot of terms that I didn’t understand, I tried to keep up but it was difficult. They just gave her two shots and said she should be fine in a few days. My dad always gives me money, and almost every single time I have to go back to the car and get more money. This time it was $87.00, and my dad only gave me $80.00, I wish it wasn’t so expensive because then maybe more sick animals would be able to get help. Most people don’t take their animals to the vet unless it is an emergency; Just a thought.  

Cats

            The puppies are continuing to grow, every time I see them they look like they doubled. Two of the puppies are spoken for, which makes me excited. Only because I get to have some of the money we earn which is going to be put toward a plane ticket to Hawaii.

            Although I love puppies and all animals of course, I think cats are my favorite. I have had 6 cats total in my lifetime. In order: George, Maggie, Oliver, Oreo, Cuddles, and Larson. I still have the last three, Oreo and Cuddles are at my dad’s house, and Larson is at my mom’s.

     

       Oreo was a full grown cat when she came to us. She sort of just showed up at our house and considered herself at home. Same with Cuddles, she was a baby though, and we think she got hit by something because the side of her head was a little dented in and her right eye was foggy looking. We all felt bad for her and decided after a few days to take her in as our own. My family told me I could call her mine. I call her my retarded little baby, she is so precious. Her favorite thing to do is roll around on shoes, such is a weirdo.

            When we took Cuddles and Oreo to get fixed at the vet, we dropped them off early in the morning and the vet office told us they would call us when they were done. A few hours later we got a call, but it wasn’t the news we were expecting. They told us that Oreo was already fixed. They found out once they cut her open, so we still had to pay of course. Cuddles, when they opened her up there were babies! This wasn’t good though because cuddles was only about 6 months old so she would of died giving birth, so they took the babies out. Not an average day at the vet I would say.

            Oliver was one of my cats that I miss the most. He was so fluffy, laid-back, and friendly. We let out cats go outside whenever they desire. Sometimes they will be gone for a day or so which worries me a lot, but they usually come back. Oliver never came back. I think why it bothers me so much is because I don’t have closure. All of my other animals died so I coped and tried to let it go. I don’t know if someone took Oliver, if he is living in the wilderness, or something bad happened to him. It’s also hard to decide when to stop trying and looking for them. I really hate talking about the sad things in my pet’s lives but it is almost something you have to go over. Maybe writing it out can help too.