9 months!

It's Emma's nine month birthday today! She is still a puppy and has only grown 10 pounds since we've had her. We brought out some of her old toys for her birthday and she is happily playing with her old de-fluffed rabbit.  Here are some pictures from her day at the dog park a couple of days ago.

Under is still good, duh. 

"My toy"... "No, MY toy!"

This other dog was also named Emma and is only 7 months old. 

Once Emma got the toy she dug a hole and put the toy in it. 

And then Emma also had to sit in the hole...

120 lb Rottweiler

Emma has been sick today. She wasn't feeling well to her tummy and was really struggling with her potty breaks. That's when I noticed she was bleeding... a lot. I immediately scheduled an appointment at the vet. Emma remembered her last time there and tried very hard to show me the door to leave. The vet tech came in and took her away to take a stool sample. The door shut behind them and next thing I knew I heard loud bangs, scratches of puppy nails on metal, and whining. After a few minutes of a loud struggle from behind the closed door, the vet tech and Emma reappeared. Emma made a mad dash for my legs.  The vet tech said once she tried to get the stool sample Emma turned from a 28 pound puppy to a 120 pound rottweiler! Emma did NOT like her messing around down there. Would you?

Emma stared at the door to leave the whole time, occasionally looking back at me to let me know that was the exit.

Next the vet came in and talked to me about her symptoms. They gave her a shot (which she also put up a mad struggle during) and tested her for parasites and other illnesses. The good news is that her tests came back A-OK. The vet thinks the bleeding is just secondary to her having diarrhea. We have two antibiotics to give her over the next couple of days and she should start to do better.

The hair left over from Emma's struggle with the vet and vet tech. She did NOT want a shot!

I am soooo thankful it wasn't something too serious. It was very startling to see Emma cause that much blood. It was also really hard seeing Emma struggle at the vet for the first time. Ah, it just breaks my heart. I wish she could understand that we were only allowing these things to happen to her in order for them to get fixed.

Nothing Stays the Same

After your first love is gone you find yourself feeling a little jaded. I guess Emma felt the same way about her new duck. At first we thought she couldn't tell the difference. She carried it everywhere with her. She'd bring it up on the couch or bed to cuddle with while she slept and always took it out of her toy bin first thing in the morning. But recently we started seeing a change in her. It began with tearing of the tags. Next thing I knew I found the new duck decapitated... da, da, daa. 

Poor Mr. Duck #2