Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Who let the dogs out? Who, who, who, who?

I feel like we’ve cheated Maymie by not talking more about her, so here’s a post just for her. As ridiculous as it sounds, she’s literally our child, not just a pet. We’ve had a long, hard road with her, and to have her here with us now is worth every second of that. We got her in March of 2009 at 6 weeks old (I think that was too soon to be away from her mommy), which makes her a Valentine’s baby. She was the cutest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I can guarantee you’ll “Aww!” at her baby pictures, she was ADORABLE. She’s a full bred Weimaraner, basically a lab on steroids..they’re beautiful dogs. She’s definitely taught us a lot, and prepared us for some of the unexpected bumps and health scares that children are sure to bring along with them. We’ve spent more on her than any single thing I’ve ever bought in my life, I kid you not. Last summer at about 4 months old we got her spade, and she had complications with the suture from that, and truth be told it was because she had picked up mange, but we weren’t made aware of that until around our wedding in October. Poor girl was almost bald when we started treating her; the vet said it was the worst case he’s seen in years, and he works with shelter dogs. (Imagine how that made me feel..what a terrible mother!!) We’ve never in our lives had anything like that happen with a pet, so we doctored from home until it got bad enough that we took her to the vet to find out what was wrong. It started out as a patch of hair she dug off, so I doctored it with Neosporin and Benadryl, seeing as this breed of dog has sensitive skin, but it got to the point where she couldn’t even wear a collar, and he had her face swollen to twice it’s size. She had to get a series of baths with what is essentially pesticide, creams, injections, medicine..you name it. At our last appointment her skin scrape was negative for mites, so we have 2 more weeks of medicine and we’re done! We’re SO grateful that God has healed us of these mites, she’s now her peppy, pretty princess self again. She’s got her own personality, none like I’ve ever seen on a dog before. She’ll smile at you, cuddle up close when you need a friend, and sit on her butt with her fat lil’ gut hanging out just like a person. Her little quirks warm my heart, she’s such a sweet soul. She makes “puppy bread” (like when a cat “kneads” their paws), she’ll get a mouth full of blanket, not to chew, just to suck on, and get her feet/legs to going on making that bread. She’s also got a mouth on her, just like a little girl..she’ll start barking/howling if she wants to play or something, so I’ll tell her to quit sassing. What does she do? Lowers the volume of her voice by a bit and starts talking back..what a brat! As Kerry said before, she’s a total Momma’s girl, so while we’re both excited for baby, it’s going to be tough for her to have to share me, and me not to be able to giver her all my love/attention. We’ll make it work though, that’s what families do..grow and adapt with each other. She’s so loving and tender-hearted, I know she’ll make an awesome big sister. :)

Her mange..it actually got worse before it got better, the wounds were open, and the baths aggravated the mites so she ended up digging more. =[

Naptime in the Barnett house..she truly fits in with us, she's huge.

Spoiled rotten..sitting on the console in her Grandpa Skiles' truck. She can't wait to go visit them in Kansas and play with Coco and Niki, her best friends.

Our pretty girl now, healthy and happy. We love her so much, she's brought so much to our lives.


--Kristin



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