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ADVENTURES IN THE NIGHT
(EARLY MORNING)
11 MAY 2006

Zoe spent almost all of Wednesday out of her cave . . . we read the paper on the couch, took a nap and did various other things around the house. She needs to get used to the big wide world around her, but with the security of DogMom behind her (literally).
She pee'd outside twice during the day, and once in her diaper. She ate her mixture of Innova dry & beef soup. She still licks off the soup from each kernel, drops the kernel out of the bowl, and returns to the bowl to lick the next kernel. When there is no more soup to be had, she will eat a few of the kernels strewn around. She comes out further - further on her own to eat.
In the evening, VetteMan goes to bed early to read for a while . . . I leave Zoe with him for a bit of attention from someone other than DogMom. Zoe promptly poops on the bed. Oh well, she has mantlepiece-quality poops, so there is no residue. At least we know her insides are functioning fine!
Cari tries to engage Zoe in play, but Zoe has no idea what to do at this point, except hide behind the pillows. She'll learn . . . she already has a "game" she plays with me whenever I get on the bed: She runs & slides herself along the bed & me and wags her tail; repeat; reapeat; repeat. With kisses in between, and some furious chewing on a rubber bone. So at least she knows that I am one of the "good guys"

On Wednesday evening, Shell writes:
By all accounts, all our M-3 pups are doing well . . . even little "Kanga-Zoe" (so called because Andréa totes her around the house in a pouch) is coming along. To say that Zoe is "attached" to Andréa would be right on target!

(This AireRoo card was received from Sue Forrester in Australia . . . it was in transit while I was doing the Kanga-Zoe thing . . . Kismet!)

Shelley Joyce was concerned initially about Peaches' disinterest in food, but a little bit of canned salmon (suggested by our foster home liason, Heidi Jankowski) seemed to do the trick and stimulate her appetite. Peaches has become quite a hit with Shelley's neighborhood and seems to love children.
And just this evening . . . we had this report from Pat in Wisconsin who is fostering little Foxy:
Here's what I know so far. She loves attention and is not shy, with people or other dogs. She's not much of a barker; I have only heard her bark once and that was at a neighbor. It was one of those "I'm-protecting-my-area" type of barks. She seems very leery of the crate; she will stick her head in but that's about it for now.
Potty training - she still goes on the floor but I think that's because she's a little afraid of going outside. Haven't had much luck getting her to eat but that will come in time. She still not too sure about the leash. She's not afraid of it but also not too fond of it. Haven't tried bath or a walk yet; I thought I would wait a little while and let her get adjusted first before I spring that on her.
Overall I think with a little time and effort she will come along nicely. She is adorable and very loving; whoever gets her will be very blessed.

Bedtime in Kenosha. After some playing & chewing, Everyone & Everydog is asleep. Until 2:30 a.m., when Zoe becomes restless enough to wake me up. I groggily take her outside in the rain, barefoot in the yard . . . she actually pees! (Only dog people would realize how thrilling this is, methinks.) I put her diaper back on and put her on my bed, planning to go back to sleep.
But now every OTHER dog in the house wants to go outside in the rain, too. We troop to the back door, removing diaper (April) & bellyband (Rico), letting them out, putting diaper & bellyband back on. Luckily, I've done this so often I can practically do it in my sleep (which I probably did, at this point). At this point, Zoe feels abandoned and I hear an AROOOOOOOOOing from my bed. Demanding little thing is what she's becoming. We all troop back to bed.
Now CARI wants to go out (she is, as usual, a day late & a milkbone short). I tell her to hold it in and I'll let her out in a couple of hours when I get up, because Zoe has fallen asleep across my neck and I don't want to disturb her. We all fall asleep.

Thursday morning. I oversleep (gee, I wonder why?!). Part of the morning routine is that all the dogs, now including Zoe, get to wake up DogPops. When we leave her on the bed too long by herself, while fixing toast & coffee, I again hear AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOing. I guess she's telling us!
On the other hand, she now takes food from our hand without scurrying back into the corner of her cave, so that's another step in the right direction. She eats some of her Innova/soup mixture, drinks some water, and I finally let her disappear into her cave under my bed. She has her head partway out in the open to see what's happening in the house - another embryonic step.

ADVENTURES IN THE NIGHT (EARLY MORNING) 11 MAY 2006
Zoe spent almost all of Wednesday out of her cave . . . we read the paper on the couch, took a nap and did various other things around the house. She needs to get used to the big wide world around her, but with the security of DogMom behind her (literally). She pee'd outside twice during the day, and once in her diaper. She ate her mixture of Innova dry & beef soup. She still licks off the soup from each kernel, drops the kernel out of the bowl, and returns to the bowl to lick the next kernel. When there is no more soup to be had, she will eat a few of the kernels strewn around. She comes out further - further on her own to eat. In the evening, VetteMan goes to bed early to read for a while . . . I leave Zoe with him for a bit of attention from someone other than DogMom. Zoe promptly poops on the bed. Oh well, she has mantlepiece-quality poops, so there is no residue. At least we know her insides are functioning fine! Cari tries to engage Zoe in play, but Zoe has no idea what to do at this point, except hide behind the pillows. She'll learn . . . she already has a "game" she plays with me whenever I get on the bed: She runs & slides herself along the bed & me and wags her tail; repeat; reapeat; repeat. With kisses in between, and some furious chewing on a rubber bone. So at least she knows that I am one of the "good guys"
	On Wednesday evening, Shell writes: By all accounts, all our M-3 pups are doing well . . . even little "Kanga-Zoe" (so called because Andréa totes her around the house in a pouch) is coming along. To say that Zoe is "attached" to Andréa would be right on target! *(This AireRoo card was received from Sue Forrester in Australia . . . it was in transit while I was doing the Kanga-Zoe thing . . . Kismet!)*
Shelley Joyce was concerned initially about Peaches' disinterest in food, but a little bit of canned salmon (suggested by our foster home liason, Heidi Jankowski) seemed to do the trick and stimulate her appetite. Peaches has become quite a hit with Shelley's neighborhood and seems to love children. And just this evening . . . we had this report from Pat in Wisconsin who is fostering little Foxy: Here's what I know so far. She loves attention and is not shy, with people or other dogs. She's not much of a barker; I have only heard her bark once and that was at a neighbor. It was one of those "I'm-protecting-my-area" type of barks. She seems very leery of the crate; she will stick her head in but that's about it for now. Potty training - she still goes on the floor but I think that's because she's a little afraid of going outside. Haven't had much luck getting her to eat but that will come in time. She still not too sure about the leash. She's not afraid of it but also not too fond of it. Haven't tried bath or a walk yet; I thought I would wait a little while and let her get adjusted first before I spring that on her. Overall I think with a little time and effort she will come along nicely. She is adorable and very loving; whoever gets her will be very blessed. Bedtime in Kenosha. After some playing & chewing, Everyone & Everydog is asleep. Until 2:30 a.m., when Zoe becomes restless enough to wake me up. I groggily take her outside in the rain, barefoot in the yard . . . she actually pees! (Only dog people would realize how thrilling this is, methinks.) I put her diaper back on and put her on my bed, planning to go back to sleep. But now every OTHER dog in the house wants to go outside in the rain, too. We troop to the back door, removing diaper (April) & bellyband (Rico), letting them out, putting diaper & bellyband back on. Luckily, I've done this so often I can practically do it in my sleep (which I probably did, at this point). At this point, Zoe feels abandoned and I hear an AROOOOOOOOOing from my bed. Demanding little thing is what she's becoming. We all troop back to bed. Now CARI wants to go out (she is, as usual, a day late & a milkbone short). I tell her to hold it in and I'll let her out in a couple of hours when I get up, because Zoe has fallen asleep across my neck and I don't want to disturb her. We all fall asleep. Thursday morning. I oversleep (gee, I wonder why?!). Part of the morning routine is that all the dogs, now including Zoe, get to wake up DogPops. When we leave her on the bed too long by herself, while fixing toast & coffee, I again hear AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOing. I guess she's telling us! On the other hand, she now takes food from our hand without scurrying back into the corner of her cave, so that's another step in the right direction. She eats some of her Innova/soup mixture, drinks some water, and I finally let her disappear into her cave under my bed. She has her head partway out in the open to see what's happening in the house - another embryonic step.

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ADVENTURES IN THE NIGHT (EARLY MORNING) 11 MAY 2006

ADVENTURES IN THE NIGHT
(EARLY MORNING)
11 MAY 2006