Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Moving to the Bay Area, I thought for sure the day care options would be plentiful. Boy was I wrong. Well, that's not true. I did find plenty of day care providers, but most of them had hours from 8am to 5pm so they weren't options for me. Where are these jobs that only require you to be there from 8:30 to 4:30 because that sounds fantastic! Once I sorted through the day care options that had business hours that actually fit into a more normal working schedule that left us with two options. That's right - two. One day care was less than a mile from my office, the other was 15 minutes away, on the freeway, in the next city over.
Of course, my first choice was the place near my office! I called, no one answered, so I left a message. I called again, no one answered, so I left another message. And never heard back. So... there we were with one option left. I called and spoke with one of the women at the center, and explained to her Astrea's situation. She spent several minutes on the phone with me, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear that there were two other blind dogs that attended day care at this location and they had done wonderfully. Astrea went to day care the entire time we lived in Folsom, so in the grand scheme of things, I wasn't afraid that she wouldn't like it - I knew she would, my fear was the interview. In order to be accepted to go to the day care we had to go do an interview with one of the staff members and meet a few of the dogs. With literally no other options left, I made an appointment for an interview and hoped for the best. The day of the interview I took Astrea on a long walk. I wanted her to be a bit tired in hopes that she'd be too tired to do anything that may get us rejected. Then I gave her a quick brush so she wouldn't look like a wild ragamuffin dog and headed out. The whole way to the interview I was giving Astrea a pep talk - although I'm sure the pep talk was more for me.
I was worried for absolutely nothing. Astrea aced her interview. She walked into the center, sat nicely and said hi to the employees and then followed us to the interview room. I took her off her leash, she did a lap around the room and then jumped on the little bench and took a seat. She was totally unphased by our new location and the new lady in the room. When they brought in some other dogs to meet her, she barely reacted. Everyone did a little sniff, and then she sat and let them check her out. Astrea was almost bored by the interview process. Once the other dogs were returned to the pay area, the staff member that did our interview let us know that we passed and even called Astrea, "Impressive." I was so excited that Astrea got in, I took them up on the offer to let her stay for a couple hours to play, so she wouldn't be totally freaked out by her first full day there. When I went to pick her up she was so excited to see me, and had her happy face on the whole way home. Day care success!!
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
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Saturday, June 27, 2015
In the midst of reading profiles and reviews I sent one of my friends a message that said, "Omg. I'm interviewing a dog walker Saturday, I'm terrified. I'm definitely going to have to be a stay at home mom, because I think hiring day care will give me a stroke." I'm not kidding. This has been the most nerve wracking experience. When we lived in Folsom we were frequent visitors to the Doggie Daycare in the Petsmart Pet Hotel. That decision was so easy. We had taken puppy classes in one of their day care rooms and frequently spent time hanging out with the staff at the hotel. When it came time to leave Astrea for the first time we both knew so many of the staff members that there wasn't a moment of hesitation in leaving her behind. Couple that with the fact that I could drop by at any moment and see exactly what Astrea was doing by looking through the huge viewing windows and there was no real reason for me to be worried. This is completely different. This person is a total stranger. They will be coming into my house when I'm not here and taking my special needs dog out for a walk without me. Astrea cannot tell me if anything goes wrong. This is a complete leap of faith for me.
We started with an interview. Just one. Why just one? Because I only found one dog walker that was available for individual walks. Almost everyone else I came across picks up groups of dogs and takes them on long hikes or walks two or three dogs that live close by. Astrea is not a candidate for that. Astrea is an independent doggie and she does not want to follow anyone else's rules. She likes to go on her walk, but many days is happy just go to potty then relax on the grass. She's very easily distracted and would hate to leave any exciting scent behind. She's also not afraid to let you know that she's not a huge fan of strange dogs. So, that left us with one option.
The morning of the interview I took Astrea on a long walk in an effort to exhaust her and, hopefully, get some nervous energy out. Astrea was asleep when the dog walker arrived, but the second the she heard a knock on the door she was on guard. We were meeting not one walker, but two, the weekday walker and night/weekend walker. Astrea barked when I let them in, just to let them know who was in charge. They sat on the floor to let her check them out, and I knew pretty quickly how things were going to end.
Astrea LOVED the night and weekend walker. She was totally into him. Climbing in his lap, letting him pet her, and over all willing to do whatever he wanted. The weekday walker, the one I needed her to love, not so much. She would not stop barking at her. There was no real reason. The woman was doing everything right, but Astrea felt incredibly threatened by her. So, after a few more scratches and pets from the lovely night and weekend walker we got a few names for other dog walkers that do single dog walks and we sent them on their way. I was a little defeated that we weren't able to find a dog walker that day, but figured we would try another soon, or not.
A few day later, I came home at lunch to walk Astrea and saw a puppy on his first walk with his dog walker. I've never seen dog so terrified in my life. This poor puppy was trying desperately to get away from the walker. All its hair was standing up and he wanted nothing more than to be done with this walk. Astrea was extremely concerned. She heard the puppy's cries and would not leave until he calmed down. We talked to the dog walker a bit because I couldn't get Astrea to budge and she told me it was pretty typical for a first day with a dog walker. For the record, Astrea hunted down that puppy the next day, and it was doing much better. Not freaked out, still learning to walk on a leash, but much more relaxed. So even though I saw what a difference a day could make with a dog walker, I just couldn't imagine putting Astrea through that, not even once. I'm pretty sure she would be completely ruined. So...we continued with me coming home at lunch while we figured out our next move.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
First, let's start with what led to the break. I started this blog when I was in law school. After I passed the bar I looked for a job for many, many months. Finally, in October 2012 I interviewed for a job in San Francisco. They called me the next day and asked if I could start the next morning. So, with about 18 hours until I had to be at my new job I packed up Astrea and Ora and we moved back home. After a few months working in San Francisco I found a more permanent job in the East Bay. Trying to manage being a first year lawyer was more difficult than I anticipated and I couldn't keep up with finding things to write about. So after a few months of trying, I just kind of let things go here. I never forgot about the blog though. I occasionally posted on my facebook page, and kept thinking that someday I would get back here, so here I am.
So, you may be wondering about the name, well - that's what we're working with here - a blind dog and a toothless cat. How did that happen you ask? Well, let's start with the dog. Astrea was always a little different when it came to playing. Her all time favorite thing to do was chase shadows. We would spend hours in the grass while she chased the shadows of the birds visiting our neighbors feeders. It was cute and it made her happy, and I had no idea it could be an indication of a sight problem. In the summer of 2013, Astrea fell in the pool at my parents. And it happened more than once. It didn't even cross my mind that she may be having trouble seeing, I just assumed she wasn't paying attention. As the year progressed, around November, we noticed that at night she was starting to bump into things. Again, I really didn't think any of it. It's a big house, lots to see and hear, I just thought she was being clumsy. Then, she started to get apprehensive about going on her walks. I left early in the morning for work, so we would go on our walks at night. It was pretty clear she was having trouble seeing when it was dark so we started taking a flashlight, and even fashioned her a custom doggy headlamp! With the additional light she was on her way. By late January 2014, she was refusing to go on walks at night altogether. We went to the regular vet and he took a look in her eyes. He couldn't see anything scary - no injury, no growth - but he did notice that her eyes weren't dilating normally. Now that didn't surprise me. Her entire life Astrea had very large pupils that didn't seem to dilate normally, but it was never of any concern. She got around fine, loved to play, she had her little quirks (her love of chasing shadows, and hatred for looking up toward the sun) but I never had any inclination that her eyes were having any trouble. Since the regular vet didn't see anything that jumped out as wrong, he sent us to the ophthalmologist. The ophthalmologist would have much more powerful tool to really see into her eyes and figure out what was going on.
On Valentine's Day 2014, I took the day off work, we drove to Stockton and went for our appointment at the doggie eye doctor. It was really, really uneventful. He turned off all the lights, took a look in her eyes and within a few seconds said, "She's got retinal degeneration." That was it. Turned the lights back on and after a few minutes of discussion, we were on our way. Based on her age, she had probably been losing her eye sight since she was born. There's nothing we could do. Most people have no idea their dog is losing their eye sight until the night vision goes. Once the night vision goes, the rest of the vision is gone shortly after. It's been a little over a year now, and Miss Astrea is essentially blind. She does best during the day time because she can still perceive shadows a bit, but otherwise, she's relying on her other senses. It's definitely an adventure, but we're learning. I'm sure there will be many, many posts to come about Astrea's sight, or rather, lack thereof.
Toothless cat? Yup. This is actually old news. It was about two years ago that I first posted about the decision to pull Ora's remaining teeth. Not long after Ora came to live with us we discovered she was a sensitive girl. She had some skin issues and a few of her teeth were in bad shape. No matter how much we tried to manage her teeth and gums, her stomatitis was progressing quickly and the best thing for her comfort and health was to pull the teeth. It definitely has not slowed her down one bit. Ora is the queen of the neighborhood (a.k.a. neighborhood bully) and continues to be a master hunter. There have been some casualties, but luckily, her prey is often presented still alive and we've have many successful rescue missions. Pro tip - the easiest way to catch a lizard in the house is to throw a dish towel over it. It will stop running and you can scoop it up to release it outside. Ora still loves her dry food, and aside from the occasional treat, she refuses to eat wet food. She's gone for many a checkup, and her mouth looks great since having the teeth pulled. She's in great health and happy as a clam.
So that's where we are now. Even with a fairly recent new job, I finally have the time and energy to recommit to the blog and I'm ready to share our adventures with you! I hope you'll be with me in this new chapter!