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Getting Finley - Angelina's Guest Post

Adventures, Doggies, Love It, PetsAngelina OberdanComment

In early November 2012, I rescued Finley Aloysius Oberdan from a shelter in rural South Carolina.

It all started a few months before: when Dan moved to Charlotte in May, Layla was devastated. Despite seeing Dan almost every weekend, she actually threw up after every visit. I am not kidding. I had to call the vet, who convinced me that dogs don’t get eating disorders. (Only cats are that stubborn of pets.) Anyway, Layla was also just about four years old, so she had also started losing that puppy energy, both her ears were finally standing up, and I suddenly had a smart, sad, and adult dog.

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The obvious way to cope, both for me and Layla, was to consider a puppy. Okay, I did try the obvious things, like regularly walking around the neighborhood, taking her on hikes in new places, but those were really part of our regular routine, so they didn’t help much.

Let me just say that it’s really difficult to think about getting a puppy without getting one; once I started thinking, I started looking, and they are so freakin’ cute. So like the meticulous choice-maker I try to be (ha!), I started running all of the cons through my head, and eventually, there weren’t enough. House and crate training and all of the chewing didn’t seem like much of a big deal in exchange for a cute, smooshy, bundle of puppy-breath and kisses.

And then I downloaded the Petfinder App (bad idea), and started searching for Carolina Dog puppies. Of course, they’re not always correctly labeled or they’re labeled incorrectly, etc., but I thought I knew enough to be able to identify one: great ears, fishhook tail, thicker chest, high belly.

I found two locally; I thought about them both for about a week. I remember that I travelled to the Clemson-Duke football game with my amazing friend and colleague, Ashley Cowden, and the football team, per Dabo’s request. (Okay, Ashley was per Dabo’s request, and she brought me.) I found both pups on one of those bus rides: there was a female in Greenville, SC and a male in Seneca, SC. I thought about them for the week after the football game, until Dan came back down to visit.

Okay, I did sneak to Petsmart and buy the most adorable collar with sweet little flowers on it because I wanted another female puppy. My only reasoning was that I’d never owned a male dog or cat (potentially I had a male goldfish once); I was comfortable with females. I also bought a crate, and put it in the back closet so that maybe I would forget I was so committed to getting a puppy.

So Dan came in, and we talked about the puppy, but I’m not sure he listened. I told him, while running, that if I got a male puppy I would name him Finley after Chuck Finley, the alter-ego of Sam, my favorite down-on-his-luck spy from Burn Notice (played by Bruce Campbell). Chuck Finley was super suave, but Sam was sort of a messy, drinking, ole sweetheart; it seemed like the perfect name for a dog. I didn’t have any good female names picked out, but that sweet collar with flowers on it was still tucked in my glovebox. Anyway, before Dan left, we were sitting at our favorite frozen yogurt place, and I looked at Dan, and said something like, “Look, this is happening. I’m getting a puppy. If you want to have some input, this is your chance.”

Dan’s only comment was, “It’s hard to have two females. Get the male.”

I agreed; that was fine. I decided I would go “look” at the puppy, not necessary get him, after work on Tuesday; I spent Monday thinking about it and then cut out of my office hours early on Tuesday and headed straight to the shelter. It was way out in the country, where the roads are basically gravel, where most of the gas stations are shut up now.

When I got there, we went out to the big dog pen in back; I just wanted to look—they didn’t have to get him out for me. However, all of the other puppies keep jumping over the little guy I wanted to see, so the volunteer had to let him out.

And then he smothered me in kisses.

I don’t even like dog kisses, but this guy was so adorable. He was pretty clearly a Carolina dog mix, and his face was stark white and his eyes were killer cute. And I drowned in his kisses. That was it; it was over. I adopted him.

So here’s the best part of the story. I had to return the flowery collar I got him/her, so we went straight to Petsmart. Before we even walked in the door, a little old lady who was walking out of Petsmart got down on her knees to pet him. On her knees on the sidewalk! She started telling me about how she’d lost her old dog a year ago, and wanted a puppy.

And then she asked if she could buy Finley! That’s how stinkin’ cute he was.

Of course, I said, "No way." I had just adopted him after all! And that was that; Finley was mine. 


So Fin's Worst Week

Adventures, Charlotte NC, Doggies, Hate It, PetsLayla 2 Comments

So Finley had a pretty rough week last week, and I'm going to tell you all about it. 

Please remember that I am not a vet; the only thing I know I heard from my mom, who is not a vet either. 

Here's what happened. 

So Friday, Fin had a pretty bad case of baboon-butt as we call it; in other works, his anal glands needed to be expressed. Gross. 

My mom took him to the vet on Saturday morning, and they did it. No big deal, but I'm glad I wasn't there. I'm also glad that we spent the rest of the day on Saturday playing at Pet Palooza and sleeping at Triple C Brewing. 

And on Sunday, we got to go on a run with our mom, take baths, and snuggle up on the couch. 

But by Tuesday, Fin still had the baboon-butt, so my mom took him back into the vet on Wednesday morning. I got to ride with him, and it was bad. 

When the vet looked at his butt, he screamed and peed on the vet tech. So the vet decided to put him under; we had to leave without him! I had to spend the whole rest of the day by myself! 

Let's just say that his day was worse than mine. They had to lacerate his anal gland, which was hard and the size of a ping-pong ball, and they had to do some biopsies. He was feeling pretty pathetic afterwards. 

By Friday, he was pretty much back to his old self... he ate some bones, and slept on Momma's head, and even read some good literature in the garden. 

So here's the deal: we still don't know what was wrong. Hopefully this was all just a very bad infection, but it might be worse. 

Keep Finley in your thoughts for a few more days! He gets his stitches out on Saturday! 


Sometimes My Mom Stacks Treats On Me

DIY, DIY for Doggies, Doggies, Love It, LaylatudeLayla Comment

 

Okay, you know you've see those dogs with treats stacked on their noses... well, we're not that good. 

But we are pretty good at getting treats stacked on our paws! 

(I'm better than Finley obviously.) 


While this looks like torture, it's actually a lot of fun because we really do get to eat the treats eventually! 

My mom would like me to add that it's a super useful trick if you want to teach your dog to not pose with treats or to not eat everything you drop on the floor. You can learn how to do it here. 

Also, it's a great party trick for the holidays! 


Lenny Boy Brewery Review

Adventures, Charlotte NC, Doggies, Layla Reviews, Love It, Laylatude, PetsAngelina OberdanComment

On of our new favorite places in Charlotte is Lenny Boy Brewing Co. Not only do they serve beer and kombucha, but they are also really dog friendly! 

On the way to Lenny Boy for the first time, Fin was like, "Where are we goin'?" 

On the way to Lenny Boy for the first time, Fin was like, "Where are we goin'?" 

{WAG ONE}

The bar is easily accessible. And if you're a good and polite dog, you don't have to stay on your leash the whole time. 

{WAG TWO} 

Lenny Boy is not outside, so you don't get wet, and the floor are a lot comfier than gravel. We get a lot of pets there, but also a lot of snoozes. 

{WAG THREE} 

We make faces like these so that we can get more pets! 

So basically, we love Lenny Boy! 

On the way home, I'm like, "Yey! Lenny Boy Brewing rocks!" 

On the way home, I'm like, "Yey! Lenny Boy Brewing rocks!"