We solved Jasmine’s food refusal problem just a day or two after it started. We went and got some samples of different dog foods at the local store and decided to try them out until we found something new that got Jasmine out of her food slump. It turns out that Jasmine wasn’t really tired of her dog food. She was tired of having dog food soup.
When we first got Jasmine, she generally didn’t drink water. So we had the bright idea to mix water into her meals and mix a little wet dog food into the water to encourage her to drink. It worked. She lapped up her “meat water” and then chomped down on her dry (okay, moist) kibble every day. And then, one day, she didn’t want her food made this way anymore. I took out the water, just mixed the dry and canned food together and she’s been chowing down ever since. AND she’s been drinking water like a normal dog.
So she’s a foodie hound again, and we’re going to continue to try new flavors of food to keep her engaged (and to ensure that she has a varied nutritional profile). It’s great that the local store had a bunch of samples for us to try. It really helped us make some smart choices and we now know that she likes different flavor combos and the changes will not cause any stomach problems. Win win!
Two weeks ago, I had my surgery. I had to spend the night in the hospital, but I was able to come home the next day.
The post-surgical instructions have significantly altered all our lives–including Jasmine’s:
- I can’t pick Jasmine up for 8 weeks! That’s 8 weeks of sad puppy eyes looking up at me from the floor. Totally heartbreaking (for me).
- Hubby now brings Jasmine downstairs. It’s now a big production, complete with a small treat at the bottom of the stairs. She resists being picked up by him, but it’s good for them–both.
- Jasmine is now sleeping in a dog bed on the floor next to me. Acutally, I think that will be her permanent place. We’re both sleeping better. She doesn’t get clocked by a knee. I don’t get shoved to the very edge of the bed (hey, Dachshunds are bed hogs).
- I have to walk every day. And we know who HATES walkies. HATES. But she’s going with us, and it’s doing her waist line good (as well as mine).
- I can’t bend, twist, push anything heavy (NO shopping carts, believe it or not), or lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk. If I want to pet Jasmine, I have to get down on one knee and reach for her short, squat body. It’s hard to do everyday things like feed her. Hubby has taken over many of the tasks at home until I’m past the “danger” zone.
Jasmine has, however, been enjoying the fact that I’ve been home with her. She sleeps in her bed next to the couch (yes, I have multiple beds…who doesn’t?) next to me as I rest. I’ve come a long way in two weeks. And it amazes me how dogs just roll into a new routine.
I’m glad that Jasmine is taking change well because more changes are on the way. I (unexpectedly) landed a job in New Hampshire–much sooner than I ever anticipated–and I’ll be out of the house at my job in the very near future.
This is a total departure from what Jasmine knows. For the last two years, I have been working from home. She has been with me every day except when hubby and I have been on trips. She has been my constant companion, and I know that she is going to have to adjust to a new schedule and routine. However, I’ve been fairly busy over the last few weeks, and she has been alone in the house for four to six hours at a time with no adverse effects. When I return home, I immediately take her outside. She then gets lots of pets and attention and a bone for good behavior. She loves the phrase, “Have you been a good girl?” because she knows it will be followed by, “Would you like a BONE?” Ah, the exuberant jumps make me laugh from the inside out…I feel her joy.
I leave Jasmine in the kitchen when I’m out. All the exits from the kitchen can be closed by louvered doors. However, they are only secured using magnetic catches. After a few times of being left in the kitchen, Jasmine figured out that she could push the doors open. I marveled at her problem solving skills and could just hear the gears in her brain working as she puzzles through the “how do I get to the comfy carpet in the family room” problem. I solved the issue by using hair elastic bands to secure the doors together. No more escape, little dog.
I usually exit the house through the basement, and Jasmine HATES it when I go down the stairs. She sits in front of the basement door crying…I can hear her whine after I (quickly) close the door and walk down the stairs. She does the same thing as she anticipates my return. The sound of the garage door opening makes her jump up with anticipation and wait by the basement door for me to emerge (according to hubby). I hear her crying as I walk up the stairs, and I call my standard call, “Is there a pup-pup in the house?” She jumps with glee when the door opens, and I am welcomed back with no ill feelings.
That and a hug and a kiss from hubby make my day. Unfortunately, hubby is still in the other house in California and won’t be out here for weeks. Without Jasmine, I’d be a total wreck (compared to only the lonely, partial wreck that I am) missing hubby. Thank goodness for little dogs.
Packing. It’s one of the most unpleasant experiences. Boxing up all the stuff you’ve accumulated…well, MOST of the stuff you’ve accumulated (that’s what the giant dumpster in the driveway is for) is an exhausting task. Having a tiny dog shadowing you makes it all the more difficult.
Jasmine is my shadow. Wherever I go, she wants to be. As I’m bending, wrapping and boxing, it’s been increasingly difficult to avoid backing into her or stepping on her. Jasmine is a “stealth dog”–she just doesn’t make any noise (except for the little yelp when I’ve mistakenly stepped on her paw). I’ve been ultra careful about keeping her at bay and not tripping over her, but it’s been tough. I know she just wants to be near me. but I wish she could go into t he other room and just relax. It’s not in the cards, so I keep up the chatter and give her lots of pets.
The constant movement has been tough on her. Instead of settling into her comfy pillow while I work on the computer, I’ve been very busy for the last two weeks. Jasmine has been in constant movement as well. I feel bad that she can’t laze around like she’s accustomed to…oh my poor (spoiled) pooch. When I take a break, I usually bring her up on my lap. She immediately curls up and takes a dog nap. I’m usually back up and working about 20 minutes later, and she reluctantly follows. At night, she drops off into a deep (snoring) sleep as soon as she hits the bed.
In a few more weeks, things will change again when all these boxes and furniture are gone. What will she hide behind then?
It’s a new year. A very new year.
This year, we’re moving and changing our lives. I wonder how Jasmine will react to all these changes. Right now, we’re in the beginning stages of packing and renovating our home. For the last two weeks, our house–and our routine–has been in complete disarray. Jasmine, the little trooper that she is, has been with me at every step.
As usual, she follows me everywhere. These days, “everywhere” means hours of moving from one room to the next while I’m sorting through stuff, tossing things in the trash, making and packing boxes, demolishing a bathroom floor (and tiling and grouting a new floor) and much more. I’m moving around much more than she’s used to. Which means she’s getting much more indoor exercise than she is used to. It’s a good thing since it’s the rainy season, and we don’t get out on walks much.
She watches me with curiosity and a bit of nervousness. She obviously doesn’t understand what’s going on and why things are different. As I stated in my last post, I think she can sense my stress as well. I love having her close to me and I reach out for some pet therapy when I’m feeling blue (which included today, when the back window of my convertible ripped out right before a rain storm) or when she’s looking a bit in need of a good scratching or lap session. Hubby and I have been spending evenings vegging in the living room. I realized that she needs more attention, so I’m bringing her up on the couch as I veg for some much needed lap time while I veg.
The next few months are going to be hard, and I’m hoping that Jasmine actually benefits from it. It might make her a bit more resilient and adaptable. I hope. Regardless, she’s with us and she’s loved.
Jasmine is a creature of habit. We have routines that we have established, and she is happy and comfortable with these routines. When those routines change, Jasmine’s behavior changes–understandably so.
Hubby has been out of town for the last five days. While you would think that this is a good thing since Jasmine is still afraid of him, it has actually caused her a bit of anxiety. Jasmine seems to fear the unknown. If she doesn’t know where Hubby is, she checks to see that he is situated someplace where he can’t get her. When she eats, she runs back into the living room to check that he’s in his recliner before beginning her meal (and at certain points throughout her meal). Now that he’s out of town, bed time has been somewhat challenging. She usually runs to his side of the bed, checks to see that he’s safely tucked away, and THEN she settles into her own bed.
Since he’s been gone, she has been riddled with the “where is he” anxiety at bedtime. She crawls under the bed and hides, then comes out, checks his side of the bed and pops back under. She has also had some unusual energy spurts in the wee hours as well. I know it’s due to Hubby’s absence, but it has been keeping me up late at night.
The other change in routine has been due to a back problem. I’ve been flat on my back since Monday–working from bed. Jasmine has been my constant companion on the bed, jealously trying to nudge the computer away and claiming my lap. She usually doesn’t get this much snuggle or lap time. Today has been the first day that I’ve been fully up and about, so we’re back to her usual spots–doggie beds in the living room and bedroom. The result? She peed on the carpet in front of her doggie bed while I was in the shower. Hm. She also pooped in the house last night during the 3 mintues that she wasn’t with me. I thought she was in the living room retrieving her bone. While I was right (she brought her bone into the bedroom right after), she left a little deposit as well.
Hubby returns tonight, and I’m hoping that the return to our normal routine will help her readjust. However, Hubby will be home for 2 weeks over the holidays, so she’ll have to get used to him being around 24 x 7! Oh the trauma!