Marlanu

Progress!?

Walking the dog is not an easy task. It’s like having a part time job taking care of a fluffy toddler. And the weather is not helping me at all. For the past few days, it snowed, rained and it was really cold.

Snowing in Bucharest

Normally, I would sleep in till lunch time. With Pluto, I only get to sleep till 7AM. Once I am awake, I gather all my courage to get out of bed. It’s such a hard task, because the heat is still turned off and it’s cold even in the house. The bed is so nice and warm, even Pluto wants in.

Me and Pluto

Yup, that’s us cuddling in the morning. We’re cute like that.

I must confess sometimes I feel like letting Pluto do his business in the house so I can sleep a little longer. But I never do. No matter what, I always get out of the bed. So, my dear Pluto get’s to walk with me around 2-3 hours a day. This usually depends on the weather. If I’m lucky I may also find another dog walker with a playful pup. This way Pluto gets a playmate. Yet, I haven’t had much luck in that department. Half of the dogs in the area are bigger than my Pluto and they play too rough for my liking. And the rest of the dog population is made of smaller breeds that are aggressive towards anything that moves.

The great part of walking Pluto is no more dog poo in the house. He pee’s sometimes on the hallway, but that’s not a big problem. We can easily clean up the pee. I wasn’t expecting him to be house trained in a week.

Also, after 4 days of dog walking my legs started hurting. It seems I’ve been a couch potato for such a long time that walking is enough to give me a workout. I always say I want to get in shape, but I never do anything to get results. This time, I’m doing it for Pluto and it helps me as well.

It’s funny how I get motivated more for others than I do for myself.

Looking at the bigger picture, we’re making progress. It’s good progress for all involved. I dare say, even for Marlanu’ things are getting better. After all, Pluto is too tired to play with him when he gets home. So the cat gets more time to be a cat.

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Yes, Marlanu’ get’s to sleep more than us. He gets the warmest places. And when the dog is away, the cat will play.

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Same old, same old

I guess I’ve become quite bored of my new freedom. I’m stitching, watching movies and keeping the pets from destroying the house altogether.

Yet, I don’t have any energy to do other stuff. Stuff that girls my age do, like going out, work out and just take care of themselves in general. So, I guess I’m stuck.

There’s a good side to all things, I suppose. I mean, I am making good progress on my Grigorescu needlepoint project.

needlepoint

I’ve said that I will leave the black at the end but I couldn’t help myself. It’s taking shape nicely and I’m quite proud of it. I’ve stitched about 4-5 hours each day for the past few weeks (my back is killing me). It’s something that I’m actually proud of. If I finish it by the end of the year, that would make it a record for me. 3 needlepoint projects finished in the course of a year.

And then there are these two, Pluto and Marlanu':

Pluto and Marlanu

They seem to get along whenever sleep and food is involved. I can’t actually believe how big Pluto is at the moment. And I don’t think I’ve processed the fact that he is still a pup and that he is still growing.

Oh well,  I do have big plans for the next couple of days. I am planning on taking Pluto to the park. That’s a big task since the park is a 15 minute walk from home and Pluto is not yet used to the chaos that goes on in this big city. Still, I shall try my best.

Health scare

I don’t know how but we just have this really bad luck when it comes to pets. With Marlanu’ we were expecting him to have health issues since he was a stray. But, we weren’t expecting Pluto (Smotocel) to have so many health issues since we bought him from a breeder.

He gave us quite a scare 3 days ago. The day started so nice, everything was OK. There were no signs that he might be feeling ill, until he pooped something out of a horror movie and was throwing up. We went straight to the local vet, who gave him some shots and advised us to not give him any food or water till the next morning. Instead, to make sure we give him mint tea for his stomach pains.

We followed her instructions and it was basically an all-nighter for me, and Pluto wasn’t getting any better. Marlanu’ was the reason why I woke up Johnny and went straight to the animal clinic at 3AM.

Usually Marlanu’ sleeps with John and Pluto sleeps with me. Well, Marlanu’ didn’t leave Pluto alone at all. Wherever the dog went, the cat followed.

Pluto and Marlanu'

At the animal clinic we did multiple tests, including the one for parvo. Fortunate for us, he doesn’t have parvo, but after an X-ray we learned that his intestines we’re bloated in some areas and blocked in others, and he had a lot of gas in him. Which made his tummy hurt really bad and made him really sick.

Pluto

The vet didn’t allow us to take him back home since he got so sick in such a short period of time. We didn’t argue with him, since we we’re both tired and unable to properly look after him. We did visit Pluto the second day, he was better but still needed treatment. We we’re only able to take him back home yesterday morning. He is better, but he is on a diet, he has to go to the vet daily (for his treatment) and we also are treating him at home for his ear infection. And I won’t mention his skin condition for which we will have to get other tests done to see what exactly is the cause.

Pluto

While I am happy that Pluto is back home and is feeling better, playing around, eating properly and just being a normal pup, I am pissed that there is nothing that we can do to report the breeder. Apparently, the dog should’ve come with a warranty (seriously?!?) and there is no law that can force the breeders to improve the conditions they keep their dogs (as long as they are feed and given water, plus the fake health certificates).

The warranty part pisses me off the most. I got a dog not an appliance. Since when do living things need a warranty? I understand the pedigree part, but why a warranty?

Seriously, what’s wrong with people these days?

A new chapter

I’ve almost finished cleaning the house. I still have the laundry so I can take a small break for my house chores.

While I’m writing this, Marlanu’ is drinking water and Pluto (also known as Smotocel) is sleeping on my foot. You might wonder who Pluto is. Well, he is a 2 months old Labrador puppy. Yes, we got a dog. After many months and a lot of begging, Johnny caved in and now we are 4.

Pluto Smotocel

As you might imagine I am really happy with the outcome. We’ve bragged about him to everyone, except to my parents. In fact, it would be for the best if they didn’t find out just yet. I know it’s their house and they’ve allowed us to stay (we pay everything and take care of everything), even with a cat, but I don’t know how they’ll react to a dog that will grow to be 30 kg.

I hope we’ve done a lot of good things so they won’t be that mad when they find out. Because, they will find out and they will be mad. It’s just a matter of time.

Pluto is a really small pup for his age, even if we bought him from a “breeder”. He came to us dirty, with a fake health certificate and no pedigree. We don’t care about the pedigree, but he wasn’t dewormed and he doesn’t have his first vaccine. The vet we went today told us that the signatures and stamps on his health certificate don’t have certain things that all vets normally have.

That means we have to start from scratch with Pluto as we did with Marlanu’. That’s not a problem for us. We wouldn’t have gotten a dog if we couldn’t afford it. It’s just annoying we’ve gave money to someone that does this kind of things.

I’m also happy that Marlanu’ is not aggressive towards Pluto. We we’re worried on how the cat would react to the dog. Well, we left them together alone for 5-6 hours and nothing bad happened. Even the house was in one piece.

I just can’t wait to take him for walks and for him to learn to sleep alone. When people say dogs are like children they aren’t joking.