Tootles Speaks

What's it like going from shelter dog to spoiled rotten housepet? Read on and you'll know!

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Location: Mount Gilead, Ohio, United States

Sunday, July 17, 2005

The Cracker Lady


Here I am with the cracker lady. She's hanging onto my neck. The other gray one and the red furry one are just standing there--I'm not sure why. Anyway, the cracker lady is this person we've been to visit a couple of times. Here's how it works--we get in the wheelie thing and then wait awhile and when we get out, we're at her house. She gives us crackers every day when we're there so we like her. The lady, I mean my regular lady, watches me like a hawk when we're at the cracker lady's. She pretty much always knows where I am and what I'm doing at our usual place, but she's even worse at the cracker lady's. "Tootles, where are you? What are you up to? Stay where I can see you!"

She must really need me!

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Me? Old?


Here's the proof I'm not old and decrepit. That's me playing with the other gray one. We really tear up the place. Sometimes I get a little carried away but she never seems to mind. I think I could be the boss of her, but the lady won't let me. She says, "That's enough!" or "Calm down!" when we get too rowdy. So then I put my ears back and give her a big smile, because I don't want to do anything to make her want to send me back to the shelter. I like it here!

My Safe Spot


This is my safe spot. When I get scared or worried, I curl up here and try to blend in with the comforter. It doesn't usually work--the lady finds me and makes me do stuff. You know, like, go outside when it's raining--YUCK! I hate that! But she pitches a fit if I don't do it. As soon as I do what she wants, though, I run back to my safe spot.

See how much better my eyes are now days?

Hoovering


Ten days the lady made me wear that thing! What did I do to deserve such punishment? I still don't understand it, but I learned to do stuff even with that awful cone around my head. Nothing keeps me from eating, by the way! It's about my favorite thing. Looks like I could just lower the cone over the food bowl and hoover it up, doesn't it? And that's what I did!

The Conehead


Here's me on June 11, the day after my eye surgery. Pretty awful looking, huh. But you know what? I was just glad to be back in the same place I left the day before. When the lady dropped me off at the vet's, I figured, "Here we go again." But she came back for me. She actually came back.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Introduction


Hi. I'm Tootles. At least, I am now. This is me on April 7, 2005. I'd been used up and thrown away a few weeks earlier at the Zanesville, Ohio animal shelter. I was bone thin and my boobs were hanging halfway to the ground. I sure hope someone took care of my pups because I gave them everything I had and then the next thing I knew, there I was at the shelter, all alone. My people didn't even stay to make sure I was okay--just left me in the middle of the night.

The people who found me there in the morning didn't know my name and I couldn't tell them, so they gave me a number. I was number 2216. The lady who takes care of me now just called me 22 for short at first. But now she calls me Tootles.

My eyes were always sore and goopy because my eyelids were too long and rolled in so the fur side was rubbing against my eyeballs. Because I looked such a wreck, they thought I had to be an old dog, but you know what--I'm not. I mean, I'm no pup, but I'm not decrepit either. In fact, since I've had good food to eat for the past three months, and no little pups sucking on me, and a doctor fixed my eyes, I'm looking pretty darn good. Can't tell you how much better I feel, either! Wait till you see what I look like now--you'll see what I mean.