Journal · Misc

How Osa is Doing

She moves every time I try to take her picture!

Her surgery went great, and she has to wear the hated cone for a couple weeks. Brief walks a few times daily, moist heat on the incision, massages a few times a day, and range-of-motion exercises.

Couple all that with the fact that she absolutely refuses to go the bathroom in the front yard which necessitates this process:

1: leash her, take her out and tie her to a porch post.

2: Let the other two dogs into the kitchen.

3: Open the garage and take down the barrier between the dogs’ side and the rest of the garage.

4: Untie Osa, take her out back and let her do her thing.

5: Reverse the process.

….sometimes…sometimes…I go through the whole thing for her to walk outside and pee for literally 2 seconds. Two. It takes longer to get the leash on her wiggly ass!

Then we walk around the front yard a few times to get in her exercise, and then it’s back inside. She tries to avoid having the cone put on, and looks really bummed out when it is, but every now and again she tries to lick the incision and we can’t have that. The myth that dogs’ mouths are cleaner than humans’ is, of course, total BS. They eat poop, for Pete’s sake!

None of the dogs are happy about the separation, but she can’t be anywhere near them because the plate in her leg may become dislodged if it gets bumped, and the biggest dog most likely would do that. She can’t see them, either, but she gets so excited she wiggles all over and will mess up the leg. So solitary, of sorts, confinement for at least a month.

I’ve been pretty stressed during all this and worked myself into a fibro flare. Go, me. *sigh*

I’m really, really grateful to everyone who donated for her surgery! It really helped, more than you’ll know. And I get to help people feel better, too!

I hope May is going well for you! We actually had a downpour the other day!!! It was so overdue, and not nearly enough moisture, but we’ll take every drop we can get. The plants loved it. ūüôā

Much love,

Pip ūüôā

©Pip Miller РMay 2021

Journal · Pets


#writealm Day 12 (I’m behind again)…

The end of the month will make 6 months since our dogs disappeared into thin air, and lately we’ve been thinking about them a lot.

1008111321abWhen we first got Gia, she was only 7 weeks or so old, and Zoey became her stand-in mom. They were inseperable.


Gia and Zoey As Gia grew, she quickly became not only a completely different color (she started out with pure German Shepherd coloring!), but taller than her ‘mom’. She was the funniest dog, too: Zoey would be running around the backyard, barking wildly at something, and Gia would just lay in the middle of the yard watching her, not barking at all. She only barked when she was playing with either Zoey or with the cat.


IMG_0547267Every day our new puppies do something that brings back a memory of what Zoey or Gia did – especially since the oldest sounds and acts so much like Zoey, and it always makes us sad. We hope, more than anything, that whomever has them is treating them well and loves them. Because we still miss them so much and want them to come home.

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To Whom It May Concern

…someone opened our side gate while the dogs were in on 5/27, and when we woke in the morning, they were gone. ¬†It seems you’ve found them and have decided to keep them, so I thought you might like to know something about our dearly loved and missed girls.

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This is Zoey (and her cat). As I’m sure you’ve noticed, she’s very shy and is hyper-sensitive to sounds and movements. She’s always been that way, and I don’t think she’s ever going to change. I’m sure being loose traumatized her and she’s even more sensitive right now, but you’ll soon discover that she loves nothing more than to sit with her head in your lap and be pet for hours. She’s a sweetie. She’s also a great watchdog when she’s outside; when she’s inside she couldn’t care less who is around. But outside…everyone knows when she’s on the job. She’s almost 7, by the way, and has never been away from us since we brought her home at 8 weeks or so. I hope you take good care of her.




Zoey¬†with her new friend Gia, who we rescued from the animal shelter at 7 weeks old. ¬†She’ll be 3 on August 1st.


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Someone’s exhausted.


Now Gia looked just like a german shepherd when she was young, but now, as you’ve noticed, except for the black coloring, she doesn’t much anymore. We have a running debate over whether she is part Greyhound or Great Dane (I vote Great Dane), and as I’m sure you’ve discovered, she doesn’t bark. Except at Zoey when she wants to play. And at the cat, who loves to play with them from the top of the couch. The cat who is now lost and wanders the house crying for them.

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Looking at the new little creature.


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Here they are in their favorite spot under my computer desk. Zoey likes to be under things, somewhere safe. She loved to have me put my feet on her while she was sleeping and I was working. Gia has grown so big that with the two of them under there, I almost can’t get close enough to the computer! We spent many an hour like that.


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They look so serious here! ¬†The cat had just come into the living room, and they wanted to go chasing her and I wanted pictures. ‘Stay’ was not their happy place at that moment.

I should have let them play and then taken the pictures, but it is what it is.

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This is the last picture I took of them. I’m sad that Zoey is blurry. You can see how Gia has grown – they both love meat bones and we spoiled them over the winter. They love to be inside, just hanging out and playing with the cat. ¬†If you buy them a doghouse, you only need one as they sleep together. ¬†They are inseparable – and I hope to heaven that if you caught Gia, you also caught Zoey and didn’t leave her out there by herself. ¬†That thought terrifies me. ¬†I don’t know what will happen to her if she’s alone.

Please, take good care of them, as you seem to have chosen not to return them to us. Be aware, though: Gia is chipped and my info with them is current. ¬†If you decide to be kind and return them to us, please contact me at 505-633-6595 (a text is fine). ¬†I’d love to hear from you, no questions asked.

One more thing: don’t buy them plastic/rubber toys. ¬†They will destroy and eat them. ¬†Every time. ¬†And they can both pop those big balls you can buy for kids.

©Pip Miller РJune 2014