Weather Underground for The Florida Keys

My name is Macy. I’m a gold and white parti color Tibbie born on October 26, 2006. I came to the Keys to live with my new family in January of 2007. I was almost 10 weeks old. My sister came with me and she lives with another Mommie and Daddy. We flew here from Michigan. It was really cold where we were born, but it was warm when we arrived in Miami. My sister Coco and I flew in the same crate and we didn’t like the airplane. We both cried . Then they took us off the plane and we took a ride to another place where our new family picked us up. We were both crying and really thirsty after the long ride. We slept during the ride back to the Keys.

I didn’t like being by myself and Bitsy, a really pretty black dog, didn’t want to play with me, so I decided to cry so Coco could find me. I cried a lot that night so the next day I got to go spend a few nights with Coco. We didn’t cry then but after a few nights my new Mom said I needed to bond with them so no more slumber parties for a while. I felt more at home after a few days and I liked my new family and house. I had a nice puppy pen right by the kitchen so someone was always around and I got to run around the house a lot. I didn’t really miss Coco that much anymore and I liked my new mom and Dad right a lot. I saw Coco a lot and we played until we were exhausted.

I had never been outside before and I always went potty on paper. Outside was great!! There were rocks, leaves, twigs, plants, I was in heaven. I tried to taste everything. My Mom and Dad told me “NO MACY” and took the things out of my mouth. I learned to run so they couldn’t get it out of my mouth but this made them mad and I had to do timeouts in my puppy pen. I finally realized that stuff was always outside and it wasn’t all that special. I watched Bitsy use the potty outside so I did it too. But if Mom left any paper on the floor I forgot and went on the papers, no matter what it was because I was trained to go on papers before I came to live here. Mom got mad when I went on her work papers so I decided to scratch at the back door like Bitsy does. It worked. They let me out and I went outside. I liked that better because a few times I went on the carpet in their bedroom and they told me I was a bad girl. I didn’t want to be a bad girl. Now they brag and tell everyone how smart I was to learn to use the bathroom outside when I was only 12 weeks old.

Since I was a fast learner and I was housebroken so fast, I got to sleep in the bed with Mom, Dad and Bitsy. WOO HOO! The first night Bitsy didn’t like that at all. I got far away from her and slept by Mom. The next night Bitsy was sound asleep and I edged over, very slowly until I was touching her. I was so quiet but she woke up and saw me. OH MY, she didn’t do anything. AHA, now I got it. She will like me if I don’t chase her and try to jump on her and bite her? Hmmmm. The next night I tried it on the couch. At first she got mad but I pretended to be asleep and she let me lay by her. I finally got it and from that time on we became friends. I like to lick her ears and she likes that if I don’t do it for too long. I like to lick her eyes too but she only lets me do that a couple of times then she says stop in dog talk and I do because I really want her to like me. Sometimes she plays with me a little bit but she really only likes to play with Mom and Dad. I follow her everywhere and take notes. I think she is secretly flattered.

HEY THERE SHORTY, BITSY TAUGHT ME THIS TRICK... I HAVE IT, YOU WANT IT, YOU CAN'T REACH IT

In April I got a new sister. Her name is Riccie. WOW a 24 hour a day playmate. She was sick the first week and I wanted her to play with me. After she got well, we played non stop for almost 2 weeks. Bitsy treats Riccie like she did me, and runs from her. Riccie is really tiny and she can’t jump up, but she tries and it makes Bitsy mad. Right after Riccie came, Coco got a new sister, Jazzmine. She’s fun to play with but she’s little like Riccie. Jazz and Riccie usually play like maniacs and Coco and I watch. We like to have races and see who can do the fastest puppy run. I always win. I’m the fastest and Mom says I run like a deer. Coco, Jazz and I are quiet players but Riccie and Bitsy growl and make a lot of fierce noises when they play. Sometimes this sounds scary to me and I would rather go sit on Mom’s lap and watch because they start doing NONO things like pulling on the rugs and silk plants. I don’t want to get blamed for THAT.

I see my sister Coco all the time. We go to the beach and run in the sand and water. That’s lots of fun. Coco spent the night one night and I didn’t like that too much. I think she wanted my food and I got grumpy. Coco got mad at me and pouted.

I like to smell the seaweed, check out the crabs, run along the edge of the water, dig holes in the sand and see what goodies I can find. I have to stay close to Mom because she said that Man O'War Jellyfish are on the beach sometimes and they will sting me. I listen to Mom so if she says "MACY NO" I stop because one time Mom said "NO" and Riccie didn't listen and a hermit crab latched onto her foot. She cried and yelped. It scared her a lot and it scared me too.

Dad dropped me off at the doctor. I like my doctors a lot so I wasn’t worried. I woke up and was in the worst pain of my life. I thought I was a goner for sure. They said I got spayed. Coco was there and she got spayed too. The next 4 days were horrible. It hurt so bad, I wouldn’t eat or drink and I made Mom and Dad carry me everywhere. They shaved my tummy and it pricked me and stuck on everything. I had to wear pink baby jumpers with a hole cut out for my tale so that I wouldn’t lick my tummy. Worst of all, I had to sleep in the pen on the floor of the bedroom. I was devastated. I had been cast out, left alone on the floor, pushed out of the den. I was so sad. The bed is real high and Mom was afraid I would try to jump off but I didn’t know the reason why. I was really really sad. On the third night Mom finally figured out why I was so sad and picked me up and put me beside her in the bed. I was happy again and now I was starving. I asked for food and she fed me and we went back to bed. I licked Bitsy’s ears for a while, rolled around with a big Tibbie grin on my face and fell sound asleep. I now knew I would be okay and I was. I’m looking forward to a day at the beach when my tummy is healed from the operation.