Mar. 21, 2016
Memo
To: All remaining dogs
From: resigned Alpha
Subject: Sam's absence
First, I'm not resigning as Alpha, I'm just resigned to the situation. English is hard.
As some of you may have noticed, Sam is not here. He is currently out of town at a recovery facility. In the old days, these places were called "sanitoriums" or "convalescent homes". We now call this place "Alpha's youngest puppy's house". Whatever you choose to call it, this is a place where one goes to rest and recuperate from an illness or trauma. Sam hasn't been sick, but he certainly has had his share of trauma - Steven I hope you know what I'm referring to.
Yesterday when my Puppy #1, her human puppies and my Puppy #3, his GF and their canine puppies were visiting, it was suggested that I send Sam home with Puppy#3 and his girlfriend so that he could get some rest and recuperate, in the hope that he'll come home stronger so that he won't feel like he constantly has to assert his status in the pack - Steven.
As you can see from the photos, Sam is relaxed and resting, something I don't think he's been able to do for awhile here at home - Steven. I'm not sure how long he'll be away, I'll leave that up to P3 and GF. They'll be assessing his physical and mental state and reporting back to me.
It might feel strange around here for awhile, but we'll adjust and hopefully I'll be able to give my own self a rest from the constant worrying I've been doing lately - Steven.
I'll keep you posted on Sam's progress and if any of you would like to send your best wishes just let me know and I'll set up a Skpye session since none of you type very well and your handwriting is awful. We can also try a few phone calls, but I'll be the one to make those. Do NOT listen to Smith if he says he has permission to use the phone while I'm not around.
Mar. 20, 2016
Sam and Steven,
You might have noticed that I didn't call either of you "dear". Neither of you is exactly dear to me right now. I'm feeling pretty furious with both of you this morning. I thought that both of you had worked out your differences with yesterday's tiff, but it seems I was wrong. What the actual fuck you guys? Do either of you have any idea how scary it is to be ripped out of a deep sleep at 4:45am by the sound of a dog fight in the living room? It's awful and it's made worse by the fact that it's my day off and I was really looking forward to sleeping in. Like till 6:30 maybe.
Sam, the sound that you make during a fight is godawful and heartwrenching and terrifying. Steve only growls a little but that's only because he's usually got his mouth full of some part of your body. The general noise level during one of these little incidents is bad; there's the yelping from you Sam, the growling from Steve, the panicky barking from The Weiners, and huge, loud, frantic barking from Beau and Peep. All together that makes about as many decibles as a low flying jet.
Steve, you were hard to pull off this morning. I've never had to kick a dog ever in my life until this morning, but you just wouldn't realease. I only started kicking when I realized it was a really bad idea to put my hand in your mouth to try and pry it open. A moment of temporary insanity on my part. I'm amazed that you didn't really didn't do any damage this time, only opened up last night's pucture and added a scrape to Sam's neck. I expected MUCH worse when I couldn't get you off of Sam, maybe his thick fur protected him. I guess I should be grateful that you didn't latch on to one of his shaved areas, they haven't grown back all of the way yet and there's not as much protection there.
Sam, you did give Steve a few new nicks on his face, but not as bad as in the past. Don't misunderstand, you're in just as much trouble as he is. I've seen the way you just can't seem to keep your mouth shut and not say mean things everytime Steve comes within 10 feet of you. You've got to stop, you know how mad he gets when you say bad things and then snap at him. If you want to commit suicide keep it up. But I can think of several less unpleasant ways to kill yourself. You're lucky that all you got was a new shallow scrape on your neck and bled a little from last night's puncture.
Steve, I thought you'd gotten good at just walking away from Sam when he starts talking smack. What happened? Have you forgotten that you are the very bottom of the pack. Maybe you think your status has changed because NR thinks you're the best thing in the world? News flash: her opinion doesn't count for shit. It's great that you have this new playmate who only wants to pay attention to you, but that's all she is: a playmate. She has no authority, no status, no decision making power, and of course no ambition or money. Having her undivided attention does NOT make you hot shit and it doesn't give you any leeway for bad behavior even though she's willing to put up with it. Just because Sam tries to start something, it doesn't mean that you have to fall for it and go all red line on him. You're better than that, I thought I'd taught you better. Time to work on that again.
In short, the 2 of you are driving me crazy. I had an offer from my youngest puppy to take Sam to his house for awhile, but I really don't want to break up our pack. And he already has 3 big dogs as well as 2 cats. He lives in the city and I don't think Corvallis will let him have any more animals without a kennel license. So that's not really an option. And despite Smith's repeated suggestions to either drive you out into the wilderness and drop you off, or just plain put you down, I'm not ready to give up on you Steven.
I am absolutely going to sit NR down and tell her exactly how things need to change. Steven, I think it would be a great idea for her to spend more time looking for a job and less time hugging you and throwing the ball. If she doesn't make immediate changes, she's going to be leaving a hell of a lot earlier than June. Like tomorrow maybe. I'll remind her that she's a grown human and not a puppy and that I expect her to behave like a grown up. We'll just have to see how it goes.
You both look tired and I'm exhausted, I think we'd all better take a nap before the little grandpuppies get here for lunch. You're both on probation and you're both grounded. Let's just see if you can redeem yourselves over the next 2 days that I'm not working.
xo (yes, there's fewer x's and o's today),
Really pissed Alpha
Mar. 19, 2016
Wesson: What happened outside?
Smith: We heard all kinds of noise coming from the garage just before you got home, what's going on?
Me: Sam and Steve were fighting in there.
Wesson: Wait, I remember that you left Steve inside when you went to work, just like you always do.
Smith: We'd rather you put him outside you know, we could use the peace and quiet. although we understand that those two aren't ever to be alone together so we put up with him. How did he get out?
Me: I wondered that myself when I pulled the 2 of them apart. It seems that NR left a window open downstairs where she lives and since Steve goes downstairs all the time, he must have noticed that there was an escape route and took advantage of it.
Smith: See Wes, I told you that idiot doesn't have any magical powers and can't walk through walls. He just got lucky.
Wesson: does Sam have to go to the vet again?
Me: no, he's only got one little puncture on his leg this time. I think maybe they'd just started when I pulled up. Steve has a few cuts on his face, I'm sure he'll let you lick them.
Smith: where is that human puppy that lives downstairs? She's always here, she doesn't go anywhere or do anything but she wasn't here today. Is she gone? Do we have our house back? Did the licking work? We tried to make sure we licked as much and as loud as we could every time she was around us. Did it work? Is she gone? I hope so, my tongue is really tired and I think some of the hair is missing on my back because Wesson licks too hard.
Me: sadly, no. She said she was going to be doing some work for the guy that brought her here. I thought she'd be back sometime today, but she wasn't and it never occurred to me that she would leave a window open. And it sure as hell never occurred to me that Steve would figure out that he could get outside. He might just be smarter than we give him credit for.
Wesson: like smarter than that bug I ate today?
Smith: maybe equal to but not greater than.
Me: wow, that was quite the sentence, I'm impressed.
Smith: well you made us watch all of that Downton Abbey crap every night last week, I paid attention to the way they talked because you seem to like it.
Me: thank you Smith, that was very thoughtful of you.
Beau: Madame, a word?
Me: of course.
Beau: Peep and I would like to apologize for not being able to stop the fight. We tried, at one point Peep actually had ahold of Steven's tail but she couldn't pull him off. Sam was stuck between the freezer and the refrigerator and I couldn't get in close enough to rip Steven's throat out. I'm sorry. We failed you. Again.
Me: Peep, please stop crying, you left some lovely bite marks on Steve's tail. I know you and Beau did the best you could and I'm sure Sam would be much worse off if you hadn't gone to his rescue. Neither of you failed me. I don't blame you. I don't even really blame Steve and Sam, they don't seem to be able to stop themselves.
Smith: If anyone asks me, I'd say it's NR's fault for leaving the window open. I don't think I like her very much. Will she be leaving soon? Can she take The Idiot with her when she goes?
Me: I'm inclined to agree with you.
Smith: You mean you'll make Dummy go with her?!?!?!?! That would be the best thing ever! We could get rid of both problems at the same time! Brilliant!!
Me: I didn't mean that I agreed with sending Steve away, I was agreeing with where to place the blame for this fiasco. I'm going to have to try to talk to her again when she gets back. I hope it goes better than the last time I wanted to talk to her and she said she'd be right back and then never came out of the bathroom.
Beau: we'll try harder with her Madame. It's very frustrating to try to teach her anything, she doesn't listen very well and she doesn't pay attention for very long at all. Sometimes I even wonder if she hears anything that I try to tell her. Even when we give her lots of treats when she does something good, she doesn't seem to retain anything.
Me: don't worry about it Beau, I know you're doing the best you can. I just hope she isn't too old to learn new tricks. And you can back off on the treats, she's eating me out of house and home as it is. I'm kind of tired you guys, and my leg has fallen asleep because Sam's head is very heavy and he seems to need to be plastered against me. Let's all put our jammies on and curl up and watch some tv.
Steve: I'm really sorry about today....can I sit with you?
Smith: go to hell Estupido. You upset the Alpha again. And it's already crowded up here with the huge white head taking up most of The Lap.
Me: Smith, stop. I'll handle this. Steve, I don't think it's a good idea for both you and Sam to be on the couch at the same time. There are plenty of other places to lay down Let's all relax and try to have a pleasant evening. What should we watch?
Smith: anything but that PBS garbage you made us watch all last week. Bo-ring.
Wesson: Lady and the Tramp - that little cockeral espaniel girl is gorgeous!
Me: *eyeroll* she's a cartoon Wesson.
Wesson: still gorgeous.
Beau: I noticed a documentary on Egypt the other day when you were scrolling through the available programs...
Peep: I don't care, I'm just going to cry through whatever we watch anyway. I just feel so bad about everything.
Steve: can I pick something?
Sam: NO! You don't get to pick. You're in trouble.
Me: you're both in trouble so please be quiet and stop snarling at each other. I'm thinking it might be a good evening for a Stargate SG-1 marathon, or maybe we'll catch up on I Zombie? I'll heat up some pizza.
Smith: Ooooo! We can have the crusts right? I don't think we had dinner. I'm starving. Come to think of it, are you sure you gave us breakfast before you went to work? Can you make Sam move over?, he's crushing me. And tell Dumbo to stop looking at me like that, it's not MY fault you're mad at him.
Peep: Oh, Dumbo! Can we watch the Dumbo movie? That song his mother sings to him always helps me cry.
Me: I think I'm just going to give up and go to bed.
Smith: Yesssss! We could use some alone time, just you and me Lady, just you and me. And I guess Wesson if he wants to come. But not Buttface. Have I ever mentioned that I hate him? Are you hungry? Can we have pizza in bed? You're still having pizza right?
Me:.............*eyeroll*
Mar. 17, 2016
Dear Smith and Wesson,
I know we've talked about this before, but it seems to be time to go over it again. To get right to the point: the licking is driving me crazy. It used to only happen every once in awhile, but lately it seems to be a non-stop activity. Every time one of you sits down, the other rushes over to start cleaning. Ears, eyeballs, backs, it doesn't seem to matter, if it sits still, it gets licked. You even had a conga line of licking going the other evening (please refer to the photgraphic evidence). Why? I don't get it.
All of this is bad enough, but the thing that makes me the craziest is the nighttime marathons. Especially you Mr. Smith. Why is it that as soon as we go to bed it's time for you to lick every single inch of your little body? What is it about settling down for the night that makes you so intent on covering yourself in your own saliva? And why does it have to be so loud? How can one little tongue on one little dog make so much noise? Don't get too smug Wesson, I can actually hear you licking yourself from another room so you're no better than your brother. And of course, we can't forget that weird chewing on yourselves. That kind of biting, nibbling, whatever you want to call it. That's actually worse than the licking and I'm very grateful it doesn't happen with the same frequency. Regardless, could you work on stopping that as well, or at least cutting down. I know! You could do all of these things while I'm at work. Concentrating your licking episodes into the time when it's only the NR (new roommate) in the house might just irritate her into leaving sooner. Or leaving at all. Ever. Anyway, it couldn't hurt to give it a try.
So that's the new plan: do as much licking as you'd like during the day. Go ahead and do extra sessions if you feel the need. If you can do most or all of it in NR's presence, that's even better, anything you can do to make her feel less comfortable here will be most appreciated. Remember, we all have to work together if we're ever going to have our home to ourselves again.
xxoo,
Testy Alpha
Mar. 12, 2016
Dear Dogs,
I was going to sit on the couch to write this, but surprisingly, there wasn't any room. Weird, right? Anyway, I thought I should address our new living situation and hopefully get some feedback from all of you at some point.
As you know, I allowed myself to be talked into taking in a stray. Again. A human stray this time. I thought I understood that we were only providing a very temporary foster home for her; just a place she could stay for a very short time since she had no where to go. I thought I understood that she would quickly move to a real foster foster home where she could stay until she found her "forever home" as they say. It seems I was mistaken.
It seems she had the impression that she can stay as long as she likes. I'm not sure just how this happened, I certainly never told her or anyone else for that matter that she could be here indefinitely. But here we are. I have talked to her, or at least attempted to talk to her several times about this, but she does what you guys sometimes do when I'm talking: glazes over and suddenly remembers that she urgently needs to do something in another room. Actually, you are all better about staying put for a discussion than she is. Perhaps you can give her some pointers. Although it took several attempts, I believe she now understands that her time here has an expiration date. She'll be with us until June. It won't do any good to put that in terms of how many meals that is to give you a time reference because I don't think you can count that high. I'm not even sure I can count that high, but believe me when I say it's many many meals worth of time.
I agree that it's nice to have someone here so that I don't have to worry so much about getting hung up at work or needing to be do things on my days off. I'm sure you guys like having someone to open the door and pass out cookies all day long. I'm going to have to talk to her about the cookie thing. You're all starting to look a little "fluffy". Especially you Smith, and you know we have to keep your weight down because of your back. And no, I didn't just call you fat. Steve, you're probably in heaven having someone here that will let you go to your pond anytime and for as long as you want, and then throw the ball endlessly when you're done swimming. I have to admit that I'm a little hurt that you seem to want to spend all of your time with her now, even sleeping on her bed. I never expected you were quite that shallow and so easily transferable. Perhaps you'd like to go with her when she leaves? We can talk about that at another time.
I think it would probably be easiest for all of us if we think of her as a puppy: cute and sweet, but unable to take care of herself, very needy and clueless. I know she's a full blown adult, but she seems to be stuck in her puppy phase. Since I'm at work all day, I'm going to entrust her to your care. Treat her as you would any puppy. Help her learn the ways of the world, teach her the house rules, feel free to nip her when she gets out of line. You don't have to worry about housebreaking, she does know about that part of being a grown up. But you'll need to help her with responsibility and focus. Maybe that's why you adore her Steve, you two seem to be on about the same level of development. But it shouild be obvious to you that she absolutely isn't your, or anyone else's Alpha.
I'm planning on resuming our weekly meetings as soon as I can figure out how to kindly let her know that she doesn't need to be with us every second that I'm home. I'm sure I'll think of something, and your suggestions are most welcome.
Let's do all that we can to help without enabling her. I'm sure that all of us, excluding Steve, will be happy when we have our home to ourselves again. The only way to make that happen seems to be teaching her all the tricks that she needs to get by in the world. Except for "sit", stay", and "lay down" - she already has those down pat.
I'm counting on you guys, I can't do this without you.
xxoo,
Your Too Soft Hearted Alpha