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Jul 25, 2006

Big Brother

Big brother is moving from his condo in Stamford, CT to Manhattan. So today mom, dad, my girl and I all drove to Connecticut to help him box up his stuff. I got to hang out in his apartment and run around there. My girl packed some of my toys to bring with me and I played and played until I got all tuckered out and slept. Brother thought it was so cute that he had a little doggie in his apartment!

Jul 24, 2006


I have been slowly exploring the house and this is one of my favorite spots... it's in the kitchen where all the action is and I can see outside. I like to lay by the girl's shoes if she's not at home.

I really like my humans. Where are they? They should play with me all day.

Jul 23, 2006

He speaks!

The first photos my girl ever saw of me! It was love at first sight.

Today I am putting my best paw forward. I heard a rumor that Eskies are sometimes referred to as "Peskie Eskies," and I refuse to be subjected to such mockery.

I am taking chances... living dangerously. First I began to frolick outside, my leash an afterthought, the wind in my fur.

Later in the morning, while my girl was talking to me, I emitted a deep, low, throaty quasi-bark. It was so alien sounding from my unused vocal cords, she actually jumped. She thought she had hurt me, but the man laughed his big, wonderful laugh. I got so happy that, tiny curly tail wagging, I ran to the girl and offered up my paws in celebration, delighting her.

Later in the afternoon, fortified from lunch, a wonderous thing happened - I got a little squeak out of Kermie! Even the woman came to tell me "Wow, good boy!" Although I can't figure out how to do it again, I resolve to be a squeaking machine tomorrow.

The only rain on my parade is the matter of the stairs. There are four staircases in the house and one staircase outside. I just learned today how to go up the stairs from the yard to the deck myself - I got so much praise for that! But I just get so sad in the house when my three people leave a room and I am left at the bottom of the stairs... sigh. When I whimper, someone always comes to get me. Still, I hate to be so dependent. I am trying so hard, but it's quite a scary endeavor. Tonight I made it up one step before getting stuck.

I am feeling so much closer to my new family now. They love me so much... I know that I can pretty much get away with anything here. At first the woman didn't want to love me, but after three days, she's a goner. I have realized that the woman and the man are my new mom and dad. And I met brother and sister in law too, and they're cool! They live in the city about an hour away.

Tonight, instead of sleeping in my pen where I normally stay, I went and slept near my family, watching television on the sofa. I began a few feet away and inched closer and closer every half hour... until finally I found myself curled up underneath the man's legs, next to his feet. I felt so safe.

Jul 22, 2006

Was it something I didn't say?

The night was uneventful. My exhaustion made me sleep well... though I was vigilant in keeping one eye trained on the girl. She slept fitfully, watching me, often checking for signs that I was breathing. Strange, isn't it? At around 6 AM, I could bear holding my bladder no longer, and began to ever so softly cry. I immediately was ushered outside to relieve myself, then brought back in for more sleeping. Shortly thereafter I enjoyed a meal of kibble. I began to play a bit with Kermie inside of my large tile home. I know that it squeaks because the girl and the man use their handy opposable thumbs... I have not yet been able to navigate the squeak myself. But I shall persevere.
A travesty occurred in the afternoon, when I was crated and placed in the car again. We went to a place with a smell that I shall never forget... for I have smelled that odor twice before... while being snipped... and again when They planted the subcutaneous tracking device in my fur. Clearly I was frightened, though to their credit, the girl and the man comforted and calmed me. I received a thorough checkup, and then came... the needle. Sigh. I was perfectly still, but oh, it saddened me so that these seemingly kind individuals would subject me to this pain.

Home again we went. I felt a bit woozy and disoriented. The girl checked on me every few minutes. She's asked me several times if I am mute... she tells people on the phone that she badly wants to hear me bark. Also that I vacillate between a polar bear and fox-like appearance.

I am very confused about my pack. The girl handles me the most, gives me my food, takes me outside to use the facilities... but she is also slighter than the other two, with a high-pitched voice, and she seeks out opportunities to play. The man must be the pack leader though, with his large gentle hands and deeper voice. I am slowly winning the woman over... she will love and adore me in no time.

It was another long and trying day. I still have not uttered a peep.

I am feeling sleepy and so I am going to take a nap. Here I am, along with my crate (kept in the girl's room at night while I sleep), my towel (for comfort), and Kermie my squeaky toy.

Jul 21, 2006

A Place Called Home

After several hours and a layover in a plane (where I commiserated my fate with a Maltese lady beside me), followed by a long car ride, I have arrived at a place called home. At 9 weeks of age and 4 pounds of weight, I am frightened. Although the humans in my new home are exceedingly kind, this is a novel experience for me. I no longer am surrounded by the comfort and constant play of my mother and littermates.

My apparent human family consists of a man, a woman, and a girl. I know that the girl loves me very much already. When she first glimpsed me at the airport, through the bars of my crate, her eyes swam with tears. She cuddled me in the car and I slept, exhausted yet uneasy. The man was with her, and we met the woman at home. They, too, stroke and pet and reassure me that all will be well and that I will be happy here, marveling at how tiny and sweet I am. I have a large home of my own, an open pen on the cool tile with toys, though I have not yet dared to touch them.

Thus far, I am scared, confused, and mute. I am so meek and docile, the girl kisses me and whispers to me that she loves me. She has noted that I am very calm and extremely aware. I notice and watch everything. I have not been much of an explorer as of yet, and I am baffled by the length of material they have affixed to the nylon at my neck. I frequently am transported to the large stretch of grass to relieve myself. I am in my crate to sleep for the night, my personal den and safe haven, and the girl is watching me from her own bed, smiling and speaking softly in assuring tones. I am grateful for this.

Yet I remain uncertain of my fate.