Living with Indy~Hunting

Living with Indy~Hunting

It has become our morning routine to “trust” Indy to go outside by herself. This hasn’t always been the case. For much of her time with us, due to a number of events that lead us into a distrusting relationship, Indy has required supervised bathroom breaks. Events, that you’ll find documented in previous posts, such as a scaling the fence (twice), a roll in the deer poop (required 2 baths), and an escape out of the car that I was certain was going to be the end of her or me have given us great stories but have also left lasting effects of leeriness. 3BE5A342-4195-4737-9FF9-22F29CF256D3_1_201_a

For a few weeks now, Indy has been a good girl. She goes out in the AM unsupervised, does her business, and returns when called. This is a big event in our lives and a welcomed relief!

Recently, while getting ready for work, I let Indy out to use the local facilities. It was approximately 0530, dark, and the rest of the occupants of the property were all sound asleep. After a few minutes, I poked my head out the door and whistled for her, nothing…

After a few more minutes, I called and whistled for her again…nothing!

So back inside I go to put some shoes and a coat on, just in case I needed to go for a trek to find the doggo. I stepped outside, and as I reached the corner of the trailer, I witnessed  the chase of a lifetime. There are many different animals that live on this property from deer to mice and many other creatures in between and I’m certain Indy would chase them all!

7DC0F4F8-53F0-4794-AAAA-50F6B3A721F5_4_5005_cSo, in the dark of the morning, when the streak of a light haired critter followed by a dark haired rocket bolted by me across the driveway and into the black of the trees, I shouldn’t have been surprised. But, initially I was startled by the raucous and was totally caught off guard by what was happening until I heard the scream of the animal, then I quickly realized that Indy was on the hunt.

While trying to not wake up the neighborhood, I called for Indy, she came when called but she carried in her mouth the dead rabbit that I’m sure she would have eaten if I let her! After convincing her to drop it, we went back inside to contemplate the morning events, make a plan for disposing of the evidence, and figuring out a way that I could stop hearing the scream of the rabbit…

It’s pretty clear that you can take the doggo out of the wilderness but a true animal will live within her heart.

Do your domestic animals have a favorite creature to chase? I’d love to read your story, be sure to post in the comments!

IMG_1560 Mortician (Trudi)

 

 

Living with Indy~Sick days

Living with Indy~Sick days

No one like feeling under the weather with cough due to cold. Recently, I was pondering what does a dog might feel like when their tummy is upset. Do they feel the same blah that women might feel, or is it more like the death death bed of a man?

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Recently, after a day at daycare, Indy woke me up with whines at midnight. It was clear she needed to go outside, and her pacing and pooping ritual was pretty obvious she was sick. After that she woke us at 2:30am, again at 5:00am, and she needed out every 2-3 hours to empty her tummy.

Although, Indy is a relatively healthy dog, she was a stray before my son adopted her. I have to wonder how that impacted her digestion and food sensitivities. Or would she have been sensitive to foods regardless, dogs do have allergies…

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So we em-barked (lol) on the rice and chicken diet for a few days. I find it interesting that I did more cooking for the dog that week, than I might have for my spouse, spoiled dog!

 

It took approximately 3 days for Indy to start feeling better and another 1-2 for her tummy to return to normal, but as a dog sitting grandparent, those 4- 5 days felt like forever, as I felt the need to be hyper vigilant. Caring for someone else’s pet is a new level of responsibility that I didn’t expect. I’m concerned everyday about her health and wellbeing. I t
hink about what’s best for her and put her needs above my own, I guess this is what we are suppose to do but surprisingly it’s a layer of stress that you don’t anticipate.

Now that Indy is feeling better, I pack her snacks to take to daycare hoping to ward off another incident. So the doggo takes a doggie bag to school…

Here’s hoping for an uneventful remainder of her visit!

Do you have doggie stories you’d like to share? Post them in the comments!

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