>"The One with Stellaluna" :)

>On Tuesday, the cutest lost/stray dog came up to us in our driveway and hasnt left yet. We figured she was lost and had owners because she was so calm and not afraid of us at all. We put her in the car to drive around the neighborhood to see if anyone was looking for her. Unfortunately, no one was looking for "Stella" (as we call her). Our vet told us to get in touch with this lady who owns her own shelter. Her shelter is a no-kill shelter and the pet fee is free. All this lady cares about is finding good homes, which is exactly how we feel. So we met with her and she asked if we could give her 24 hrs to try to get a foster home ready so Stella wouldnt be in the kennel with the loud dogs. We kept her 2 nights and she slept in Kiwi's crate. Luckily, Kiwi is trained so well that all we had to do was put her bedding from her crate on the floor and she still sleeps there. We say "get in your bed" and Kiwi understands that still means the pillow she sleeps on whether its in the crate or not. :D Today, Stella ended up at the shelter anyways, because no foster homes were available. But the lady did say she would just keep her in the office. Stella is such an awesome dog. She is housetrained, crate trained, and leash trained. She didnt bother our dogs and she let our puppy just climb all over her. We wanted to keep her so bad, but in an apt with 2 chihuahuas already, its just too much. In a month, were moving to a house thats alot bigger and has no pet fee. So were thinking about getting her back either to foster or to keep. Somehow, I feel like we let her down and turned our backs on her. Even though we did all we could for her. I guess somehow how taking her to this shelter reminded us of B&A (see post from summer '09 for story).


Stella

We have this thing about feeding stray animals and we do it, A LOT!! It started with a black and white cat that we called "Buddy" (were currently in the middle deciding to change the name since we have been informed "Buddy" is actually a girl :)) It took us a while to get Buddy to come up to us while we were outside.. but after leaving bowls of food out every few days, she has definately learned to like us. :) We put a box (turned on the side) outside by our door with a towel in it, so when it rains Buddy will have a dry & comfy place to lay down. The box layed on the porch for about a month or so never used. Last week, Buddy made a little home out of it and is in it every night/morning. :) We have discovered another cat eating out of Buddy's dish... so we got another bowl to feed her as well and we pretty sure shes pregnant. Thats not good since shes already a stray but maybe we'll be able to get her and the kittens to this animal shelter here and het them adopted.


Buddy

>The One With All The Cleaning .... (And 1 less roommate!!)

>Weve had drama drama drama over the past couple of months. Our situation with our roommate reached an all new level and well, she no longer lives here. After a few yelling matches, 1 extremely dirty bedroom full of trash and evidence un-potty trained pet, 1 filty bathroom with a stopped up tub, and a visit from the local police, we are without a roommate. And we are so Thankful!!!! We treat our fur-babies like real children... So we expect someone living in OUR apt to treat their dog the same. Well at least feed it and take it out on a regualar basis would be fine too. Some people shouldnt be allowed to have pets or kids, ever. But now, all is said and done and we have a new bedroom and bathroom to decorate (all completely stripped and cleaned now!!!)

Aside from all that drama, weve been studying and taking care of the "kids". Kiwi and Mango are quite a hand-full. But we wouldnt trade them for anything in the world. Kiwi, our older chihuahua, enjoys a laid back day with lots of naps in our bed, on the couch, or her bed. Mango, our little one, loooooooooves to be wherever Kiwi is, especially if its in her bed. He loves to run around in her bed (her bed is really big for their size and alot bigger than him!), sleep in her bed, or bring all his toys in there and chew on everything. Kiwi tolerates this behavior from him as long as he stays somewhat still. The moment he starts running or "digging" in her bed, shes out. She comes looking for us as if to say, "Mom!!! That brat is in my bed again!!!" Hahahahaha oh the simple joys of our house.