JuJu has started sleeping in the bed with me. I love it, and it doesn't seem to bother Luke. Most mornings I think JuJu would stay in bed until noon if she could convince me to stay put - she and Luke both adore their fleece blankets!
However, this morning she had an upset tummy, either from eating something rancid outside, too much pine straw, or some of those kitty litter-sprinkled treats, whose containers I've tried to block off completely.
I found her staring at me, looking just as confused as I probably looked! Did she jump the gate? Surely I would have heard that ungraceful landing....
Later this morning, though, I caught her halfway through the kitty cat door! My camera was out of reach, so I only captured her looking longingly like a locked-up prisoner.
Yes, she is THAT lithe and limber. The fluff is an illusion.
Luke must like the shampoo I used during JuJu's bath! He's rubbing his face in her hair the way he does with mine after I come home from the salon! The soundtrack is from the show I was watching on Netflix, so it is definitely not the way I imagine Luke's voice would sound. However, I thought the timing of the phrasing was ironically appropriate!
I had to run into the post office today to mail a package. JuJu wasn't with me, and I didn't want to stand in the long line since I already had postage. The sign made me wonder, though, if the post office truly means only guide dogs for the blind are permitted inside or if the sign is misleading:
I found this on the website for the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA):
6. Q: My county health department has told me that only a guide dog has to be admitted. If I follow those regulations, am I violating the ADA?
A: Yes, if you refuse to admit any other type of service animal on the basis of local health department regulations or other state or local laws. The ADA provides greater protection for individuals with disabilities and so it takes priority over the local or state laws or regulations.
When a disability is not blatantly obvious like when a person is in a wheelchair or is blind, the waters get murky. I've been fortunate thus far that no one has questioned why I bring JuJu with me into stores. Whenever possible, such as when I know I'm going to my office or a yoga studio, I ask ahead of time to make sure the establishment is comfortable with me bringing her. I like to be as conscientious and considerate as I can be. When it's someplace new or impersonal, like the grocery store, I simply try to look more confident than I'm feeling so that JuJu will pick up on my confidence.
For more frequently asked questions regarding the ADA and service dogs, this is a great site to visit: https://www.ada.gov/archive/qasrvc.htm
Happy birthday to the man who dreamed up Freedom Fidos, the organization through which I got matched with JuJu!
While Matt and Kristine ate steaks and red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting (Matt's favorite!), JuJu and I went to PIlates class and remembered to get a picture this time! JuJu loves to give kisses!
Thanks to Theresa of Pride Physique Pilates and Physical Therapy in Sandy Springs for capturing this shot!
For the Fourth of July, Mommy and I go-ed to play with Jenny's dad, Ogilvy, and Urban-Dingo! Can you beleeve Zoë hadn't had a bath since November?! And that was when Jenny could fit her in the laundree room sink! I showed her how it is done and how good that water and snuggles feel!
When people ask if service dogs ever get to let loose and be dogs, this is what we did after bathtime! :
And then after we got sooooo tyerd, Jenny and her dad listened to "Capitol Steps" on the radio and laffed so hard! They eated pizza and played Scrabble while Zoë napped like this! She looked so comfee. Until the fireworks started. Then she barked and barked like crazee. I just snuggled with mommy!
Luke here: Resident security cat, first critter. top of the pecking order, king of the premises
Time for the cat to speak up. At the moment laryngitis dampens my meows and hisses, so I believe I shall dabble in writing. My grammar and spelling certainly make JuJu's laughable in comparison!
(For those of you concerned, the laryngitis comes from a sore throat caused by a tube going down my throat during an ultrasound last week. All is well, though, and the resulting underbelly haircut certainly feels cooler in this absurd heat.
In the three weeks since JuJu has moved in, here are some insights I have gleaned:
10. The French doors to the backyard DO open. However, while Princess JuJu might have outdoor privileges, these have not been extended to me. Even though we all know I'm Luke, the wild kitty!
9. (Actually, I don't mind too much. I've never been a wild kitty, so I don't put up too much of a struggle when Jenny grabs me as I attempt to slide through an opening. The indignant persona is mostly an act. I just wish the outside heat would dampen enough that Jenny would open the windows again. I love observing the world and catching the breeze from my perches during "open window time.")
8. Why does the dog insist upon invading my litter box? I pride myself on hygiene and make sure to cover up any deposits I make. Why does she want to go eat them? She's certainly not as fast of a learner as I am; I mean, does she not think Jenny is going to find out? JuJu might be stealthy in sneaking access to the litter boxes, but when she wakes Mom up at 3:30 or won't touch her breakfast, it's pretty darn obvious. And her vomit? Not appealing in the least.
7. Dog food tastes scrumptious! Plus, I'm allowed to eat from her bowl, but she's not allowed to touch my food.
6. When Jenny leaves both of us in the apartment, she still leaves me a treasure hunt of treats to find. JuJu does not get a scavenger hunt.
5. JuJu ends up in time out quite frequently. Yesterday, I think the count hit a record high of six times. Even though she has all sorts of teething chew toys, she still prefers socks, flip flops, pieces of paper, and, of course, the litter box. I never get time out.
4. JuJu started sleeping on the bed a few nights ago, but I am the only one allowed on (or in!) any other furniture. So I can sit high and reign above my subjects.
3. I fit in all the spaces where the vents release air conditioning. JuJu doesn't.
2. Unlike Zoê, my urban-dingo-dog sister at Jenny's parents house, JuJu leaves me alone.
1. I can hiss and swat at her whenever I feel grumpy, and everyone assumes she provoked me. I can act as indignant as I want without repercussions.
Overall, this transition has gone much more smoothly than Jenny worried it would.
Mommy taked me to a new place today! I is really good at being chill, zen, yoga dog! I love shavasina (if you don't know that word, from what I can figure, it means peaceful nap-time with no other puppies trying to wrestle or chew on you!).
I stayed on my blanket and snoozed the whole time. Sometimes Mommy would go upside down and kiss me. I will try to get better piktures next time! These two piktures are from before Mommy breaked her back and had to lurn to be more careful.
But I wanted to show you what she loves to do!
Hi Freedom Fidos Family,
I has been living with my Mommy and Luke for THREE WEEKS exactly!
In those three weeks, I have gone to...
- Yoga classes at Soulful Yoga and SUP
- Pilates class
- Two chiropractor entrainment sessions with Dr. Georgia
- Publix and Sprouts (two grocery stores!)
- The lobby of a really big hotel to meet Gingy's friend from college
- Workshops at two different elementary schools
- Tutoring sessions
I have conquered my fears of:
- Getting in the car
I have only chewed up:
- One shoe
- One flip flip
- One power cord
I still am scared of:
- Noises upstairs
- Rolling carts and moving conveyer belts
- How spooky stationary cars look after dark
- My reflection. Especially in dark windows.
I'm not sure about...
- How to get Luke to like me better
- What Zoë wants me to do when she's trying to play?
- Why Luke's litter box is so tempting but makes my tummy hurt so much
Mommy says she's the luckiest girl in the world, and I have to tell her, I think I am!!!
Thank you to everyone at Freedom Fidos for matching me with my Mama!!!
Dreams do come true!
I put JuJu in her crate last night, and she talked and talked (not whining, just talking) until I let her out. Luke had stayed at my parents' house the other night because he had to be at the vet for an ultrasound at 7:30 in the morning. That night I let her sleep on my bed. Having her presence and heartbeat next to me feels incredible.
I've wanted her to sleep with me since day one, and I've been worried about Luke's reaction, which is why she's been sleeping in her crate.
However, I woke up this morning in the middle of my bed with JuJu and Luke curled up and snuggling on either side of me!!! (Of course, I woke up because I had to pee, which meant I didn't get to savor the moment as much as I wanted to. Hopefully tomorrow?
JuJu is a seven-month-old standard poodle service dog with the most expressive eyes, gentle paws, and desire to please! She is a Freedom Fidos task-trained medical service dog, and she is still navigating that balance of teething puppydom and service dog superstar status!