One of Bailey's friends asked today for a poop of the day graphic. The best I've got is a pooped out puppy. She did go a day or so without pooping and left about a 16 inch long string of poo on the ground.
Also, she just ate a quarter of a tub of icecream. Her face is sticky. Poop should be massive.
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Bailey just took a giant poop. I knew she needed to because her belly was swollen. I did not take a picture....nap time.
Bailey laying her head on my shoulder....I've got no explanation for this, but it sure is cute.
Bailey is a princess. She will find the softest place in the house to lay down her head.
Bailey loves St.Patrick's day. Forget that her ancestors were Scottish Highlanders, and she celebrates all of the Jewish holidays. On St.Patty's day, she's concerned with two things: dressing up and eatin green treats (which she grabbed and ran off with before I could snap a picture).
Bailey has decided to take up gardening. So far, she's just completed step one: Gather seeds.
Hey. I haven't blogged in a while. Bailey is super itchy right now. She has allergies and doesn't like this time of year. I need to go get her some kiddy benadryl tomorrow.
Big Yawns, Total Adoration
The Perfect Food/Water Dish
Bailey made a new friend, but she had to really try. On the way home from Emily and Lance's wedding, we stopped in Daytona to see some some of our friends. Not Daytona Beach, mind you, but Daytona. Past the world famous Cabbage Patch, out in the country. Literally. Their neighborhood is called "A Quiet Place in the Country." That's a little wordy, if you ask me, but the good folks of Daytona didn't request my help in naming the neighborhood. So, Bailey's getting her first visit to farm country.
Our friends,Beau* and Shelly, of A Quiet Place in the Country fame, have a 1 year old Vizsla named Coppitt (named after Big Coppitt Key in the Florida). Coppitt is large and in charge. Well, large at least. She's really a beautiful full grown specimen of her breed, and made little Bailey look tiny.
As Shelly came out to greet us, Coppit followed....until she saw Bailey. As soon as Bailey made her presence known, Coppitt put on the brakes like a 100 foot T-Rex had stepped into her driveway. As we learned in the blockbuster sensation Jurassic Park, T-Rex can't see you if you aren't moving. I'm assuming Coppitt's seen the movie, because she froze as if the white fluffy beast that is our Bailey wouldn't notice her if she was perfectly still. Of course, Bailey isn't a dinosaur, and both can smell and see, so she quickly ran over to Coppitt to play. Our little socialite was eager to make her first four legged friend. Coppitt, however, has some sort of anxiety disorder. She freaked out. Every time Bailey would come close, she would back away. At one point, as everyone laughed, she crawled into Shelly's lap to get away from Bailey. This went on for at least ten minutes. Bailey tried to get close to sniff Coppitt, and a shaking Coppitt would do whatever it took to avoid letting her get within licking distance.
One of the most endearing traits of Westies is that they are persistent (which, consequently is one of the most annoying traits as well, but we'll stick with endearing here). The more Coppitt ran away, the more Bailey insisted that they were to become friends. Eventually, Coppitt gave in. I can understand this, as it is my typical reaction. They started playing. Coppitt taught Bailey chase. Bailey taught Coppitt that she is never "it" by running under the car as a safe place.
They played and played. Coppitt taught Bailey all sorts of stuff. How to use the puppy door. How to run around the yard. How to push through the bushes. How to worry the people that you'll fall in the freezing water. Bailey repayed Coppitt for all of the lessons by stealing her toys and run under low objects so that Coppitt would bump her head.
At any rate, it came time to go for a walk, and we had to make a choice. Walk on the sidewalk and risk getting caught and kicked out of the hotel, or try out the beach. Naturally, we chose the beach. I was a bit worried that Bailey was going to cover herself in sand, but we went that direction anyway. 
Upon stepping off the boardwalk, Bailey looked like she was in heaven. "What is this soft, heavenly substance, that smells like the remains of dead plankton,?" her eyes seemed to ask. Then she started digging. She dug, stuck her nose in the newly uncovered sand, dug some more. She bounced around, searching feverishly to discover every particle in the region, smelling the air, then covering her nose with more sand. It was the cutest moment she had had so far. It was also a relief to me and Steph. Being the beach lovers we are, we had hoped for a dog that would appreciate all that the beach has to offer. 
The funniest part happened on the way home. The more comfortable Bailey gets, the more she wants to push the limits of what she's doing. On the way up, most of the sleeping occurred in the carrier. Towards the end, she started napping on Steph's lap, and finally, in Steph's arms. On the way home, however, she decided to explore new sleeping places. She started in Steph's arms, while I was driving. 
After a while, we switched off drivers and Steph took the wheel. Bailey decided that her vantage point would be better if she climbed up Steph. She took her position on Steph's chest by the window. About two minutes of looking out was all that it took for her to fall over asleep. She collapsed in Steph's arms and started snoring. Next thing we know, in her ever restless state, she has climbed up on Steph's shoulder and has her head on the back of the seat.
This didn't last long either, and Bailey nuzzled her way down Steph's back, rear end still up on Steph's shoulders, and fell asleep upside down, completely squished between Steph and the seat. How she found this comfortable is beyond me, but she stayed like that for a good half hour. Strangest thing I've ever seen, but amusing, nonetheless.
Then, Bailey and I went to Steph's office for lunch. Everyone at the law firm apparently wanted to see her. We went in and got attacked. She was snatched out of the carrier at the door, and everyone fell in love with he like we did the first time we saw her. I guess puppies have that effect. Through it all, she was her cool, calm self. I swear, this dog is the reincarnated form of Authur Fonzarelli. Everything is taken in stride, puppy zen style. After introductions, we wandered across the street to Altin's Cafe. Apparently, acting cool is had work, because Bailey laid down in her carrier and fell asleep, despite the hustle and bustle that is Fifth Avenue South during season in Naples.
One thing lunch made me realize about myself is that I am just as neurotic a parent as Stephanie. With Bailey and her carrier, I brought a baby bag full of puppy wipes, treats, her leash, water bowl, a few toys, and trash bags. Not a single item in the bag was used, most weren't necessary in any situation that could have happened that day. Yet, I brought them all, thinking that Bailey's lunchtime outing might not be perfect without them. I wonder how I'm going to react to a two legged child. Babysitting, child-care, bad friends, and public school are some of my biggest fears, and babies are still years away. Hopefully, Bailey will continue to teach me these kind of things about myself, and I won't be the worst parent ever.
I figured that she might sleep through at least lunch if I wore her out. Well, I might have started a little too early, as she collapsed a couple of times on the walk. I pushed her to finish the drill, though, and she hunkered down and made it happen (that's your Granddog, Chuck!). After going through the morning motions, we padded her crate with extra blankets, stuck a new interactive chew toy inside(it spits out treats- how cool is that?), threw some ice cubes in the tray, turned on the floor fan and radio, and tiptoed to the door. She watched us walk down the stairs, but didn't make a noise. I stood outside the door and listened for a minute, but not a peep. She really is a fantastic dog. I expected that she would have cried herself to sleep, but she wouldn't have any of that. Steph said she whimpered a little after lunch, but she was just playing with her toys when I came home that afternoon.
The nurse asked for poop. We didn't bring any. Fail. They let us stay, though, and went through with the exam. Steph asked the thousand questions that you would expect a new neurotic mom to, and the doctor was very gracious to answer them all. I learned that we're going to brush Bailey's teeth. I had no idea that this was something that normal people did. For some reason, I had always been under the impression that milkbones were enough. Doctor A. told us that she was healthy, teething, and growing big muscles (that morning walk, I tell ya) and needed to come back in two weeks for shots. I'm sure she'll love that, but at least she got to check out the place before they start poking her with sharp objects. All in all, a successful visit. 
