Perdu Goes To The Vet

Perdu had to go to the vet today. When my person got him from the pound, Perdu went straight to the vet’s office and had an operation so he couldn’t make any more puppies. Today Perdu had to have his stitches taken out. We’ve all had that operation. My person told me there are too many dogs. That’s why the pound has to make some of them go to sleep. We like having puppies here, but all of the puppies have an operation so they don’t have any puppies either.

On the way home from the vet my person saw a little black dog almost get hit by a car. My person got out of the car and picked up the little doggy. My person asked a worker who was mowing someone’s lawn if it was his dog. The man said no, so my person took the little black dog to the vet to see if it had a chip inside her. We all have a chip in case we get lost. If someone finds us, the chip place will call my person and say we were found. If we end up in the pound, they won’t make us go to sleep until they let my person know we are there.

KC, my friend at the vet’s office, checked for a chip on the little black dog, and what do you know she had one. KC called the phone number the chip company gave her and the lady who answered the phone said it wasn’t her dog. She lived in Colorado and her dog was sitting in her lap. This happened when I took my three week walk. My person found another little white dog like me and the dog had a chip. Only one problem, the chip was wrong. The records said the chip belonged to another dog. My person tells people when their dog gets a chip put in to have the vet check the number to be sure it’s correct. Nothing like thinking the chip is right and finding out in a very sad way that it was wrong all along. My person also tells people if they move to have their contact information updated with the chip company. If the phone doesn’t work anymore, the chip company can’t call.

Since the chip number was wrong on the little black dog, my person had to bring her home. She didn’t like Perdu very much. She growled at him. Maybe she’d never seen a poodle before. She liked me though. She followed me all over the house. If I’d go outside she’d be right behind me. I think everybody likes me! I liked the little black dog and was kinda glad she came to our house when she did. Today is bath day. If my person has something else to do, I don't have to get a bath.

My person made up some signs and took the little black dog out and hung them up around the place where she was found. My person was hoping to find her owner out looking for her. No luck. The little black dog came back to our house for an unscheduled play date.

Just a few minutes ago a woman called my person. Her little black dog was missing and she found one of the signs. They thought their dog was sleeping under the bed and then found out she wasn’t in the house. My person asked the lady if the dog was wearing a collar. The lady said yes, and the dog’s name was Touchdown. My person laughed and said, “That explains the Miami Dolphins collar she’s wearing. The lady started screaming. She was so excited my person found Touchdown. They came to our house right away. Touchdown was very glad to see them. My person was very glad they got their little black dog back too. We have enough dogs already. Guess where Touchdown lives, in the house where the man was working in the yard. The workers must have let her out and didn’t notice. My person told me it happens all the time. We’re all glad Touchdown got back home safely and didn’t get hit by that car.

If you’re keeping track, that’s the third dog we’ve found in one week. My person said, “We’re not leaving the house the rest of the weekend.” I don’t know why, it’s always fun to have new friends at our house. Wonder if I'll still have to take a bath?

Farah the Big Brown Dog

We have mice in our yard. Mack and I like to chase them when we find them. My person doesn’t want to kill Walter or Trudy or make us sick, but also doesn't want the mice living here. We can’t put a kill trap outside or use poison. My person went and got a live trap to keep all of us safe. When one of the mice is in the trap, my person takes them to a field and lets them go.

Today when my person was letting a mouse go, a big dog named Farah came up to greet my person. Poor Farah was lost. Luckily Farah had a collar with tags so my person could call her people and tell them Farah was lost. When my person called, Farah’s person said they were visiting friends an hour away and would come up to get her. I guess Farah likes to dig in her yard. Her people had her tied up in the backyard, but Farah slipped out of her harness and dug out of the backyard. I think Farah really wanted to go for a walk. Farah’s people wanted my person to let Farah go and leave her there until they came to get her. If you know my person, you know that didn’t happen. Farah came to our house.

Since Perdu was not very nice to the ugly brown and white dog the other day, my person was worried about bringing Farah into the house. Farah got tied to a tree outside while my person mowed the lawn. Farah’s people called about an hour later. They were looking for Farah, but couldn’t find her. My person told them where we lived so they could come to get her. My person wasn’t very happy with Farah’s people and was going to “have a talk” with them. When they came, Farah’s people were very happy to see her. Farah’s dad apologized for my person having to bring her home and said, “If there’s ever I anything I can do for you, just let me know. Farah’s dad is a fireman. There’s some people you have to give a break to. A firefighter is one of those people. I hope we never need him for anything.

Leo the Brown and White Dog

Ding dong! Ding dong! Our doorbell was ringing. Whenever that happens we run as fast as we can back and forth from the front door to the back door, barking and barking!! There’s only one reason the doorbell can be ringing. Someone must be here to see us. This time it was the neighbor person coming to say one of our dogs had gotten out and was running down the alley. My person quickly came back in the house and counted all of our noses. We were all there. Of course we were there, I went for an extended walk a couple of years ago, and I’ll never do that again.

My person grabbed a leash and went back outside. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. If my person was taking a leash outside, why wasn’t I on the other end of it? A few minutes later, my person came back in the house carrying a little brown and white dog. My person put the dog down on the floor. I took one look at it and thought of the line from The Color Purple, “You sho is ugly!” That little dog must have been some kind of a mix. I think his mom must have been a Papillon and his dad must have been whatever dog happened to be in the neighborhood at the time. He even had bulgy green eyes. I’ve never seen a dog with green eyes before. Perdu really didn’t like the ugly dog. He started growling at it. My person got mad and put Perdu and me outside. It’s wasn’t fair that I had to go too, but Perdu starts barking if I’m not right there with him. When there’s too much barking, my person’s face turns all red.

We watched through the window as my person made some posters and took the ugly dog back out the front door. After about an hour my person came back but without the ugly dog. My person told me some girls pointed out the house where the ugly dog lived. The people weren’t home, but the dog’s neighbor person said she’d take him. She said his name was Leo. She also said he was bad. I guess he gets out of his yard a lot and goes around the neighborhood causing trouble. No wonder Perdu didn’t like him. She asked if my person wanted to keep him. My person quickly said, “No! We have enough dogs already!” I’m glad. I really didn’t want the ugly dog to live at my house. We really do have enough dogs already.

Perdu the Bichon?

Perdu came to visit yesterday. My person found him in our local pound and rescued him. Perdu’s last day was the day my person went to get him. Our pound doesn’t do adoptions. The local SPCA comes and evaluates the animals to see if they are adoptable. If they’re adoptable and the SPCA has room, they get another chance. If there’s no room, they get euthanized after 7 days. Perdu was on his seventh day and there was no room for him at the SPCA. My person named him Perdu (pronounced pair do) because it’s French for overlooked. We all think Perdu was overlooked at the pound.

My person said Perdu will stay with us until he has a new forever home. My person’s friends at Small Paws http://www.smallpawsrescue.org/ will help find Perdu a new home. I really hope it’s soon! When Perdu came to our house yesterday, we all had fun running and playing in our back yard. Perdu had to leave his special scent on everything in the yard to say he’d been there. Then Dudley would have to leave his scent. Then I’d leave mine. Then Mack would leave his. Then Perdu would start the whole thing over again. You’d never seen so many legs lifting in the air so fast. Honey just sat there and watched.

Perdu must think he’s at Six Flags and I’m the main attraction. He tried riding me around the yard whenever he wasn’t leaving his mark somewhere. At first I didn’t mind. He’s still pretty much a puppy, and you’re supposed to be nice when you have company. After a while it got pretty old. He kept doing it all night long. I’d tell him to get off me, but pretty soon he’d try to get another piggy back ride.

Finally it was bedtime. Mack and I got in our box. I figured Perdu couldn’t bug me anymore. Then he started scratching on the door to my box. My person put him in his box. I don’t think Perdu liked it very much. He barked at least once an hour all night long. I didn’t get much sleep and I was pretty grumpy this morning.

As soon as Perdu got up this morning, he tried to get another piggy back ride. There must be something wrong with his legs. Why else would he want me to take him for a ride? I showed him though. When we came back in this morning, I hid under my person’s bed. Perdu looked all over the house but he couldn’t find me.

I’ll let you in on a little secret…I think Perdu is actually a poodle.

Walter and Trudy

I got in trouble this morning. Mack and I were running around the back yard barking. My person came out and yelled, “Be Quiet! It’s not even 7:00 yet!” We had to bark to welcome Walter and Trudy’s company. Walter and Trudy are the funny looking dogs that live in the tree next door. My person says they’re not dogs, but they have fur, four legs, and a bushy tail like me, so they must be dogs. What does my person know anyway?

Seems like it’s about this time every year Walter and Trudy have friends stop by. We have fun chasing everyone across the fence and welcoming them as they jump from tree to tree. This morning there must have been about ten of Walter’s buddies out there. Everyone was having a great time running up and down the tree branches playing tag. I told some of the friends not to play so rough though. Come to think of it, I don’t know why Walter and Trudy invite their friends over. Things seem to get out hand. Last year everyone got into a fight. Poor Walter was almost knocked out of the tree. Trudy must have been base for their tag game. Everyone was running up and jumping on her. Then another funny looking dog would knock them off. By the time they were all done playing, Trudy was all disheveled. She must really take playing tag seriously. Her hair was all messed up. She even had patches of fur missing. After everyone finished playing tag, they said goodbye and went home. Trudy didn’t have to be lonely too long. About a month later she had funny looking puppies hanging around her. Wonder if the funny looking puppies will come again this year.

Gracie's Puppies

Boy do I miss Gracie's puppies. Gracie came to stay with us in January. She also brought her five puppies with her. She was supposed to have them at our house, but Gracie couldn't wait, she had them the night before she came. Unfortunately one of Gracie's puppies didn't make it. My person named her Gracie's Angel. The other four puppies did great and we had lots of fun together. The puppies would pull on my tail and my ears at the same time. Most of the time it was fun. Dudley even liked the puppies. Sometimes he'd have to show them who's boss. He'd bark at the puppies if they got in his dog food bowl. Those little puppies would go running as fast as their little legs could go.

Gracie was rescued from a puppy mill that was going out of business. Her puppies were Bichon/Shih-Tzu mix. I guess places like Petland (bleck) call them designer dogs. My person said they were mutts. They sure were cute though. At first we weren't allowed in the room with them. My person would go in there and Gracie would growl at us through the door. I don't know what the problem was, she would run around with us in the backyard, but she sure didn't want us to come in and visit her puppies.

After a few weeks, Gracie decided we could come and meet her puppies. Pretty soon my person moved them into the living room and we all got to play together. Sometimes they pottied on the floor. When I do it, I get in trouble. For some reason, my person never got mad at the puppies.

After a while, all the puppies went away. My person said they all went to their forever homes. We were all really sad when they left. Even my person was sad. I was hoping one of them would get to stay at our house, but my person said, "We already have enough dogs."

Hopefully soon we'll have more puppies at our house.

Perdu comes to visit us tomorrow.

It's Me Riley

Hi! My name is Riley. I'm an 8 yr old Bichon Frise. I grew up in a puppy mill. When I was three years old, a lady named Robin came to the mill and rescued me. Robin and a friend started a rescue group named Small Paws Rescue. For a couple of weeks I got to live in Robin's house in Oklahoma. Now I live in Texas with my person, three brothers and one sister. I'll tell you all about them another time. Right now the spot light's on me.

There's always something going on at my house. We have lots of friends visiting for me to play with. A couple of years ago I decided to go for a really long walk. It took me almost three weeks to make it back home. I had a lot of adventures and saw a lot of sites. My person was very happy when I came back home.

Since I can't type very well, I have to tell my person what to write. I've got lots of stories to share. For now I've got to go take a nap in my favorite place under my person's bed.