Bailey 04-412

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Hello. My name is Bailey and I'm eight years old. My family had to surrender me and my canine sister because we were too much to handle with the kids. My foster mom says I'll be quite the catch for some lucky family because I'm a no-maintenance kinda gal. I'm not a pest, I'm housebroken, and I'm kind of a bum. Could be cuz I packed on a few extra pounds over the last few years, but no one was watching my figure, so I wasn't either. I have two foster sisters here and we all get along just great. Not a single scuffle. Just a lot of butt sniffs and tail wags. I suffer from itchy skin but Foster Mom has me on a food that she thinks will help. Unfortunately she has me on a lot less of it than I'm used to! I heard something about exercise too. Rut row!

More to come. I guess I have to go to the vet but that's okay. That means a CAR RIDE!!!! Yea for me!!!

At a Glance #04-412

Breed not specified Born: December 2007
Female Weight not specified

Status: Deceased

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Hello. My name is Bailey and I'm eight years old. My family had to surrender me and my canine sister because we were too much to handle with the kids. My foster mom says I'll be quite the catch for some lucky family because I'm a no-maintenance kinda gal. I'm not a pest, I'm housebroken, and I'm kind of a bum. Could be cuz I packed on a few extra pounds over the last few years, but no one was watching my figure, so I wasn't either. I have two foster sisters here and we all get along just great. Not a single scuffle. Just a lot of butt sniffs and tail wags. I suffer from itchy skin but Foster Mom has me on a food that she thinks will help. Unfortunately she has me on a lot less of it than I'm used to! I heard something about exercise too. Rut row!

More to come. I guess I have to go to the vet but that's okay. That means a CAR RIDE!!!! Yea for me!!!

Updates

Thursday, March 3, 2005

La la la...Met a family...La la la...They want ME!!!!! No time to think of a rhyme cuz I gotta pack! Mrs. Brown has a forever home! I'm gonna be showered with love by all my new humans and go for three walks a day and hang out with my mostly-work-at-home-dad and bug...I mean bond with the cat. Yea for me!! (Too bad for the cat.) We had a party last night and we all had Frosty Paws! Foster Mom gave me a pep talk and told me to be good and make her proud. She said she'll ALWAYS love me. My canine foster sisters told me not to let the door...well, you know. They don't mean it though. They're just mad cuz I'm taking the new nylabone and half the Golden Dog Bakery treats from the Pet Expo. I just know I'm gonna be the most missed foster dog in the history of the planet! Bailey Brown! Gotta love me!

Here's a picture of me waiting for my new humans. I wish I would have known when Foster Mom said 5:00 that she meant pm.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

La la la...Life is sweet...La la la...One GReat big treat...Bailey Brown here and life is good!! These thyroid meds have really helped me reclaim my spirit! I'm happy all the time! I romp around the backyard with my tail held high and I initiate play with Foster Mom and I ask for pets and scratches a lot! I even chased a bunny in the back yard but with this extra poundage, well...it was fun to try!! When I first came here I wouldn't let Foster Mom hold my head and I would never look her in the eye. Now I LOVE when she holds my head and scratches around my ears and scratches my neck. I give her kisses A LOT!! Sometimes I just go sit by her and telepathically tell her to PET ME. She does. She never worries anymore about whether I'm happy. Sometimes I come flying into the house from outside and run for the first toy I see. I've learned to aim for one that's on the carpet and not the hardwood floor. THAT was a hard lesson. My ear infection's all cleared up and I'm getting pumpkin filling in my food to keep my anal glands clear. Hope it works!! I got to go to the Pet Expo today too and be a RAGOM ambassador. If you saw me I'm sure you'd agree that I looked B-E-U-tiful in my RAGOM bandana. I've been told it sets off my eyes. Okay, it was Foster Mom who said that but she wouldn't lie.

Wanna come over and make snow angels?

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Mrs. Bailey Brown reporting in. It's been another good week in foster care. I've decided I REALLY like the couch. I'm there everyday when Foster Mom comes home from work. That wing chair must be really comfy too cuz my canine foster sister spends a lot of time there but with these extra pounds...the couch is good. I went to the vet this week too. Yeah, they love me. And I actually LOST WEIGHT!! Yea for me!!! So what if it was only .6 lb. A girl's gotta start somewhere. My thyroid med dosage is still too low so there's hope for me yet. Had to do the anal gland thing again though. All Bran didn't work and switching to a food with more fillers didn't work so now I'm gonna get pumpkin filling in my food. Mmmmm. Hope it's low cal. I had an ear infection too so now I have to have drops. Foster Mom keeps them in the frig. That's some sort of dog torture, right?

Me and Foster Mom have become best buds. I follow her from room to room. I don't bug her - I just lay near her wherever she happens to sit. Sometimes I bring her a toy but that's my secret code for "pets, please". She gets it. Then all the other dogs horn in so somebody ends up with a foot pet. I taught Foster Mom canine speak too. Now she knows "I need to go outside" and "I'd like a treat please" and "The water bowl's empty again". She's trying to teach me human speak and that's going okay. I know "sit" and "down" and "shake" and "kiss" but I just don't know what she means when she says "come". I think it must mean sniff every single snow flake in the yard so that's what I do. Bailey Brown aims to please.

This would be a great time for someone to say they'd like to meet me cuz I just had a bath and I smell GReat!! My golden locks are all fluffy and my nails are freshly cut. Of course I was a perfect angel during my spa treatment (if you don't count all the water I shook onto the walls. I don't.).

Here's a pic of me and my little friend playing tug. Bailey Brown just LOVES LOVES LOVES to play tug. Wouldn't you like to play with me?

Sunday, February 13, 2005

I am SOOOO busted. Twice Foster Mom caught me on the couch when she got home from work. It's not that I'm not allowed there - the resident dogs spend 90% of their day there! - it's just that Foster Mom didn't think I got on the furniture. Surprise!! It was a week of surprises. We had LOTS of company this week and we dogs think that's a GReat thing. The man from the gas company came and when he was on the floor fixing the furnace I planted a big wet one right across his face. Surprise!! And Foster Mom bought me a new indestructable toy made out of tire rubber. She was hoping it could be a replacement tug toy for Mr. Porcupine. I was left briefly to my own devices with it and when Foster Mom came back...surprise!! DE-stroyed. She bought me another one too and I haven't been able to destroy that one. It's now the one I grab each night when the lights go out so I can bring it to bed. That's when me and Foster Mom share a moment. Every night she gets on the floor with me while I lay on my bed and she scratches my belly and rubs my face and my ears. Ooohhh it's the best! I'd like to say I sleep there all night long quiet as a mouse but...Foster Mom says I actually bark in my sleep. She's pulling my leg, right? I never bark when I'm awake. She says in my sleep I make funny sounds and sometimes I make a sound like a small dog barking. Ha! Just one more special thing about me! Bailey Brown!

The very best thing about this week was when Foster Mom hung up from a phone call. Her eyes were all wet and I heard her say something like 'bah-nine' to my canine foster sister (the one who had the operation). I don't know what it all meant but we all got an early dinner followed by Frosty Paws followed by a really long play session. I just love it when Foster Mom plays tug with me. Sometimes I stand by her with a toy hoping she'll get the hint. She usually does. She says I play her like a cheap fiddle but that's not true. My foster sister's got that market cornered.

There's a vet trip for me on the calendar for this week. I have to get my blood checked for my thyroid med dosage. I also have to have my anal glands checked (eeeuuuuu) and get weighed. AND Foster Mom's pretty sure I have an ear infection. Wish me luck!

Don't I look comfy?

Sunday, February 6, 2005

It's been a GReat week here in foster care. I may have made my Foster Mom cry last week but this week I've made her laugh. She says I'm downright perky! Could be I'm adjusting more to my new environment or it could be the higher dose of thyroid meds I'm on. Either way, Foster Mom's thrilled! The other night she was sitting at the computer and we dogs were milling around like we do. Foster Mom's used to having one of the resident dogs stick their head in her lap or nudge her arm right off the keyboard so she wasn't surprised the other night when she got a paw on the leg. She was, however, surprised to find it was the size of a hoof. It was me! Downtown Bailey Brown! I was just giving her a friendly reminder that it was dinner time. I don't usually ask for attention although I'll accept gratefully any that comes my way. Especially those face rubs. I LOVE those face rubs. You see, that's the beauty of me. I don't demand attention like my canine foster sisters but I LOVE to be in the same room as my foster mom and I love it when she pays attention to me. Perfect, huh? Bailey Brown. Foster Mom says my ONLY flaw is that I don't come when I'm called. It's not that I'm naughty - there are just SOOOO many smells in our yard. Besides, if this household is any indication, one flaw is nothin'!! You should meet my foster sisters!

Here's a picture of my canine foster sister and me. She had to have surgery so now she has to wear human clothes. My other canine foster sister makes fun of her. I do not.

Monday, January 24, 2005

Mrs. Bailey Brown checking in. I'm happy to report that I completed my vet appt. I'm unhappy to report that I weigh (say it with me) 96 lbs. Still! Won't someone please help Foster Mom understand this whole weight control thing? Clearly it escapes her. Her only saving grace is that the vet recommended I be on a higher dosage of thyroid meds. If that doesn't do the trick I'm doomed to this coffee table of a body. Someone should adopt me soon so I can shed these unwanted pounds! I had to have my anal glands expressed again too. Booooo! I hope we aren't going to make a habit of THAT.

I now have Foster Mom all figured out. I never quite saw the appeal for all the scratchin' and pettin' and lovin' that goes on around here but Foster Mom just insisted that she spread it around. She's poppin' buttons with pride now though cuz I stood in front of her the other day, just as big as you please, looked her right in the eye, and said, "Pets, please". I let her scratch my head with both hands and I wagged my tail the WHOLE time. You'd have thought she won the powerball. Now I ask for scratches a lot. And I like it! Who knew? AND Foster Mom likes the little snore I make at night. She thinks it's a peaceful sound. Yup, I have a pretty good gig here but I don't want to get TOO comfortable because I REALLY want my own forever home. I think it's time now because, well...I killed Mr Porcupine. It had to be done. I bit his nose right off and he's no longer able to squeak. Foster Mom had to run to Petco cuz he was the only toy I really played with. He was the center of our play sessions. She bought me a new indestructable toy. So I destroyed it. Ha! My canine foster sister waited and waited for her turn with it but, alas, it was not to be.

Next time I write I hope it's to say I have a new forever home. Woe is me.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Mrs. Bailey Brown here. It snowed! Yea!!!!! I have SOOO much fun outside that it's hard to come in. Foster Mom thought I might be hard of hearing but the vet said no. I guess that trick only works til the doc rats you out. I'm getting even more adjusted to my new foster home. Foster Mom says there's a spring in my step now and a gleam in my eyes. Not sure what that means but it seems to make her happy so I'll go with it. We have play time every night and it's SOOO much fun. Me and Foster Mom play tug with the porcupine and I pretend I'm REALLY ferocious. It makes my canine foster sister crazy! Ha! She barks and tries to protect Foster Mom. That makes Foster Mom crazy. It's fun! I love kongs too. For a while everytime I brought a kong to Foster Mom and she would throw it for me to fetch. It took her FOREVER for her to discover that I wasn't interested in fetch. I wanted her to fill it! Now I get a squirt of peanut butter and that keeps me busy for awhile. Every night after play time I go up the stairs to the landing and then look down on Foster Mom and give her a little growl. Then she comes up and turns on the bedroom light so I can retrieve the toy I took up at bedtime the night before. The best part is we get to share a moment cuz my canine foster sisters are still downstairs. Foster Mom thinks I won't go in the dark bedroom by myself cuz I'm afraid of the boogiedog. That is SOOO not it. I just want my face rubbed. That's all. Really.

I surprised Foster Mom the other night when I laid my chin on the other side of the desk she was sitting at. When she finally saw me she laughed. That was too bad cuz she was drinking pop. It came out her nose. Funny.

My canine foster cousin came over the other night. I tried and tried to get her to play tug with me and Mr. Porcupine but I think she thought we were both too big. She's just a little mopdog. It was fun to try though. Then we all went outside and made snowangels. Hers were lame.

More later. I still have that whole vet thing coming up. Keep your paws crossed that that scale tips the right way for Mrs. Bailey Brown!! Here's how I tell Foster Mom I'm ready for bed.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Merry Christmas to me!! I got my very own nylabone and a big purple porcupine from Santa. I must be a VERY good girl. Foster Mom says I'm the easiest dog she's ever had. Every day I show her just a little bit more of who I really am. At first I was kind of aloof and content to be by myself but I've decided Foster Mom's okay so now I ask for pets and rubs. I wag my tail a lot more too and that seems to make her happy. I did just GReat at the vet. He said my heart, lungs, and hips are good. That's the bright side. He also said I'm 25 lbs overweight. Whoa!! Guess that's why Santa didn't bring me the EDIBLE nylabone. Foster Mom says we're gonna work on that. I have a sore that's healing where I had a lump removed from behind my ear and I scratched it (my bad) so now it's infected. Ten days of antibiotics for me. I'm hypothyroid too but I guess that's no big deal. The pills are cheap and they might even help me shed some of these unwanted pounds so I can regain my girlish figure. I also have a couple of ear infections but Foster Mom's got a plan for that too.

I would really like a forever home that doesn't have any small kids. I do okay with them but, frankly, they're not my favorite. Kids six and up would be just fine. I do GReat with other dogs, too. I just co-exist. And obviously I'm gonna need some exercise if I'm ever gonna be a hottie again.

Foster Mom says I'm really good at amusing myself. She thought I was killing my canine foster sister yesterday but really I was just trying to kill the porcupine. Where IS that squeaker?

Holy smokes Christmas is exhausting! I'm spent!