Every now and again I provide an update on our senior diva…Miss Sadie. She’s doing fairly well as she approaches her 14th birthday…which will make her 98 in pup years, carry the one, add a two. Amiright?
We have a lot of construction in progress at the house and I was worried, worried, worried about how she’d handle the disruption, the noise. Depending upon the day, the time of day, her escape route to go potty is one of three different doors. The poor pup doesn’t know which way to wander when she’s gotta go. It’s like a game of chance – roulette, if you will. Maybe a fun house?
Sadie’s technique is to give us a look – a pleading ‘hey dumbos…where am I going THIS time?’ and we scoop her up and either exit through the laundry room, the kitchen, or the family room doors, depending upon which route is accessible. Each has its own hurdles and merits and by the time we figure it out, clueless humans that we are, Sadie heaves a hefty sigh, grateful that we’re finally headed toward grass.
You may be wondering…what happens when we’re not on the spot ready for her ‘look’? Yeah, that happens. Not often, but when we’re not paying close attention to her majesty, her “chosen” spot is a primo location right in front of the fireplace, which isn’t so bad, really. An accident, should she have one, becomes fairly focal-point noticeable, so there’s that. (And I cannot believe I just typed a sentence about a pile of poo being a focal point…what has become of my life?!) I figure if she’s gonna make a mess, I should thank her for squatting and doing business where we can see it…versus the alternative. Who wants surprise poop on their slippers? Not me! (And no, we tried the pee-pad idea, thank you very much. The Queen sniffed it and pooped next to it.)
Our girl is famous, as I guess all Chihuahuas are, for burrowing under blankets – the more, the better. Sadie disappears beneath a mountain of fleecy goodness in order to turn down the volume of pounding, sawing, whacking, and booming…but lately she’s taken to positioning her head so she can keep an eye out, if necessary, to see if the noisy disruptors are worth a look. Mostly not, but I was amused recently when she began sleeping with her right front paw exposed, in addition to her snout. Ready for action at any moment – just in case mom (me!) walks by with a carrot or a dog treat. My way of offering penance for disturbing the Queen’s slumber and allowing all of the noisemakers into the house in the first place.
It’s only Tuesday…but the cacophony has me so disoriented…are we sure it’s only Tuesday? No matter what your day is like, I’m sending hugs from sweet Sadie…and yes, a couple of the hugs are from me. Just because.
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