Greetings, quivering civilians! This is Saya the Mighty, reporting from points north. You may have noticed that I’ve been away at summer camp for longer than I originally planned. I am doing much too well here to leave. See if I’m not!
Why do I like it here so much? Well for one thing, there are dogs here who will play with me!
Yes, that’s a dog that’s shaped just like me, only grey! I think she might be related to Brother Dennis’s friend Easy. And look, she plays with me! UNLIKE SOME DOGS I COULD MENTION WHO MIGHT BE NAMED DENNIS!
Now, I know Dennis has his problems with the severe hip dysplasia and the severe arthritis, which we just found out about in January, and his heart murmur, which I hear has gotten worse in the last year or so. I know that the dysplasia and the arthritis and the murmur make it hard for him to run and jump and wrestle. BUT I DON’T CARE. I want dogs to play with. And did I mention there are dogs here who will play with me? Including my doggy mommy, my doggy sister, my doggy grandmother, and visiting doggies like the grey ghost. We all get to hang out together ALL THE TIME. It’s awesome.
Of course, Dennis not only has hip dysplasia and arthiritis; he’s got his problems with general anxiety and being a total pushover, which Trixie told me he’s had since forever. So once Trixie went to the Rainbow Bridge and I took over as top dog, because I could boss Dennis around, I did boss Dennis around, something fierce. (Oh come on, you would too!) And I sort of figured that because I could push Dennis around, I could whip out my katana and push everyone else around too. Being here with my sister, mom, and grandmom, I’ve started to learn that it’s not always appropriate to whip out the katana and start swinging.
Of course, it helps that I don’t have the constant frustration of not being able to play with my fellow house-dog. Much as Dada tried, wrestling with him is just not the same as wrestling with a fellow four-legger. No offense, Dada. You make a halfway decent dog, but you’re still a human.
See, Dennis? THAT’S HOW IT’S DONE! Oh, and did I mention the great big huge nearby fenced area where I get to run with my doggy mommy and sister and grandma? No? Well check it out!
I’m sure Dennis will miss all the fun we used to have when I would terrorize him and bite his feet and chase him around the house, but that wasn’t good for him, or, I suppose, for me. Still, he probably has no idea what to do with himself without me there to tell him. But then again, maybe he does.
But everyone agrees that under the circumstances Dennis is better off without a young, drivey dog such as myself pushing him around and stealing everything he owns, and I am better off living back where I was born, in a bigger pack, with dogs who are willing to play with me and at least try to stand up to me (GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!) and not let me be quite as bossy as I might want to be.
And so this is where I will stay. I am happy and content here, and it seems Dennis is happy and content, too, being back to his sedentary ways. Dennis, it’s your job now to defend Trixie’s yard from squirrels, gophers, bunnies, and ninja hedgehogs. Which means that Trixie’s yard is about to be overrun. I hope you enjoy bunny poop, Dennis! Mmm, bunny poop …
THIS IS SAYA THE MIGHTY, SIGNING OFF!
Dada’s Note: It was a difficult decision for us to have Saya stay with her breeder, but things just weren’t working out with her and Dennis. She needed multiple dogs to live and play with, and between Dennis’s various conditions and the loss of Mama’s income due to her school’s closure, we aren’t in a position to provide Saya with that. After many discussions and evaluations involving the breeder, our vet, and various trainers and other dog professionals we know, everyone reached the same conclusion: Saya is better off and happier where she is, in a home with a large number of dogs, without the constant frustration of Dennis refusing her attempts to play and being gated off from him when she would become too insistent with her interactions; and Dennis is better off without the stress of constantly being pursued for play that he’s just no longer capable of, while spending much of the time gated off from much of the house.
Saya is doing very well now and is quite bonded with her sister and especially with her mother. She will not be rehomed from the breeder. Meanwhile it’s awfully quiet here in Dennisland these days, but he seems to be adjusting well to being the only dog. We think he misses having a crazy puppy to watch run around, but that his being able to relax more than makes up for it …
Category: Announcements, Dogs, Puppies, VizslasTags: Announcements, arthritis, difficult decisions, dog parks, Dogs, heart murmurs, hip dysplasia, playing, puppies, rehoming, Vizslas, weimaraners, wrestling
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