Jay J's New Discovery

Humans have to work. This is Jay J's new discovery.

Jay J spent a little supervised time in his expen this morning while I worked, sitting about 4 feet from the pen door with my back to him. It took him about 45 minutes, but he finally quit whining until Bea climbed on top of the pen purportedly to "cool off". I'll have to get a picture of her splayed across the wire with all fours dangling into the pen. Even with Bea's antics, he didn't escape. I don't know if he's waiting to break out again when I'm not home, or if he truly can't get out this time.

Peg easily handled a 4 hour stint with Jay J this afternoon while I went to a meeting. I'm happy to report that all went well. I came home to find them both sitting in her office typing away on the computer. Jay J is learning to touch type. He's a smart boy.

So far, he's leaving his bandages alone. Tomorrow the wrap on his back leg holding the fentanyl patch in place, comes off.

Peg's brother Ken drove up from Medford for a visit this weekend. Poor Ken. Little did he know he'd spend the entire weekend with a dog on his lap. Jay J loves "Uncle Ken" and I think the feeling is mutual. We offered to let Jay J visit Ken for a couple of months, but Ken isn't having any part of being responsible for the convalescence of an Italian Greyhound. Besides, he's got Jay J's cousin, Fonz, to raise. Just tried to post her photo to the blog but it's a no-go so i will try later. Fonz and I adore each other....

Taylor Speaks Her Mind

That Bea is the worst little thing. She pounces on my tent, the one that Kathy makes for me in the morning. She is kind of cute when she crouches down but when she leaps out, I want to send her packing. I can't re-make my tent. I have to wait for Kathy or Peggy to figure out that it needs to be straightened out. JayJ cries forever when he has to go into his ex pen. He hates being imprisoned and so would I if it happened to me. It's just wrong.

Bea Checks In

That dog might be cute but he is mad, too. I am just minding my own business which is how you get along here. I like to climb on JayJ's cage and look at him through the bars. Then I run through the house to remind him what freedom awaits him. I got squirted with water last night because I climbed up and down the window screens. Well, it was hot outside so what did they expect?

Being JayJ

Kathy took me outside for a walk in my stroller and I didn't like it much. People looked at me as though they were questioning whether I am a real dog or not. I wanted to get out and be the sight hound that I am. Now I am inside the house, on the couch, sleeping next to Kathy, who is working. Peggy takes over in 54 minutes.

They have a big cage for me and it's the worst. But I have expressed my dis-appreciation in a couple of ways and now I am just waiting for the theme to sink into their heads. Peggy walks around moaning, "Whatever happened to my beautiful dining room?" Kathy and I make fun of her together when she's out of earshot.

Bea got to play in the living room this morning. She ran through her tunnel, whacked the little ball around its little track, and hung from the window screen. I had to sit on the couch and mend.

This is my world and I wish you would take it away from me and give me back the one where I run through the house.

Going in Circles

Me...not the dog!

Jay J doesn't like to be "in jail" (that's what he calls being in an expen or in his crate/kennel). We borrowed an expen for Jay J from our friend Rosemary thinking he'd enjoy having a little more room to lay around. He easily made a 3 legged jump over the side--right in front of me. We borrowed a 5' tall expen with a top from our Iggy Rescue Rep, Monika. He escaped. This morning he thought I was going to put him into his kennel (not my intention) he went right inside and peed all over the bedding. Jay J isn't going to take his convalescence locked up. He doesn't mind laying around, but it's not going to be behind bars!

Good thing he's the most adorable boy in the world!

Help

Taylor May here. Man oh man, this place is worse than ever. First B.C died, then they brought in that new recruit Bea, and then Jay J. I still sleep in my tent that Kathy makes for me every morning and in the afternoon I sleep in my bed under the window. Peggy plays Bird with Bea every night at 8:15 and then she and Jay watch Stephen Colbert, then they go to sleep and I walk around the house like there's any freedom to be had here. I remember when B.C. was in charge and things made some decent sense. Now we've got a hollering dog with a bandage on his foot and a kitten who is a criminal and chases her own tail. There's no dignity here.

What's the deal with the dog?

Bea-Bop here. My best friend Jay J has broken his leg and can't run through the house with me. I am totally bummed. Taylor says I'm a pest. I've tripled in size since I came here 6 weeks ago. Jay J cries whenever the people put him in his home kennel in the dining room. I can hardly concentrate he's so noisy. That's all I have to say about it. Taylor wants to blog.

Convalescing Jay J

Peggy here. It is Day Two of Convalescing Jay J. He is held about 24 hours a day and we talk with him about his broken leg, which is bandaged. He is, of course, extremely brave. Jay's foot has had its surgery and he can't walk on the leg for 8 weeks. We've gotten magazines and videos for him, but somehow it's not enough. He wants to be held. So we hold him a lot and talk about how we're going to put him in his home kennel because we need to do a couple of things around here and then we don't. put him in his kennel. Jay is a very sweet little dog.

My brother Ken is visiting from Oregon. He has dog-whispered his dachsund, Fonzie, who is a rescue dog from a very bad situation. Ken is helping us with Jay J.

Kathy and Jay J are verrrry bonded and adore each other. They are of one mind.

I'm signing off now because Bea and Taylor want to write their blogs.

Jay J is home from the hospital

Jay J is resting up post surgery. No running or jumping for a minimum of 8 weeks. It's going to be a BORING summer!

--Bea