Happy Gotya Day Freya!!!

I was looking for Freya for a month before I finally found her. I left work early and so did my boyfriend who showed up at my work to take my car to get an oil change and then we went off on a 3 and a half hour drive all on country roads. We took Cloud with us that day so he could help us pick out a new puppy.


These were the picture on the ad I found online. I know...it is terrible to buy a dog that way but that's what I did and I got lucky. Next time I'm going a more reputable route for a specific kind of corgi--which involves going that route. That or a Frenchie.

Freya had two brothers and 6 sisters. Two possible black headed tris (not sure if they stayed that way or changed to sable or red headed tris) were a boy and a girl (man grammar is hard!) By the time we reached to Freya's grandmother's house there were three girls other than the one bht boy that the breeder kept.

The first thing I did was shake my keys after I was bombarded by a bunch of corgis (mom, auntie and grandma and I think grandpa of Freyas) and Freya was the first to investigate. She was known as two ears as she was the first to have both ears up at 6 and a half weeks (I know too young...sigh.) Then came Feisty and then the shy one that I can't remember the nickname. I had such a hard time deciding which girl to get. Ultimately, I picked Freya as I wanted a girl that was middle of the road and she was it--not too shy and not too independent.

Then we took her outside to meet Cloud for the first time. That weimy butt wiggled so hard that I knew it was approval right away. I got my puppy pack and my little girl and we were on our way home!

Unfortunately, I was stricken with a migraine so bad that we had to pull over to the Walmart, where I also picked up supplies. I actually fell terribly ill in there all thanks to the head lights coming at us (I'm light sensitive at times.) I found what I could for Freya that night and hurried up as best as I could.

Meanwhile this is what was going on in the car.



When we finally got home--it was very late that night. We tried to sleep with Freya (and her Friends--sigh...I got bit so many times that night) we woke to find her on the floor without our assistance what so ever. She was a daredevil from the get go.

The next evening we spent shopping and I bought a big tubberware that people used for storage and used it as her "crate".


Don't you just love that cute pink tummy! OMG I'm in love all over again...I just wish she would let me blow raspberries on her again:(.

Oh and if you are wondering, last year today was a Wednesday so I was terribly sleep deprived that next morning and for several morning until Freya finally stopped whining so much.

Wordless Wedensday: Puppies!

Oh the Calamity!

Dearest Freya,

I am most surprised that you don't hate my by now. After yesterday's torment, I am quite surprised that you gave me one of the greatest gift ever--sleeping on my lap. I guess you do trust me after all, huh?

I have to say that I just noticed the faintest dusting of white on your forehead. It's closer to your star but still--these are new. I also noticed, while torturing with the clippers, that you have one black toe nail with the pad of that foot being partially black too. Are you trying to trick me? If so, you are doing a great job! I still can't figure out your color--you keep sprouting more black and more white spots on your body that I don't know what you will be--other than my foxy Freya baby.

You should thank me for giving you a bath. You were one stinky corgi girl! I even warmed the bathtub for you, otherwise it would have been bone chilling cold instead of really warm. I couldn't help but notice that you didn't like the spray of the shower head. I guess I'm relegated to cup to cleanse you.

At one point, I found myself in the tub with you. I was hoping that this would calm you. I ended up with scratch marks. You were quite happy (and cold) when we got out of the tub. I rubbed you dry as best as I could. Then came the next torturing device...

The blow dryer doesn't seem to be your best friend. Why, Freya? Do you not want to be dryer faster and be warm? I guess not.

Afterward, we cut your nails. Initially, it was just my job and your back feet were a snap (pun totally intended) because you had treats! Treats are awesome...but then your front paws were sooo much harder to trim. Once again, I got more scratches....

But after all that is said and done--you got your dinner with yogurt and you loved it!

Now, if only you would pee and poop consistently outside and not just pee in the carpet.

Until, I still and will always love you!

love,

Your Hooman--Cat

Growth

I was a little worried when I first saw Freya, I thought her eyes were too small. Of course, boyfriend said that I worried too much and that puppies grow in spurts. He was right on all accounts. Her eyes, thankfully kept up with her head.

It seems that every time I put her to bed, time goes quick and she wakes up a different color or something is bigger.

Her paws started to catch up with her body, she seems longer now. Her biting has calmed down significantly but she still likes to attack whatever clothing item I am trying to put on at that moment.

But, she always sits when it is meal time and well whenever I look at her, she sits. That was a puppy trait she came with that helped me teach her to sit. I encourage it. She knows when I grab the bowl, it is food time and she won't whine about being in her sleeping box.

She's taken to digging and the Weim helps her.

Whenever the train comes by, our Weim goes out and howls at it. Now, Freya, started to bark with him--it's cute. I know that last night she was barking at something, not sure what, but eventually the Weim went out and investigated the scene. Nothing seemed out of the norm and the Weim came back and cuddled with me.

I wish I could trust Freya in the bed with me. So far, she has peed in the bed 3 times and pooped once--and this is after taking her potty and watching her do both. I want to cuddle with her more, but the blanket has to be professionally washed and I don't want to take it while it is so cold outside. Sadness...I hope she outgrows this.

Comfort--01-12-2009

Well, I was informed by the animal control that there is a special mat that's at the entrance of the shelter filled with disinfectants that kills the parvo virus. So, Freya's diarrhea is from the olive oil. Yay.

I'm starting to switch her to Blue Buffalo puppy. It seems that she loves it more than the Avoderm. Our Weim even loves the Blue better too! He actually was protective of his food for once. They both seem to be doing well on it. Freya will be on half and half until all of the Avoderm is gone.

Also, while talking to the animal control officer, who also does obedience training on the side, she mentioned a class in February for 6 weeks in the area. That sounds great and Freya maybe old enough by then. It's the Kennel club that will be running it. I hope it will be a good class.

I can't believe how loving Freya has been lately. It is odd. She won't stay in my lap for any length of time, but she will sit close by. She's also starting to lick me more than bite. That's a nice break. She is every bit not a cuddler as Cloud is one. How funny, I'm the cuddle bug in the relationship and my boyfriend isn't. We both got dogs that is similar to the other.

Oh well, at least I can cuddle with Cloud and he is happier for it.

As Freya gets older, I noticed that she is having more control over her ear movements than before. She's staring to put them back more, like happy puppy style (I hope) instead of it leaving it perked and upright all the time. She is now able to see what's going no in the tub instead of only her nose showing. She is also able to see over her sleeping box, which soon will be changed over to her day kennel. Initially, I didn't have the money to pay for her kennel but Christmas money and a sale made that happen. Too bad I didn't know about Tractor Supply sooner.

She's getting so big! I wonder what her weight will be when she gets full size.

The Puppy Fever

I've had puppy fever for the last year. I've always wanted a puppy of my own and a puppy that I picked out instead of my parents. I grew up with dachshunds, chihuahuas, and finally chugs (chihuahua/pug mix.)

In November, we had Morningstar (my mom's chug) over for a week in efforts to get her to lose weight. She did, but sadly not long. My mom made her gain more weight. Sadness.

Anyway, I've been looking into mini dachshunds and corgis. I initially wanted to adopt a rescue or a shelter dog but things didn't really work out on that end--so upwards and onwards on the search.

It took me nearly a month to find a breeder for a corgi. Then on wednesday, December 17th we drove 3 hours north to get our little girl--Freya.