I found this picture online tonight. It makes me incredibly happy.
It’s happened. Mirabelle gave us an endearing moment.
One of our “traditions” is taking Claire on a leisurely half-mile walk around the apartment complex. There are all sorts of trails, so it’s like hiking through the woods. We go at night, because all is peaceful and beautiful. Oh, and not as BLAZING hot.
As we left our door today, Claire on her leash, Mirabelle came up out of the bushes. She spends most of her days outdoors now, because she prefers it and so do we. Usually, she’ll run in for a few hours a day to nap, eat and drink. We think she’s made a friend with a white/tan cat that runs around outside, because we hear loud meowing at our door once she’s been inside for a while.
And don’t worry. Unlike our dog, Mirabelle has had all of her “lady parts” removed. We couldn’t run the risk of her bearing offspring. It’d be like Hitchcock’s “The Birds”, only with crazy felines. I made that mistake once, back when I was a kid, by letting my retarded rat, Ethel, have babies. 2 of them actually committed suicide by jumping off high things and drowning in buckets of water. The other 4 liked to bite small children. No offspring, thank you. We’ll let The Crazy die with her.
Anyways, Mirabelle ran up to us and gave Claire a “nose kiss”. They have become better friends as of late, mainly because Claire isn’t always up in her face demanding attention. Hey, I’d be cranky if I had a dog barking in my face as I was napping!
As we kept walking, Mirabelle followed us. I thought for sure she’d run off and do her own thing, but she trotted right alongside us the entire way! Occasionally, she’d come up and give a friendly nudge to Claire, but for the most part she stayed a few feet behind or ahead of us. She even ignored a few bunny rabbits that bounded across the path.
When we got back to our front door 15 minutes later, she didn’t want to come inside– just leisurely sat down, as if to say, “Just wanted to spend a few minutes with you guys. Now I’ll go back to My Thing.” It was really cute.
It’s happened again, for the second time. Our poor little Claire-bear is going through her “womanlies”. We still had not made the decision to get her fixed, simply because we were lazy about getting around to it. And there’s that desire to have at least one set of puppies…just take a look at older posts to remember how incredibly adorable maltipoo puppies are. They also sell for $400-900/each, so there is real value in breeding them.
However, the minute we realized this was starting again, I asked Jesse if I could start calling around to animal hospitals in the area to see if one had an opening for a spaying surgery. As fun as puppies are, we don’t yet have a house. And this whole 3 week cycle thing is NOT fun– we have to keep little doggie diapers on her for the first week since she’s bleeding (which makes it sooooo funny when she tries to poop!) and she smells bad for all 3 weeks.
Plus, it’s pathetic. Our normally fun and vivacious doggie is lethargic and just lays on our laps for hours at a time without moving. Sometimes she yelps out because she’s in pain. It’s pretty heartbreaking, simply because we love her to death, regardless of how many inconveniences she’s put us through. Both Jesse and I have had nightmares about her getting hurt or run over by a car. In many ways, she will always be our first “baby” (funny how we don’t feel this way about Mirabelle….cats are also not as “human” in many ways as dogs). I never understood how people could say this about their pets until we got Claire.
But I’m wavering once again. I just read about the surgery, and it’s pretty invasive. I know that almost EVERYONE gets their pets spayed, but upon reading reviews for the different animal hospitals, so many reported huge infections and pain afterwards for their animals. Ah! I don’t know if I can take it! When Mirabelle was spayed, 3 years ago before we left LA, I was a nervous wreck all day. I was crying and couldn’t focus on anything. We’ve had Claire twice as long as we’d owned Mirabelle, AND we love her a ton more. I don’t think I can handle it knowing that my precious doggie is getting sliced open.
What should I do?