April 18, 2021
Hi, Heidi here!
Wanted to get in touch again.
A very important appointment was three weeks ago, my follow-up appointment with the doctor who was supposed to operate on me. My owner and mistress were so worried beforehand, wondering what the doctor would say about me. We've been practicing hard: underwater treadmill, special exercises, and I've even added special ingredients to my food, and what can I say? The doctor is extremely pleased with me!!! Yippeeeeeeee.
My gait has improved; I'll probably always have a typical Heidi gait. I don't mind it; it's my trademark, guaranteed to be instantly recognizable. I've also built muscle, and of course, there's still a lot more to do. The motto now is to keep going, and the next check-up is in 4-5 months.
I've settled in well here. I've had various jobs, some of which I found myself, and one that was forced upon me.
I myself searched for:
Chase away the neighbor's cat, bark at the neighbor's dog, Amy, the stupid nut, decimate mice behind the house
The eye-catcher is:
I'm a fashion model. I didn't even know there was a job like that for dogs. They dress me up and take photos. Luckily, I've already learned to "stay." The job isn't bad, not strenuous, and I always get praise or treats. I've also become friends with this thing on my nose. It's not so bad after all.
In summary:
I love my doctor, he always has good news for me
As soon as I'm in Vogue, I'll let you know
I will keep you updated, your overjoyed Heidi
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March 13, 2021
Hi, Heidi here!
There is news I absolutely have to tell you.
In January, we went to the doctor about my hip. Well, not just any doctor, but the chief surgeon of a large, renowned hospital here. I, Heidi Heidi, was the boss, yes! No longer just one of the five people from the stairwell, no, I'm now a VID (you know that VIP).
The doctor was really nice and friendly, so I stayed completely still while he kneaded me. He looked at my x-ray for a long time and talked to my owner. Unfortunately, that didn't make things any better. The doctor mentioned a surgical procedure that the other vets I'd been to had also discussed, but then he said something really great. He recommended waiting for the surgery, which will probably be a bit more extensive. I should do some physiotherapy first, and then we'll see what happens. He's quite optimistic that we're doing well so far.
Man, I'm so happy. Can you imagine what it would be like to be young and full of energy and have to walk on a short leash for at least six weeks and be allowed to do almost nothing? And I'm so excited on every walk and zip through the woods like a little whirlwind. That's also the reason for "Heidi Special," as my owner always calls it, but I'll tell you about that next time.
So, for a few weeks now, I've been bravely trudging along the underwater treadmill. Don't you think I'm doing a great job? Feel free to like the video.
In summary
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January 10, 2021
Hi, Heidi here!
I have something to tell you. Today, my foster parents came to me with a very strange expression on their faces. "Heidi," they said, "dearest Heidi. We can't imagine anything other than things continuing the way they've been for the last three weeks." Could I imagine living here forever? Of course I can; that's all I had in mind. Why else would I have always lain under the table at my foster parents' feet?
Then they said something about my master's socks. Could I perhaps make the old socks with holes for summer ventilation in the future, instead of the new, expensive hiking socks? OK, that shouldn't be a problem. It would be easier, of course, if they weren't lying around in the first place; then I wouldn't have to think too long about whether they were old and usable or new and expensive.
In summary
I now have a mistress and a master
My first real proposal and so far the best, because FOREVER
Now the two of them are still holding my paw at the DSHN, hopefully everything will work out
What do they mean by: “Now we have to put a knob on the kitchen door”?
I will keep you updated, your overjoyed Heidi
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December 26, 2020
Hi, Heidi here!
It's Christmas, and everything's going on as usual. The first walk is at 7:00 a.m.—we've already gotten into the three-hour rhythm—and the last walk is at 11:00 p.m. Once a day, we go for a nice walk in the woods. There's even food three times a day, and afterward, they always say to me, "Now you're Heidi, resting." Hmm, Ruth is usually spelled with a th, hmmm...
Yesterday, I was with my foster mom at the grave of her recently deceased dog. We've been there several times, but yesterday she was completely silent, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She knelt down beside me and held me tightly in her arms. I quickly licked away her tears, and she had a little smile in her eyes again. She said, "Oh Heidi, you little ray of sunshine, you tear-reliever." I was so happy to do that.
There's also a funny thing to report: for the first two days in the house, I didn't let my foster parents out of my sight. Every time they got up, I got up. If they went to the bathroom, I went with them. If they went into the living room, I went with them, and if they came back, I went with them. I didn't want to miss anything. Then they really thought they could trick me while I was lying dozing on one of my many sleeping places. They tiptoed very carefully to get past me. They could have saved themselves the trouble. No one can get past my ears, no one at all.
These days, I stay lying down, only when they head toward the kitchen, I immediately join them. You never know what you'll find. And then we get to the "F" word, but I'll tell you about that next time.
In summary
Yippee, my first real job is as a tearjerker
The kitchen door is guarded, no matter how tired you are
Ruth is spelled differently here
I will keep you updated, Your Heidi
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December 23, 2020
Hi, Heidi here!
Today is already day 3 here. Things are going great. The two owners are very friendly, well-socialized, and always trying hard. The basics are also right: there's always someone on hand for me, they eat well and regularly, they get exercise, cuddle, walks in the woods, and lots of short walks around the corner.
And that brings us to the point that I urgently need to talk to them about again.
So, on day O, when I arrived, well, you know. This tiny little mishap happened to me. Now we go out every two hours. And now comes the kicker: every time I do a little pee, they praise me loudly and lavishly in the highest pitch: "Great, she can do a poop, fantastic, good, good, good, great." The same thing happens when I've done something big: "Great, she can do a poop, fantastic, good, good, good, great." All that's missing is the Indian rain dance. Oh man, am I a puppy? I know that you do your business outside. The bad thing is, there's a nice, handsome male Labrador living nearby, Sam, when he hears that, how embarrassing.
And there's something else.
I'm quite particular about my crib. I have my own particular order. While these flattened sheets and the delicately draped blankets on the bed look good, they don't meet my high standards at all. I then spend a lot of time straightening the sheets and blankets. When we come back from a walk, everything is flattened again. Grumpy... All over again. They desperately need to learn that, but I'm hopeful.
In summary
Nice intentions are not always well done (Heidi's bed order)
I am a young female dog and no longer a puppy
The word beginning with “F” is lived here (no, not “Fuß” - more on that soon)
I will keep you updated, Your Heidi
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December 21, 2020
Hi, Heidi here!
I wanted to tell you that a lot has happened in my life in the last 24 hours.
I moved into my foster home yesterday; everything is new and exciting here. I was a bit skeptical when I first met them. Claudia said they were both very nice and I could trust them. And since I trust Claudia, I crawled into the car.
The 350 km drive went by quickly; I slept the whole way anyway. What can I say? It couldn't be worse here. A terraced house with a small garden. From the front, you can easily watch whoever's walking by. It's fascinating. Just right for a sheepie like me. People have even given me a nickname—imagine this—they call me "Heididei." Oh well, we'll talk about that later.
They take me outside every two hours so I don't get so excited that I forget to do my other business outside. Oh well, it can happen... and it only happened once.
The first night was quiet. I built myself a nice little nest out of my blankets and slept the night away.
They're talking about how I should get used to it first and then we'll go to Uncle Doc and something bigger will be done there, hmm, they haven't told me anything more yet
In summary
350 km drive missed
1 small stream, 1 big business without having to walk far
2 people who are quite nice
3 dog beds to choose from
I will keep you updated, Your Heidi
