Whatever Was I Thinking??

so i was just enjoying my first of four days off, dropping off kittens for neutering,  running some errands, planning to do some crafting, some house cleaning, when i once again “caught” myself perusing the free section on craigslist only to find an add for puppies and dogs, etc.  i clicked and saw pics of teeny chihuahua babies and and their mom and the add mentioned several dogs total.  this add had been there a few days and usually chihuahuas go fast, but not these little guys!  why i couldn’t tell you but next thing I know i’m on the phone dialing, which i shouldn’t have, but i did and 2 hours late i’m driving 2 hours up the road to pick up these little ones and their mama.

what was i thinking??  (that after talking to the man on the other end of the line that this guy is desperate and those puppies and mama could wind up in very bad hands).    i have no experience with chihuahuas!  i can’t even spell the word for crying out loud! (don’t worry you’ll figure it out!  it’s a tiny dog but a dog no less!)

i met the man and his “wife”,( who looked down her nose at me from the other side of the window of the front passenger seat of their big gas guzzler), in front of the mall where my office for work is located.  he wasted no time in handing me the puppies or the mom.  in the carrier went mom and two puppies, who were in an open box, followed.    in the crate they went and off went the man and family. i climb into the passenger side of the car, and as i get in, mama is growling and bearing her teeth.  greatt!  what have i done?  what was i thinking?  i have no knowledge of chihuahuas or their puppies for that matter.  i’m a cat lady who takes in the occasional medium sized dog!  and now i have this little piranha bearing it’s teeth at me when all i want to do is help?!!!   oh lordy what have i done??

i “introduced” myself to mama, much to her dislike, and that’s when i noticed her feet.  the nails were so overgrown i was shocked!  it’s apparent that she’s been getting fed, but come on can’t you even cut her nails people??  (lordy?!! what have i gotten  myself into here??!!)

poor mama’s nails are LONG!!

this picture does not do them justice!  so i called my fellow board member, jamie, who happened to be working tonight and she was able to put together some doggy goodies for me.  i drove over to pick them up and showed her mama and the pups.  jame has one of the mellowest natures and mama didn’t growl.  i guess she saves that for me.  aren’t i special? lol

pups are TINY!  and both mama and pups were quiet all the way home.  no more growling, and the treats that jamie had poked thru the cage mama felt comfortable enuff to finally eat.  she doesn’t seem to be starving, but definitely DEFINITELY needs those nails trimmed, which I pondered all the way home.  how am i going to work with a viscous, scared chihuahua mom who won’t even let me near the crate?  ugh!  again…. WHAT WAS I THINKING??!!!  i’m a cat lady afterall, i mean…granted i was clueless when it came to working with Clementine, see previous blog entry, but now i have her eating, literally, out of my hand.  (we still have a ways to go with her tho).  Jackson Galaxy’s website helped me thru that challenge, but i can’t find anything anywhere…ANYWHERE on his site about how to handle scared chihuahuas!!

scared mama!

i was hoping that the calm would remain when i got mama and her puppies home.  when the man handed her over to me, it was all so quick he didn’t even tell me her name, but for some strange reason, all the way home Barry Manilow’s song “Lola” kept coming to mind.  (yeah don’t ask cause i have no idea!)  I dunno if it’s the mexican thing, or what, but i kept seeing her as Lola the show girl jilted by Tony.  this is how she got her name.  i think i began focusing on all of this in order to shut down the voice in my head that kept saying “WHAT ARE U DOING??!!!  i even at one point began singing it to her.  i don’t know if it soothed her but it did me, apparently!

upon arriving home i knew that i needed to get Lola out to at least potty.  based on watching several reruns of the dog whisperer, i decided to try “scootching” out Lola from the crate using the blanket she was on, and then gently dropping a “noosed” leash around her neck, meanwhile trying to keep my fingers intact!  i “prepped” the area where this was to occur with a small amount of dog food and water, and the intentions of moving them into a bigger crate.  well the idea wasn’t a bad idea, just Lola didn’t really wanna come out of the crate!  finally, the pup was out and i managed to get the noose around her head…. with one of her legs caught in it!  great!  now to untangle that mess and still keep my fingers??

interestingly, once outside the crate, Lola wasn’t being the little piranha she was inside of it.  and shock…………….gasp!  i was able to take my hand even and remove her paw from the noose with all fingers intact!!  ok…mama is scared and mama is just wanting to protect her babies!  i got Lola outside and there she did her doo doo.  not a bark, not a squeak, not a growl of any kind!  hmmmm…..maybe i can do this afterall!  jamie had said that her sister was looking for a chihuahua, and i knew one of my coworkers at work was a shoe in for one of the puppies.

speaingk of puppies!  they are pretty darn cute!  i am calling them coco and channel at this point!  they look like they might have terrier in them, but i’m not sure.

puppies in the back behind mama Lola


i can now say that i do feel good about taking them in.  the man mumbled something about “having to throw them in the river” if i hadn’t taken them, and of course i was so shocked he had left before i had my wits about me to even think of responding.  it’s obvious to me that some neglect had gone on what with the shape those nails are in!  i am also just glad she and the pups are safe!  the man was actually willing to part the pups from mom at only 4 weeks of age, and that is why i said i would take mom too.  i’m not even sure these pups are that old!

anyhow.  the house of Planet Kitty is VERY full, and we have 5 female kitties to spay along with the care of this little family.  if you can chip in for us, that would really REALLY help!  i will be honest here. i really can’t do this without help!  should you be able to throw a nickel our way, you can do so at this link here.



it never ceases to amaze me how mean my neighbors are.  (and yes this is going to be a venting post so if you don’t wanna listen, or read in this case, then exit here———–>>>>>>>>>>)

i think that i have some of probably the absolute worst neighbors right around me.  two years ago, the grumpy old couple across the street decided to relocate my cat to somewheres unbenownst to me and i never saw her again.  the wife of the couple even had the nerve to lie to may and say that she “saw her earlier that day at noon”.  i didn’t like letting Febe out, but it seemed that she had found her nitch in the neighborhood and stayed fairly close.  in our town, cats are considered free roaming animals and so people are not allowed to trap them or relocate them.  Febe vanished in the middle of the day while i was at work.  i remember the date as it was may 1 and we had had spring/winter weather with a light snow even.

my beautiful febe. gone but never forgotten

my other neighbor almost got the wife to admit to the crime, but the actual words never left her mouth.  i have not been friendly to them since, and even once their dog got out and i contemplated what to do with it as it was dirty and smelled awful!  the poor little girl was in need of a bath and good grooming.  i turned her over to the animal shelter only to them release her back to them with maybe just a warning as far as I know.  i do know she returned the same day.  grrrr!!  (my feelings on the local animal shelter is another post).

i don’t understand what motivates people to be so nasty.  and since then i’m a huge advocate of not letting kitties outside.  we have made them so domesticated, it’s not like it used to be back in the day, and people aren’t capable of the good character they were back in the day either.

these two moldy oldies have tons of money, have the “perfect yard”, go south for the winter, but seem completely miserable.  the man drinks all day and i’m not sure what the wife does as i haven’t seen her in forever.  maybe he killed her and buried her in the back yard?  ok ok that’s an awful thought but it makes you wonder!

then there’s the neighbors right next to me whom i never see ever and yet they are apparently there!  i let bindi my foster dog out for awhile tonight and while she was out a couple walked by with a bloodhound that started baying and she responded, and so i brought her in.  i’m in the backroom working on some things and get a knock on my door which is unusual for this time of night and it’s a dang cop letting me know that the “ladies next store” called about my dog barking.  WTF??  she wasn’t even outside 20 minutes!!!  and the dang big dog is what set it all off!!


what with the dang garnishment of my paycheck for medical bills that i never received proper notice for, trying to make ends meet, the house in forclosure, ALL of this has me doing alot of thinking about moving.

i spoke with a  housing counselor friday and i’m also looking at a new property this next week.  it’s smaller than what i currently have, but i don’t have a neighbor next store, per say and it’s in a town that’s not quite so antiquated when it comes to animals.

it would be a tight fit, that’s for sure, loosing 25o square feet, and all, but there’s a large storage unit that could be converted into housing for the cats, and altho there’s less yard, the smaller yard means less work for me and it’s not in a stupid HOA where if you have a weed in your yard, people complain.

there’s no doubt it needs alot of work too, but the great thing is i happen to have a posse of single ladies for friends who would probably help out.  phew!  so in the next few weeks i’ll be making a very hard decision.

sometimes you have to let go of an old dream to find a new one.  at one time this home was mine.  maybe it’s not anymore.


Scared Lit’l Kitty


meet little clementine.  even tho it’s hard to tell in this picture, she is one scared little kitty.  i wish i had taken a picture earlier when the light was out so i didn’t have to use a flash, but with the flash it’s hard to see the actual expression on her face.

i don’t know what was done to clementine prior to arriving here, but it must not have been nice.  she will not allow me to approach her at all and constantly hisses at me and growls.  she appears very scared.  and let me also state here, prior to her arriving her she didn’t even really have a name.  the little one spent a whole year without a proper name!

the mother of the child this little one allegedly belonged to, claims clementine shockingly “changed” around 6 months.  according to the mother, the kitten got her leg broken in a treadmill and was in a cast for two months.  (the cast went on when clementine was about 4 months and came off at about 6 months).    allegedly, when the cast came off, this little girl was no longer a sweet loving kitten that she was when she was younger, and that’s when they began letting her go out, hunt, and pretty much do whatever she wants…so they say.  oh and she hasn’t been spayed either.   grrrrrrr.

it’s apparent this little girl is scared, she managed to get herself into a box on the a shelf up high in the room where she’s isolated, and i tried to very gently bring her down and when i tried to let her sniff my hand, that’s when she responded with her claws.


granted, with as scared as she was, i had no business trying to approach her with my hand!  i am wondering just how long it will take before she will trust me.  poor little girl!

Clementine arrived just two days ago, and tonight i’ve started a chipin for $50 to help us cover the costs we’ve got coming up, not to mention food which is the most urgent we need right now.  Please help if you can!  a little goes a long way!

meanwhile, i will be posting more about clementine in the coming weeks, along with my opinion about adopting animals for little kids!!!   😦