Tagged: Dog

On my own again…

My little furry friend is gone, and it’s all quiet in my house again!

The owners came home a little earlier than planed. The owners dads (who normally keeps Molly, is terminal sick) suddenly took a turn for the worse, and they needed to cut their trip short. 😦 My thoughts go out to them.

Out of the blue, they showed up to pick up their little girl, and within minutes everything was packed and they were gone!

As much as I was “looking forward” to get my house back, it sure is weird now that she’s gone.

I find myself looking around to check on where she is, even though she isn’t here anymore. It’s funny how quickly you adapt to having a pet, and change your routines.

Guess it’s going to take me a moment to get out of that again.

I feel like an empty nester 😦



I’m a tired puppy!

We are having the most wonderful summer here on the west coast of Norway. Temperature has been in the 80s for weeks, now add a lot of sun to that, absolutely no wind.. and NO air-conditioning inside, and we have been sweltering here lately.

It’s been hard to keep the temperatures down. I keep all windows and doors opened, just in case I can get a little breeze through.. but even so, it’s hot, and the poor little fur-ball are struggling. Yesterday I even had to wrap her up in a cold wet towel for a short while, just to give her a cool down.

I don’t know if it’s the heat that does this, but the last two days her morning routine has changed quite a bit, and as result, I get next to no sleep (now I should say, that the heat could very well be affecting my sleep pattern to.. so I’m not blaming all on the dog πŸ˜‰ Β )

Molly, my little furry friend, quickly settled into a routine of sleeping downstairs. Β And every morning about 5:30-6 am she comes upstairs, jump onto my bed and lays down by my feet (making sure she wakes me up in the process πŸ™‚ ) and then she sleeps either until I get up, or she needs to go outside whichever comes first.

If I’m still in bed when she needs to go outside, she’s starts acting so funny.. She becomes restless, walks around in my bed and “throws” herself down on the bed, just to make sure I notice πŸ™‚ give it a few minutes and she’s up moving around and throws herself down again, then a few minutes later here we go again. About the 5 or 6 times I realise it doesn’t matter how tired I am, it’s time to get up πŸ˜‰

All this suddenly changed two nights ago when she decided that jumping into my bed around 4 am was a much better deal! Promptly waking me up, and (this is when we are starting to blame the heat) the result was, not a lot of sleep that night 😦

Last night, even worse… 2:24 am, this cannonball lounge herself onto my bed again, snuggles up close to my body, and I can’t hardly move without “bumping” into her! With the heat.. you guessed it, not much sleep!

I was finally starting to dose off again, when she must have heard some noise outside and started up with a bunch of yapping, barking and a lot of growling noises! at 4 AM!!! I very politely told her to quit it, but even after several “stern” corrections, she was still “mumbling a lot”… and I threw her out of the bed and told her to go downstairs! Which, to her credit, she did.. but still mumbling under her breath!

If I hadn’t been so tired, I would have thought this quite funny. You would too if you had heard her, mumbling while she “tiptoed” down the stairs.

Ahhhhh, final some peace and quiet!

Despite the heat, I did manage to get a few more minutes of sleep before I woke up at 7 am. But sitting here writing this, I notice, I’m tired as a puppy!

Now the “puppy” on the other hand! Is quietly sleeping nicely tucked in, on my sofa… life is just not fair πŸ˜‰


She’s the boss of me…

About a week or so ago, one of my neighbours a couple of streets over, stopped to chat with me while I was working in the yard. Telling me they were going to Houston for a trip to visit his parents. Somewhere in the conversation a question came up, “would I… could I… possible consider keeping an eye on their dog while they were gone?”

The question caught me a bit off guard, first off all we are only passing “friends”, you know, the type of acquaintance where you meet them while walking or working in the yard, and you stop and chat for a few minutes. And second, looking after their dog for more than two weeks, the first time around, seems a bit long, I mean, what if the dog don’t like hanging out with me?

Now having said that, almost every time I run into them they have their dog with them, and she is the cutest thing, and since I love dogs, and can’t help myself, I always end up petting and playing with the dog.

I understood there had to be a reason why they would ask an “almost complete stranger” to look after their dog so I decided to say yes!

Turns out I was right. The person who normally look after their dog are sick and seriously so, and have taken a turn for the worse lately 😦

So last Thursday night my life got turned upside down, when I got “invaded” by this tiny fur-ball called Molly, a small Yorkshire terrier, who loves to play πŸ™‚

She is the cutest thing on four legs, with a big personally to match. She has already taken ownership of the whole house. As I mentioned, she loves to play and her toys are spread all over. Her favourite place is a corner of my sofa snuggled into a furry pillow and my favourite blanket!

She thinks she’s the boss (which she really isn’t.. well… maybe… just a little) and that makes for some interesting “tugs of war”, especially when I’m done playing, and she’s not πŸ˜‰ She’ll look at you with that cute face and with a wimpy voice, and with the look of “seriously you can’t possible mean we are done playing… pleaaaaaseeee!!!!” And then she’ll “kiss” me, which makes her super hard to resist!

The last couple of days she has gotten into a habit of stomping all over my bed when she thinks it time for me to get up, it’s a tall bed, but she can just about make the jump to get up there.. And that’s the end of the sleep for me. I think I need to put a stop to that right away.. if not I’ll never get my “beauty sleep” πŸ˜‰ hmmm, maybe she’s the boss after all πŸ˜‰

This morning for some obscure reason she decided that my thumb is a much better chew toy than her rabbit (which is her favorite toy), I’m not sure how much I enjoy having chew marks all over my fingers, you’d think she’s a baby teething rather than a grown dog… but I’m sure I’ll survive πŸ™‚

It’s been a while since last I had a dog living with me, so this makes for a couple of interesting weeks! She’s great company though…

To be continued!