Now don’t get me wrong, I love my dog, she is the sweetest little thing in the world, but holy cow is she such a princess.
So I adopted her in October as a little puffball of a dog, I had to get her hair cut short because she had lots of matts, ok no problem. I didn’t even have much of an issue getting her a sweater. Yes my dog wears a coat. I just couldn’t handle seeing her shiver constantly whenever I took her outside to do her business.
Two days ago we had a snowfall, the first real one of the season. This is where princess puppy gets ridiculous. She apparently refuses to walk in the snow. She start off limping, changing the foot that she is limping on periodically, as soon as we get to the snow covered sidewalk. When we reach the stretch that was formerly a grassy patch where she goes to relieve herself she flat-out refuses to walk on it at all. When I make her she doesn’t just limp she pulls one foot up, hops for a while, and then switches.
Come on dog this is Canada, this is not your first winter, seeing that when I got you, you already were house trained this cant be your first time walking on snow. This is going to be a long winter if you don’t get used to it. And I’m sorry but I just can’t get you boots, I don’t think that I could walk down the street with a dog that has boots, I just can’t.
Oh, the memories! We had a beautiful blonde Cocker Spaniel who did pretty much the same thing.
We lived in Chicago and when it would snow she would hold her paws up 1 by 1 so you could wipe the snow off her paws. And when she got too cold, she would simply roll over and insist you carry her home. She would also do this if she was slightly tired. Just lay in the middle of the sidewalk and refuse to budge until you picked her up. She was not old or anything, just spoiled. She even refused to drink out of a pet dish…she’d jump into the shower and bat at the faucet until you turned it on. She would wait until it was cold, too.
If it was raining, she insisted on wearing a head band that shaded her eyes so the drops would not land on her beautiful pumpkin colored eyelashes. Kinda puts those boots in perspective, huh?
I doubt it. She was fine with the cold ground and cement before there was snow but as soon as she got her paws wet the limping began. She also will not walk through puddles or anything along those lines.
The kicker with the whole thing was that when I was fed up enough I started to walk on the snow with her so she couldn’t reach the sidewalk and as soon as I was right there with her she suddenly stopped limping and decided it was play time.
When we had one of our cats declawed (and let’s not start on that topic again, ok?), I think it was Marty - he seemed to be taking a long time to heal. For a few weeks after he was favoring one of his paws - not jumping, stopping to lick it and moan a lot.
When he did it, we’d stop, give him some attention, carry him to our laps - things like that. I took him to see Dr. Warren, who examined him and pronounced him fine. His advice was to just ignore the things Marty was doing and expect him to jump, run on his own.
Very soon Marty just stopped needing the pampering.
My cat Emma is terrible whenever you’re trying to read something. I can be relaxing in bed with a nice book, and she’ll come strutting along. I see the disembodied tail floating through the doorway.
“Meh?” says a voice.
“Hi Miss,” I’ll respond.
A jingling of tags and a cat appears on the bed, now attached to the tail. She wanders over to me and sniffs the book.
“No,” I say, and gently push her aside.
She gives me a look that says, FUCK YOUR BOOK! and promptly sprawls all over it.
If I pick her up and place her somewhere else, she’ll come back to the book right away. I don’t know why. but she just HAS to lie on books.
What breed is your dog? I have pomeranians, and if I don’t keep their paw pad fur clipped tiny ice balls form on the bottom of their paws, and it does hurt.
However, I have a little girl who loves to be outside in the rain/snow/ice, but she must be carried. Spoiled much? Why yes, she is!
If your dog is willing to frolic while you, too, are in that cold white stuff, I think perhaps she is playing mind games with you!
She is a mixed breed. Animal Services said she was a Terrier cross. The groomer thinks Maltese, others have suggesed Shih Tzu, Bichon Frise, or Cockapoo.
All of the “perhaps” breeds have quirky personalities, especially the terrors…err, terriers! Other than checking the pads for ice balls, I think I would probably call her bluff!
When my gang goes out en mass (on leash) it looks like a mini Iditerod!
Years ago, my (now deceased) Kate, a doberman-pointer cross, had a cut on her leg. She’d been following me on a trailride with my horse and cut it on something. I took her to the vet, who said to put some neosporin on it and keep it bandaged. She was in horrible pain, limping for a week. She couldn’t even jump up on the bed by herself, so I’d have to lift her up and down. I minute I removed the bandage she was running around like nothing had ever happened. Faker. I guess as long as she was bandaged, she must’ve thought she had to be sick.
