Don't Tell Me She Smells

I took Vicki for her usual afternoon walk yesterday. Our area attracts loads of joggers. Sometimes it can be difficult to navigate ourselves through these people but most are considerate and make way for The Barge. Perhaps it is not so much about consideration and more about not wanting to trip over her.

Vicki had done her business and I had a little bag that I wanted to deposit in the trash can. There was a group of joggers resting by the trash can (why, I don't know). One of the joggers hesitantly gave Vicki some pets while another one said with a scrunched up face, "It smells". Now she was no where near Vicki or her little baggie but I had to elbow someone out of the way to the trash can opening and quickly shot back, "You smell!" and walked away. Her remark sparked a response in me as though someone were criticizing my child. As I write this I feel the sting again. Shrinking away from a little pug is one thing or commenting on her weight but for some reason this comment really got me. Oh well Vicki doesn't care about these things so now I'll let it go.

A Signal for Attention

I have started up my morning walk and I go anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour. Each time I head out the door with keys and water bottle in hand Vicki thinks it is time for her to walk too. There's no way our girl can do a 5km walk. When we first got Vicki, she could only do about 200 feet and now she can easily walk for about 1km.

When I get back from walking, I usually go to the computer where Vicki starts pawing at my knees and grunting for pets. If she doesn't get attention right away, she flops on the floor by my chair and snores away. The moment I rise from the chair her head pops up and she follows me around until she gets some loving.

Giving Thanks for Vicki

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Today, we are attending the Canadian Chamber of Commerce Thanksgiving Dinner. This is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada. Vicki doesn't know about this particular holiday but I'm sure she would appreciate a plate of turkey, stuffing and mashed potatoes all the same.

Well, she won't be getting any turkey but she did snatch a piece of gum that I had dropped on the floor today. Along with losing a few pounds she's also moving quicker these days. Hopefully, a piece of gum is not too detrimental to her health.

Well, Happy Thanksgiving and if you don't celebrate Thanksgiving I hope you can still think of a few things that make you thankful. Vicki is one of those things for us.

Time to Take a Bath

Thankfully Vicki loves to take baths. She likes getting the soap massaged into her fur. She is quite content to sit in the tub and let me rinse all of the soapy suds from her body. She doesn't move until I lift her out of the tub and begin to towel her off. She loves to play tug of war with the towel and gets very excited as she is dried off, from her big backside to her spindly paws. Of course, she loves to jump up to her favourite spot on the couch after her bath and leave a path of damp paw prints in her wake.

Red Squishy Toy

Vicky has a few different toys that create various levels of interest for her. She has a tug rope which does not keep her attention for long, a pink fuzzy ball that is now bald but her most favourite is a red squishy toy.

Something about this particular toy just winds her up she'll chew on it indefinitely and will not let anyone else near it. This toy is her precious and Greg caught it all on camera.

Regular Routines

There's really not that much new to add to the life of Vicki these days. She walks, she eats, she sleeps and she plays. We are very happy to be home and both Vicki and Augustus seem delighted to have us back. We discovered that Vicki has lost three pounds since we rescued her about seven weeks ago. For now she is snoring contentedly in her usual spot on the couch. I'll keep posting as any new developments occur.

Vicki's Back!

Yay, we're so glad to be home with Vicki and Augustus again. Our trip was exhausting and there's nothing better than snuggles with our lovelies. Today is a holiday in HK (National Day) and Vicki would not let us sleep in. She doesn't care what day it may be she wants her morning jaunt and scratches. She cannot hoist herself up to the bed so she will bark at the head of the bed until we get up.

While away, I saw three pugs - awww, so cute! I wanted to go up to the owners and ask to pet their pugs and also tell them about Vicki but instead I ogled from afar. When I turned up to get Vicki she was eager to see me and snorted her excitement. Not a day went by on our trip where we didn't say many times how much we missed our pets. It amazes us at how quickly we have become attached to Vicki and, well, Augustus is special too.