Coco Remains – Simon Enters – I Was Very Bad.

Coco Remains

Well, Coco’s adoption with Sarah is not going to happen.  Instead of rehashing and retyping the reasons, I’ll paste my email to her and her email back to me.

Mine to her:

 

Good Morning Sarah!
 
I have to write to you this morning.  I have some new previously unknown information about Coco and I want to tell you now beforehand so you can mull it over and decide if you still want to adopt him.  I wouldn’t feel good if I didn’t tell you.
 

We have some new issues involving Coco I was NOT aware of until just this week.  I am unsure after I email you today if you are going to want to take Coco after all.  As you know, since we’ve had Coco, my husband, Brian been home with him because of his knee problem.  So Coco has never really been left alone in the house for any real length of time.  Maybe an hour or so while we go out to eat or run errands. 
 
Since you have stated you crate Bear overnight and had hoped to do the same with Coco, I started trying to crate him in advance of you taking him so he’d get used to it.  However, that’s not going to happen.  Coco literally screams and panics the entire time he’s in a crate.  He panics so much he hurts himself.  He even turned the crate over on himself.  He chews the metal bars and the last time he lost a tooth and his paws were bloody.  I had to stop trying.  He just cannot be crated.
 
That’s not even the worst of it I’m afraid.  This past week I’ve been on vacation.  We were supposed to be headed to North Carolina but had to cancel because of lack of dog sitters (my friend who usually does it had to work that week and the other friend was away) and we couldn’t afford the trip PLUS the costs of having someone come in and take care of the dogs while we were away. 
 
Any way, Brian and I decided to take off and we headed to Water Country up in Portsmouth for the day.  We shut all the dogs into our living room with the AC running because we knew it was going to get warm.  We left here at 10:00 AM and returned home by 5:30 PM. 
 
OMG when we came home…Coco evidently cannot even be shut in a room!  He chewed the woodwork around the door, he chewed the door, he chewed a hole in a screen AND knocked over plants.  Let’s just say my living room looked like a war zone.  I have a very strong feeling now THIS is part of the reason Coco was left at the pound, along with his bad potty habits, which have gotten a lot better (coco’s magic potty number is 5 – meaning he has to be taken out 5 times a day in order for him not to make mistakes in the house).  I also now KNOW that he probably spent a good majority of his time locked inside a crate from his previous 2 owners.  Makes me so mad they’ve ruined him for crating or being left in a room!!!
 
Funny aside, I sometimes gate them off in the kitchen when we run out to do an errand.  Coco has learned how to climb over the gate now too!  I had to laugh at this part.  He’s quite the little minx.
 
Soooo, now you know why I have to now pass this new information onto you.  You’re in a brand new condo and I couldn’t not tell you, it wouldn’t be fair to you or Coco. 
 
Bah!  So in closing, I don’t know what you want to do now.  I’ve attached pictures of the damage to this email (and a new picture of Coco, the Anxious).  Sarah, please don’t feel badly if you decide now that you do not want to adopt Coco, I can’t say I blame you at all.  He’s going to really need someone who is home with him most of the time.  I’m not sure how to break him of this because I’ve never had to deal with a dog with so many anxiety issues.  Usually crating is the solution, but it isn’t feasible with him.  Not unless you want to take him into the vet every time you have to crate him.
 
I get so mad at people!  When we were at Water Country some idiot left their poodle inside a small crate underneath a tree at the park in front of their car!  Poor little guy had no water and was scared as hell.  I stayed with him until the water park employees could get a police officer there and/or find his owners.
 
Any way, please consider all of the above before you make a final decision.  As I said, I will not blame you at all if you change your mind.

Her Reply: 
Tamara,

Thank you for being up front and honest. I really appreciate it, it shows how
much you care for this loving dog. As much as I want it to work out, because I
love how Bear and Coco interacted I am afraid that it will not. During the
summer I am home, but once school starts I would be gone during the day and
could not have Coco be home alone for and extended period of time. Plus with
our new investment we have to keep it in good condition for resale. With
neighbors as well, Coco making all that noise could also be troublesome. I
really adored that little guy, but I do not feel that he would be the perfect
fit for our home. I hope you do not look badly against us. We have a routine
with Bear, he goes out to potty at night and when he come in e snuggles down in
his cage a goes to sleep. When we are gone during the day for any reason, Bear
lazes around the house until we get home. I was hoping to find him a companion
that could fit into his routine that he is comfortable with and unfortunately
Coco is not his match. Please keep us in mind if you ever get another chin that
would fit out home. We would love to open our hearts to the little guy. Let me
know if you ever want to have play dates with Bear, I am sure he would love the
company. : ) Thanks again for all your honesty. I hope we can stay in touch.

Sarah

Simon Enters

In addition, about 2-weeks ago I came home from work and as I was walking up my front stairs I heard a small mewing noise.  I thought I was hearing things but I walked around my house anyway, looking for where this noise was coming from.  Finally I heard it coming from underneath my porch.  I crawled on my belly to see what was going on and what do I find?  A tiny kitten, about 2 months old.  I pulled the lattice work off enough so I could get my arm through and pulled him out.  He’s definitely part Maine Coon and looks just like my beloved PC did at his age.

In anticipation of Coco going to his new home with Sarah, pre above emails, I decided to keep the kitten.  I knew I’d be so sad when Coco left as I’ve grown quite attached to him in the 5-months or so I’ve been fostering him.

So now I still have Coco, as well as the new kitten which I’ve named Simon.  I have pics of Simon at home, will post them tomorrow if I remember to email some to myself.

My house is literally a facking zoo now with 5 dogs and 2 cats.  Everyone who knows looks at me like I am totally nuts and says snide things.  Fuck it.

 

I Was A Very Bad Girl

Brian and I decided to go to Water Country up in Portsmouth, NH early last week.  As we pulled up I noticed a little white bichon frise (dog) in a carrier left underneath some trees!  Longer story short, I stayed with the little dog while workers called the police.  The owners were found and forced to bring the dog up the road a bit to a kennel.  Bah!!  Can you believe some people?  WTH is wrong with them?  No water was even left for that poor scared little guy.  Anyway, my good citizen reward was free entrance to the park for me and Brian and a loss of one towel which I had wet and used to cool the poor little guy down.

 Trouble started between Brian and I when we got home that night.  He was feeling amorous (yay! – so I thought) and then he confessed while we were in the wave pool earlier that day he caught a couple doing naughty things.  So it essentially worked out he got turned on by watching some dude, well, finger his girlfriend.  I got so frikken MAD at this!!!  It’s been 2-months of me trying everything to get him going and NOTHING!  Yet some strangers inappropriately getting amorous at a family water park gets him worked up.  I know, I know, I shouldn’t have gotten so mad but I did.  I then proceeded to throw some clothes into a bag, grab 2 of the dogs and I left.  I wound up driving all the way to WAAAAAAAY Northern Maine and staying there for the rest of the week with the dogs.  All I said to Brian was something along the lines of, "I am so fucking tired of this, since you want to live like roommates, you’ll get your wish."  I never called him those days I was away.  Needless to say when I returned 
things were rather cold.  I remained a bitch and when he asked where I was all week, all I would petulantly say is, "As your roommate, I do not owe you any explanations."  He was pissed and I took my well rested ass off to bed.  When I left this morning he apologized and said we need to talk tonight.  Hmph.