Sylvia's Posts - MyCorgi.com2024-03-29T05:39:50ZSylviahttp://mycorgi.com/profile/Saberkinshttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/3137917813?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://mycorgi.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=2klcrbddyw33p&xn_auth=noWater Lovertag:mycorgi.com,2009-02-08:1150197:BlogPost:3118292009-02-08T20:41:27.000ZSylviahttp://mycorgi.com/profile/Saberkins
So remember how I mentioned that Mac got to play in the water yesterday? Well, he liked it so much that he started jumping in and out of the tub this morning and looking at the faucet like "hey, why isn't this thing working?" So I went in and put about a centimeter deep puddle in the bottom of the tub and he has been playing in it for the last hour. He seems to like chasing black dirt specks all around inside of it. Its rather adorable :)<br />
Anyone else have Tub Corgis?
So remember how I mentioned that Mac got to play in the water yesterday? Well, he liked it so much that he started jumping in and out of the tub this morning and looking at the faucet like "hey, why isn't this thing working?" So I went in and put about a centimeter deep puddle in the bottom of the tub and he has been playing in it for the last hour. He seems to like chasing black dirt specks all around inside of it. Its rather adorable :)<br />
Anyone else have Tub Corgis?Wow, So its been a whiletag:mycorgi.com,2009-02-08:1150197:BlogPost:3117952009-02-08T19:44:37.000ZSylviahttp://mycorgi.com/profile/Saberkins
Seeing as how its been FOREVER since I've posted I figure I might as well take some time to do it. It's been a great couple of months since I brought Mac home back in November. Since then he has traveled to the West side and played at the beach, traveled to Cali and met a bunch of friendly corgi's and come back home to finally get settled into life around E-burg. He is now around 16 pounds *im adding a pound or two since its been a few weeks since we went to the vets* but he is a very healthy…
Seeing as how its been FOREVER since I've posted I figure I might as well take some time to do it. It's been a great couple of months since I brought Mac home back in November. Since then he has traveled to the West side and played at the beach, traveled to Cali and met a bunch of friendly corgi's and come back home to finally get settled into life around E-burg. He is now around 16 pounds *im adding a pound or two since its been a few weeks since we went to the vets* but he is a very healthy muscled little boy. He is slowly turning red all over his shoulders, around his neck and on top of his head though I am thinking he may end up keeping some speckling through out the top part of his head with black and red. Its certainly making for an interesting pattern. His little feet are of course still white and his heart is still the purest gold.<br />
Mac has so far learned how to lay down, roll over, sit, Come *inside, still working on outside* he can fetch, bring it back, and drop very well. Though dropping it at your feet seems to be something that is going to take him a while. I am going to be trying to get him into a class this Spring when my school schedule allows. Right now I have been up to my ears and above in homework. I actually have a speech due on Monday that I should probably read through a bit more and make a powerpoint for, as well as being the cartoonist for my school newspaper holding down a job as a custodian for our school rec center, and of course making every possible ounce of time for Mac.<br />
Life has been good but busy and I'm sure it will continue that way.Settling In with Sir MacKellentag:mycorgi.com,2008-11-13:1150197:BlogPost:2294052008-11-13T00:35:30.000ZSylviahttp://mycorgi.com/profile/Saberkins
Slowly but surely our family is settling back into the "norms" of life after bringing Sir MacKellen home last Friday. That first night was exciting, tense, scary, wonderful, happy, and any other emotion you can think of. Between "Mac" getting used to his new home and Asher, and Asher getting used to Mac, and me trying to watch both Mr. HUGE *Asher is 120 lbs* around Mac *5 lbs*... lets just say my heart was in my throat for more than most of the night. Also getting to sleep was really rough.…
Slowly but surely our family is settling back into the "norms" of life after bringing Sir MacKellen home last Friday. That first night was exciting, tense, scary, wonderful, happy, and any other emotion you can think of. Between "Mac" getting used to his new home and Asher, and Asher getting used to Mac, and me trying to watch both Mr. HUGE *Asher is 120 lbs* around Mac *5 lbs*... lets just say my heart was in my throat for more than most of the night. Also getting to sleep was really rough. Poor Mac was trying his best to settle into his new crate but it just wasn't working. He howled and whimpered and called, and even growled once or twice being the feisty little pup that he is. While it was terribly sad listening to him miss his puppy parents and all his brothers and sisters some of the noises that came out of him were simply adorable. Some made me laugh, some made me want to cry for him. After a while though, I'm not sure how long, the room fell quiet and we all fell asleep.... for about an hour.<br />
Since then Mac has slowly gotten settled into life in a new house and new playmates. He has done his best with his potty training and only made a few messes... One of those being today in my laundry pile. Oh well, clothing can be cleaned, puppies learn, and we all move on. Things are wonderful and he is amazingly adorable and so fun to play with. He is still getting used to his collar and we will probably start on leash training this upcoming Friday. Can't spring everything on him at once. That would just be unfair!<br />
I will try to get more pics up soon :D<br />
Sylvia and Sir MacKellen, and Asher, oh and Chairman Meow and Joe :D We love them too ^^<br />
PS: I really must give a ton of props and kisses to my boyfriend Joe. When I couldn't drag myself out of bed for the 9th or 10th time he has been willing to take Mac out to go potty for me, he has also been the constant guardian of Mac from Asher, Meow and clueless dumb room mates while I have been away to class and work. Thank you Joe, I love you!The Looming Shadow....tag:mycorgi.com,2008-10-31:1150197:BlogPost:2171912008-10-31T07:45:46.000ZSylviahttp://mycorgi.com/profile/Saberkins
Back in March one of my Goals in Life came true. I rescued a beautiful dog whom I named Asher. He was everything I had wanted. A German Shepherd/Malamute mix, and quite the big boy for his 8 weeks *somewhere around 20 lbs when we first met* Gorgeous bright happy and yellow eyes, and cute giant floppy ears that had the promise of standing tall one day. When I first saw him he was walking with his foster mother Taya. "What a beautiful puppy you have." I said to her, "Oh he's not mine. I'm just…
Back in March one of my Goals in Life came true. I rescued a beautiful dog whom I named Asher. He was everything I had wanted. A German Shepherd/Malamute mix, and quite the big boy for his 8 weeks *somewhere around 20 lbs when we first met* Gorgeous bright happy and yellow eyes, and cute giant floppy ears that had the promise of standing tall one day. When I first saw him he was walking with his foster mother Taya. "What a beautiful puppy you have." I said to her, "Oh he's not mine. I'm just fostering him. He's actually up for adoption." My words immediately changed, "Oh! So you have my dog, how wonderful of you to bring him to me." He wasn't actually mine...yet. But I knew from the first moment that I saw him that Asher was going to be a part of my life. I made the trip over to Yakima twice a week from my home in Ellensburg for the next month as he grew up a bit more. The rescue I adopted him from was the Yakima Valley Rising Pheonix Rescue and dealt primarily in Brazilian Mastiff's. Also known as Fila's. THey are really big giant babies if trained properly but definitely need a firm hand and an owner who is willing to prove their strength over them. Taya was really great with her dog though I was not so sure about the woman who I was adopting Asher from. It was sort of a backyard rescue but I figured the papers looked alright enough. So when at 3 months old I brought Asher home with a reciept in hand, 50.00 dollars later and the assurance that his hips would be ok *it was obvious he was going to be big. I wanted to make sure* and that they had been x-ray'd when he went in to get neutered I brought my baby home.<br />
The first night I brought him home was VERY rough. Unbenounced to me he had gotten into Two Large cheese and everything pizza's to himself.... I found this out AFTER calling Taya back and only AFTER he had left 5 rather large brown puddles around my house. I was very gentle with him and just tried to figure out what was wrong and how to make him comfortable. He stopped having runny butt the next morning at around 7 and we slowly went from there. I slept in the living room with him for the next week *him in his crate and me on my couch* and when he finally stopped whining for an hour straight I was able to sleep in my own bed again with the alarm set for every three hours so I could make sure he got outside enough to go potty when he needed to. He has always been a very smart boy and always very eager to learn, especially when he known there are treats involved. For another 3 months things seemed to be ok. I was able to walk him a good 2 miles a day once he built up to it *Taya had been walking him up to 3 and I didn't think that right for such a young pup. but we always just went at his pace. At the age of 5 months he was already 78 lbs. QUITE the big boy. when we took him in at 6 months he was 90. But let me back up a moment.<br />
Over the summer we got new neighbors. These people had two dogs. One a Rottweiler Doberman mix, the other a beautiful but highly untrained doberman. In fact. Both of them were highly untrained, skittish, and were BOTH on full giant utility chain as their "collars." This made my heart sink and immediately let me know the sort of people I was soon to be dealing with. Unfortunately my assumptions were completely right. Over the course of the two months that they lived in the house next to us their dogs charged me, my dog Asher, and my cat no LESS than 20 times. Often with me in between them and my dog. Luckily I seem to know how to be intimidating enough to stare down an aggresive tank of a male unsnipped untrained Rott/Doby mix. Yes, I know this was foolish to stand them down time and time again. But Asher was and still to this day is my baby boy. Yes he is first an animal, second a dog, but he is MOSTLY my son. He listens SO well to me, and I can count on him for everything.<br />
Things finally came to a head one night when the neighbors were being loud and obnoxious and partying till 3:00 AM on a Wednesday night. For the third night in a row. Joe went to let Asher out into OUR own back yard and even off leash Asher never wanders off our property. I trained him well with that and am very proud of it. Well, mid piddle their Male came over and attacked Asher. I was in the back bathroom and heard a terrible set of puppy cries and just grabbed a robe and ran out the door. I immediately took Asher inside and even with Joe *the sober one and my boyfriend* there saying that Asher HAD in fact been peeing *a testimate to the wetness on his poor legs* and that their dog had attacked first they tried to make it Asher's fault. I don't hate many people. I hated them so much. we brought Asher inside and he could barely walk.... and then I laid my hands on his hips... It took quite a bit not to cringe at what I felt and my mind started to suspect.<br />
Tears in my eyes I looked up the vets number and left them a message saying for them to call as SOON as they opened. I got a call the next morning at 7:30 to bring him in immediately. After watching him walk, and cry as he did so they said they wanted X-rays and I agreed. That night after he came out of anesthesia I heard the news. His legs aren't even in the sockets and never have been. The reason? His hips don't actually form sockets. His leg bones are a good inch away from the hips and the only reason he COULD walk at all was because of the walks I had been taking him on.<br />
I have tried countless times to get a hold of the Yakima Valley Pheonix Rescue and the woman who gave Asher to me. But ever since I left her a voice message saying "Asher has hip and knee complications. can you give me any tips to maybe help him out" I have heard not scrap of hide, nor puppy hair of them....So much for an honorable rescue society. Apparently they care only for their Fila's and not a puppy who will have a short life due to bad breeding.<br />
Since then I have been lucky and thankful to get him to go on a block long walk. I had even gotten him up to two block long walks and then one day about a month ago now everything just started going back downhill and they have not been coming up. It has been heartbreaking everyday trying to figure out if I was going to have another day with my Baby Asher... He's only 10 months old and I know that he more than likely will not make it to his first Birthday. Now please, BEFORE you make any comments about surgery, or pain killers, or giving him away to someone else who can "actually take care of him" pleas please please just read this part. I have talked to all the Vets in town as well as Vets in Seattle and sent his X-rays along with. I have gotten the same answer time and time and time again. Don't bother. The surgeries will not help him. There is NOT enough bone to actually attach anything that would make it better and they would have to grind down what little was left to do so anyway giving the entire surgery a greater chance of collapse only months after the surgery putting him in exponentially more pain. Pain Killers are used as sparingly as possible as he went most of his life learning how to move around the pain. Pain killers are more likely to enable him to hurt himself since he can't feel it. So I am stuck with making sure he is as comfortable as possible at all times, giving him what I can when i can, and making sure any time he wants to play that we do. I am making sure he gets the most out of his puppy-hood as he can.<br />
I actually found the add in the paper for Heartbarx.com the weekend after Joe and I came to the conclusion that Asher would not be with us much longer than early December, if that. I immediately called them when I got home from work. After being VERY pleased with the pleasantness and openness that Lonny had when I asked questions about the dogs, their ancestry, and any of their health problems that they may have, I decided that I wanted to go visit them. A half hour later I was in a small room with tiny balls of fluff. One of those was the small pup that stole my heart and is now in my icon for this site and all his puppy pictures.<br />
As November nears with December just around the Corner I pray with all my heart and soul that I get just one more day, one more day, one more Day with Asher, and that the 7th comes soon so my Corgi puppy can be with me....<br />
When I send Asher to the Rainbow Bridge I know he will faithfully be waiting for me there, but for now I just keep thanking the lords and ladies for one more day.... Just one more day. I have tried to stay as happy as I can but I can feel myself starting to slip. Everyday gets harder, everyday I find myself closer to bursting into tears when I even just look at Asher. The puppy who was suppose to be my hiking buddy, my fetching friend, my walking companion, and my happy boy. I don't know how much longer either of us can hold out.