Basically since Saturday life has revolved around Frankie. The demands of a pound dog are full-on, even when it’s a perfect baby like my little rescued angel.
My most important mission has been to have him and Peanut loving each other. It seems to be working, although she doesn’t like when he tries to do puppy jumps on her. She hasn’t quite become trusting enough to play like she did with her brother – yet.
On top of his cold, caused by complete neglect and malnourishment – I’ve dealt with dirty teeth, dry skin and fleas. Luckily I’ve been on top of my game staying across everything. Dog people. We do things.
So, Frankie’s health and general condition continue to improve and blossom him back to a happy, healthy prancing puppy.
I realize I’ll never know his history, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop wondering about it. He’s a good boy and was obviously trained at some point, he knows more tricks than Peanut even. He’s house-trained, doesn’t pull on the leash and doesn’t run away when you let him off. And at the same time, he was clearly living in the streets for a very long time.
The only history I was told is that the people who brought him to the pound kept him for a week. Not very much of a bio.
I guess that means that Peanut and I will start to make new history with him. The three of us living in a Hell’s Kitchen studio is certainly an interesting beginning.
Namaste blog tribe
It pleases me in shivery ways to announce the latest addition to our cult of love – Frankie!
I rescued Frankie from the dog pound. On Saturday, the pound’s mobile unit cruised up to 82nd Street and Broadway. I have had my eye on adoptions now for some time, waiting for the right opportunity for Peanut to say G’day.
While there will never be any replacement for our beloved Henry, it’s time for my little girl to learn to love again. Fingers and toes are crossed that Frankie can help.
Frankie is the first dog I have rescued. I came across Peanut and Henry in the backyard of a few Queenslanders who had a litter. As can be expected, raising an animal from eight weeks… and rescuing one who is about two years = totally different deals.
Poor Frankie joins us very underweight, at least 4 kilos. His nose is scratched from pushing against the kennel door in the pound. He had the longest claws I’ve seen on a dog, watery eyes and a cough. I brought him to the vet who diagnosed him with a cold. They gave me some medicine.
Life changes drastically with a new family member, even after only a day and a half. This morning he danced around Central Park with Peanut, and he spent much of this rainy day resting.
I’m kind of having a heart attack about caring for two dogs again, over one – but I’ve become quite an advocate of the concept that dogs are pack animals and live much happier lives with a fellow canine companion.
Frankie is curled and tucked in Peanut’s big canvas crate. I hope he has sweet dreams. I learn something new about him each second.
Peanut has been squirreling her ass off in Central Park. Considering the fact that there are no squirrels in Australia, and this is her first springtime in the States – it’s some iz blog family.
She’s nearly eaten about a dozen squirrels so far, in front of international crowds of tourists and other various flavors of New York City tribe – capturing and (thankfully) releasing just one, so far.
I’m just wrapped to finally have some fricken WARM WEATHER! Continue reading
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I got in a huge fight with one of my sisters last week and we aren’t going to talk anymore. I was upset about it, which is why I dipped out of Internetville for a few days.
What’s really stupid is she’ll read this post and complain about it to her “friends”, but she won’t call to me to apologize. I guess this is one of the downsizes of our digital age.
I digress. And besides, since ending up on my shrink’s couch again a few weeks ago – I’m trying to focus less on things I have no control over, which is mainly people who act like wankers, and more on the happy things in life – like my dog and good food.
Therefore , I’ve been focussing on pleasing Peanut. I bought her a pink frisbee which quickly claimed first spot of favorite toys. I realize still I haven’t really recovered from losing Henry too soon – but I’m trying.
I cooked a lot of delicious things this week, like I do when all else fails. I hid in dark corners of New York City lounges and beat keys on my notebook.
The book is coming along… oh… it’s coming.
The weather finally warmed up enough to rock a spring dress one day last week. Here in New York, we’re anxiously awaiting some signs of global warming after six months of shit-house winter.
I’m betting on sunny days soon. I think my brain has been adequately shaping a few.
I’m always on about learning new things, like going back to school for a third degree or learning to speak Italian.
Yesterday was my first Salsa lesson! I wore pretty, glittery shoes with special, slippy dance bottoms and wiggled around an eighth avenue studio with about 13 other soon-to-be Salsa-ers.
I don’t think you ordinarily wiggle when dancing Salsa, but it was my first lesson. I mostly wiggled during the turns…
SO MUCH FUN BLOG TRIBE! Continue reading