First though I took her outside and was surprised to see snow.
I knew it was supposed to get really cold, but snow? A walk was out of the question since Miss Lana hardly stayed outside long enough to pee. I had to carry the chis outside, because no true descendant of the Mexican desert attack rat will set its dainty little feet on cold snow voluntarily, no ma'am!
I went inside, checking my watch every 5 minutes to see if it was time for the school robocall telling us we have a snow day and I didn't have to go to work.
When it hadn't arrived by 7 I figured I had to bite the bullet and prepare myself mentally for work.
Luckily I was able to go half an hour later, due to my trip to the shelter.
Lana was as spunky as ever, going after the cats. I actually started feeling sorry for them, no matter that they could tear a poodle up into stir-fry strips within seconds with their Ninja claws.
I decided to use the opportunity since I had just watched another episode of Victoria Stilwell's "It's Me or the Dog" where she trained a bulldog to ignore other dogs by saying: "Watch me", thus distracting the bulldog and feeding a treat.
I cut up some chicken, and every time a cat showed up and Lana started lunging I distracted her by saying the magic words and giving her the chicken.
She's a smart little cookie, that one, and of course after a few times she knew how to earn a treat by just looking at the cats and waiting for me to yell: "Watch me, watch me".
I did order a clicker and a treat bag so I could look all professional when I did future clicker training that I know nothing about.
After only 2 accidents in the house I packed Lana and my lunchbag up and we drove to the Humane Society.
I asked the wonderful lady there to email me when I could pick Lana up.
Tom called me around noon and we decided that if we hadn't heard anything by 2 p.m. Tom would call the shelter, because we were all anxious. He did, and they said Lana was still asleep, but we could pick her up around 4.30.
He was going to take 2 hours off from work so he could go to the shelter and pick up Lana (and get the rugs and carpet cleaned with the steam cleaner he had rented) hoping she'd bond with him.
Of course I had to go too since he's a guy, and I was afraid he would forget half of the information they'd give him.
Besides, I was going to meet Kayoko, my dealer for doggie-spoil-items, at the shelter for a transaction.
Guess who got spayed?
No, not me even though that would take care of a few problems.
Lana was very groggy when Tom took her into his arms, and the shelter staff told us she would probably be for the next few days.
Normally I'm the one with all the questions, but suddenly Tom switched into seargeant mode, asking for the details of the surgery - didn't see that one coming!
We got quite a bit of information. When Tom heard that a lady had been on the phone a few minutes earlier, asking about Lana he wanted to know all about that too - turns out the lady was looking for a male.
This was the second inquiry for Lana so it seems there is hope of her finding a home - she's such a sweet little thing who really deserves it!
Lana also received a microchip and a rabies shot, so now she's fully vetted. The vet said the teeth needed cleaning, but that needed to be done at a later time, after Lana recovered from this surgery.
We're thinking about helping out with the costs for that, because the shelter doesn't have enough money and they've already done a lot.
She turned out to be heartworm-negativ which we were worried about, because one of the other seized poodles had heartworms.
For now, we need to expect some vomiting and a groggy dog for the next 3 days. We also need to make sure she eats and drinks by tomorrow evening.
At least the cats will get a little break - they were already wondering what was going on when they walked past Lana and there was only a slight raise of the head.
Oh, I almost forgot - the living room rug is actually black. And for the longest time I thought it was gray! I'm thrilled, because black matches the furniture so much better.
Update - Lana drank a lot of water and got up to pee - on the freshly cleaned living room rug, of course. Seeing it coming I grabbed a pee-pad, took a dive and did a belly-landing under the table just in time to slide the pad under her hind end. Too bad the Olympics are already over!
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