Monday, April 25, 2011

A Quite, Quite, Eventful Week

Haha. Adorable. Extremely melting. I mean, all she has to do is look at you and—
Wait. You don’t know who ‘she’ is, do you? Oh, sorry. Got a bit carried away. SHE is THE PUPPY. Yep. Our puppy. Our adorable puppy. Haha. YES!!!! WE GOT A PUPPY!!!!! Two dogs, now. Moby and—wait for the name—Beatrice. Or Bea. Or Bea Bea, as my Dad calls her.  J
Ah, and Moby… poor dog. He doesn’t like her, at all—not that she did anything. From the moment they met, Moby hates it when she gets near him. She was sniffing him while he lay down, and he got up abruptly. Hmm… I’m not sure if he’s jealous or what. :P
J She had a bit of trauma the first day, due to being moved so much. We got her yesterday. J Cutie. We were two and a half hours from KC, visiting grandparents for Easter.
I wanted a different puppy, but the problem was that my puppy was a boy, had less of the father’s blood in it, and was smaller. :P I nicknamed him my Appaloosa, and he would just sit in my lap and cuddle… there were two litters by the same dog, and this one was half Catahoula and half of the father… which I shall mention below. Anyways, my adorable puppy didn’t get to come with us… :P
We got them from some friends we have, for free! Just as we got Moby for free.
Anyways, we saw her a few times before we actually got her—we ‘put a hold on her,’ you might say. She is only six weeks old and is HUGE... Why? Because her mother was a Border Collie mix and her father was a Great Pyrenees. Huge, white dogs, Great Pyrenees are.
Her body is completely white with a black head and a stripe down the forehead. She’s got these adorable brown eyes that totally melt you. XD Adorable, as I said.
Here’s the story of her first traumatic day with us—the Sadaars:
We picked her up around three. We had two of our cousins with us which we were taking to Emporia, and they got to hold her first. We used my pillow and she slept most of the ride, and we got to Emporia (at Starbucks), took her out and let her take care of her business, and then she tumbled about a bit with me. J Our cousins left with their Dad.
Long car ride again. We handed her off every fifteen minutes (poor dog) and she slept for most of it… the cycle went like this: Me, Ry, Manny, and then Jake. Then we went around again.
We finally got her home, and poor girl, she was in a totally new place. We took her straight outside and let her sniff, but she was super scared because it was dark and dogs were barking.
Beatrice didn’t go, so we took her inside and set her in the sink. She’d never had a bath because she was raised outside in a pen. She totally freaked. When we turned the water on, my Dad had to hold her front legs so she couldn’t get out. She whined so badly that she almost barked. She sounded like she was screaming… when we turned off the water she was better, and we rubbed in the soap. But when we turned it back on, every time it got near her, she went off again. :P Soon she was done and I dried her, and then we brushed her long, silky fur.
So then we took her back outside. She STILL didn’t go… she was fine for a bit when she tussled about with me, and she came when I called. (She already comes!) But then she got a little scared, the heater turned on, and she bolted. Poor girl, like I said. Dogs began barking, and her being in an unknown place, she wouldn’t move. So we had to pick her up and take her inside. :P
We brought Moby’s old kennel inside and Dad divided it with a stand-up piece of wood so that she wouldn’t have too much room because she wasn’t potty-trained yet. J I put the pillow that we used in the car for her in there, and a blanket over it, and she fell asleep… but again, poor puppy. She began whining, and Manny went down there three times during the night. She’s better now, though… J
So there were two litters, two moms, and one father. The father was a stray Great Pyrenees, and the mothers were Snips, a Catahoula, and Sassy, a Border Collie mix. J Both really nice.
So that’s our new puppy adventure, just beginning. :D
Oh, and another thing that’s really interesting; our puppy has six toes on her back feet! It’s a Great Pyrenees thing. J Haha. Play on words. XD
More news. Sorry if I bored you with my long story of Beatrice, but I had to!! She’s too cute. So here’s my other news.
My Grandpa has a farm that’s really old and broken, the house leaks but is still good, and our old dog, Queasy, lives there. Anyways, it was vandalized. We (Manny and I) went with two of our cousins and found a window busted, one of the doors unlocked, and all the doors in the house open. Which are always closed.
It happened like this. We drove up and Grandpa saw a shed door open.
“Queasy must have done that,” He mutters.
But we find the window and door. And Manny said the door to the upstairs was open, as well. So we started joking around that somebody broke in—and then we saw that many of the other doors of the many sheds and things were opened. Ow. So we walked around and found that a few things had been tossed aside, since there was very little of worth there. We figured out later that they were probably only looking for machineryish stuff, for they didn’t take the expensive clock on the wall. Hmm.
It also looked like a few things might’ve been missing from the attic. We still weren’t sure, though. Not until Grandpa went to get the mower, for we were going to mow that day. No, the mower wasn’t stolen. But the battery had been ripped out, breaking the fittings. A charger was stolen as well, and then another $150 charger was also stolen. Ow. They used a wrench and broke into the machine shed… blah. We never did find the wrench.
The Blacksmith’s Shed hadn’t been open in years, but they forced it open and propped it open with a chair, indicating they carried things out. But we don’t know what was in there, so that’s bad.
We went exploring some more, and found my Dad’s old car that was half-rotted. Manny opened (with her hands!!) the engine compartment, and a skunk was in it!! It didn’t try to spray us, but I was standing right there and saw the whole thing. Manny screamed and dropped it, XD Hannah and Abby, who were standing nearby, hadn’t seen the skunk and didn’t believe us. So Hannah, the brave one, picked up some fence posts and began propping it open and saw the skunk. No, she did not scream or jump away. She’s thirteen, and she said, “Oh, come on! Its cute!” Heh. It was, though. We thought it might’ve had a nest in there, because it wouldn’t leave.
After all that, we called the Cops. It took them awhile, but they got to the farm and asked questions. They said they might put up a camera and use my Grandpa’s four-wheeler as bait, but I haven’t heard anything back since then, and that was Friday. Three days ago.
So that is my half-exciting life. Usually my life is not that exciting, but this was a weird week.
Ah, and drawings. For co-op homework I am drawing from the Final Storm the scene where Falon fights the Wyrm Lord (Sorry if I spoiled that part).
And that’s all!


Camerie Ann said...

COOL!! Your puppy sounds so cute! POST PICTURES!! That sounds like an eventful week....:D

Vrenith said...

Actually, I'm just about to post 'em. :D


Jake said...

Awesome post! :D

This sentence made me laugh for no reason: "After all that, we called the Cops."

Vrenith said...

XD Now you're making me laugh!

That DOES sound a bit weird.


Leauphaun said...

She sounds SO CUTE!!!

You can't bore us with puppie stuff. And Jake's right. The 'call the cops' part is quite funny sounding...but I am sorry that there was a break in.

OOOOOOUUUU!! O_O Falon fighting the Wyrm Lord...sounds cool. Keep it up :)

Skunks are SO cute. But smelly. Neat that you saw one

- Leauphaun

Vrenith said...

Yah, yah, and yah to all your exclamations!! :D She IS adorable...

And yes, it IS cool, except I did horrible with the background because I was in a hurry... Its really hazy and is pretty much just grass. :P XD

YES!! So cute. :)



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