Wednesday, September 03, 2008
STELLA! STELLA!!!, etc.
I can't believe I haven't thrown up a post (wow, I bet THAT would hurt!) in nearly two months.
What the hell have I been up to?
Well, I've been spending my days at work, my evenings working around the house, weekends running around, visiting kids, visiting my father, attending family functions, and for the past few weeks every waking moment has been spent keeping an eye on Stella, my little Boston Terrier pup.
Stella came into our lives somewhat unexpectedly. Although The Squeeze and I had long planned to get a Boston Terrier, and we had the name picked forever, the time was never right. (Translation: $1500 for a dog? Are you crazy!?) Well, lo and behold, I saw an ad in the local paper at the end of July. "Boston Terrier pups for sale $650.00"
Tempting. Very tempting. But I put the thought out of my mind. The next week, there was another ad. "Boston Terrier pups. Two females left. $350 firm." I called The Squeeze. "Call them" he said. So I did. That night, August 8th, we took the short drive to see the two pups, and we picked our little girl from the two remaining. They were both spoken for, it's just that whoever got there first got their pick of the litter, as it were. Had the other not been claimed, it would have broken my heart not to get both.
I have the luxury, owning my own business, to bring her to work with me. Luckily, the Business Partner has fallen in love with her too, not to mention all the customers who just can't get enough of her and the other business owners in the plaza who keep coming in to visit her. The Squeeze and I have finally met all of our neighbours in the complex after two years. It's funny how when you walk a little puppy down the lane way, everyone comes out to introduce themselves and get a few minutes of tongue time with the pup. Umm...the dog's tongue, not the neighbours'...that would be just too weird.
Needless to say, what with trying to get her housebroken, I haven't been exactly getting a whole lot of work done here. There have been two times where customers have been in, taking waaaaaaay too much time to make up their minds than is necessary, where Stella gets up from her nap and winds up peeing on the floor. Not her fault. I'm pretty on top of things when there's nobody else here. She goes out several times a day, and quite often just flops on her back and soaks up the sun. Sometimes it's hard for her to empty what needs to be emptied because people keep coming up to her to pet her and play with her, and she forgets what she was about to do.
We're also doing crate training, which she's been great with once we realized that it's best to keep the crate in the bedroom with us. Those first two nights when she was in the living room were hell. All is well now. She begins puppy class on Friday, so that should be fun. Eight weeks later we should have a perfect dog. Pfft...ya, right.
We just spent the last week up north and we brought Stella along with us. She had a blast as all dogs tend to do when they spend their days sleeping, eating, playing in the sand and water and farting. Oh, that's right. Bostons are notorious for their flatulence. Ohhhh...speak of the devil. Damn it! How can something so sweet and cute be so foul smelling?
The cottage was fun. The worst part was getting up in the middle of the night to take her out to pee. This cottage is in the middle of nowhere, with no electricity. That means when it is night, it is black. I mean, can't see in front of your face black. The Squeeze and I made an agreement that we would both get up with her so we could have one of us hold a flashlight and check for bears or wolves, and the other keep an eye on Stella. It's so much easier at home where there are streetlights...and no bears or wolves.
On the trip back home from the cottage Saturday afternoon, The Squeeze and I had a bit of a vehicular breakdown. Electrical problem, it turned out, but we were faced with the very real possibility that we would be stranded for three days in a small Northern Ontario town until the shops re-opened on Tuesday after the holiday Monday. Luckily, Canadian Tire (aka Crappy Tire) managed to resolve the issue and sent us on our way, only a couple of hours behind schedule. I'm getting Honda to look at the car before this weekend's trip away.
Once I get a chance to sneak away from Stella, I will upload some pictures from my camera onto the computer so I can post some (hopefully) amazing shots from the cottage, as well as some new pictures of the quickly growing puppy.
For now, I leave you with this one which was taken the night we brought the little girl home. Oh crap, this is where all my spacing gets screwed up. Sorry about that.
What the hell have I been up to?
Well, I've been spending my days at work, my evenings working around the house, weekends running around, visiting kids, visiting my father, attending family functions, and for the past few weeks every waking moment has been spent keeping an eye on Stella, my little Boston Terrier pup.
Stella came into our lives somewhat unexpectedly. Although The Squeeze and I had long planned to get a Boston Terrier, and we had the name picked forever, the time was never right. (Translation: $1500 for a dog? Are you crazy!?) Well, lo and behold, I saw an ad in the local paper at the end of July. "Boston Terrier pups for sale $650.00"
Tempting. Very tempting. But I put the thought out of my mind. The next week, there was another ad. "Boston Terrier pups. Two females left. $350 firm." I called The Squeeze. "Call them" he said. So I did. That night, August 8th, we took the short drive to see the two pups, and we picked our little girl from the two remaining. They were both spoken for, it's just that whoever got there first got their pick of the litter, as it were. Had the other not been claimed, it would have broken my heart not to get both.
I have the luxury, owning my own business, to bring her to work with me. Luckily, the Business Partner has fallen in love with her too, not to mention all the customers who just can't get enough of her and the other business owners in the plaza who keep coming in to visit her. The Squeeze and I have finally met all of our neighbours in the complex after two years. It's funny how when you walk a little puppy down the lane way, everyone comes out to introduce themselves and get a few minutes of tongue time with the pup. Umm...the dog's tongue, not the neighbours'...that would be just too weird.
Needless to say, what with trying to get her housebroken, I haven't been exactly getting a whole lot of work done here. There have been two times where customers have been in, taking waaaaaaay too much time to make up their minds than is necessary, where Stella gets up from her nap and winds up peeing on the floor. Not her fault. I'm pretty on top of things when there's nobody else here. She goes out several times a day, and quite often just flops on her back and soaks up the sun. Sometimes it's hard for her to empty what needs to be emptied because people keep coming up to her to pet her and play with her, and she forgets what she was about to do.
We're also doing crate training, which she's been great with once we realized that it's best to keep the crate in the bedroom with us. Those first two nights when she was in the living room were hell. All is well now. She begins puppy class on Friday, so that should be fun. Eight weeks later we should have a perfect dog. Pfft...ya, right.
We just spent the last week up north and we brought Stella along with us. She had a blast as all dogs tend to do when they spend their days sleeping, eating, playing in the sand and water and farting. Oh, that's right. Bostons are notorious for their flatulence. Ohhhh...speak of the devil. Damn it! How can something so sweet and cute be so foul smelling?
The cottage was fun. The worst part was getting up in the middle of the night to take her out to pee. This cottage is in the middle of nowhere, with no electricity. That means when it is night, it is black. I mean, can't see in front of your face black. The Squeeze and I made an agreement that we would both get up with her so we could have one of us hold a flashlight and check for bears or wolves, and the other keep an eye on Stella. It's so much easier at home where there are streetlights...and no bears or wolves.
On the trip back home from the cottage Saturday afternoon, The Squeeze and I had a bit of a vehicular breakdown. Electrical problem, it turned out, but we were faced with the very real possibility that we would be stranded for three days in a small Northern Ontario town until the shops re-opened on Tuesday after the holiday Monday. Luckily, Canadian Tire (aka Crappy Tire) managed to resolve the issue and sent us on our way, only a couple of hours behind schedule. I'm getting Honda to look at the car before this weekend's trip away.
Once I get a chance to sneak away from Stella, I will upload some pictures from my camera onto the computer so I can post some (hopefully) amazing shots from the cottage, as well as some new pictures of the quickly growing puppy.
For now, I leave you with this one which was taken the night we brought the little girl home. Oh crap, this is where all my spacing gets screwed up. Sorry about that.
# posted by Dave @ 2:39 PM 
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Stella's freaking adorable!!!!
Are Boston Terriers' farts as bad as Boxers' farts? I remember the boxer across the street from us when growing up had the worst flatulence EVER!!! Tide was a great dog, except for those farts. It could gas you out of the house!
Are Boston Terriers' farts as bad as Boxers' farts? I remember the boxer across the street from us when growing up had the worst flatulence EVER!!! Tide was a great dog, except for those farts. It could gas you out of the house!
Ya, they're pretty nasty. She can clear a room. Usually she stores them up for a car ride. If I'm driving and The Squeeze is holding her, I like to put the window lock on so he can't open it. I can crack mine a bit so I can get some fresh air though. :o) The worst part is when she tears one here at the shop. People walk in and think it's me. I deny it, but you know the old joke about blaming the dog...in my case it's true. Most of the time.
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