[playing with Cookie] – V’s Flickr, 17 Feb ’08.
As per Estee’s request (quoted via MSN: *kaachiingg* i insert a 50cent coin and request for Kein to blog about cookie), here’s the awaited post on my puppy!
We bought Cookie (that’s the name of our pup, incase anyone hasn’t realised that by now) from Pets Paradise at Melbourne Central for $850. Here’s a few pics taken on the first day, 8 weeks of age:
We named her Cookie, which came from a dog belonging to a friend of Stan’s. She was simply “the puppy” for the first two days until I decided to call her Cookie. First choice was Milkshake, but V thought that sounded weird so.. oh well.
She’s actually three-quarters chihuahua, but I didn’t really bother finding out what the remaining quarter was (the cute factor must have come from the quarter lineage somewhere). She’s not much of a barker though, whines alot and wants attention.
- #1 Face licking. For some reason, she finds my face interesting enough to lick for a few minutes non-stop. (I wouldn’t want to lick my own face even if I could do it.)
- #2 Playing with random stuff e.g. pen, tissue paper, plastic bags, tennis balls, biting her own tail (her tail’s too long for her to chase it).
- #3 Mountain climbing: scaling the heights of Mount V and the seemingly insurmountable Mount Kein. Successful conquests result in activity 1.
- #4 Trying to bite our toes/ankles, and charging about like a miniature train in her nonstop attempts. Playing this with her is exercise enough for me, who needs a Wii?
A lot of things were skipped when we first bought her, like for example:
A proper dog bed, which cost like $40. The petshop wanted to sell us like everything, but V decided that we should shop around to see if we could get a better deal (that’s her job). So we put her in a cardboard box with a tea towel for the first week.
She got sick somewhere in the middle of the first week, due to the dry food we were feeding her. The vet didn’t seem to be too surprised when he heard that though, seems like a lot of puppies get upset tummies in their first week. After listening and feeling her over with his large capable hands, he said was, “leave her with us for the night, and give us a call tomorrow morning to check how she is”, and proceeded to jab her with a syringe for her diarrhoea. Of course, Cookie didn’t take that too well, and started barking loudly.
We picked her up the next day, and she was much better, having visibly gained alot of weight. Fortunately there was this guarantee from the petshop which covered the medical expenses from the Village Vet, and all I paid was $9.75 for the food which the clinic recommended.
And now she’s into the second week of her life with us, and looking pretty happy after we upgraded her bed:
It’s actually the same old cardboard box, but we bought a metre of fleece from Lincraft and wrapped it up. Add a cushion and hey presto, new comfy bed! It cost us a total of like $7, in comparison to the $45 which we saw at Queen Victoria market.
Cookie seems to like the bed enough.
There’s the bit about toilet training which we are still struggling with right now though. In the first week, she pretty much peed and pooed all over the place, especially when she had diarrhoea. We’re pretty vigilant nowadays, so any signs of her sniffing around gets her hauled off to the pooping zone.
This was stage 1, when we newspapered an area and blocked it off with Yellow Pages (convenient building blocks, reminds me of Lego).
I read an article about papering the entire area, and decided to try it out. This was stage 2. Bad idea, especially when we came out of the shower dripping. Wet newspapers, blah. Stage 2 lasted a few hours, and it was back to stage 1 mode, but with a bigger pooping zone.
Our neighbor Clyde asked a friend of hers, and suggested putting newspapers on her favourite pooping spots, and gradually shifting the newspapers towards the bathroom when she got used to the newspapers. Too long for me though; any other quicker suggestions? What we do now is bring her out to play for 20 minutes, and dump her in the poop zone if time’s up or she starts sniffing.
I hate to imagine how Cookie will be looking like after she takes her bath (we haven’t had a chance to bath her yet).