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Today I'm not here to talk about my babies, but about my cousin's. A few days ago, she asked me how much I would charge to take care of her blessed dog for 3 days, since they wanted to go to the beach. Since this puppy still doesn't have his vaccinations, the vet told her no, that she would rather leave him. I replied that I wouldn't charge her anything because it doesn't cost me anything to take care of him, just that she let me have his food, since he had a different diet than my dogs. When we reached an agreement, I waited for the weekend, getting everything ready and trying to separate them from my other dogs, because I have two that are more antisocial than my sister 🤣, of course leaving the environment to mine, who are always at home, so that they don't feel displaced.
Anyway, Wednesday comes and my cousin writes me asking if it was okay to leave him with me, because he's very stubborn and I practically have three dogs, I've had pets since I was 8 or 10 years old, each one with its own different personality and one crazier than the last and that Oddie is more terrible than anyone, so I told her not to worry, I have experience and I've helped take care of animals. We were waiting for him on Thursday, but nothing, until he writes me at night saying that he would only leave him on Friday, because they don't want to be away from him for too long, and they would only go to the beach that day and already, as far as they got, they criticized me when I took my Chloe everywhere and they scolded me when I stopped going somewhere to take care of my four paws, but hey, as they say, the tongue punishes the body.
Friday arrived, and Bobby was left with me at 6 a.m. My cousin, their daughter, started crying because it was the first time they'd left him alone like that. While the puppy was bewildered, little by little we gave him his space, picked him up, and let him sniff the house, since it was the first time he'd seen us, too. We brought him closer to my Angela, who's a bit more of a pup-friendly person, but the little guy growled at her and everything, so I had to take her away, in case they started fighting. It's not the same as them being outside; it's not their environment, and they don't get territorial. The problem is that I was in my house, and Angela would go on the defensive because I was in her territory, so it's better to be safe than sorry.
I've been wanting to visit my cousin for a while now to give her a bandana embroidered with the letter B for her dog. You can see the making process here at this link. However, I hadn't had the chance to give it to him due to health issues, so I took the opportunity to put it on him and take some pictures. It was quite a challenge because he's very restless and understandably he wanted to keep a record of everything.
I noticed that they were giving him pedigree dog food, which I don't like because it doesn't have the right nutrients and is based on chicken flour, something like that, so it's better to rotate his food between dog food and natural foods like chicken, meat, carrots and such, but I didn't tell them because they didn't seem to want to listen to my advice. I'm telling you this because when he was just arrived, my cousin noticed that Bobby had a lack of appetite, she told me to take him to a vet that has a bad reputation and that I don't like at all, but she said no, that a neighbor had told her, anyway, they didn't want to take him to my trusted vet because of the distance.
I have 3 dogs and they are so far away, I still take him, even though there are 4 vets nearby. However, I know for sure what each one is like because I've had bad experiences with them and so have other people around me. I mean, they already had a history and I dare to take her to that doctor because I trust her and I know what she's like. Anyway, guess what, since the little dog wasn't getting better, I took him to my little dog's vet and Bobby got better, taking him there all this time, so I decided not to comment on anything. I prefer that they figure it out on their own, because otherwise you're the one who's crazy and the one who doesn't know anything.
Continuing with the experience of taking care of Bobby on Friday, I can say that he behaved very well all day. Of course, he peed everywhere, but it's not like he made any big messes. In the afternoon, he really gained our trust; he even barked and growled at us. It was very nice to meet him, and I hope to visit him again. Oh, by the way, how's your bandana looking?
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Hoy no vengo hablar de mis bebés, sino el de mi prima, la cual me había dicho hace unos días que cuanto le cobraría por cuidar 3 días a su bendición perruna, pues querían ir a la playa y como aun este cachorro y no tiene sus vacunas, el veterinario le dijo que no, que más bien lo dejará; le respondí que no le cobraría nada, porque no me cuesta cuidarlo, solo que me dejara su alimento, ya que tenia una dieta distinta a las de mis perros. Al llegar un acuerdo, estuve esperando que fuese fin de semana, arreglando todo y buscando separarlos de mis otros perros, porque tengo dos que son más antisociales que mi hermana 🤣, claro dejándole el entorno a los míos que siempre están en casa, para que así no se sienta desplazados.
En fin, llega el miércoles y me escribe mi prima que, si estaba bien dejármelo, que, porque es muy necio y yo casi que tengo tres perros, desde los 8 o 10 años he tenido mascotas, cada uno que su personalidad distinta y uno más loco que el otro y que Oddie es más terrible que nadie, así que le dije que no se preocupara, tengo experiencia y he ayudado a cuidar animales. Lo estuvimos esperando el jueves, pero nada, hasta que me escribe en la noche diciendo que solo lo dejaría el viernes, pues no quieren alejarse mucho tiempo de él, y solo irían a la playa ese día y ya, hasta donde llegaron, me criticaban cuando llevaba a mi Chloe para todas partes y me regañaban cuando dejaba de ir a un sitio por cuidar a mis cuatro patitas, pero bueno, como dicen, la lengua es castigo del cuerpo.
Llegó el viernes y me dejaron a Bobby a las 6 de la mañana, mi primita, la hija de ellos se puso a llorar, porque era primera vez que lo dejaban así solito; mientras que el perrito estaba desconcertado, poco a poco le dimos su espacio, lo cargamos y que oliera la casa, pues era primera vez que también nos veía. Se lo acercamos a mi Angela, que ella si es un poco más con los cachorros, pero el muchachito le gruñó y todo, así que tuve que alejarla a ella, no fueran a pelear, no es lo mismo que estén en la calle, no es el entorno ni del uno ni del otro y no se vuelven territoriales, el problema es que estaba en mi casa y Angela se iría a la defensiva porque estaba en su territorio, así que, es mejor prevenir que lamentar.
Hace rato quería ir a visitar a mi prima, para darle una bandana bordada con la letra B para el perrito, la cual pueden ver el proceso de elaboración de la misma en este link. Sin embargo, no había tenido la oportunidad de dársela, por cuestiones de salud, entonces aproveché de ponérsela y tomarles fotos, fue todo un reto porque es muy inquieto y es entendible quería registrar todo.
Noté que le daban perrarina pedigree, la cual no me gusta, porque no tienen los nutrientes adecuados y es base de harina de pollo, algo así, por lo que es mejor, rotarle la comida entre perrarina y alimentos naturales que si pollo, carne, zanahoria y eso, pero no les comenté porque ellos como que no me quieren escuchar los consejos. Les comento esto, porque cuando estaba recién llegado, mi prima notaba en Bobby que estaba como inapetente, me dijo que la llevo a una veterinaria que tiene mala fama y que no me gusta para nada, pero ella decía que no, que le había dicho una vecina, en fin, no quisieron llevarlo a mi veterinario de confianza por los lejos.
Yo con 3 perros y los lejos que esta, aun lo llevo, teniendo 4 veterinarias cerca, no obstante, se a ciencia ciertas como son cada una porque viví malas experiencias con las mismas y otras personas a mi alrededor también, es decir, ya tenían antecedentes y me atrevo llevarla a ese doctor, por la confianza y que sabia como era. En fin, adivinen, como el perrito no mejoraba, lo llevara al veterinario de mis perritos y Bobby mejoró, llevándolo todo este tiempo allá, así que me propuse a no comentar nada, prefiero que ellos se den cuenta por si solo, porque sino el loco es uno y el que no sabe nada.
Continuando con la experiencia al cuidar a Bobby el viernes, puedo decir se portó muy bien en todo el día, claro, se orinaba en todas partes, pero tampoco es que hizo grandes desastres, en la tarde fue que vino a ganarse la confianza, hasta nos ladraba y gruñía. Fue muy lindo conocerlo y espero visitarlo nuevamente, ah, por cierto, ¿cómo le luce la bandana?
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