Monday, November 30, 2009

Secretly ABUSED & TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF............

My dear friends, there is something very important, very sad that I must share with you guys. I know you (and MY rockie) would believe me, and you (and MY rockie) would understand the pain I've had to go through on a regular basis....

Most of you have known me for quite some time now, and my new friends could see from my recent posts that I am quite possessive of my EATABLES as my good friend Wally likes to call them. (I don't go after other dog's eatables, I don't even go near them when they are eating their eatables, so its only fair that I get the same in return.)

But I must tell you my dear friends that the truth is not always what it seems...on blogs at least....

Take yesterday as an example:

The following is an REENACTMENT of the actual events that occurred yesterday

One of mum's B-Day pressies was tickets to Disney on Ice - Worlds of Fantasy

The ice show was yesterday.

I always feel very very Very Very VERY sad when mum has to leave without me because afterall, I'm HER SuperDALE, I should accompany her wherever she goes.

Yesterday was no different, I was very very SuperSAD when I heard the words that I dread the most......

"Sunshade, STINKY, I'll be back!" (mum: I said "Jaffa"!)

Mum always gives us some sort of "treat" before she abandons us. (I think it just makes her feel less guilty) It could be a chewy, a bone, or anything really.

In yesterday's case, she left us each with a piece of these,

However, usually by this time, my depression hits rock bottom to which I could careless about treats or bones or chewies. At one point in the past, everytime I saw mum take out a chewy/bone I would stare right into mum's eyes with a SuperSAD, panicky look because I knew she was gonna leave me. Needless to say, I never touched the treats left for me.

(mum: Sunshade doesn't destroy things, or whine/cry, she just has a sad look in her eyes that can break hearts. I had to start giving her lots of chewies/bones while I was home to break that association of chewies/bones = me being gone or leaving her.)

This was the scene before mum left yesterday, well, sort of,

STINKY had his cheese un-wrapped for him, because... hmmmm.....he did eat a whole 240 tab bottle of Advil pills,

Whereas I, being the SuperDALE with a SuperBRAIN,

had my piece still wrapped in the wrapper.

Now, the following events took place *after* mum had left,

I watched mum leave,

I waited by the back door hoping that mum would be back in just a minute....

By this time, STINKY had already finished his piece of cheese.

I waited on my bed (with MY rockie), praying that mum wouldn't take too long,

I waited by the side door in case mum came back from the side door.....

I was worried about mum, who was gonna protect MY mum??

My mind was occupied with all sorts of scary thoughts about bad things happening to MY mum. Who was gonna protect MY mum from other dogs jumping on her??
Who was gonna protect MY mum when other dogs try to get affection from her and smear their disgusting slobber all over her??
Who was gonna protect MY mum when drunk people were around??

While I was so SuperSAD and SuperWORRIED about MY mum, this was what was happening at the same time,

Remember, MY piece was the one WITH the wrapper, not STINKY's,

Then this happened, while I was still being worried,

And then ....surprise...


MY cheese all gone....

STINKY smirked,

He left evidence on his beard,

I thought that was good evidence that I could show mum when she came back you know?

I mean, just because I was too sad and left MY cheese untouched, it still didn't give him the right to take MY eatable!


When mum finally came home gazillion light years later, I started talking to her about how the table got COMPLETELY turned when she was out and told her to check out STINKY's beard if she didn't believe me.

But she never listened.

She just put my head in a head lock and rubbed my ears between her legs knowing fully well that, I can't really talk clearly when she rubs my ears. After that, she did the same thing with STINKY while calling out his full name - "Jaffa NO BITE" at the same time.

(mum: usually when I come home, I get Sunshade between my legs rubbing/sneezing/making a bunch of Sunshade Noises , while Jaffa landsharking my hands, pants, *ahem* ..bum and rubbing his head against my leg all at the same time.)

I even tried to tell mum that if I had eaten MY cheese, this is what she would have expected to see,

And she would have expected to find this lying around somewhere,

(yes, because a smart gurrrrl like me knows what's edible, what's not)

But did she find the wrapper when she came home yesterday?


(mum: I totally forgot that I should look for the plastic wrapper when I came home yesterday... Bad mummy..)

She said I was making "Sunshade Noises", when I was trying to tell her what had happened!!!!

So this morning, when I saw this on the table,

I got myself ready before our walk,

My mind was set,

I was determined (yes, with the Airedale determination) to find EVIDENCE to prove to mum what STINKY is actually like when she's gone!

Mum asked me why I was bringing a camera to me and STINKY's walk,

I told her that we should just get moving,

and she will soon find out...!!!

Off I went,



Evidence all bagged and ready to be examined!

Mum finally believed me this time because....... yes, she pulled the plastic wrapper out of STINKY's bum hole when he went poo.

(Please note: we did a test with STINKY while we were reenacting. He will lick but will not eat an empty wrapper. However, if the cheese was still well wrapped in the wrapper like how it was left for me yesterday, he would try to chew and swallow the entire thing. Like I said, my SuperBRAIN is a little different than his.)

Oh and I almost forgot to mention, yesterday after mum came home, while she was giving us some lovin' (I was trying to "talk" don't forget), STINKY squatted beside me and mum.


Mum saw that and SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMED. It startled STINKY (and me and the entire neighbourhood), so he stopped squatting. Mum took him out to MY yard right away, and guess what?

His bum hole EXPLODED! Not once, but TWICE!!!!

That's one too many cheese I say - another piece of EVIDENCE of the abuse behind mum's back.

Note to mum:

Dear mum,

I hope you understand by now how much pain and abuse I have been through all those times that you abandoned me. I hope you now know how many millions of times I have been taken advantage of by STINKY while you were gone.

I would also like you to understand how hurtful and frustrating (yes, that's a frustrated face)

it is when I try to tell you about what STINKY had done (like stealing your Tim Horton's bagel off the kitchen counter and eating it all WITHOUT SHARING), that you don't seem to listen.

So I hope in the future, when I tell you STINKY had eaten both of the short rib pieces you had left us,

that you would believe me. Because if I had eaten it, you would have seen this,

NOT this, (as in nothing left)

I hope in the future, you will not leave me and STINKY alone, and take me with you WHEREVER you go.

Your Dogter Sunshade

(mum: Sunshade sometimes gets VERY sad when I have to leave her alone. She is very bonded to me, to the point where she becomes a whole different dog when she's sad that I'm not around. She basically "shuts down". I remember couple years ago, a new doggie daycare opened up not too far away from where I live. It was a clean environment with different play areas so they could group dogs into suitable play groups. The staff there was great too. Jaffa has always loved (still loves) to play with dogs. He would pick playing with dogs over anything. So I thought I would let him go to the new doggie daycare couple days a week. I decided to let Sunshade go too to hopefully make some friends because she didn't pay much attention to dogs anymore.

Two hours after dropping Sunshade and Jaffa off at the daycare, I got a call from the daycare staff. She told me on the phone that she felt it was best for me to pick Sunshade up because Sunshade had curled up in a corner with her head towards the corner for the last two hours. She said she tried to tempt Sunshade with baby voices, lots of pets, treats to get her out of the corner. Unfortunately, Sunshade ignored the treats, never acknowledged the petting/high pitch happy voices. She also tried putting different dogs in with Sunshade to see if they could bring her out of the corner. Some dogs apparently started barking and nipping at her in an attempt to get her to play, but she just took the barking and the nipping and stayed in the corner. The normal Sunshade would NOT have taken dogs being disrespectful. The daycare staff eventually had to separate the playful dogs from Sunshade because they wouldn't leave her alone, and she wouldn't tell them off. They tried putting Jaffa in with her, but she ignored him too and he wanted to play with dogs in the other play area LOL.

After hearing all that, I got in my car as fast as I could and arrived at the day care few minutes later. I remember feeling so guilty and horrible about what I had put her through in the last two hours. Upon walking in the daycare, sure enough, I spotted Sunshade all curled up in the far corner of one of the play areas. I called her name, and as soon as she heard my voice, she sprung to her feet and came running towards the gate. She couldn't wait for the play area gate to be open and was vocalizing her excitement excessively. When a young dog jumped the gate to get to me and proceeded to jumping all over me, Sunshade rushed over, put herself in between and kept the young bouncy dog away. The daycare staff commented "wow...she is a complete different dog from 2 minutes ago!"

It was deemed then that daycare situation was more stressful than good for Sunshade. Jaffa continued going until I was advised to not continue take him to the doggie daycare as it would worsen his dog obsession.)


Teddy said...

Poor Miss Sunshade,
You really expressed your suffering well. That was real abuse on the part of Jaffa taking your cheese then trying to squat in your house afterwards. I hope he can learn how to show you more respect!

My mom is nervous about leaving me alone too. Moms and doggies should never be separated, that's just the way it's supposed to be!


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TwoSpecialWires said...

We read every word of this account, and studied every picture in detail. We're new around here ... sort of ... new, anyhow, during your hiatus. And now we know we've got some serious catching up to do. We were transfixed to your post. We totally "get" the whole separation stuff. And it does our hearts good to know your moma gets it too. You are our kind of family.

Happy all seems well now. You earned an extra slice of cheese after this post. Tell you moma we said so.

Jake and Fergi xxoo

Noah the Airedale said...

Goodness Sunshade, we're sorry that you had to go through all that. It must be so distressing for you. We must say though, you are very clever to be able to unwrap the cheese from the plastic wrap.

Sunshade's mummy, does this mean you can't go on holidays without Sunshade? She wouldnt do well in a kennel would she?

We often go to kennels because my pinkies are selfish and like to go overseas without us.

ps. thanks for the info on the treat machine.

Scruffy, Lacie and Stanley's Place said...

Oh Sunshade...oh must really really love your mom...

(Lacie scratches her head thoughtfully and begins to twirl a piece of her fur between her um fingers...ok...paws...)

I mean, we sorta miss Mumsie when she's gone, but well...THAT'S WHEN WE CAN DO BAD STUFF...

So you go like comatose? That's impressive...maybe ur meditatin' like Mango?

As for Stinky turnin' into a Landshark when your mom comes home? Um...that's JUST what Stan does...he goes nutso...and he howls and howls and howls...and talks in that Airedaleese...

You Dales are a rare breed...yep...

Now, Sunshade..I have posted some wisdom shared by Miss Enid..."Eric, Square Dog's" Wheelie...if you've never been to Eric's bloggie...stop's a hoot...he live in London...

But you might be entertained by the well as my own list of:

Dating Rules for Boyz...

Kisses dear girl...and my total love to Stinky!!


Joe Stains said...

I always enjoy a good drama queen story because I am proud that I am one of them, just like Sunshade. We are also VERY smart detectives, we have SO much in common!!

Lorenza said...

Hi, Sunshade!
Jaffa is a rascal!
And you showed to your Mom the evidence!
Glad you Mom went to rescue you from that place! I know how much you love to be with her!
Kisses and hugs

Duke said...

What a shame that you got hosed out of your piece of cheese, Sunshade! Jaffa needs to learn to show more respect!
You do the fake sneezy thing too? Me too!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

Dexter said...

Good thing the poop detective was on duty to find the evidence of that dopey Jaffa eating your cheese. Although I would have done the same thing. Too much work to unwrap for me.

I am sorry you get lonely. I am the same way. If Master lets me out when momma has abandonded me sometimes I will not come in no matter what the weather, but just stare at the garage waiting for her car.

I used to go to daycare, but I'm with you. Too many cracker dogs all running around. No fun! When I went I spent most of my time cuddling with the humans. PeeWee, on the other hand... no loyalty, I swear.


Inky and Molly said...

Oh Shunshade, I know, being left alone is dreadful. I, the Mighty Moll, like to howl and howl. She can still hear me a few blocks down the street and more often than not decides to come back straight away (she says she doesn't want the neighbours to complain). We have her trained to generally not leave us alone (she works from home, we insisted) but sometimes she still does. How dare they leave us alone??
Don't they know how lucky they are to have us? And how would they want to waste any time not having spent it with us? After all we are black & tan angels that descended from a higher sphere they should feel honoured to be have us and should not want to leave our sides.
About the cheese thing, that stuff looks no good, especially not being plastic wrapped. Just as well it came out.
I once had to be cut open because something wouldn't come out...
Love, Molly

wally said...

Miss Sunshade,

When will your mom learn. You know best when it comes to the dastardly deeds of the Stinky. I live with two Stinkys and I always have to rat them out.

Work those sad eyes!

wally t.

ps. I have a little bit of a mom obsession, too, though I'm generally ok if I have another dog home w/me. When me and my mom first moved I had awful separation anxiety--like I would escape from the house to find her. I'm better now but my brudder is kinda funny about it too. If he's out w/her and she gets too far away he screams like a little girl! Sometimes we just need our mom, you know?

Buster the Wired Fox Terror said...

Heya Sunshie - I have still never looked at Stinky's bloggie and I never will.

Bussie Kissies