Living with Indy~The phone call

As a doggie grandparent, do you worry more about the pet than if they were your own?

Taking care of my son’s dog for a few months, is a big responsibility. Indy doesn’t know us and she has made some big adjustments. She is learning so many new things, or maybe just different ways to do things she already knows. Previously, I had told a stories about her fleeing out the back of the car and getting under the fence, but we have tried to be consistent with training and she’s showing an improvement with listening & manners. She’s seems to be staying on the property, and sits patiently at the door before going outside! Exiting the car is improved but still a work in progress (aren’t we all).14624E0F-2DB6-4647-A257-5D238B4B5BDA_1_201_a

We’ve been taking her on daily walks and one day a week she visits doggie daycare for some playtime! She’s new to the daycare center and at the time I am writing this she has only been there 3 times in total. The first visit was an assessment day, this day was supposed to be a time where the staff get to know Indy and hopefully introduce her to a few other dogs they think might be a good fit. Due to circumstances, that I don’t recall, Indy didn’t get introduced to any dogs that first ¬†day, so the introductions would need to happen during the next visit.

Visit 2, She was introduced with another dog, also named Indie (but spelled different), and from the report they played well and looked like they could be a good pair. Things were looking up for Indy, she had a friend indeed!

Visit #3, we had a routine drop off and as usual Indy was excited to be at the daycare. Approximately 3 hours after dropping Indy off, I received a phone call from an unknown number. I usually don’t answer calls from numbers that I don’t know, but something told me that I needed to take it. The kind person on the other end of the phone, introduced herself and reminded me where she was calling from. She started by saying, “Indy is ok”…wait, what? That’s a sure fire way to instill panic!


The story goes that the two Indy’s were “playing” and got a little excited and our Indy received a scratch “near her eye”. Apparently it bled, was assessed by the owner, and an antibiotic cream was applied. Given the details that I received and the urgency behind the voice, I figured this was pretty serious. When I asked if Indy needed to see a Vet, I was reassured that the bleeding had stopped and it looked ok. I was told that the 2 dogs were separated and were now “resting quietly”.

Oh goodness, the thoughts that I had…which Indy got vicious? were they fighting or playing? how bad was this scratch? how much blood? are they downplaying it? will Indy be allowed back? So many questions…

When I arrived to pick up the doggo and inspected her “scratch” I literally couldn’t see any mark nor evidence of the “incident”. I am certainly happy that there wasn’t anything to worry about but I had to laugh and how much emphasis was placed on the scratch, the urgency behind the call, and the seriousness of how it was all handled. I guess being an emergency room nurse, not much phases me, and perhaps if this had been another doggie grandparent perhaps this situation would have gone entirely differently, which is why I expect the facility treaded so carefully! I am happy it was nothing but it sure reminded me how differently situations can be perceived!

Do you have a story about something that was taken more seriously that you expected? I’d love to read your comments!

fullsizeoutput_1e3c Scratch Inspector (Trudi)

(some images obtained from google/internet, no copyright infringement intended)


Life with Indy~bath time

The peace and tranquility of living in the country is certainly a great reason to live outside of the hustle and bustle of the suburbs. Part of the tranquility is watching nature. Out here we have all kinds of animals that we enjoy spying and some that we have grown to resent (try finding a mouse in your sock drawer).

This past weekend, our grandson was staying with us. He has been good with Indy and is enjoying getting to know her, getting to know commands, and taking her for walks. He decided to take Indy to explore some of the back property, which is a win win for a boy and a dog! As they returned home, a very pungent odor was present near the dog…what is that? Cow? Well, we don’t have cows on our property, so after some thought we decided she must have rolled in deer poop! OMG, this is not part of the plan for the day, nor had I though that I would have to figure out how to bath this large dog! What now?!?

My choices to clean the dog up and get rid of that smell, included putting her in my car and finding a groomer, find a doggie bath, or getting her into my shower stall…the shower it is!

I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but remember we live in a small space. Our 33′ trailer is equipped with a shower large enough for a man but is it big enough for a large dog and her hooman? I decided that at this point in time, the only thing is to try and get her showered. Cue comedy music…

After lot of struggles of even getting her into the small bathroom (took 2 of us), then shutting the door to prevent escaping, I was able to literally drag her into the shower stall. Once there she stood pretty good to get a nice shampoo and rinse. Although there were a couple of escape attempts, she was fairly well contained. I can attest tho that my back, after struggling with her and leaning to wash her, was certainly strained. And then, what do dogs want to do once they are wet, shake of course. I’m not sure my tiny bathroom has ever seen so much water!


After completing the beauty treatment, I then needed to scrub the bathroom top to bottom, every surface for water and dog hair. This was a project I had not planned for on my day off! I was looking forward to the rest of the day full of rest, relaxation!

Once Indy was dry, I took her for a lovely walk and on our return we received a wonderful brushing and some more TLC, what a good doggie momma I am! Until…

Not 2 seconds after I stropped brushing the doggo, she went directly to the grass and begun to roll around. At first I didn’t think too much about it but I quickly realized that of all the 20 acres she could have rolled, she of course chose the spot a deer had left a special treat, just for my nose!! I’m not sure I could be any angrier! I definitely was not going to do the whole rinse and repeat that the shampoo bottle said to do but this dog can not remain this stinky in our tiny home!

With some quick thinking, I recalled that our trailer is equipped with an outside hose connection, so that’s where her second bath would take place, too bad it was cold water! I put on her harness and attempted to wash this dog one more time. I am certain if my neighbors could hear me, they would have thought I was crazy, they would have been mostly right because crazed was part of the event. Holding with one hand and washing with the other was a true test of my strength.

I am most certain it will take days for my body to recover but my trust in this doggie may be gone for a while longer…

fullsizeoutput_1e3c Doggie Washer (Trudi)