|2011 is gone. Not a clue how it slipped away so quickly. I attribute it to old age. When we are young, we can't wait for tomorrow. When we are 'in between' we live in today. When we get old, we are not even sure if it is still yesterday or if tomorrow crept up on us and we totally missed 'today'. On to 2012|
12/29/11: Sissy was able to get on the bed last night. I really wish she would wait until the leg is totally better. It is still swollen huge. But she had really missed her place and I had missed her too. I had to turn up the heat a bit the past few nights because she is my bed warmer. Sweetness is too, but she has a different way of doing it. She stays at the foot of the bed until I get up to go to the bathroom or just can't sleep. Then she moves into the exact place I was, head on pillow and all. Well, maybe sometimes butt on pillow, but she covers the area even if not in the precise position. I come back to bed and she moves. I really believe she is keeping my place warm for me. I've been surrounded as usual. Chipi on one side. Zelda on the other. Tucker had to lay at the foot of the bed because Zelda was spread out and he could not get over her into his place. Sahara at the foot on the rug. Parker guarding the doggie door. Fez guards Loren. They have been quiet at night for several in a row. So much sleep, I'm not sure how to handle it.
Tucker has someone coming to meet him on Friday. Their approval process is going positively, but still a little to do. I just need more faith that if I am about to make a mistake with these guys, there will be a Devine interference. I beat myself up too much for my mistakes. It's not like they can call me up and say "I don't like it here. I want to come back". Although some do try to tell me and I try to rationalize their running off as 'exploring' their new surroundings. Sometimes it is just that. But sometimes it's not. Anyway, no matter where Tucker goes, and how wonderful his new home, I am really going to miss him. He will be up on the list with Shaggy, Griffin, Monkey, Katey, Sasha, Tommy, Swiffer, Mazi, Jason, Sully and Shep. I love them all, but some are just a lot harder to let move on. I know staying here with so much competition for my attention is not in their best interest. They need to feel 'special'.
I'll be off to the Health Food store today to get some more stuff to add to Tuckers diet. I can't depend on vet info completely. I don't want to spend 30 days on meds waiting to see if it helps. It has been a week and I thought I saw some improvement but it is all over the spectrum. He can be bouncing around one minute and limping the next. I know logic says activity is making sore muscles, but he is a young dog. My common sense is telling me there is something I and the vet are missing. He was not limping when he came, but yet he came with a supplement that was specific to anemia. There is more to his story then what I got. And there is a connection between the limping and anemia. Gut feeling.
I seem to be on a 'losing spree'. Not only do I lose hold of dogs, I am losing hold of memory. I keep losing things. I had about 10 or 12 huge bottles of Glucosamin Chondroident, enough to last all the dogs over a year. I can't find them. I remember putting them in a bag and putting them "where I will find them". I just can't seem to locate that place. I have been saving scraps of the material for the collars in a bag so I can make sample charts. Day before yesterday I added to it. It was on the table in the shop. I distinctly remember that. Yesterday it was not there. I thought just maybe Millie or Sarge had taken it. I looked outside, under tables, in all the rooms of the shop. If they had taken it, some of the scraps would have left a trail. Nothing. I went through trash. Nothing. Then I start to wonder if I imagined saving them. Imagined a bag that did not exist. But I know it was real. Just like the bottles are real... somewhere. I had a plan. I knew if I replaced the bottles I would find the missing ones. It's natures law. So when we were on Wal-mart picking up Sissy's prescription, I found the isle. That plan quickly evaporated when a bottle the size of one of the many I can't find was $30!!!
The dogs have descended. Fez has said Good Morning and is now off squeaking his toy. Sahara will soon be in here letting me know her tummy is speaking to her so she needs to speak to me. The computer room is getting crowded and I need to go get dressed. Another morning feeling like the Pied Piper.
12/27/11: Well the dogs got walked. Sarge and Millie went for a walk on their own. It was not a good 'hanging on' day for me. Sarge wanted to meet Mariah and it was either let go or fall over and be drug. I chose the less painful, although my shoulder did 'pop' before I could release. Being the totally sympathetic person I am, I decided to let Millie come to the house. Betty was walking her up the steps and the leash was twisted. I told her I had it, which I thought I did. When she released, it just went sliding right through my hand and off Millie went. Sarge came back first and came to the house, but the greeting was not a good one so back to the shop. Then Millie showed up. Let her in and right through the house, out the back door and gone. It was upon her third return I discovered the problem. Fez was chasing her off. Poor thing was terrified. I am really getting concerned about some of the things he pulls. Poor Goofy has moved into the garage at night and I am not sure if it is a problem with Parker or Fez. This is just wrong! I can't have any of the dogs treating the other dogs with bullying, outright or subliminal. Anyway, this has got to get under control as Millie is a sweet girl and causes no trouble and it is unfair that she is the one removed.
Penny, on the other hand is now with Mariah. She is snooty to Tucker, chasing him away from food or me or Loren. I get after her constantly. Well, this afternoon she crossed the line. Sahara was coming to me for attention and Penny growled and made her leave. Sahara is not one for trouble. Neither is Tucker. Mariah will set Penny straight if she tries anything with her. So my dog family is falling apart... emotionally and physically. Just like me!!!
And on the bright side, the left over turkey in the casserole was good and so was the chocolate pie. Think I will have another piece before I go to bed.
12/26/11: Hope all had a Merry Christmas. Mine sucked. Tuckers person backed out. Sissy can't walk and her leg is swollen. I think she sprained or broke it getting off my bed yesterday. She goes in at 10:20 this morning. She is confused not getting breakfast but I wanted her ready for surgery if it is broken. I don't want any delay. She did get her regular pain meds and has gotten a drink but she can't even go out and potty. Loren has been pretty sick for the past 2 days. One of my adopters is in the hospital with pneumonia. He is the 80 year old who has not been well for some time. Fortunately the neighbor is feeding the dogs so they can stay there for the time being. There will have to be some major adjustments if they come here as they must be in the house. Julia would not understand and the little tiny dog just needs to be in with people. I've not heard anymore on Sherman, but I can just about say with certainty he will be coming back any day. With his separation anxiety, he will have to be in ht house too. House dogs 14. Shop dogs 3. What happened to that wonderful number 12 total I was so looking forward to? Hey, people. Buy collars. I need the money. With Tuckers unnecessary x-rays (since he isn't going anywhere) and Sissy, which I know will be in the big $$$, it will be another 'over $1000' vet month.
The weather was pretty nice so I walked 10 of the 14. I ran out of energy for the rest. The collars are working wonders for my 'pullers'. I can not walk Sweetness, period. She wears both my body and my patience very thin. A 100 pound steam roller. Chipi is almost as bad, but only about 70 pounds and she does listen at intervals. Well, I walked BOTH Sweetness and Chipi TOGETHER with Bear. It was not perfect, but to be able to walk Sweetness was a triumph and to walk them both together was amazing. Bear is good, but adding a third leash in hand was unbelievable.
Rain will be hitting soon. Probably just about the time I need to load up Sissy. I'm going to start about 45 minutes early. I have no clue how I am going to move a 120 pound dog, who is in pain who will bite me if I hurt her. I can't blame her, She does not understand. I do have a muzzle and plan to use it.
12/23/11: Dogs are quiet with the exception of Bear, but I just can't sleep. I left Tucker at the vet for morning dew claw surgery and x-rays. He has double FRONT dew claws as well as double back ones. But one of the front nails curls tight and continues to grow into the pad. It would need cut every 2 weeks and it is hard enough for people to remember to keep the back ones trimmed every 6 weeks. I just don't want him in any discomfort. X-rays are of the shoulders. I pray it is not OCD like Brooks had. A chipping of the cartilage that float around and causes terrible pain. Brooks vet bills were $3500 and put us out of rescue for 8 months recuperating from the expense. The $300 received in end of the year donations will cover todays bill and that will be it for the check book balance. Anyway, my sleeplessness is because I left him there. I should have brought him home and took him back in the morning. He is going to be so confused. I just get so attached to certain dogs. I eventually love them all very much if they are here long enough, but some just give you that look of love that just penetrated your soul. Tucker gives me that look. So does Sahara. So did Keeton.
Things are still up in the air with Sherman. If it were not a holiday and I did not have the concern of Tucker, I would be driving down there today and getting him. I don't know what is going on other then a "volunteer" who called me and is a total jerk seems to think he is the decision maker because he was once "on the board" for the facility. I've had 2 conversations with him and that was 2 too many. You can spot a liar real quickly when their stories change 180 degrees... and are 180 degrees from others there at the facility that I have talked to. He is a bully, retired and has no one to boss around. But if he is going to cause problems for Sherman, then I don't want Sherman there. This is not a "win or lose" issue. It is the welfare of Sherman. He is my priority in this.
Another stressor is Gracie coming. Not really Gracie, but a dog that is her companion and was not my rescue. I do not babysit dogs I do not adopt out. I only agreed because Gracie would need company. Now I am really regretting it. I feel I was backed into a corner and stomped on. If I am going to change my mind, I will need to do it in a few hours. My biggest concern is the 'other' dog being a herding breed and a 4 month old puppy, it is going to tear stuff up. I do not do puppies and I do not do active breeds.
I had to put Millie down in the shop with Sarge. This is breaking my heart. She has figured out she can go over the fence, or through it. We have not seen where she is getting out. I hear a yelp, so I think she is going over and hitting the hot wire. But she is too motivated to let a little shock get in her way. She will not come when called and she stays gone for hours. Loren and I keep reliving Georgia, the other hound, and her getting shot and dying. The people around here come over my hill flying. I've almost been run over many times as they fly up it and you cannot see what is on the other side until you are on top of it. It is a very dangerous situation if she goes south, which she has been doing. But it is also very dangerous if she goes north onto the busy road where the idiots think 35 means 65 and they get a gold star for road kill. We just can't risk her being killed and we can't re-fence 2 acres with 6' fencing. So she is stuck in the shop with the 6' fence. Her and Sarge are getting along good. they curl up and sleep side by side so that is good. But this can't be a forever. They both need to be at the house.
It's not quite 2 a.m. I was 'thinking ahead' last night when I came up from feeding Sarge and Millie. I brought some hand work I need to do for the collars. I'm going to go back to bed and prop up and work on it until I get tired or maybe take a Benadryl and hope it will kick in to make me sleep.
Evening: Never did go back to sleep... or I guess I should leave out the "back". Gracie came alone without the other dog so she is lonely. Feel bad but not sure if her and Sarge would be ok together. They both can be a bit bossy. It's only a week.
Luckily Tucker's shoulder x-ray looked good. I was pretty darn close on my cost estimate for today. Ugh! Was hoping I'd be wrong in the right way. They did give me a good break and I already have the $90 in meds for Ehrlicia. Otherwise I could not have paid it all. We are guessing a false negative on the test, as he is symptomatic. Anyway, he will be going to his new home on Monday morning. I know she is going to fall in love with him instantly. On the way home from the vets, he laid his head in my lap. It was so sweet. Damn, I'm going to miss him, but he will be so special in his new home.
No new news on Parker. Imagine the bomb will drop come Monday.
Millie is crying. I am just so afraid she will go over the fence and get killed. Hopefully Tuesday things will settle down and we can bring her up and Loren and I can 'hide' and watch to see where she is going over. Tested the wire and it is hot. She might be squeezing between the 2 gate panels. Darn, I wish she would not cry....
12/20/11: I am heartsick. I just got a call about Sherman. He was the one with separation anxiety and got adopted by a nursing home. Well, the gal who had initiated the adoption has quit. Now Sherman's future is uncertain. Employees have changed and administration has changed. It is a 'wait and see'.
I was just in the phone book calling Work Force ( I knew it as Job Services) to find someone willing to write grants for a percentage and I found what I consider an oddity. Of course Arkansas use to list Attorneys as Lawyers (which is true but kind of 'old'). What I have always heard of as the Department of Corrections, they refer to as the "Department of Community Punishment". We live in the same country but sometimes terms are foreign from one part to the next. Kind of like abbreviations. They can really be confusing.
Evening: My stress level is at the breaking point. Millie figured out she can jump the fence and comes looking for us. She is a Pug in Hound costume. She has no sense of smell. Maybe that is why some are called 'sight' hounds rather then 'nose' hounds. She got on the back side of the property and could not find her way out of the 'forest'. She was crying and hysterical. I kept calling her, but she could not figure out how to get to me. She finally managed to get out on the road where I had walked. Then she was so scared, she was not sure she should come to me. I felt so sorry for her. I hugged on her and luckily Loren had brought the car around the corner so handed me a leash. She is just too heavy for me to carry. Hopefully she will stay put on her sofa tonight. Guess she will have to start going with me to the shop.
12/19/11: Heartwarming story http://n7qvc.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/elk-stuns-idaho-zookeepers/#
They were so good last night! The temp only got down to the mid 40's so most stayed outside enjoying the coolness without the freeze. I turned off the heat in the dog house until the predictions drop. Not sure where Penny sleeps, but Tucker does prefer a cooler place.
As a matter of fact, it was so nice yesterday afternoon, I walked almost all the dogs. Sweetness and Sarge missed out, but everyone else got a trip up the road. Loren helped with the first bunch or 5. Sissy was along in that group so he had 2 going and only Sissy coming back. I took the other 4 on farther. Are you familiar with the May Pole Dance? A Russian celebration dance that kids did back in the 50's at school when multi cultural experiences were part of school. Back when so was the Pledge of Allegiance and prayer. Anyway, there would be a tall pole (usually they took the tetherball down. Hey, that was 'tall' to a 7 year old) and multi colored crape paper streamers would be secured to the top. Several children would each have a streamer and weave in and out around the pole to music until the pole was covered in what looked like a giant multi colored pig tail. (younger set might have to look that one up too. I'm not talking a real pigs tail). Well, anyway, there I was wrapped up like a May Pole only not so colorful leashes and with 3 white and one black 'child' doing the dancing.
Then I took Parker, who is fine and Millie who is not so fine on leash. My new collars work so well, especially on Millie (and Chipi) . I do need to make one a little smaller for Millie. I just brought up the 'rejects' from while I was in the process of perfecting them, so sizes are not specific to any particular dog. By the time we made our turn around, Millie had settled pretty good. Actually it had very little to do with the collar. It had to do with butting heads. She got tangled doing her 'nose to the ground' hound thing. When Parker ended up in her leash and took a step, her head got jerked into his chin. It was audible and seemed to daze her for a second. After that she walked the straight and narrow!
Bear is always good but Chipi pulls really bad. (but not as bad as Sweetness). Some dogs just don't learn. I am a tree. I go back and start over. I sit down on the ground. I use the leash around the belly trick. I leg block. I body block. I would praise, but there is never an appropriate time. So I accept the fact that some dogs just don't get it. And I just can't handle Sweetness when I can't give her my full strength (which is not much anymore). Even Sarge has learned. Yeah! So I'm not stupid. But he didn't get a walk because by the time I got to him, it was already dark. Penny and Tucker got their walk. I was exhausted.
I watched a really good but strange fiction movie on HBO last night. The Lovely Bones. Thought provoking.
Almost dawn. Sahara will be announcing breakfast any moment. Not that she is the cook, but calling all the others and letting me know she is at the table waiting.
Evening: Another chicken bites the dust. I revived it with a new squeaker, but it was just too far gone to hang on to life... It's fiber fill guts spilling out on the family room floor. It's squeaky heart missing. Hopefully not in the tummy of it's annihilator. RIP blue chicken. Join your yellow and brown and black and orange squeaky friends in the land fill graveyard where dead squeaky toys go. It will be time to go retrieve and revive the missing from the back area tomorrow. My brain is still working on a soft squeaky toy that cannot be destroyed in a day. I need Kevlar.
12/17/11: Last night we were eating some canned pineapple and Fez was giving us the sad look. I kept shaking my head and saying 'no, go lay down'. He walked away, picked up his favorite toy and brought it over and dropped it in Loren's lap. We broke our rule and discovered Fez likes pineapple. If there had been other dogs in the room, he would have been out of luck. I just hope he didn't go bragging to the others. And who says dogs aren't smart (and conniving).
Got word Rayn is back to her normal self. I am sure relieved. Guess dogs have their bad days just like humans. I just wish I could figure out why Zelda has so many. She has got to be hurting but we just don't know what to do next. Maybe a dental. I can't remember when she had one. I know several dogs have had them this year but I need to call and see if Zelda was one of them. Her grumpiness is wearing me out. All I can do is massage her and cuddle her. What ever she is feeling, it has not effected her desire to go for a walk.
I recently met a sweet lady who thought she was going to be able to get a dog. Things did not work out, so she is going to come brush and pet one morning a week. And if it is warm enough... or best put, not too cold... we will all be walking them. Fez is her favorite and she bought him a bag of food. She also gave me a beautiful area rug she could not use. It will be perfect in the living room when I get the floors cleaned and the mud season is over. Right now it is in the family room and the door is staying closed unless we are out there to keep an eye on the dogs. They all had to smell it and check out every inch. Nine dogs circling and bumping into each other. It was quite a sight.
It's almost 9 p.m. It has been another busy day. Hopefully the dogs will be quiet like 2 nights ago and not the bark brigade like last night.
12/16/11: Got an email from Rayn's daddy. Rayn is acting strange. Rayn is Chipi's pup that has received all kinds of awards and certificates through the years for her work with sick children and the elderly. I'm going to paraphrase my reply as I think it may help others who are seeing changes in their dog and are baffled.
"Just going to throw out everything I can think of: Is there a 'pecking order change' with Winn? Has their interaction changed? Watch for little subtleties. Maybe just a glance or a posture between them. Maybe Winn wants to play and Rayn just wants some peace?
Didn't you recently lose a dog? Could she be out looking for it, waiting for it to come home and leaving her scent for it to find it's way home? How is the rabbit and any other animal friends that were/are around?
Dogs feel our emotions. When you had your motorcycle accident, she would have known something was wrong. Joan was missing more then usual. You were missing. She could feel Joan's emotions. You are in pain with your knee and probably nervous about the surgery. She is picking up on "something is not OK".
Has she been going less with Joan to Ronald McDonald House and the other places she normally goes? Her routine could have changed just the slightest and made her insecure and confused. She could have had a special child she visited and that child has not been there the last few visits.
Staying outside, marking, etc.: Any new neighbors? Any new construction in the area? Maybe a new critter? Do you have raccoons or groundhogs or anything like that in your area? What does your back fence butt up to? Would transients have access or is it a neighbor?
Trembling: Do you have a natural gas line running underground around any of the area she is sniffing? Could be the tiniest of gas leaks and she has been exposed to and slowly taking effect on her. What about foliage? Have you checked the list of toxic plants compared with what you have in your yard? I have quit using Frontline or any other flea and tick preventative- toxin. I'm only doing the 3 year rabies. It is the same identical dosage as the one year but you pay more just for the vet to declare it on their certificate.
Just like people change, so do dogs. Problem is they don't speak English. Think about all the things I've listed and just watch her and try to read her. It could be nothing more then confusion over her 'parents' emotions or a change in her world. It could be something as scary as her feeling very ill. I have learned to read my dogs. They speak to me with their eyes and my instincts kick in. I know it is a gift, but I believe everyone has it if they relax and just let it happen.
So back here on the home front: I know I hammer on 'sleep' but any of you who don't get enough know the agony. I am just feeling so good that I have been getting 6 hours!! It is more then I need and am so appreciative for it. The better rested, the better my mood, the better the dogs mood.
It was above freezing and no wind so Nancy came at 10:00 and we walked all the dogs. Four, three, three, almost 3, two and one. I thought we could take Sarge with Penny and Tucker but just too much for Nancy to handle. We took Sarge back and then I walked him later. Loren had already walked Goofy and Zelda but they got a second one anyway. They pretend they forgot.
They are pretty much done bringing in leaves. I think most of the leaves are wet so not getting picked up on tails. I had not really cleaned in several days so did get that done half-ass. I'll get in a serious cleaning mode one of these days. With little drizzles of rain off and on during the day, the dogs just track in faster then I can stay ahead of it, so I just don't stress it. They don't care and no one is coming.
Last night I gave Fez the last surviving chicken. It is his favorite. Penny helped tear up the others. I think she showed him how. He is not tearing this one up. I did tell him in no uncertain terms that this was the last one. Big Lots was sold out. I bought them all. There were no more chickens. I think he understands.
I had to take another stand with him yesterday, too. He will let me brush all the easy parts but when I get to the mats on his chest and armpits, he flicks his head and it scares me. I was feeling real brave. Not that I am scared of him, but neither am I a fool. I told him I was the boss and he was going to let me get the mats out rather he liked it or not. He laid down and flopped over on his side!!! Sometimes that scary is just scary smart! He did do a little moaning and I did get most out. I just don't know dog anatomy that well and was unsure how far I could lift his leg to get to the arm pit. I was practically standing on my head in order to see. My eye sight and black are not compatible. Hopefully we will do a repeat today and I can get the rest out.
In the past few nights I have worked on Zelda, Sahara, Parker and Sissy. Goofy is on the agenda for tonight if I can keep him in and out of the garage. Sissy is the worst. No mats because she is short coated but if you know Anatolian Shepherds, you know why I say 'the worst'. Her coat is so thick 365 days a year, if I kept it all and spun it into yarn, I could have a different sweater for every week of the year. Fleas and ticks could not find skin no matter how hard they might try. Even dirt can't get to skin. I bet she has at least 5 times the hair count per square inch then any other breed.
6:39 a.m. and the canines are restless. Sahara has already barked for me. She has to know where I am. I answer, she comes checks to make sure it's not a recording or someone else faking my voice. Then she is content until she thinks I have been on the computer too long and the sun might creep up before the food gets dished. Another busy day ahead dealing with several people over collars, corsets (yes corsets), a white GSD and sadly contacting AC that I cannot find the owner of the Black Lab they picked up close to my road. I wish I could take it for 'safe keeping' until I can find the owner, but if I didn't, I'd have it forever.
12/15/11: It has been 2 days of non-stop. I needed to find a 'home' for some of the stuff for a yard sale that didn't happen and most likely won't. I posted to give it away to people in need. That kept the phone ringing and me keeping from getting anything done. I did meet some really nice and appreciative people and they got some nice things. What ever is left goes to one of the thrift stores. I need the room and the shelves and to not be looking at it!
Rained and rained again so I have gotten 2 really good 6 hour stretches of sleep. Started in the shop at 4 a.m. yesterday. Too many interruptions during 'normal' hours to get anything done. Only problem, dogs missed me and woke Loren up. How dare I 'leave' them when they are in their 'best time to sleep' period.
It's 4 a.m. now and I can't go back to sleep, but don't dare go to the shop. Poor Goofy must be in the garage. Parker is in my tub. I put a blanket in there and taped the water handles back before I went to bed. It is his 'safe place' from that nasty thunder that actually only boomed once. Millie is now in her 'spot' on the love seat. I put her in bed with Loren earlier. (1) one of the dogs bit her. She has a bloody spot on her cheek and (2) she was scared from the thunder too. I don't know how long she stayed, but she knows it's ok to seek refuge there. Sweetness and Sissy are keeping my bed warm and the rest are keeping their designated areas free from invaders. Think I will go brush Zelda. Her and Fez are over due. It has only been a week, but those 2 and Goofy are real projects. Fez mats in just a few days if not done. Oops, Sahara just discovered I was not in bed where she thinks I belong. She is going to wake up Loren and raise the dead...
12/13/11: It worked until 3 a.m.!!! Millie let me know at 9 p.m. that she needed out so she did her business and came back in and I went back to bed. I had a lot of confused faces looking at me. Even now at 5:50 a.m. they are quiet. I must admit some of the quiet was because it rained. I probably could have left the door open, but poor Goofy probably would have ended up stuck in the garage for the night.
So many dogs in Georgia. Fourth Pyr this week and it's only Tuesday... barely. 11 hours driving time one way. If I had the time, energy, space and money, I'd fill up the SUV but since I lack all 4 necessities... I do what I can when I can but it just never seems enough. Those faces haunt me and they stick with me for weeks, just lining up one next to another. There are 4 dogs (out of 40+) at one gassing shelter that caught my attention when I clicked on the Pyr. How do people deal with life choices? Death choices? What distinguishes a fool from a hero. Results? You see a house on fire. You run in, risking your life to save someone. You bring someone out, you are a hero. You die and no one was home. You were a fool? All the good intentions in the world can not portray to others what is in your heart. I don't want to be a hero. I just wish I could know which dogs I should go that extra mile (or 1300 miles) for. Time to wash dog dishes. Sun will be coming up soon.
12/12/11: I closed the doggie door and they are all inside, like it or not. Last night was exhausting. Every hour someone would bark about something. I'm sure they will bark inside, but at least I can just cover up my head for a few hours knowing no one is making one stay outside. It is just too cold and poor Goofy stays in the garage because Parker intimidates him. It's heated, but not fair. Since it's only 7:30. I expect to get up to let them out around 2 a.m.
I had some fake bone that I somehow acquired. Since I was in the shop with Sarge, I figured it was safe to give him while I was there. He really enjoyed it. When I fed him dinner, I snuck it outside and into the trash. It was getting a little too small to be safe. I'm so glad I could give him something special. I just wish I could give him an adopter for Christmas. It has been a long road for the two of us. He turned out to be such a sweet boy.
There are so many heartbreaking stories come across every day. Two dogs ended up in an AC when their owner died. No one even knew he died for 3 days. Mail carrier got concerned when his mail was not picked up. Looked through a window and saw him sitting on the sofa but didn't respond. Police went in and found him deceased about day 3. His 2 dogs had been locked in the house and neither had peed or pooped in that whole time!!! Local people are trying desperately to find them a home where they can stay together. The small one cries when it can not be with the big one. I don't remember the location. Just so heartbreaking. Just so hard not to offer, but they would not understand being part of a mob in this house.
Tomorrow will be busy. Hope it is not freezing as have places to go.
12/9/11: I will be so glad when it is not a full moon. They seem to last way too long each month. Millie, Fez and Goofy are the only ones not barking. Oh, and Sweetness. That leaves 9 that are barking. I have no solution. No magic. They won't all fit on the bed and even if they did, they would be up and down running out to check on things. Tomorrow is Saturday. Maybe I should just plan on staying up until 2 or 3 a.m. when they settle in for their sleep and then just plan my naps all day around theirs.
We went out to Anthonee's Restaurant to eat lunch. It is a small family owned. Wife cooks, grade school son is the waiter and husband takes orders and runs the place. They promote my rescue to customers. They are dog lovers. Today they brought out pictures of their Chessie that died some time back. It had a genetic oddity. It was bald. She made some amazing clothes for the dog, designing around his body parts so he could go potty without fabric interference. She even made 'Speedos' because he loved to swim and his regular wardrobe would have been cumbersome in the water. It was really cool to see and heartwarming to know another family that goes above and beyond for their pets.
I had picked up some more towels for the collars before going out there. On the way home, Loren pulled into the sewing center. I came home with an overlock (known as a serger to those who were never in the garment industry). I really wanted an industrial one, but having been out of the business since 2002 and my old one being a vintage 1952 or 3, I was unsure I would be capable of working on one if anything broke. Even this home model could be a challenge if it broke so kind of stuck buying locally. When we got home, I got it threaded and running as I wanted. It will make my collars a better quality. I always worry about customer satisfaction on anything that will be going to others (including dogs).
Got hung up on today. Not my fault. I'm unsure how to deal with it. I only post on Petfinder. I do have to box checked that my listings can go out to other sites BUT, the other sites never update. I get calls on dogs found on Adopt-a-pet, eBay, and sites I never heard of, for dogs that have been adopted literally years ago. I have no way of knowing where all my listings go and I don't have time to scour the web looking for them. Even if I found them, I have no login and password to update on these other sites. So todays call came about a listing for a pup that has been gone a year or more. When I apologized and tried to explain, she hung up. She was mad because the dog was still listed but not available. Maybe in a way it was 'pay back' for a call I made this morning. I hate trying to communicate with an automated phone system. I felt Wal-mart should be aware that their MainStay measuring cups are inaccurate. A 32 oz is short by 1 1/2 oz. That can make a huge difference if you are cooking for a crowd. I compared with numerous others I have and they were all consistent with each other. It is bad enough we are forced to buy Wal-mart and compound it with buying China. Anyway, when I finally got a human... I think Wal-mart hires dumb to man the phones just to make you give up... as if pressing numbers for 5 minutes to get the "right department" is not enough to make you crazy.
I should buy ear plugs next time we are in town. Wonder if there are any stores besides Wal-mart that sell them and wonder if any other country besides China makes them.
12/8/11: My email program crashed. Fortunately me address book is salvaged but all my emails are gone. So if I owe you a reply, please send again. I have Tuesdays and Wednesdays, but everything before that is kapoot! Loren has re-set it but it does not want to be nice and behave itself.
Last night I kept Cathy company on a dog run. Sweet little JRT and pup from AC going into rescue in Texarkana. They got car sick. Poor things. Anyway, it was nice to get my mind on something besides my dogs and have a good conversation.
The dogs have been a pain. Tucker got into the dog food again yesterday. He also knows how to open cupboards. I think he taught Millie. When I was in the shop she opened the cabinet door under the sink and got into the trash. Loren said she had it strung all over the kitchen. We had grilled some steaks and I put the drippings in the trash. He had a real mess to clean up. Then later when I had the last 3 bowls on the counter to finish feeding, I turned my back to pick up Goofy's and Millie knocked them over and Tuckers went flying all over the floor. He gets 3 cups of feed per meal and half is Orjen (sp?) Loren was going to sweep it up but that was just too much food to go to waste. I sat on the floor picking it up a kibble at a time and cleaning each off. Do you have any idea how many pieces of kibble there are in 3 cups of food? I don't either, but trust me, it is a bunch.
Penny has taught Fez to "kill the squeaky toy" . It takes him about 2 minutes to remove a squeaky that I just put in. Bites a hole in it and it's dead. So is the critter it was in. It has been de-stuffed. I am determined to come up with a solution. I have about 54 squeakers remaining and before I run out, I'm going to win!!! Maybe if I put the squeaker in a tiny zip lock like they put craft items in to sell and fill it with pepper or something comparable. But their noses are so sensitive, he'd probably just ignore the toy all together... and what fun is that?
I got quite a few more collars done. I moved the page separate from the 'store' page. It's dog stuff.
12/4/11: Going non-stop. I love being creative. Got the first batch of walking collars and leads up. Not figured price yet as need to see how long they take by assembly line rather then one at a time.
Rain! So with that as an added help, I have gotten some sound sleep. Plus the dogs are less stressed because I am less stressed. There is still a bit of "you can't come in", but it has decreased... or else I am just sleeping through it. Little growls, I may not hear. Barks still wake me up.
A day late getting Tuckers stitches out. He is mellowing. Need to get them back in the house, but things are going so smooth, hate to upset it. I'll know when the time is best. I can usually 'read' them pretty good.
I ordered replacement squeakers. They should be here tomorrow. I have a stack of toys on the counter to put back together. I'll need to figure out the best 'pocket' material and a way to secure them to the inside of each toy so they will last more then an hour.
And tomorrow I need to call the work force and see if there is anyone who writes grant proposals who will do it for a percentage. I keep putting it off, but just can't any longer. If I plan to take in ANY dogs in the spring, I have to have funds or just close down. Ones here will probably live out their lives here as no one wants them. Tucker is the only one with any potential for adoption. Rest are old, and/or grumpy and /or are mutts like several million others vying for homes. No new ones can come in without a way to financially care for them. Speaking of which...
Got the news letter from the local Humane Society crying for money. Their "operating" expenses are $40,217 a MONTH!! And they only have a years worth of money left. Hello! That is half a million dollars. They currently have 40 dogs and 31 cats. Normally they have 35 to 38 dogs and half as many cats. Their pet food is free. There is just a 'delivery charge'. So considering very little goes for food, that is a whopping $574.52 per animal per month (or $19.15 per day) !!! Hello! What is wrong with this picture?? The "Feed the Children" commercials say you can feed a starving child in a foreign country for just $19 a month. The Humane Society has a huge volunteer base and they have a very lucrative Thrift Store. If I operated like they did, I would have spent on average $12,639.44 every month of 2011 (with the exception of Nov. and December each being $9,192.32) rather then that approximate amount for a whole YEAR. How many animals they adopt out has no relevance when the occupancy rate remains about the same and the adoption fee covers most of the amount the vet charges for altering the ones who are not already altered. I have no sympathy. For the brief time Loren was treasurer, he told them over and over, they needed to manage appropriately. That is why he quit, because they have the OPM mentality. (Other People's Money). They are no better then government, only with the HS, we have a choice to give or not give. So much for my 'rant' of the week.
11/30/11: Took the morning off. Never a good idea. Spend the rest of the day playing catch up.
Before taking the day off, I brought Sarge back up to the house. He was just wandering in the yard minding his own business. Fez went after him and then Parker went after Fez. I ended up on my butt. I was the only one hurt. I just don't know what triggers any of them. I think it is just a "me me" thing. They all want to be my number one.
11/29/11: I have this big black gorilla at my feet. He's hoping I will share my grill cheese. It is dark enough in this room that I can't see his pleading eyes, just his head raised and feeling his stare. He's so abused.
Did I mention I won't be going into the indestructible dog toy business? Stuffing it with a sweatshirt was a good idea. The sleeve is hanging on for dear life as is the 2 webbing tails. I've sewed it back together twice. They are still having a great time with it in a tug of war. But it does not even remotely resemble what I presented to them yesterday. I got it! Transformer dog stuffies. They magically transform daily with active dog play. As they open the outer covering new arms and tails appear giving new life to the canine adventure.
Had a 3 hour lunch with Brenda today. We just do not connect often enough. She takes in strays or dogs people have dumped. Sometimes they find homes and sometimes they just stay. Think she said she has 11 at the moment. Maybe it was just 9. Can't remember for sure. She's holding down 2 jobs so it is hard to find time to get together.
I finally got an email on Toby. He was the one I pulled from Green Forest for Lab Rescue. He almost had a home. Guess he was fine with one cat in the foster home, but wanted to even things out at the adoptive home. Four was just too many for him to deal with. Hey Toby, I agree!
Sahara got groomed today. Yesterday she came in a mess. I try to rotate the brushing but guess she missed her turn. Her 'pantaloons' had gotten pretty thick and covered up her rear. Not good. I cleaned her up, but the hair needed cut away properly and not the choppy way I had done it. She looks gorgeous. It was the only good part of the experience. She is not good in the car alone in the back seat. I had to pull over and stop 4 times both going and coming. Poor girl. We have come a long way in 4 years but there are just some things a dog will not get use to.
Lacy went home. She was happy to see Betty. We will miss her until the next time. They just don't come any more perfect then she is. She always remembers her place here and the 'rules'. Just want to tell all the others "follow her example".
Going to freeze again tonight. Glad Penny and Tucker have not made any attempt at heater destruction. I hope everyone stays in so I don't have to go out with a flash light if the threesome won't let whom ever back in.
11/28/11: Spent most of yesterday in the shop working and keeping Sarge company. He cries when I leave. Two more days and he can come back to the house.
The other part of the day was spent shopping and freezing. No Christmas shopping, as we don't exchange gifts with anyone. It was spent shopping for 2 dogs. Precisely to keep them from eating the dog house. I'm sure it's Tucker, but Penny could be joining in. Another new hole in the sheetrock. Pretty good size one. They are pulling out insulation. If it were not for that danger, it would not be a big deal. Fiberglass insulation is not a menu item. Picked up some thin plywood. Will still need another sheet but got it covered for the most part. Loren used these special screws that I just could not get the hang of, so he had to sit on the floor and screw it to the wall. I felt bad but some things I just struggle with. It was akin to connecting a hose to the faucet or screwing in a light bulb. My perception is skewed and I just can't do it without cross threading. Also had picked up a cord protector and got that secured to the wall so they won't electrocute themselves or burn the house down.
After thawing out, I fed. While I was out, I decided to make a toy so maybe they would not keep eating the blankets. Those "Tuffy" toys which are so expensive are a joke. I have some really heavy duty upholstery fabric that was just a small piece. Took some heavy webbing from a previously chewed collar (I don't throw anything away) and tied knots in the ends and sewed it into the fabric. It made a small pillow which I stuffed with a raggedy sweatshirt. Fiberfill is not on the menu either. I'll know shortly if it survived when the sun comes up and I go to feed. If it survives a week, I'll probably start making dog toys to sell too.
11/26/11: Yesterday got quite long. We just missed a call from the lady that had adopted Hanna and had to return her. We have been able to both work on a solution and it has come about. We got the message when we got back home after 2:00. We left at 3:15 for a trip half way to Memphis to meet her and bring Hanna Bella to her. It was so wonderful. I love when things can come together for both dogs and people. They truly needed each other.
We grabbed Sonic on the way home and it did not agree with me so I didn't get much sleep. Dogs were pretty good. Just my stomach was not. I just can't eat after 5:00 p.m. But today I felt good. I spent the better part of the day down in the shop with Sarge and cleaning. Morning was spent organizing and afternoon spent actually working on the collars. I find doing stuff like that relaxing and emotionally rewarding.
When I went to feed Penny and Tucker, they had started on the mattress. Luckily it was just a start. Hole was only the size of a dinner plate. Nothing like the last mattress that was totally destroyed buy him and Jane. So now they just have blankets. We picked up the cord cover for the heater but now I am wondering if it will be sufficient. My concern is (1) he gets electrocuted or (2) a bare wire burns the dog house down. I need to pick up something bitter and long lasting to smear on the cover and the cord. Maybe an idea will come to me tomorrow.
11/25/11: Maybe I'm just getting old and out of touch with the current young generation, but I have a really hard time taking a person seriously when they email with interest in adopting but half their dialog is in text shortcut code, they can't spell and fail to care, and the first sentence is "How much?". Sorry kids, you are dealing with an old person who still believes in using the grammar basics I learned in school (oops, I forgot they don't teach that anymore), utilizing spell check because I am a rotten speller, actually using the US Postal service to send hand written "Thank You" notes and can forward some diplomacy when warranted. If you want me to communicate back to you, please take a course in "old".
Bentley got a bath this morning. I got up a little after 5:00 to feed him. Bath at 8:00. Snack at 9:00. He has an adventure ahead of him in a little while when his new mommy comes to meet him and take him home. I'd almost consider puppy rescue again if they were all as smart and easy as he is. He was not even afraid of the bath or the blow dryer. He is currently on his fifth nap of the morning.
The 'sleeping arrangement' worked well last night once I got everyone where I wanted them. We are going to pick up a cord protector for the heater and I am going to move Penny and Tucker to the lower yard. Tucker and Penny can both be a challenge inside. Tucker has become a terrible counter surfer. I decided he was the culprit in eating all the dehydrated Zeal. (A 10 pound box is $110 so thank god it was only about 3 cups one day and 1 cup yesterday and the stuff was donated.) I put three spray bottles in front of the box and then the toaster. It is in one of those corner cubbies but the door is broke. I really don't see how he can get in there and drag the box out. I caught him in the act last night. Anyway, on putting him out, the water in the dog house won't freeze so I will only have to be concerned about changing it once a day.
Millie will go to the shop with Sarge. Zelda and Sahara really intimidate her and it breaks my heart. I think she will be happier down there. I will be working a lot in there so she will get a lot of attention. Hopefully Hanna will get to go back to her adopter as a forever foster. I've had to go out with a flash light several times a night to bring her in. When she starts this way, either Zelda or Sahara scare her away, same as they do Millie. I swear they are menopausal. Parker, too. He won't let Goofy in. That is one situation I just don't have a solution for.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Bentley got tired of 'easy listening' so we settled on one of the history channels. He got to learn all about the Pyramids of Gaza. Not sure what else he got to absorb until we both fell back asleep. This morning as I was switching channels I got some lady talking about what we had to be thankful for. My list is long. Sure, I wish it were longer and that the 'thankfuls' were of bigger magnitude (or sometimes less in numbers), but all in all, I'm lucky, thus thankful, for what (and who) I have.
Bentley has been fun and I will miss him when he leaves tomorrow, but several of the dogs will be delighted. Actually a lot of the dogs will be delighted. He chased Goofy all over the house this morning. To Goofy, it was not a game of chase. It was a run for (your) life and escape the sharp toothed little white monster. Lacy is tolerant but I actually heard what attempted to be a growl come from her this morning. I don't think she has ever growled in her life as the sound that she emitted was very strange. I thought she was choking. Zelda, Parker and Sissy have made it clear they are not in the mood for a puppy. Sahara avoids him. The rest are ok with him if only for a moment until he clamps his teeth in their tail or paw. Right now he is playing with a Tuffy toy. It's a donut ring and if he moves just right, it is going to end up around his neck. Big enough not to hurt him. Big enough to be amusing if it happens. He has already run into the wall while blindly race through the living room carrying it.
The situation with Zelda and Parker is worsening. Goofy and Millie ended up sleeping in the garage last night. There are beds, blankets and a heater, but they belong in the house. Hanna must have just been out under a tree. I could not find her. They were afraid to come in because of Zelda and Parker guarding the door. I may have to start putting the two of them (Zelda and Parker) in the family room at night. I posted on Cesars forum. I've had personal conversations with one of his trainees in the past concerning Bear. She posted that she has a very similar problem. She rarely gets more then 2 hours sleep in sequence either. So obviously this is not a rehabilitating situation or training situation. It's a reorganization issue.
Breakfast time. Bentley is using my chair leg as a pillow again. Sound asleep. Hopefully I can spin around without waking him up. He will want to help.
Evening: Spent a good part of the day in the shop rearranging and cleaning. The dogs were on their own and nothing was amiss or a mess. Hopefully they didn't spend their entire day sleeping so I can get some tonight.
Late: Almost tomorrow. Bentley is fine. It's getting everyone else straightened out. Millie is a basket case. They all scare her. I got her and Goofy inside. I closed Zelda, Hanna, Sahara, Sissy and Sweetness in my room. Penny and Mr. Counter Surfer (Tucker) are in the garage yard. I had to remove the heater for fear one would chew the cord. Lacy and Fez are in with Loren. Tomorrow Tucker and Penny are moving to the lower yard. I may try Millie with Sarge in the shop. Now that I have the shop organized, I will be spending a lot of time in there. I just want her to feel safe. I think Zelda or Sahara are the ones scaring her, but I can't move them. Besides they have this love-hate relationship that is a tight rope walk between them. Anyway, now I can't find Millie again. She went outside, I guess. At least there is no one to chase her out if she wants back in. My door is staying shut until morning. Bentley just went out to pee and poop so he will just have to 'hold it' for 6 hours while I go back to bed and hope for sleep.
11/23/11: Bentley was pretty good. It was the rest that kept me awake. So much for those 2 wonderful nights of sleep. I'll pray for rain.
Puppies are so darn funny. Bentley got Fez's big 'gear ring' tuffy toy. It's almost as big as he is. He was carrying it around but could not lift it high enough. Ended up with one leg in the center. He didn't navigate the step into the family room. Totally unfazed as he did a summersault. He is trying to play with Penny, but I think his sharp little teeth are not to endearing to her. I thought Millie, just having been a mother and her pups being this same age, she would have taken to him, but she has not. He loves following Fez, much to Fez's dismay. Tucker is trying to play with him, but he agrees with Penny on the tooth thing.
I get up twice to let him out to potty and both times he went right away. He did really good in his crate once I turned on the TV to easy listening music. I've got to get some canned food for him this morning. He did not know what to do with the kibble even after I took the hammer to it to make it his size. Mixed it with a little Honest Kitchen and he gobbled it right down. I think HK is a little too rich for him though. Been so long since I had such a young puppy around. Last ones were the 'shaky' puppies that were so full of coccidia. 2006! Anyway, he has curled up under my computer chair and I dare not move because he is using the leg as a head rest.
Just before midnight: Bentley has done so good. I was so exhausted, I put both of us to bed at 5:30!! He just woke me up to go out. That is 6 1/2 hours! His crate was dry and clean so the little guy held it really good. Loren says he is scary smart and he really is. In less then a day he learned the doggie door. At first he followed the others but by evening he had it conquered all on his own. He walks so good on leash. He is learning 'sit'. He is beginning to understand 'No'. He has figured out how to overcome physical barriers. He has no fear of anything. He rode the dust mop. It was a game. So was the broom. When I tried the vacuum, he came right up to the noise making thing to check it out. Actually dangerously close. We recently watched a program on how they select puppies for the guide dog program. So far he has passed all the 'tests' with flying colors. It would be great if his adopter would develop a training regiment and he could be another "Rayn". She is Chipi's daughter who is the Ronald McDonald House mascot and some title for the elderly. She has all kinds of certificates and awards. Bentley could sure be another Rayn. Anyway, he is back asleep now. Just a little barking and then understands I'm not coming back until morning.
11/22/11: I knew there was going to be a flip side to getting so much sleep. The stress level is back through the roof. Guess I needed the rest to manage what is ahead. It's not really dogs. It's timing and space. Well, I guess it is a little dog... Penny. I left her and Sarge in the shop because Fez went after her and because Sarge has not met Lacy who is coming for several days. It seemed logical. A better solution would have been in the lower yard, but there was a storm coming last night. I was so careful to gather everything up that Penny could get into. Famous words, right? Well, after moving them into the shop. my much anticipated supply order arrived. I took it down to the shop and opened it. Before I left to come back to the house, I moved everything back from the edge and raised the table to about 45" high. This morning when I went down with their food, part of my webbing was unrolled all over the floor and filthy. I was close to tears. She must have leaped from the rolled up carpet to the table and then had a great time. Everything was dirty. Hours and hours of work wasted. Once things are washed, they are not 'new'.
Dick, now known as Tucker, started limping late afternoon. He was fine at 3:00. I don't know what he did. I thought maybe it was a muscle cramp or he slept wrong as that was what he was doing; sleeping. Maybe he stepped wrong or slid on the tile. I don't know, but by 2:00 a.m. he was really hurting. I had given him some natural pain relief earlier but went to the 'hard stuff' I use for Sissy only half the dosage. This morning he is walking fairly well, but definite limp. I am not sure if he is still feeling good from the pain meds or if the leg is getting better. He is asleep.
Noon: Lacy arrived. Nancy arrived. We walked dogs. Lacy and Tucker didn't get to go. Tucker needs to rest the leg. Penny escaped the shop. She joined us for a walk. Luckily the hole was too small for Sarge. Penny is in the house now, asleep and farting profusely a few feet away from me. I think she is trying to convince me she is a good girl and no 'time outs'. Dogs have a different interpretation of aromas.
Stress level has subsided. I sold my Dyson so that helps. Tucker not having to go to the vet helps. Jane aka Bella is responding to the antibiotic and has adjusted very well to her new corgi buddies and the cats!!! She loves the cats and they love her. So she will be staying there over the holiday and I will just be 'on call' if needed. The puppy, Bentley is on his way here. Was suppose to be tomorrow, but this is even better. I already have an adopter for him. Just need to be sure he is healthy.
11/21/11: I love a light rain at night. They all stay in and are quiet. I went to bed at 7:45 and fell asleep right away. Unsure if I could trust Dick not to eat furniture, I put him in the garage yard with 2 stuffed Kongs and 3 flavors of Nylabones in hopes he would stay occupied and not eat the mattress or blankets. I removed the heater as that plug in would not have unplugged as easily. About midnight I heard him crying so gave in and let him in. He laid on the floor beside my bed (Sarge's usual spot) and did not move the rest of the night. (6:45 a.m.). Millie was there too. He could have stayed put because Zelda had the exit route blocked, but I think he was just content and had no desire to leave. He is bonding with me way to thick. He needs a home fast so that love can go to a 'forever' person.
How do you tell a dog not to bond? That this is just temporary. The long termers know they are here to stay and can relax the 'shadow' mode. But then they feel left out a bit simply because of the crowd they have to navigate to get to me. And I feel terrible having Penny and Sarge out of the house. Penny is resilient but Sarge is not. He is emotionally suffering. I just don't know if I can handle 15 dogs in the house when they all decide they want to be in the same room with me. It is the newer ones, the not totally secure ones, who lash out. I really feel it is their desire to be my 'possessor'.
11/20/11: The day started at midnight. Actually a few minutes after, but who cares when you get woke up what the precise moment is. A huge thunder roll. Doggie door flapping repeatedly and Parker jumping into my bath tub. Good thing I got up as he had hit the hot water faucet on entry. It was just a drizzle but eventually would have been hot. I scotch taped them closed and mopped up the water and left him some dry towels in the tub. He tried to bury his head under one. It is a big tub so I was considering climbing in with him to cuddle him. But then I heard Dick. He had been crying earlier for Jane. This was now a cry of panic.
I grabbed shoes, closed off the family room and ran out in the torrential rain to bring him up. He was overjoyed. We were drenched. The dogs knew there was a 'stranger' in the family room so I had to go back out in the rain and around to the front door. If I had planned better.... oh well. So anyway, I grabbed a dry shirt to sleep in, my pillow and several towels. Back out the front door into the rain and around to the family room door. The direct route into the family room from the kitchen was still guarded by several dogs. I got us both dry and we both settled in for the rest of the night. He on the floor so close to the sofa where I was, that it vibrated from his breathing when he fell asleep.
I didn't realize I had actually fallen back asleep, but when I got up, it was 5:45. The house dogs were still asleep so I took the short cut into the house. Helped Parker out of the tub. Made my own 'pit stop' and then put a note on the family room door. "do not enter' and went back out with Dick. Took him for a potty walk and then curled back up on the sofa. Curling is required as it is half a sectional or in other words no bigger then a love seat. Did catch another 45 minutes of sleep before I got up for the day and put Dick in the garage yard.
After all were fed, I began introductions. Sarge and Penny were a bit snarky, which I expected. They got to go to the lower yard. They will do fine there for the day. Everyone else just took Dick's presence in stride and accepted him with no big deal. It's not quite 9 a.m. and Dick has settled in right next to my desk. Everyone is taking their morning nap. Rain stopped but looks like it will start again. One of those gloomy weather days making a good excuse to do nothing.
Evening: Actually only 4:00 but feels like bed time. Tried for the umpteenth time to get Green Forest AC registered with Petfinder. This time all their "State or Province" drop downs were broke. I just copied and pasted the form into an email and said "here". And if that frustration wasn't enough, in my effort to bring Sarge and Penny back up to the house, a fight broke out. It was neither Penny's nor Sarge's fault, other then their presence. For some totally unknown reason, Fez went after Penny. And of course, she was stupid enough to fight back when just accepting the warning would have ended it all. I hung on to Sarge for dear life, but could not get him on the other side of the gate. I screamed so loud for help that some hunters drove off the hill to come to my rescue. Embarrassing for me, but really thoughtful and nice of them. It made me feel a little less resentful of hunters. Anyway, Sarge and Penny are in the lower yard to stay until I feel like I can try again. I need to analyze what I might have done wrong to trigger this. This move took several trips. I had to put the mattresses back and the 'repaired' heater back. They won't stay as warm as Dick would so need it.
Dick has not left my side. Sadly I can't figure out who is intimidating Hanna. She started staying out about a week ago and afraid to come past the gate. I know it has nothing to do with Dick because he was in the lower yard until last night. I just don't know what happened. I suspect Zelda had some "words" with her, but I don't know why. Hanna is so good. She never gets in any trouble. Never bothers the others and stays out of their way. I don't think Millie is the cause. I'll just keep getting up and down during the night looking for her and making sure she can come in if she wants to. She will have the garage for shelter, but her being afraid to come in has got to be solved.
11/19/11: Jane went home with her new 'mommy' today. Dick has been quite lonesome, but they were becoming competitive over attention. I'm sure it has been the most attention they have had, so it is understandable. I will try Penny with him tomorrow.
I forgot to mention the interesting event before I left with Toby yesterday. I made a grill cheese sandwich and was on the sofa eating it just before time to leave. Fez came up and watched me intently. I shook my head 'no'. He went over and picked up a squeaky toy and came back and dropped it in my lap. I cracked up laughing and still said 'no'. Then he reached down and picked it up and pushed it at me and laid it in my lap again. Now if that was not 'smart' enough, today when I was calling them inside, he was standing by the gate. Everyone was heading in. I said "Fez, bring your toy with you" and he walked over about 10 feet away, picked it up and brought it in. Loren and I stood there in disbelief. I know dogs understand a lot more then we give them credit for, but there was no gesturing, just words. And the toy was not even in his line of vision.
Some of my friends have recently been treated to the choir. It seems like they are keying in on when I am on the phone. Within a few minutes of the start of a conversation, they chime in with barks and howls and yodels; mostly howls. Millie has found her voice and boy does she prove she is a hound! People on the phone are amazed at how 13 dogs can harmonize. Not!
This evening just before dark, something was up on the road. Millie spotted it first. Hounds can run, but Penny started about 2 seconds after her and passed her flying half way up the hill. That dog can fly. It resembled when you are doing 60 on the highway and some guy passes you doing 80. It was amazing how quickly she gained on her and then flew past. No one else was even close.
All is quiet. Maybe if I sneak, they won't know I went to bed. Going to bed is the cue to start barking. "Momma's going to sleep. Time to protect her and chase off all the potential intruders.".
11/18/11: Where has the week gone? Wed. Dick and Jane went in to be altered. They crated up good. Dick is more confident and went right into the vets. Jane was not so sure. Took some coaxing. She weighs 56 and he, 67. I can't even remember the rest of the day. Only remember that from the note on my calendar. Just know it was non-stop. Did get my webbing and hardware order in to make the martingales. (email confirmation in my inbox). What other clues might be laying around?
Thursday we picked up Dick and Jane from the vets. Boy were they glad to leave. Dick was obsessed with his stitches. I e-collared him but he could still reach them. I took that off and put the donut on him. He could still reach the stitches. So I put the e-collar on with the donut. I have slowed him down. What is so amazing is he just takes all this 'neck wear' in stride! Even more amazing is the fact Jane didn't chew it off him.
Got all Toby's stuff together and met Cathy at 2:45 for our trip to the transport. We walked them when we arrived. We were early. Toby's leash was soaked. I later discovered he had thrown up. He does not travel well, poor guy. Anyway, holding a puke soaked leash is a step up from holding a pee soaked leash. OK, maybe not. He looked so sad at me when he was getting loaded into the hauler. I had not realized that I had become attached to him. Putting a dog on commercial transport is a horrible experience. You feel so helpless and they look at you like, "Why are you doing this to me? I want to stay with you". I just can't do this again.
If I had not went with Cathy, I would never have gotten there. How totally confusing. Then it was so dark when we left Walnut Ridge, we went in overpass circles I don't know how many times. Got home after 8:30, maybe almost 9:00. Still had to feed Dick and Jane. That is when I was down there doing the collar combining, in the dark trying to hold the flash light. Loren broke the little one I could hold in my teeth, so this one was between my knees. Teeth work better.
Addendum to 11/14/11 Green Forest transport: Last nights transport adventure reminded me I had not followed up on the GF to Branson experience. Linda R is really a neat gal. I followed her to Harrison where she left off her truck and joined me for the rest of the trip. She had Mollie on her lap both in her truck and in my SUV. Mollie is a 40 pound hound/spaniel mix (?) In the first leg of the trip before Linda joined me, Mollie was all over helping her drive, making sure I was following, checking out passing cars. In my vehicle, Petey barked. And barked. I ended up singing to him. It worked. At least "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" worked. I tried "You are my Sunshine". That one didn't. I tried a few 50's classics and he didn't like them either. But when I'd go back to "Twinkle" he would be quiet. Weird, I know. Maybe it is because "Twinkle" does not require being able to carry a tune.
After Linda joined me, he was barking some. A pathetic harmony probably made him decide to shut up so he would not have to listen to "us". Mollie decided to travel the plastic crate tops until she found one she liked and rode perched atop Abby's. Linda turned to either check on Mollie or shush Petey. All of a sudden she is laughing hysterically. I had not a clue what about. She had tears and could not talk. Finally she could tell me that when she had turned, she flung her cell phone. Petey buried his head in the blanket. She thought he was eating it. He was in a wire crate so with the perfect situation, it could have ended up in his crate. After several minutes of searching, she used my phone to call her phone. Luckily it did not ring from Peteys belly. It rang from the back floor.
11/15/11: I love a little rain. Not a storm, just enough to keep the dogs in so I am not up all night being door monitor. It is 2:49 a.m. and I got some pretty good sleep from 9:00 p.m. Now I'm awake. Way more sleep then I'm use to.
Crossing my fingers. I have potential adopters for both Dick and Jane. The one interested in Dick adopted from me last year and now looking for another playmate for her. The one for Jane is looking real good. I love when I get such great people interested in these guys.
Yesterday was a long day but I really enjoyed getting to know Linda during the several hours we traveled together taking 5 of the Green Forest dogs to a rescue in Branson. Handing the dogs over was bitter sweet. No matter where they go, you always feel sorry that you can't explain it to them. They are scared and you just want to hug them and reassure them, not just have them in a crate for a long ride into the unknown. Guess that is why I just hate using a commercial transport. It is so impersonal. You want one of my dogs, come get it. Or I'll meet you part way. I'm too sensitive for this. Some people harden through the years. I get softer with every rescue (if that is possible) even if they were not mine, but just helping others. Linda and I both hated to say goodbye to Mollie, one I would have taken if she had been left without another rescue. But I got enough. I got too many.
Still Sarge tension. Sometimes I think he is the instigator and other times, it's Parker. Fez gets in the middle trying to be referee and he just does not have the diplomacy that Goofy has. Kind of a Rambo in Fez and a Winston Churchill in Goofy.
Think I will eat my yesterday cinnamon roll and go back to bed.
11/14/11: I remember the day when I was on a dog chat site and thinking, "Wow, I have 7 dogs!" "7dogCarol" was my log-in. That was at the beginning of my physical (and emotional) decline. I'll never be at 22 again. Yes, never! Sixteen is even pretty hard anymore. Friday will be 15 as Toby leaves Thursday afternoon. But he is not a problem. Actually none in and of themselves are problems. It's numbers. It's the little things. The "You can't come in" and the amazing feat of not being electrocuted last night.
Dick and Jane no longer have a heater. It is a wonder Dick and Jane still have fur or a dog house. I suspect they managed to unplug it before they (which ever, but strongly suspect Jane) chewed the cord in two. I'm beginning to suspect these 2 are younger then 10 or 11 months. This is not adolescent Pyr behavior. At least not the Pyrs I've had in that age bracket. Jason, Swiffer, Brooks, Mazi. Got to be the Komondor in these two.
And poor Red. He was only here for a few hours when Penny tore his heart out and left him without a voice. Squeaky parrot is dead. He was Fez's new toy. I'll perform resuscitation surgery as soon as I can find a place to buy squeakers. Fez is heartbroken.
Be working on an application for Jane soon, unless the new event dissuades the applicant. Given attention and supervision, (and putting everything out of her reach) she will outgrow it soon enough.
Then off to Green Forest to help transport 5 dogs to Branson. I won't be home until around 6:30. A long 7 hour day.
11/13/11: Barely, still... 11:07 p.m. Up playing door monitor for the umpteenth time. I think there were a few 'dozes' in there somewhere. I have got to solve this problem. And I swear this is the 15th night with a full moon. "Oh, lets all go out and bark at the moon." Thump, bang. Thump, bang. Thump, bang. Thump, bang. Thump, bang. Thump, bang. Thump, bang. Thump, bang. Thump, bang. Time lapse... Faint distant barking. "OK, I've done my share, time to come in. Oh dear, someone is growling on the inside of the doggie door. I'll just call for help. Bark... pause... Bark... pause... Bark..." "I'm done. Oops. Growling on the inside. I'll just scratch for help. Scratch... pause... Scratch... pause... Scratch..." "Boring! I'll go back inside. Uh-oh, too dangerous. I'll just bang on the door for help. Bang, bang, bang... pause. Bang, bang, bang... pause. Bang, bang, bang... pause." "Scared all those moon critters away. I'll hang out on the deck and keep them at bay. Bark... pause... Bark... pause... Bark..." "Come on in, it'll keep you safe." "Nah, I'll just hang out here. Bark... pause... Bark... pause... Bark..." So here I sit, wide awake but tired as an old lady can get... but the interruptions continue. "Come on, guys. There are plenty of beds and floor space to go around. Just pick a spot that is NOT under my desk." Crunch, crunch, crunch. "That is not a good sound!" step, step, step...... "Penny!! Not another jar of Vaseline!! Crap!" At least it wasn't the TV remote.
I have 2 dogs that really fart and both take every opportunity to dine on things that are not meant for consumption or re-consumption. The Vaseline, I just need to keep up higher. The poop... well, scooping up on the 3 acres after 13 dogs is just not going to happen. Just don't even think about any dog kisses.
As for the past 23 hours and 55 minutes, I did get a little more sleep then so far tonight. Also took a mini nap. The kind when you are so exhausted, you doze and your neck gets whip lash from your head going forward until your chin bangs your chest. As for accomplishments: crashed my website while trying to clean it up. Loren to the rescue. It was only a mess for about 2 hours. Accomplishment 2: Caused an almost fight between Dick and Jane. They are both wanting my attention but stopping petting them both, even at the same time and jealousy erupted. A bang of the dog food bowls against the steel door distracted them from each other. Poor things are just so love and attention starved. Once they have some stability and are not competing against each other, this will end. There is no food problems at all even as thin and hungry as they were, so I don't see the jealousy thing being any more then a 'finding position' thing. Accomplishment 3: Experimented with the inner stability of the collars I'm making. Washed some buckram to see if that will remain stiff enough to hold shape. Probably not, but won't know until it's dry.
It has slipped into tomorrow. I'm going to start the 14th with another attempt at sleep. I can hear Bear barking from all the way at this end of the house. Ear plugs. Got to remember ear plugs next time we are in town. Alternative: Benadryl.
11/12/11: New Rule. Always double check the gates when moving dogs after dark (or any time). It got colder then predicted so I moved Penny and Toby out of the yard and back to the house last night. Toby needed to go in the garage, but I had not closed off the gate into the big yard. Parker, Sarge, Fez and others came barreling in to see what was going on. I tied Toby to the fence and had to go all the way around to get in the yard. A fight broke out between the 3. I'm sure it was Parkers doing and he got the worst end of it. Goofy was barking "break it up". He does not like discontent. He won't fight, but he will let it be known he is not going to put up with their bad behavior. Luckily the water was on and the hose within reach. It seemed like it lasted forever, but it was about 2 minutes.
Parker is becoming a problem. Now that he feels good and he got spoiled during his recovery, he is really trying to 'manage' the coming and going of all the males. I had to get up twice last night to escort Goofy in. He will stand by the door and bark. Parker growls. I got up twice to let Sarge in. He 'knocks' on the door to be escorted in. Parker growls. I got up twice to let Fez in. He bangs on the door to be escorted in. Parker growls. Then we have Zelda managing the girls coming and going. Got up twice to let Chipi in. She barks to be escorted in. Zelda growls. I got up once to let Sweetness in. She also barks to be escorted in. Zelda growls. I got up once to let Hanna and Penny in together. Penny is the spokesperson. Zelda growls. And I got up once to let Penny in, she scratches at the door when it's just her, and another time to let Hanna, who sends me ESP messages, in on a separate occasion. If I ever plan to get any sleep. I'm going to have to figure out what to do with Parker and Zelda. I guess I need another way in and out of the house and into a yard.
Possibly all the Green Forest dogs are saved!! We will know Sunday night how many a Branson rescue is taking. I'll help Linda R. with transport. It's out of my way, but she would be making 3 to 4 trips! With my SUV, we can each do one, or might even be able to just use mine. Depends on who will crate with who and how many.
I'm riding with Cathy to Transport on Thursday. She has one going and I have Toby going. So glad I don't have to drive and we can split the gas. I could not do Monday if I was having to do Thursday too.
Got a call from someone needing a dog as a deterrent for thieves. Not a guard dog, just one that would not greet everyone with a tail wag. Turned out Miss Lucky, a courtesy listing, fit the situation. I am SO happy this worked out. Now the gentleman can move into assisted living and get the care he needs. He has been putting it off for a long time wanting to be sure his beloved dog went to a good place. This is the second placement in less then a week of courtesy listing of a dog needing re-homed by an elderly owner. And I helped get about a dozen of the Green Forest dogs saved. My dogs turns for homes!! Finally have some flyers made up to post.
Picked up some various colored bath towels at Big Lots for the collar/leashes I'm making. Got to get the wholesale paperwork submitted for the webbing. I still need something thin, washable and not too flexible for the center so they will keep their shape. I had some stuff that I have not a clue what it was on or for but that was perfect. I have used it all up. I think maybe it was off a girdle type back brace. Anyway, also picked up a cheap squeaky toy for Fez. He just knew we brought him a surprise. It is so nice to give someone something that is so appreciated, even if it is a dog.
11/11/11: (not quite yet) Last time (only time the living) we will see all the numbers the same 4 times in one year for 100 years. This should be significant to everyone on the planet. Something like 'where were you when JFK was shot or the twin towers blown up?' Where was I when 11/11/11 arrived? In bed, surrounded by dogs, pillow over my head trying not to hear the rest barking. That is my prediction. Sort of like welcoming in the New Year. I'll try to sleep through that too.
11/11/11: (on it's way out) 6:00 p.m. Such a lovely morning and great weather so spent the first hour after feeding, raking leaves in Dick and Jane's yard. Seems I did that just a few days ago. Sure didn't look like it. I gave them praise too soon. They only use the little yard off to the side as a bathroom most of the time. My rake and shoe found the rest. I patched up a few holes in the dry wall in the dog house that a previous dog made. One of them did not like my patch job. Duct tape is just too enticing.
Made it out to give Diana's puppy it's shot. Then spent a good part of the afternoon working on the collar/leads I'm making to sell. Getting my ideas perfected. Been online looking at a bunch. Mine will definitely be just as good or better and a lot less expensive.
Loren is ready to settle in and watch some TV. Me too.
11/10/11: Busy day. Cold morning. I felt like my body would crack by the time I got done with water and poop scooping. Dick and Jane have set up housekeeping. The small side pen I use when I have a dog with food issues has become their bathroom. The dog house their kitchen and bedroom and the carpet under the carport shelter, their living room. Koms are so smart! They are also catching on that if they want me to come in, they need to be polite host and hostess. Or maybe it's "be nice to the hired help" (maid and cook). Dick had to have a dew claw cut out of his pad and it bled. He did not make any attempt to remove the bandage!!! They are both such great dogs... only the mattress incident did kind of make them less then perfect. I think it was Jane. Sort of the Eve in the garden of Eden.
Got Millie's stitches out. Picked up Bindy's paperwork. Totally forgot to take some printer ink by for Clyde. I have no use for these cartridges and I think they will fit his printer. Made a dog shuffling attempt which put me in one awful mood. But recovered by afternoon. Forgot to return the empty goats milk bucket. Forgot to pick up DHLPP puppy shorts for an adopter who had a stroke and can't drive. Did remember to get envelopes. Printer ink came so got some printing finished. The list of what I accomplished seems short compared to what I forgot to do. Just one of those days when you feel like you are running in place and making no progress.
Millie has finally quit coughing. I was getting concerned. I think she got her neck hurt at some point. Fez and Sarge went at it a little more then a snarl. Fez is very jealous and so is Parker. Sarge just goes with the flow but he is the one who has to be removed when things get out of control. Unfair, but I have no other option. Today I put him in the shop, but went down there for about 2 hours and worked and kept him company.
Susan, my neighbor came over to help me get my facebook back up. No wonder it was all messed up. You know when you look at something and you really don't see it? It was set up as Ozarks dog. The "s" was on the wrong word. Like 8 months and I never caught that. Someone set it up for me and I just never paid attention. At least the name is right now but I just don't understand it. Any of it. I want to try to get AC dogs up. I think it will open up more chances for them to be saved. Might get more interest in my adoptables too. I don't have time for it, but I need to make time. I need to learn it first though, or I'll have a 'losing my mind' moment. No... more 'losing my mind moments'.
11/09/11: This time change still has me off schedule. It seems to be worse this year. Blame it on Global Warming. Could not possibly be old age or exhaustion.
Picked up Toby early. They were not sure if he had been walked. It was obvious he had not when we got outside. Poor guy peed for a good 2 minutes. I'm serious! I didn't think he was ever going to stop. Then when we got home I put him in the garage yard. I was concerned because it is so cold. Put a heater in there. When all the house dogs saw him it was total quiet!!! Obviously he was putting off good vibes.
Dick and Jane did good for their ride to and from the groomers. Dick has double dew claws on one front paw!!! I have never seen that! It had curled and grown into the pad just like a rear one. He has made no attempt to chew off the bandage. I started him on antibiotics. Took some pix while they are clean. Too tired to put them up tonight.
That calm feeling I had a few days ago has gone. I'm feeling the pressure of having dogs outside with a freeze coming. They have heat, but it's a carrying water issue.
11/08/11: When I went down to feed, Dick and Jane were not in sight. I'm thinking how happy I am they are utilizing the dog house in the rain. I am so proud of them for learning the door goes "in" as well as out. Pride and happiness were short lived. Once I entered the yard there was a hint of things to come. A small piece of foam rubber. A piece of vinyl. Some stuffing. One mattress was untouched. Probably because dawn came too soon. The other was hardly recognizable. It was strung from corner to corner. They were oblivious to having done anything wrong. I kicked some of the mess out of the way and feds them then proceeded to clean up the mess and haul out the other mattress before they stared on it. I left the blankets. I hope that was wise. They were not chewed up when I went down to feed them lunch a few minutes ago.
Mess cleaning up ran us a little behind but Toby still got in for his neuter.
Betty and Nancy came but as we walked out the front door with 5 of the dogs, the rain started coming down pretty heavy. Dogs really didn't mind. We did. So instead they got an hour and a half brushing. That was fine with everyone but Zelda and Goofy. Walk, yes. Brushing, no. Hanna could curl up in my lap (or any ones) and be brushed all day. So could Penny and Sarge, but they don't need much. Millie is getting braver and was coming for attention too. She is such a good girl.
I did not get a lot of sleep last night. I kept hearing someone chewing on plastic. I'd get up and look and nothing. Turn on lights, check the floor. Nothing. Go back to bed and it would start again. This went on for hours. Finally it dawned on me. We have plastic vertical blinds on the sliding door between Bears room and the kitchen. Sahara was laying against them. When I would get up, she would raise up to watch me. When I'd go back to bed, she would lay back down. I guess as she breathed, they would make the noise. I got her to move and the noise quit so that is what it must have been.
11/07/11: Dick and Jane got their DHLPP this morning. Too tired last night. Got to go down later and get some Advantix on them. Found a few ticks. Grooming this Wednesday and spay and neuter a week from Wednesday. Could have been earlier but I want to get them as healthy as possible and hope she does not come in heat in the next week. They are so inseparable, I want to have them done at the same time. I don't think he knows he is a he and she is a she. Besides if he gets too frisky, she curls her lip at him.
Back to smooth sailing. Someone else is going to check on the OES in Lead Hill. So glad. She may already be snatched up. I just could not call and then not commit if she was still there.
I forgot about the time change Sunday morning. I was up at 3:40 a.m. No wonder the day seemed so long and the dogs were all off schedule.. Actually they were not. I was. Hours of sleep were still the same... I think. I get so mixed up. Just wish they'd leave it alone.
Brought Sarge back up to the house this morning. Time outs really work. Penny is still with Toby. He needs the company. She will just have to endure until the 17th when he heads out to his foster home up north. She does not mind too much. She really has no one in the house to play with.
11/6/11: They let me sleep (with 2 minor interruptions) from 9:00 p.m. to 4:40 a.m. Not quite sure how to handle so much rest. I do wish Parker would quit intimidating Sarge at the doggie door and I wish Fez could refrain from 'checking the squeaker' in his toys every hour or so. I'll learn to sleep through the squeaking, as I have Bear distant barking, but Sarge's door knocking requires I get out of bed, open the door and escort him past Parker.
The lady who got Bindy called last night. She just adores her and sounds like the feeling is mutual. She was concerned that Bindy had not eaten. Clyde often made chicken and rice for the dogs and added to the kibble. But I told her a few skipped meals would be good for Bindy. She needs to take off about 15 pounds.
Dick and Jane (and Toby, the Save a Lab foster) were so good last night. Not a peep. I was pleasantly surprised. (or else I slept through it). Dick (I hate that name) learned the doggie door, but Jane is afraid of it. We will play some treat games today so she will get use to it. It is obvious neither have ever been inside a house. They were both curious and insecure on the tile. It's just a cheap shop type tile, not slick, but not feeling like grass or dirt either. Dick sniffed the walls and checked out the beds. Jane just stood in the open doorway. I will feed them in there so they become comfortable.
There is a stray female OES in Lead Hill. Damn! It's "got to go". I bet anything it's not an OES, but a Komondor. Where will I put it??? I'll call this morning. If it is meant to be, it will still be there, and if not, it will be gone. Only ones I can take are the 'rarer' breeds that will have lots of interest and I can find great homes for fast. I just can't carry water, which I have to do in winter. What happened to my resolution to 'quit'? It is like saying you plugged your last hole in the dam and then it springs a leak. You can't quit as long as you can save another life.
Evening: I did not call. I have absolutely no where to put her (the Lead Hill dog). Sarge went a little too far with Parker. Not a fight, but really pushing it. He is in the shop for the night. When I put him there the other day, he found a beef bone that I had way up high on a shelf. I do not feed the commercially made dog bones. Well, he devoured it. I double checked everything so hopefully I did not miss anything that might be edible. Or at least that he considers edible. Normally he doe not get into things. I did notice he broke a canine. I'm sure it was not broke a few days ago. I'm sure it was that bone as he does not pull on the fence like he once did. Anyway, Toby the foster and Penny are together in the yard behind the house. I was going to bring her back up for the night, but they are having such a great time together. She needs a rough playmate and he needs someone to burn off energy with. No food issues, so it will work out well. Dick and Jane are in the lower yard and learning to appreciate the dog house. They are so great. I raked leaves out of there for well over an hour and Loren came down and set with them. They are just my kind of dogs. Was able to get their DHLPP shots at All Pet. They were $2.20 cheaper then at the farm store!!! I read the label real good to be sure it was the right thing.
I talked to the people that have Mazy. They love her, but the wife is not overjoyed with the shedding. I suggested they change her food to grain free. It sure helped the ones that are my major shedders. Wish I could put them all on it, but can't find a distributor who will give me a deal.
I got more goats milk today. The man I met at the vets whose dog I wanted to help save but we couldn't, is providing it. The dogs love it! I know field Pyr pups raised on it do really great. I'm learning the right amounts, etc. He is going to have to re-home his ASD. Sounds like a great dog, but she has decided she does not want any female dogs too close to the house. Sometimes his field dogs are just sticking with the livestock and she won't have it. He was telling me about her. He said his granddaughter brought over her flute and "Duchess" knew every song she played. He gave me an example over the phone. She has quite a vocal range! It is hard being a farmer and having to make these decisions but I am glad he really cares that she gets a good home. A rare person in this area of 'if it don't earn it's keep, shoot it' mentality. I'm glad I met him. Restores my faith in farmers.
11/5/11: "Dick and Jane" came today. They are adorable and so sweet. Lovely people who found them brought them over. She named them and wanted me to keep the names. Jane is always dominating in photos with them together so it is usually Jane and Dick. I also promised they would only go to companion homes and that I would do my best to keep them together.
Had a great lunch with Cathy. We need to get together more often. I didn't realize the farm supply closed at 2:00 so missed by 15 minutes of being able to buy the DHLPP shots. Now I have to wait until Monday. I usually have plenty in the fridge but these 2 dogs were not in my plan. Actually no new ones were in the plan until late Spring. Anyway, since I was going one way and Staples was the opposite, I called Loren to go pick up an ink cartridge for me only to get there and find out they don't carry that one. So a lot of miles for both of us to accomplish nothing.
House cleaning tomorrow. Bath and bed here shortly. I hope everyone is quiet.
11/4/11: Normal people are sleeping. I just got back from a fruitless (unless toy retrieval counts) from another 3 a.m. stroll up the hill. Zelda was licking her stitches. I put one of those blow up collars on her. I have 2. One was for Penny and the other for Parker. Well, since she is 'in between' Parkers is too big. No other choice at this time of the morning. Her regular collar is a combo that I just put a buckle on so I am thinking, "good, I can secure it so she won't get it off and lose it and Penny chew holes in it". The "D" ring on the blow up collar is too small for a 1" collar. I go down to the shop and get a 3/4" regular snap collar (I have no buckle collars). Come back and she is missing. Knew I should have locked her in. After a 15 minute search, new flashlight in hand and collecting toys along the way, I give up. By now all the dogs are awake and I am the Pied Piper with a pack following me. Several wanting to claim the toys I'm carrying. Those collars are expensive. Where the heck is Zelda? I finally turn on house lights and find her hiding in the family room. OK, maybe she wasn't really hiding, but in the dark, she had looked like one of the blankets on the floor. I try to slip the 3/4" buckle through the "D" ring, only for it also to be too big. I have no half inch long enough. The snap buckles on the citronella collars come off! Yeah! So I take off the spray box and I use one of those. Success. By now it is 2 minutes to 4. I'm wide awake. We are leaving in 4 hours for Springfield and then to pick up the dog in Green Forrest for "Save a Lab" rescue. So by the time I get back to sleep, it will be time to get up. This feels like Déjà vou.
Evening: Emotional rollercoaster. Bindy, my adopters 'other' dog got a wonderful home today. It all happened quickly but I am very pleased with the lady who adopted her. Keeping fingers crossed the adjustment to new surroundings and new humans and animals goes smoothly.
I picked up the yellow Lab for 'Save a Lab' rescue. He is sweet. He also got very car sick. Poor guy. He and Penny made friends, but I did bring her back up to the house for the night.
I'm getting 2 Komondors tomorrow. Strays that wandered up to some peoples place. Starving and matted. One is social, the other a bit unsure. Hopefully I'll be able to get them in to be groomed Tuesday or Wed. Got to pick up some shots tomorrow for them. Have one dose of wormer. Need a second. I would not be taking any dogs but I already have a waiting list for Koms. I'll start going through it tomorrow. Some people have been waiting for a long time so not sure who is still looking.
11/3/11: A little rain last night but obviously not a storm. That is starting now, this morning, before dawn. I woke up to the thundering sound of beating paws, slapping doggie door flap and the reverberation of barking as all but Fez and Parker (who was seeking a bathtub) went clambering out to chase off a critter invading the yard. The escapade was short lived when they realized the wind was strong enough to blow them off their paws. All dogs accounted for, but Fez's favorite new toy is not. I may feel bad but not THAT bad! He will just have to settle for another.
I talked to Amanda last night. I am heartsick I will not be able to help 'Suzi' the farmers Komondor/Pyr. The jaw will take a specialist and surgery and then she may still live in pain the rest of her life. Amanda and 3 other vets worked for 2 hours to try to get the jaw back in place. She said they tried every trick in the book and online. It is just skewed so bad. She is sure it is not broke, just terribly dislocated. She cannot close her mouth because her canines line up instead of overlap. Pulling 2 of the teeth would solve that (me talking, not the vet) but that would not alleviate the pain. My brain has been working every waking minute, but there is just no way we can (1) make a trip to Memphis) and (2) take on several thousand dollars in vet bills for her and then not even know if it would stay in place or if she would have a pain free life. I'm devastated. I looked in that face. I touched her. I wanted to give her a retirement home and lots of love. She reminded me of Gretel, the one in Rockford, IL. that I tried so hard to save. We all have our breed passions, and she is mine.
I will be there at 8:00 to pick up Zelda. I hated that she had to spend the night, but her surgery wasn't over until afternoon. It was more extensive then hoped for. It will be 2 to 3 weeks before the biopsy results are in. I am afraid if it is cancer, I am going to totally fall apart. Actually it is something I really don't want to know because then she will know and the others will know. Maybe they already do. But I have to maintain the continued balance. If my routine changes or my attention pattern is changed, there will be resentment and she could easily become a target of jealousy. Zelda is about 7 years old. I won't put her through chemo or anything that makes her miserable. I'll just keep her comfortable how ever possible and as long as I can. But first I have to put the 'what if' out of my mind and be optimistic and it will have just been a bump on her butt.
Evening: It's only 6:30 and I'm about to call it a day. I feel so bad but I had to put Sarge down in the yard. I turned up the heat in the dog house for him as it is cold. Tomorrow I will have to move him to the shop. He has terrorized Millie. He is also getting more pushy with Parker. He is old and just wants to be my shadow and does not want anyone else in his way. I have been spending a lot of time in the shop, so he will get one on one attention until I can figure out what to do to resolve the problem and get him back into the pack.
I was getting out the flash light to go hunt Millie again. Luckily Loren saw her curled up asleep in the living room. I need to be a better looker! She is so quiet and can almost make herself invisible.
The dog I was pulling tomorrow got adopted today. A little disappointed. A little concerned. I always worry when a dog is labeled a Pyrenees that some 'hobby' farmer will take it home and then shoot it when it eats the chickens or chases the goats. There is a reason these dogs are in shelters or rescues. If they were good field guardians, that is where they would be... in the field. So I will most likely just be bringing home the yellow lab for another rescue and fostering it for the 14 days so it can go on transport. It will be sharing space with Julia for 2 nights. The little dog may have to be in the house for those nights. I just don't have space with Sarge being a poop.
11/2/11: It's going to be OK. You know that peaceful feeling, sometimes way too rare, that just comes over you? You just know all of a sudden everything is going to work out right. That you are personally headed in the right direction. That is how I feel this morning. I posted both on freecycle and trading post to get donations of dog food, dog houses and crates for the Green Forest dogs. I was trying to sell several of mine because I still have vet bills that I can't pay, but somehow that seems secondary right now. We will hook up the trailer Friday and take over at least one of the igloos and several of the plastic crates. If they pile bales of straw around the crates, the dogs will not freeze. I also have a 50 pound bag of dog food given to me by the distributor I get my dog food from. I won't feed it because I am particular. They are just hungry.
I have really gotten making the new slip collars down. We used one yesterday to walk Sweetness, the tow truck dog. What a difference! I did discover that my "big" was still way too small for Fez. Anyway, I've used up scrap webbing experimenting to get it just right and I've got it. Get out the credit card and order webbing and I should be able to start making some money with these. Ones online wholesale for $16. I'll price mine at $12.50 to anyone and also offer custom with specific dog breed on them for $4 or $5 more in the future. Not priced the cost of the imprints yet.
Time to feed the dogs breakfast and get started on another busy day. Zelda goes to the vet at 10 for a hemorrhoid. I had forgotten it was her that was in 2 months ago and they found her anal glands impacted. This is so unusual for a large breed dog. Of course, she is the only one of them all who absolutely refuses to even eat her food if there is any supplements in it or anything that does not smell like chicken or tuna or hamburger. You can not imagine how nice it is not to have to go feed and water dogs outside.
OK, brief utopia... Just got back from the vets. Got to talking to a farmer. First conversation led to his ASD attacking his livestock guardian Pyr. Dislocated or broken jaw. If it can be popped back in place, he keeps the dog. If it requires surgery, she is mine. She is a Komondor/ Pyr about 5 years old. He's a very nice person. I understand his situation. It was just fate that put me in the right place at the right time. He has to replace this field dog so may have to find another home for the ASD. He will let me help through NASRN.
Zelda will have surgery. Amanda is concerned as to the location and that it could be malignant. It is not a hemorrhoid. I should feel a mountain caving in on me, but I don't. I feel just fine.
11/1/11: I was sleeping so good. Ugh! 3 a.m. and wide awake now. They all went tearing out of the house. I could not find Millie so my first thought is she went out, they still consider her a stranger, and when she tried to come back in, they ran her off. That was my logic. Another logic, she would not come when called because she doesn't know her name yet. I got out the new high beam flashlight and went walking way up and down the hill, calling. I looked for about 20 minutes, doing my best to avoid poop piles in the dark. This was getting no where. I went back to the house knowing they all would follow me and she might be less frightened and come out of hiding. One sweep of the house. Something I should have done first. Sound asleep on the sofa in the family room!! I took her out to potty since I had woken her up then stayed to be sure she could get back in. While I was out, I let Penny out of her 'time out' (garage yard) where she had been all night. Earlier she had kept Millie from coming near the house, running her off way up on the hill and then blocking her way when she'd try to head back. Penny got the message. I actually think they will be playmates if Penny gives her a chance.
Half have run back out. The night is comfortable. I just went out in my night shirt (a long oversized T-shirt) and was not cold. It may get a bit colder, but Millie is not going to get too cold if she stays out. Fez and Sarge are attached to me. I think Sweetness is keeping the bed safe and my spot warm. Enough adventure for one night/ morning. Going back to bed. Got to be up in 3 hours.
Evening: Even my computer is tired. Nancy and Betty came and all the dogs got walked. Five, five and three. The middle 5 are the challenge as Sarge and Penny both want to dart out at passing cars. Sissy and Hanna can only go a short distance so that is why, with Millie, this bunch goes together. Everyone else is great on leash so the not so great go on the short trip.
Got an email on urgent dogs in Green Forest. I didn't even know they had an AC. Drove over, took pix and finally got them up and emails sent out. Hopefully some will be saved. The ACO is such a nice guy but being at double capacity makes it impossible.
10/31/11: 2:25 a.m. and they are FINALLY asleep. Don't know what was 'out there', but it is a wonder the doggie door is still in one piece. Just wish they would wait to bark until they are way up on the hill, or at least out of the house. I guess all that running and barking wore them out as not a one followed me in here. Some of the snoring is enough to shake the house. I just need to take naps all day like they do. The only problem with that is one is always 'on guard' so any more then 30 to 40 minutes at a stretch is a stretch.
Noon: Brought Sarge back up and Millie. It went really great. Sarge and Parker still have a little tension but no worse then Sahara and Zelda. Millie is still a bit insecure. She only comes inside when I go open the door and "stand guard". She does like outside. I will move the heater to the garage just incase she gets stuck outside tonight she will have a warm place to go.
Thanks to Cathy's help, I have a safe place for my adopters Pit to go. He is 80 years old and not doing well. I know this is so very hard for him. Julia will come to me and his little dog should be easy to place. But no urgency there. He can take care of those 2 for awhile. The Pit was just too 'puppy'. I know how I worry what will happen to my zoo. Mine are mostly old like me though, so I should outlive them.
Fez is having a hard time on the family room tile so bringing in area rugs and securing them under the furniture legs. When we put in the tile, it was going to be a 'no dog' zone. It is like walking on ice. Anyway, that lasted about 6 months. We never used the room. It is lonely in a room without dogs. Now we use it a lot so have to make it dog safe.
Another pretty day outside. Once they wake up from their nap, I'll start some walks.
10/30/11: I guess everyone has encountered someone in their life who is a total nut case. People either are unaware until it slaps them in the face, they see it and steer clear or they give the person the benefit of the doubt and try to hang in their and be their friend. Well, the latter does not work. Crazy is crazy is crazy. Sadly too many don’t recognize their own mental illnesses. That is what is so crappy about mental illness. The delusions hide the reality.
|10/29/11: You learn alot when you are 'mom' to a house full of independent thinking Pyrenees. They know they are smarter then us humans, so the best way to get what we humans want is let them think they are in charge but get them to think your idea is really theirs. This Pyr education has proven to be useful in the recent saga with the Queen of Doom whom would better be referred to as the Drama Queen. Some people just can not "leave it be". Even my dogs understand "leave it". Sadly she went off the deep end when I took away my pot and she had nothing to stir. Even sadder, I'm sure she will find another. It is her existence.|
10/26/11: Squeaky time. I just got up so Fez followed me, picking up squeaky toy along the way. The midnight prediction for rain didn't happen. That is good. Of course the prediction increases to 60% by this afternoon. It is easier if thunder is in the day then at night. I'm so afraid Parker will slip and pull a leg out of joint jumping into the bath tub for protection. Last night was really quiet... with the exception of Bear, of course. He was only on the bed with me until around 10:30 but at least he was up on the hill barking rather then on the deck.
Millie got a bath yesterday and goes in for spay today. For those looking to criticize that I'm wasting money by not doing it myself, well they charged me $12 and will be coming to the house to do Sissys nails because she can't get into the car because of her arthritis. I doubt they will charge me anything for that. They are good people. I could not give most of these dogs a bath by myself. I don't have the strength nor the skill and not the 2 hours it would take to get one dry.
I made several duplicates of that Martingale lead I somehow acquired. It is such a great slip lead, easy on the neck for pullers and quicker then fumbling for the "D" ring on the collars. Cheapest I could buy was $16 each plus shipping. I took apart some old broken harnesses. Since they were giant size and they must have been donated, I made 2 out of each one basically for free. Even with removing the stitching to take the harnesses apart, I still was able to make 4 in just a little over an hour total. I can't sell these as the harnesses were used, but if I find some at Big Lots for $2 or $3, I will get them and make some to sell. The hardware I'll be removing, I can use on the left over pieces from the collars I bought and am re-working. This is taking me back to the 60's when I use to recycle clothes for a living. When styles would change, people would bring their expensive blouses and dresses (yes, ladies wore dresses in the early 60's) and I would update collars or sleeves or hemlines or just use the fabric of a gathered full shirt to make a whole new outfit. I love taking useless stuff and turning it into something useful. But sadly the U.S.A. has become a 'throw it away' society. Look at how many hundreds of quilts could be made from the slightly frayed or outgrown clothes dump in the trash in just one small town in one day. Thrift stores fill a whole dumpster every day. I hate waste. Guess because Grandma and Grandpa raised me and they lived through the depression.
Sunrise, almost. Dogs are coming in to let me know they are ready for breakfast. With the exception of Sweetness and Fez, everyone has been sleeping outside the past few nights. They love this weather.
10/24/11: Got an email yesterday that is so 'close to home' and so heart wrenching. Here it is:
I have begged and pleaded for over a year now, and we just can't do it anymore. We couldn't even attend our adoption event this morning as we spent hours trying to round up dogs that keep getting out of their pens. I am tired of being screamed at. Jim Max fell and hurt his knee even more. I need to go to the hospital to get blood, I keep passing out from the stress, We are out of food, went and used our last bit of funds to buy dollar store food to feed them today. But that is all we have, I have no gas in the car to get anymore and no more funds until the 3rd of November. I have a dog that needs surgery and can't even raise the funds to help her. We have only raised 145.00 on a 700.00 surgery. Don't ask me about the other dogs these are the ones giving us the most problems.
They are not problems they are all house and crate trained and all up to date on shots, etc. Some have been spayed / neutered already. They just love to run and play and we can't help them do that anymore. I have an appointment for the vet to come and put them down 9:00 a.m. TUESDAY MORNING.
Please, the dogs I have listed need to go ASAP: 6 Shepherd pups, 3 Lab/Beagle mix's, 2 Mastiff / Boxer mixes, 2 female Labs, Mastiff mix, 3 Hounds, 2 Pit mix.
If you would like to sponsor a dog the PayPal link is:
Contact: Max's Animal Rescue, Hoboken, GA 31542 Phone: 912-458-3263 NOONETOLOVEU@AOL.COM
This blog has never been intended as a personal "pity me" as I have been accused of by a number of people. It is intended to let non-rescue people into the depths of what is in the heart and mind of one person who rescues, particularly rescues to re-home. So often when I encounter a person at the vets or pet store and they will ask about a dog I have with, I say "I am a rescue" and their instant reply, "oh, I rescued 'Fifi' too!" As if that gives us a kinship. I respect that person for saving that life. Without 'adopters' we rescuers could not do what we do. But it is like saying "I fly" and being a pilot vs "I fly" and being a passenger. We need each other, but what we do is entirely different.
I am not whining when I say I cannot have any dogs in outside yards in the winter. I am stating a fact. Loren helps as much as he can, but he is functioning on 30% heart usage. (No, one just does not go out and get a heart transplant (it's not blockage, it's worn out) and money doesn't grow on trees). I'm 66 years old. If heredity plays a factor, I'll be around for another 20 years. I'd like to spend the next 20 avoiding slipping on ice and breaking a hip. Or totally destroying use of my left arm. Or ending up like my mother who can barely walk to the mail box because her arthritis is so bad. She has shrunk from 5'6" to 4'11". If I follow in her gene pool, I'll be 4'5" and fit comfortably in my dogs crates.
I'm not whining when I say the vet bills are devastating. The dogs have come first since we began this rescue journey in 2003. If YOU have not been affected by this economy, please let me know what tree house you are living in and what native plants are sustaining you. In 2003 a spay with pain shot was $60 without discount for a 100 pound dog. This year the same is $126 with a generous discount of 30%. That is an increase, in less then 9 years, of 201% (266% if we didn't get the discount). Our net income has decreased by 20%, thank you politicians.
We are just one of many rescues having to close to accepting new dogs. Many that are here are old. No one wanted them or will want them. Hanna could end up costing $5000 if the hip fails. She was hit by a car way before I got her and it was shattered. X-rays are really scary. Some dogs have been here too long, going un-adopted or being returned with no one else to want them. We have become a sanctuary for geriatric canines. Nine will definitely die here of old age or related health issues. Most likely Hanna and Sarge will also. Hopefully someone will meet Penny and realize what a great dog she is. Shelby would have too, but sadly fate took her too quickly. With old comes many more vet bills. And there is no way to 'save for that rainy day' and very little hope of avoiding the flood damage.
I hate when there are 31 days in a month and the 1st starts on a Saturday. It leaves the 23rd and 24th sharing space with the 30th and 31st. I'm not sure when Betty will be back, but it wasn't yesterday. Lacy doesn't seem to care and neither do we. She is just so perfect. She never forgets the routine. She remembers where she eats even if it has been months in between her visits.
Millie was out again. She was laying in the empty yard, so I guess in a way she wasn't really 'out'. Just not where I had put her. She digs out every night, but never takes off. Usually she is either in the front yard or in the lower driveway. She should be able to come to the house and join the pack in a week or so. It may be sooner :-)
10/23/11: Another pretty day. I could handle 365 of these a year. Sunny, light breeze, shirt sleeve weather. I just wish the leaves would 'get it over with' so I could get the yards cleaned up before it's a rainy, icy mess. After losing Click with the Blastomycosis, I am paranoid about rotting leaves anywhere that the dogs are. Chances of it here are slim, but not impossible.
I stacked all the yard sale stuff in the corner. I can not get the energy to try again until spring. I need my work table back. Loren came down after I fed to keep me and Millie company. I took one of the giant collars apart and re-worked it. Much nicer and more useable now. They should go together pretty fast now that I have a plan and a sample. I found the old martingale with lead combo so can now make some like that also. Cheapest I found was $16 wholesale so using 2 of the giant collars I can make one of those for a $3.60 investment and about 20 to 30 minutes of time. I just do not like walking a dog with a plain buckle or snap collar.
Penny is trying to get back in my good graces. She got on the bed with me last night and has been extra generous with kisses. Glass and fence fighting with anyone on the other side and stealing Fez's toys only to run off and destroy them is getting her in double trouble. I was surprised to see her and Lacy trying to play. Lacy was not too sure of Penny, but Penny was rolling on her back submissive style. Then she'd get up and act goofy. If Lacy backed away, Penny would roll on her back again. It was quite a ritual. Without Mazi, Penny has been pretty lonesome as far as a playmate. She is definitely a dog that needs a dog of her energy level. Her and Baxter did well while he was here once she 'got him in line'.
My local 80 year old adopter called yesterday. I feel so sorry for him. His daughter is dying of cancer on the west coast. His health will not allow him to travel, either by plane or car. As hard as it would be, I would be fine with watching the dogs if he could go. This is a wonderful man who has taken great care of Julia Robertshound for 4 1/2 years.
Betty will be here to pick up Lacy in a while. That dog is the best dog ever. I could have 20 of her and it would never be a chore. She just fits right back in every visit just like she was never away.
10/22/11: Feeling better today although the Queen of Doom is trying to destroy it. She won't win because I won't let her insanity get to me.
Went to the new Big Lots store. Cathy told me they had the martingale collars for $3. They were reduced to $2 and with 20% off, what a deal. I can't buy the webbing and hardware for that. They were all the giant size which is good. Tomorrow I will go to the shop and spend time re-working them to make them useable sizes. I can make leashes out of the left over webbing. It will amount to an investment of about $1 each. Some of the dogs can come with and feel 'special'.
I also picked up some squeaky toys for Fez. Penny destroyed two of the 3 I just bought for him on Wednesday. It was so funny to watch him. Each made a slightly different noise. I handed him each, one at a time. He would squeak it and then lay it down and wait for the next. After all 5 were 'tested', he decided on the goose, or what ever it is. I put the rest up. I probably should sew a rope to it so he can carry it around his neck. As soon as he lays it down, Penny will be out the door destroying it. I did order a few 'guaranteed against destruction' squeaky toys online. They are replaced free if chewed up. I'm sure I will keep the post office busy with them. I got some of this brand donated before and they made good on the guarantee.
What great weather. Wish it would not be so cold at night, though. I do turn on the heater in the dog house for Sarge and Kishi when I go feed in the evening. They really enjoy the room. They are usually in it on the beds when I go down. Sarge can't wait to come back to the house, but I don't want Kishi to be all alone. Dogs need something living to be with them, be it human or animal.
10/21/11: Early Morning: It has been a week of Mondays. Forgot to turn off the water below and take off the hose. Woke up at 1 a.m. (again) and remembered so had to go sneaking down and do it. If not, the pipe or valve would have burst. Like to never got back to sleep. Earlier in the evening, but still in the dark, I had to go out on a search and rescue mission. Both of Fez's new squeaky toys were missing. Penny steals them when he is not looking. Hunted all over the 2 acres and finally found one. He was so excited. Squeaked it all the way back to the house. He is such a joy to watch. Aside from Penny and Hanna playing sometimes, Fez is the best entertainment we have. He always makes us smile, even if it is just looking at him sprawled out on the floor looking like a big bear rug.
Woke up with a dizzy spell so bad, I almost threw up. Having the room spin as fast as the ceiling fan on high and tripping over dogs to get to the bathroom was near disaster. I don't even feel good enough to get dressed, but I have to feed Kishi and Sarge who is sharing space with her until Sunday night. I will probably just put on sweats and slip on shoes. The water they have will just have to do.
10/20/11: 1 a.m. Momma dogs last day. Maybe she does not even have today. It may be too late. She had a 2 day reprieve but that is up. She has a sponsor but no where to go. Looking at the AC site was a mistake. But it was not a mistake for me to save the old girl nor Kishi, even if I do have a problem. She can not stay here. I just can't take momma dog. I can not have an outside dog this winter. If someone could come several times a day when it freezes and break ice and haul water, I could fill up, but I don't have anyone. Everyone who helps me is old like me or older.
Got Baxter to Cathy and on his way. That was a real feat. The transport failed to notify they were leaving 2 1/2 hours earlier!!! She had about 6 minutes to spare. I suspect she exceeded more then a few speed limits on her 2 hour drive. She told me momma dog has a foster.
Remembering who gets what pills is getting hard for me. I'm going to have to paste names on the wall and set the bottles in front of them. Some things are not prescription but necessary, like Goofy's yeast defense and Fez's probiotics.
10/19/11: I have got to have a garage sale. I need the shop space back. And I need the money. I dread it. The local newspaper is so screwed up that trying to place an ad is a nightmare. They wanted to charge me $80 for 1 day for a Benefit Sale because a non-profit is still a "business". So we leave out the "Benefit", but I still can't find a 'garage sale' rate. Trying to get a human on the phone with a brain is just as difficult.
Went from dust to mud. I prefer mud. With mud, I only need to clean the floors. With dust, I add in furniture, ceiling fans, door frames, counter tops (4 times a day) window blind cleaning and frequent curtain washing as well as floors. So mud is much preferred. A little more laundry with dog towels and muddy feet on my lap, but still easier. And the dogs like the colder weather. Heat bills don't run near as high as for the summer and the AC. When you have 8 to 10 dogs in a 13 x 24 room you hardly need a blanket on the bed at night and sure not the heat on above 60.
Another long and busy day ahead. Vet to pick up a dog, Fez to the groomers and Lacy comes to visit.
Morning: I keep having that 80's song going through my head "Just another manic Monday" It is still like Monday. I raked leaves in the lower yard where Baxter is. Took the AC out of the window, re-ran the electric cord, brought in the heater, added a bed, put a clean cover on the first then Loren is yelling from the house. I run up to find Bear had gotten in and a fight broke out. Don't know how Loren managed to get them apart. He had a hold of Bear and was closed in the computer room. I had a terrible time getting everyone out and in a safe place. Move one over and another comes back. As soon as I got everyone in their proper place, Loren was really hurting. His heart. At this point I was a total wreck. Once I knew he was ok, I picked up "Kishi" from the vets. Put her and Sarge in the back yard together. They were fine together. Penny was still keeping Baxter company.
Afternoon: Picked up Fez. A new groomer there wanted to adopt him. She fell instantly in love with him. On the way home I took him shopping. Penny killed his squeaky bunny so he got to pick out several. Everyone in All Pet's loved him.
Kishi was itching really bad so I sprayed her with a dilution of lavender oil. Wrong! She was not happy and went rolling and scooting her body across the rug in the yard. I felt so bad that I took her to the shop and gave her a light bath. She was just spayed so it was basically a mini bath. She was so good. Dried her as best as I could, then turned up the heat in the shop. Moved a lot of stuff around. Had to get some dog treats and dog food and unsafe stuff out of reach. All I'd need is for someone to break into that 50 pound bag of cheap dog food the distributor gave me. I had to arrange blankets over the furniture too as Kishi liked the glider rocker. Not only did it make a nice bed, it was also too close to a table and made an excellent stairway into trouble.
Late: All are settled in. Penny had to have a brief 'time out'. She was a tad pushy (and jealous) of Lacy. I feel so guilty leaving Sarge in the shop but Kishi needs company on her first night here. I also need time to be sure he will be ok with Lacy. I'll deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.
10/18/11: Walked dogs in the rain this morning. It's just a light mist. Then Parker went in for a bath. No thunder in the forecast so he was ok being away from us. Baxter into the vet for stitches out and pick up his HC. Back to pick up Parker from the groomers. Then back to the vet because I forgot to get Sissy's meds.
The old dog from AC is in really bad shape. She is in a rescue home where she will get as good of care as possible, but she may not last long. At least she will know love and a home instead of dying in a cold 'cell'.
Addendum: I had this nagging, nervous feeling on the AC dogs. Something just kept telling me "don't". But not predicting the future, only having these anxiety feelings, I was left with 2 choices and no time to weigh any other options. (1) I trust someone and get the dog or (2) let the dog die and be chastised because I didn't trust. I'm stuck with a dog I have no where to put. I cannot have an outside dog when it freezes at night. My arm is just too bad to carry water and the ground is too slick walking the hill to get to the outer yards. Last year was different. I was a lot healthier and more stable on my feet. I’m terrified of falling and breaking a hip or leg. There is no one who can take care of the 12 inside. They have a routine and deviation causes chaos.
10/17/11: Not a good morning. Put Penny with Baxter and she got out. I patched the hole before he did. Sarge is getting way too bossy so he is in the yard behind the house until Baxter leaves Thursday. Then he will go in that yard. That is, unless somebody breaks out. Shuffling to help save 2 dogs but that did not come together as planned. They are saved, but still nervous. One is on it's way to foster and the other is at the vets for spay in the morning. She will go into foster care on Saturday. Not sure where I will put her until Baxter leaves Thursday. Hell if I do and hell if I don't.
I was awake at 3 a.m. again and could not go back to sleep. I think about the momma dog at AC. I decided to go online and search all the dogs due to die at other nearby facilities. Call it crazy, but it was what I needed to realize I just cannot save her. I did good to save 2.
It's 2:15 and lunch just got in the oven. Dogs will be having dinner before we are eating lunch. Guess I better go check on Sarge and Baxter. Hope Sarge is still where I put him. I hope this is just a 'time out' and I'll bring him back in the house shortly. But any more blocking the door ways and being snarky to Goofy or Parker, and that's it. Out he stays.
Evening: I let Sarge back in the house for dinner. I knew I could not leave him alone. He looked so sad. He has been very good now. Just too many in the house. As big and open as the house is, they all want to be right with me, so it is still like 9 or 10 all crammed into 200 square feet in the bedroom or 450 square feet in the family room. Someone is always in the doorway asleep, blocking entrance and exit.
10/16/11: Took a day for ourselves. A few hours anyway. Went to the movies. Got tickets for Footloose and got up about 10 minutes into it. Usually a re-make has some changes but this, with the exception of the cast, was looking identical to the original. Also, the theatre had the volume up as if it were playing for half deaf teenagers. We walked down the hall and watched Money Ball. I liked it. But I almost always like anything based on a true story. We got home a little after 4 and the gang was all ready to tell us off for being late with their dinner.
Goofy came over to be brushed while we watched "Bad Dog" and "Dogs 101". I tried to brush the dirt off Saharas back, but she took off as soon as she saw the comb. Fez is getting really pissy when I comb him. His underside mats and he does not like me combing it. We are going to have to come to an understanding that he does not have a choice.
10/15/11: Allergies! 4:00 a.m. Woke up over an hour ago sneezing. When you're old, weak bladder and have been asleep for over 3 hours, sneezing is not high on the list of things to be woke up by. Sissy had come in and climbed onto the bed. This is normal somewhere between 1 and 4 a.m. With nice weather, she has been staying on the deck until the hard surface and loneliness takes over. I think it is something she got into that made me sneeze. She heads straight for the pillows and lays her head right next to mine. She is still there. I took a Benadryl and it is finally kicking in. Going back to bed. I'm sure I will sleep past 6:00 a.m. and they will not be happy campers that I am not up getting their breakfast.
Afternoon: Benadryl definitely put me out. Was almost 8:00 a.m. when I came out of hiding from under my pillow. I had this strange feeling I was being mauled by paws and wet tongues for a good hour. Loren decided to take Goofy for a walk before I fed, so he closed all the rest in the bedroom with me so he could get out the door more easily. It was very crowded.
Another beautiful day. Perfect temp. Baxter was very happy to see Penny this morning. She seemed happy to see him too. She really helps burn off his energy. When I got back to the house, Sarge and Hanna were playing!!! Sarge has never played. He is not sure how, but Hanna was helping him learn. It was really sweet.
The Benadryl had not completely worm off when I got up so by 11:00, I had fallen asleep on the sofa and slept until 1:30. I would have probably slept longer but Fez decided to wash my face. I guess I shifted my position and he thought I was awake. I was awake after the tongue bath.
10/14/11: Will be a busy day. Dusting was way over due so did that this morning before the sun came up and before feeding. Now I am taking a break from cleaning y desk. I need to start writing down more then phone numbers. I am getting better putting names with them, but I really need notes on subject matter and dates. Things like: "Bob, 870-555-5555, Pyr" is just not enough for me to remember. Do I keep it, call it or throw it away? Secretarial skills are not one of my strong points. My filing system is from pile on desk to pile in drawer (except for rescue dogs vet records. Those are very well organized).
I've got to go out and take pix for a courtesy listing and also meet a few of those dogs at AC due to be euthanized. I may have someone for 2 or 3.
Evening: There needs to be a club for over stressed, brain dead rescuers. I took pix with the lens cap on. A friend sent off a dogs vet records to Australia. And that was todays events. Not the first and not the last.
Bear was on this side all day, much to the dismay of the others. I have got to figure out a way to keep Fez from jumping up on the glass door. He hit it so hard earlier, I was sure to was going to shatter. I need to get on Cesars forum and see what I can find. He only does it when I'm on the opposite side so I don't have a clue how to stop it. Opening the door would be considered a 'win' for him and if not extremely careful, an all out war with Bear if he got past me.
10/13/11: Not taking 4 doomed dogs from AC is hard. http://www.baxtercounty.org/animaladoptions.php The last 4 and possibly last 5 will most likely be euthanized Tuesday if there are no commitments for them. The momma dog 2757, the shepherd mix 2772 and the 10 year old 2780 are really pulling at my heart strings. But no money and my arm is just not going to be able to carry water when I have to take the hoses off when it freezes. I've been trying real hard to just 'stick my head in the sand' but it's not working. Even if I did take one or all, next week there would be another 4 or 5 or more. People can be so naive and uncaring. Not spaying their dogs is what creates these deaths. All those red necks who don't want to "ruin" their male dogs by "taking away their manhood" need to have their manhood taken away!
Got behind on some rabies vaccinations so played a little catch up today. Still have one more to get in tomorrow. Shots are actually good for 3 years and I'm ok with waiting 2 in between, but with the number of dead skunks I've seen on the road the past few weeks, I decided I better be on the safe side. Sissy is due too, but I'll just have to get it at the feed store and do it myself. She is just not going to be able to get into the car. She can barely get up after laying down. It would not be unheard of for a skunk to be under the deck. It has happened... along with dead armadillo body parts in the living room.
Baxter is very unhappy not being up here with everyone. I'm so glad he will have a family in a week. He's a good dog, just overly enthusiastic. I'm too old for young dogs of certain breeds. Fez is more my speed. Spread out like a bear rug and sleep 22 hours a day. Spend another hour eating and pottying and the remaining hour getting petted and giving me a tongue bath.
10/12/11: Parker was suppose to get the bath today, but Goofy went instead. Storm has hung around and poor Parker spent the night in my bath tub. He would not handle being away from home with thunder. It is pouring rain. Goofy prefers inside anyway, so he will not go out in the mud like some might. I hope Baxter is staying out of the rain. I can't see him. I can see about 50% of his yard. He does know the dog house and doggie door so he should be fine. I'm not going to take Penny down simply because I would be drenched. It is hammering! The crates that we power washed to sell are outside. Just a hosing should clean them off when it's over. This is sure going to put the lake level back up if it goes for much longer. Started about 10 hours ago before midnight.
Yesterday was so nice that I'm glad I spent time outside. Does not look promising for today. Floors are semi cleaned so will spend the rest of the morning watching TV and brushing whom ever will let me. Parker has stolen my sofa so I guess I get the floor. At least he's not hiding in the bathroom.
Night: Have you ever been attacked by your clothes dryer? It is not a pleasant experience. I opened the door before the time was up. The spin did not turn off. Socks came flying at me like, well, flying socks. Underwear, wash cloths. Fling.. fling... They were coming so fast I could not get the door shut. Then the bed sheet came creeping out like a twirling snake inching it's way to the floor. I'm grabbing as fast as I can. Most of the small items are hitting the floor before I can get hold of them. The levis are hanging tight on their journey inside this out of control Ferris wheel. Loren finally responds to my calls for help. I hand him an armload and proceed to drag the rest of the sheet, which has now done a thorough job of dusting the floor, out so I can get the door closed. I'm standing there, arms full of dog hair covered sheet, watching the levis race feverously around, being tossed from fin to fin, daring to grab them out of harms way... Finally able to close the door, I hope when I open it again, the spiral will disengage. It does. With relief, I remove the levis.
I learned something from this experience. I no longer think sensibly under stress. I could have simply hit the "power" button.
Parker's in the tub hiding from the thunder. Bear is insisting on barking it away. The rest are protecting me. Probably because they figure I need it after the attack of the clothes dryer.
10/11/11: Another nightmare that I can't remember. Woke up worried about Mazi. I need to go check on her. Great people, but she keeps going over the fence. She would not have a chance of survival if she tried to cross the highway. If she had Penny to play with, I'm sure she'd stay. I need to take some information sheets over to them today.
Sarge gets a bath. He has not had one. Parker goes tomorrow. I'm hoping to swap a crate for the cost. I still owe the vet $600 that I can't pay. It is such a shame when people get continually conned by someone. They think their donation is helping sick dogs only for the person to use the money to buy $1000 dogs that are not in danger. Some people have no conscience and no shame.
Evening: Sarge got a bath. Poor guy was excited to go for a ride and then just past the driveway, his nerves kicked in. He had no idea where he was going and was practically in the front seat taking note of every landmark. It was sad but sweet. No way was he wanting to leave us.
Traded some crates for the grooming of several dogs. They are so in need. Parker goes in tomorrow. He loves to lay in the dirt and when he comes in, it's clouds. Won't last, but he has not had a bath for a long time because of his eye. Now that it is all well, I feel safe in letting him go. Goofy needs it too, but it will just have to wait. I have gotten behind on brushing them all really good so been trying to catch up. Miss a few days and throws everything off. Sahara's tail picks up leaves and dirt, then she slings it over her back and her rump is always like a sand box. It is really hard to just comb out.
Took some papers over to Mazi's adopter. Mazi sure wanted to come home with me. I think she misses Penny. They had so much fun together. I suggested play dates, but ... oh well. They are good people, just don't understand a Pyr is nothing like a Dane, plus forgetting when their previous dog was a pup so many years ago. They did figure out she is not going over the fence. There was a space she found so they have fixed that.
Penny is starting to accept Baxter and their time together. Still don't think they are playing, but it is company for him. He was in the dog house when I went down this evening to feed him and bring her up. Glad he is making use of it.
I just filled water. There are 2 in the kitchen, one each in the living room, computer room, family room, and each bedroom and 3 outside (not counting Bears 3). Fez had to 'taste' each one. He is such a nut for 'fresh' water, then he leaves slime behind for the others.
10/10/11: Nightmare woke me up about midnight. Don't even remember much of it or why I was drenched in sweat. No dog was against me although the room was full and they were all radiating body heat. I counted dogs, petted heads and went back to bed. Sissy came in and actually made it onto the bed. I'm going to try to figure out how to make some steps rather then just the bench. The car ramp might work but I really think wide steps are best. Maybe some old metal trailer steps and I could add to the bottom one and top one. Fold them out of the way in the day. The ones they make commercially are too small for her.... or I could just take apart the bed and store it and put the mattresses on the floor.
Evening: What beautiful weather. Just relaxed on the front deck swing with Loren for over an hour. I asked him if, when he has a good day, he would add an extension to the 2 gates he made several years ago so we could put them on the deck and be able to bring some of the dogs out there with us without having to have them on a leash. Hopefully he will be up to it before weather turns bad.
Zelda was long overdue for a good brushing. Got about 3/4 done when one of the dogs "called all the troops" and she went running off. She was just looking for an excuse. Sarge and Penny were willing to be brushed, but that takes about one minute. Makes them happy, though. I tried Sissy. Her coat is the thickest I have ever seen. You can't even find her skin. If she ever got a flea or tick on her, it would suffocate before it ever found skin. She use to love brushed but she is hurting so much now.
10/09/11: I'm done with negative people. Of course, that is going to narrow my associations considerably. I didn't realize how badly I have been drug down until little things got my attention. Little things being comments by people who should be crying but are still managing to see the bright side. I removed myself from rescue mailing lists some time back when I knew I had to quit rescuing. Those faces always haunt me. A good part of why I get so little sleep. Sad eyes of those I can't save and loud voices of those I did, protecting me.
Baxter is a work in progress. In just 2 days, Penny has settled him down. Not sure how much actual playing they are doing, but she is company for him. She sure is glad when I let her out to run back to the house in the evening. She is so darn fast. I think she might have some Greyhound somewhere in her muttliness mix. She gulps her dinner, races to the door to bark/growl at Bear and then entices Hanna to play.
It was so neat this evening. Sarge and Hanna were playing before Penny joined in. Sarge never plays. I don't think he was quite sure how. He is an outcast like Sweetness. Penny is undaunted by the fact she is not a Pyrenees or a big dog. Sarge seems to know he is different and I think Hanna feels sorry for him. She is such a sweet girl.
So I have 5 clingy dogs. They don't want me out of their sight. Sweetness, Chipi, Sarge, Fez and Hanna. It's like follow the leader everywhere I go, but I like it. Navigating in the kitchen does become a problem. With only about 3 1/2 feet of space around the island on each side, when you get a dog laying on each side, you are trapped. So are the cabinet, refrigerator, oven and dish washer doors. I think Sissy told them they don't need to move because I don't make her. She is not doing well at all. I've increased her meds and will ask about getting something stronger. She is an old girl.
10/08/11: Introduced Penny and Baxter (the foster lab). He needed someone to play with. She is not overjoyed. She is a good teacher, though. He will learn dog manners from her. She is putting him in his place. No humping when she is trying to go pee. He slipped out the gate when I was trying to get through with the camera but did not take off. Big relief. Penny never does either. Got the pix up of him and of Sadee. Enough computer time. Beautiful day outside. Intend to go enjoy it.
Night: A little melancholy tonight. It is one of those nights I would have enjoyed walking Keeton. Perfect temperature, perfect starry sky. But to try to sneak out the door with just one of those here would be impossible. How much the pack has changed since he has been gone. Yet many are the same. Bear, Sweetness and Zelda had been here over a year before he came. Bear was still part of the whole pack. Sahara and Chipi came just a short time after Keeton arrived but it was awhile until they joined the house pack. Goofy came just a short time before we had to say good bye to Keeton. Parker came right after he was gone. There was no sneaking out because not everyone wanted a walk. They were content to sleep. There was only 6 in the house besides Keeton. Now there are 12. There had never been a dog like Keeton in my life (nor Loren's) and there will never be again. No matter how much we love these others, Keeton was that one in a million. A soul mate. I still get emails with pictures of dogs in need. Every time I want to look in their eyes and see if there is another Keeton waiting for us to save. But there is no knowing. They all are special. They all should be saved and loved. But that is no longer the path I can take. The ones that are here are the ones that need my attention. There should be a saying for rescuers: "Give adequate time to the ones you have. Rescue only as many as will not take away from that time".
We see so many ads. " Great dog. I just can't give it the time it needs" And we rescues criticize the people for wanting something better for their dog. Rightfully, we say "make time". Yet do we? Do I think the dogs in this house are delighted being in such a large 'family'? So much competition for attention? They are content, but they are not overjoyed. But I also know that when a dog has been here over a certain period of time and is a senior, content is good.
10/07/11: Bear got to spend the entire day on this side. Did not make the others overjoyed, but I needed to do a thorough cleaning and impossible with 11 dogs under foot. Bear is never in the way and I just work around Sissy. I have not moved dressers in months. Enough dog hair to cover another dog. I re-organized light bulbs too! We have 6 ceiling fans with light things requiring 3, 4 and 5 light bulbs. As one burns out, I grab what I have. They are not all the same so I end up with 3 different kind in some. I took them all out, sorted them in matching groups and did the math. Now every fixture has all matching and I won't need to make a special trip to Lowes.
The foster is a great Lab. When Cathy brought him, he tried to endear himself to me inappropriately. He is just so excited to be with people in a big yard. He caught on to the doggie door right away. He did, however lay right by the gate instead of in the dog house where the comfy beds are.
10/06/11: Stress through the roof. Miss my daughter. It's her birthday today. Missed my son's last week. Brain is just on overload. So many friends recently diagnosed with cancer. Other rescuers, adopters, friends. Frustration at manipulative individuals, glory seekers; while the good, compassionate ones are struggling just to live. I am so emotionally tired.
The stress is flowing over to the dogs. They read us. They read me. Sarge and Penny got a 'time out' all night. Sarge will not leave Parker alone. He is so jealous. Parker is not standing up to him so I have to watch carefully or I will find Parker over in a corner or out in the yard, afraid to come in. As for Penny, she is just taking over for Zelda in the fence fight with Bear. She was not so brave the 2 times she ended up on the same side with him. She has just gotten out of control when she sees him on the deck with the gate between them. It was quieter last night.
I'll be fostering a dog for 2 weeks. It has a rescue up north and needs to be out of the shelter for 14 days before commercial transport will accept it. Also be getting a Saint. Was going to take it a few weeks back, but things seemed to be gotten under control. Kind of fell back apart. Big concern is that she is afraid of storms, gun shots and other loud noises. Sure hope she is ok in with the foster dog. Just too many in the house.
10/05/11: Got a call at 7 a.m. Mazi had spied a cat, jumped the fence and was gone. I am so grateful they called. I was already organized so Loren fed and I was out the door. Luckily I found her as soon as I got over there. She was in the neighbors yard directly across the street. She seemed to be content to get out of my car and go with him. She has only been at her new home for little over a day, so she was confused where to go back to. I offered their adoption money back, but he loves her already. She jumps up on the bed in the morning and nuzzles him to let him know she needs to go out to potty. Now that she knows she can go over the fence, that is a concern. If there was not a highway between them and me, I would not be as worried.
Mazi just has this accepting quality about her. I wish she was more expressive. It is so hard to read her if she is happy or just complacent. These are good people so I know once she is secure, she will perk up. Coming and going and coming back, she has just had too many disruptions in her 20 months on this planet.
10/03/11 barely: Wonderful applicants, just not sure if they are right for the dog they want. I did get some sleep, but these decisions weigh hard on me. Most rescues would just adopt them the dog. I don't claim to read a dogs mind, but I do know their personalities. I do know what makes them happy and when they are just content... and when they are miserable. First she would be miserable and then content. I don't think she would ever reach 'happy' without another dog to play with and they let me know that having two is not an option. If I can somehow ensure play dates with the neighbor dogs who were happy to meet and greet her through the fence, then I am ok with it. I do like the fact they are local, only 5 minutes from me. Something I need to deal with in the morning. I don't always 'get it right', but it's not for lack of caring or trying.
I slept, up until a few minutes ago, in the middle bedroom with Loren. I guess I kept him awake with my snoring. He sleeps in there to be away from Bear's barking. So here I go snoring louder then the barking. I have absolutely got to get Bear integrated into the pack. If he is on the bed with me, then Sissy barks. I can't win (or get a decent nights sleep) until he can share space with them. On these really cool nights, I really see the breed come out in them. A pack divided. The LGDs are out on the hill. The others surround my bed. Chipi and Goofy being the LGD exceptions. Chipi was forced to spend her life 'outside' and she had enough of it. She is in as much as possible, only going out to 'lend a voice' if something is amiss. Her wolf howl is so like Goofy's that I have to get up to see who to 'shush'. Guess it's the Irish Wolfhound in Goofy and the real wolf in Chipi. The rest bark or yodel or warble. What a choir I have, but not appreciated at 4 a.m. which is what I call the 'rooster time'. Well, maybe I can sneak in 2 more hours sleep until then.
10/01/11: Be heading for LR airport in a few hours. Sure going to miss my daughter. Makes me homesick for human 'children'. I know I am never flying. Dealing with the airline on her behalf was horrendous. 911 was tragic, but to allow it to totally change our lives and strip us of freedoms... well, they won. No one seems to see that. When you let bullies scare you or change your way of life, they win. I was sent a forward composed of some old Archie Bunker logic. "Youz get rid o' thems terrorists by arming all the passengers. You gives them all guns when they get on that there plane and then youz collect um when theys get off." Sometimes no sense makes sense.
I'll be at 13 dogs when I come home with Hanna today. Hope she settles back in. Poor thing. Mazi is just now getting back to 'normal'. She must be past the grieving stage.
Evening: Wish I had as much courage putting Bear in the pack as I do putting Hanna back in. I had to give Penny and Mazi a "time out" down in the yard behind the house. Just brought them back up and then they got the third degree from all the others like they were giving Hanna. I don't hear anything so guess they are settling in.
I just realized the wet gooey substance on my keyboard is Fez slobber.
Loren went straight to bed after we got home. It's just now 6:30 and I am headed that way too. I really miss my daughter. We didn't do a lot, but just talking and being in the same room and playing dominos in the evenings was so nice. I'm definitely making the trip to Washington next fall.
9/30/11: Parker is good! The cleaning came out clean (if that makes sense). He does not have to go back unless there is a problem. That is $1200 we won't be running up in additional vet bills. That is a relief. Now just to pay off the ones we already have. You can just tell how much better he feels. Got a little too spoiled with the extra care needed for his eye so there is some tension that I will be working on alleviating.
Took Sandra out to the HS. She wanted to go. One little dog reminded me of Penny. Personality wise. Didn't look anything like her, just that expression Penny gave me of "Please take me home" and that patient 'sit', but you could see the mind working to communicate. It should get adopted. They are 'no kill' so it will be fine where it is. My goal is still 9, but never going to happen until I start losing them to old age, which won't be too many years for some.
As for Penny, I'm going to have to find an adopter who has lost their sense of smell. Boy, can she let them! She just did about 2 feet from me. Had to get up and fan the room. All she is getting in the evening is kibble. She gets all the supplements with breakfast. Come to think about it, my Pyrs/ Pyr mixes don't fart. Sweetness, Sarge and Penny can sure make up for it. Have the 3 of them in the bedroom and it's time to move to the sofa.
When Loren is out for a bit, I am going to try to get Bear integrated. I've been saying that for a long time, but just not had the right 'feeling'. It has just got to happen. He is so sad. Breaking up a fight between 100+ pound dogs is flat scary and could be a bit suicidal. But not chancing it is not fair.
9/29/11: Golly, the 2 weeks are almost over. My daughter goes home in 2 days. I am sure going to miss her. I'm not sure where we will go today. Everything is so far away. I did put on a big crock pot of stew this morning. Her favorite thing.
Yesterday Loren felt a little better so he took us out on the boat. We did a little unsuccessful fishing. Then we went out to a part of the river and took some pix. We have been playing some Dominos. It's been fun. So long since I played any kind of games. I'm not into computer games.
Parker is having his eye procedure this morning. I will be so glad when he is done. Both because I know how uncomfortable it makes him for a day and because the cost is killing us. I've never had an unpaid balance as high as this one.
9/28/11 (2:48 a.m.): Crashed last night, now can't get back to sleep. Putting Bear in the shop a few nights ago sure worked wonders on curbing the barking. I'm sure he will get back into his old habit of 'sun down to sun up' before long, but the past 2 nights have been so quiet. I hated doing it, taking him out of his space, but Loren has to get a solid nights sleep. So do I, on occasion.
Hopefully Loren will feel up to going out on the boat and showing Sandra the lake. I would never find my way back to the dock, even with the GPS. I'd love to take Fez along, but not sure if I'm that brave again. Maybe Goofy would enjoy the ride. Since Fez seemed the most likely to swim and I was 100% wrong, maybe since Goofy seems the most unlikely to enjoy a boat ride, I could be wrong again and he'd like it. Loren needs a fishing buddy that would bark like crazy if anything happened. Teaching one to drive the boat (or give CPR) would be out of the realm of possibilities, I suppose. Now, mouth to mouth...
Yesterday we did Branson again. I should have stopped at one of those ticket places. We could have saved some money. I never saw the movie Titanic, but we went through the museum. I was surprised at the emotional impact an 'attraction' would have. It is very well done. I thought it was so cool, too, that when I was trying to interpret for Sandra, they brought out this binder with all the audio printed out so she could follow along with the recorded explanations of each exhibit. She wanted to buy a DVD but none were captioned.
Anyway, everyone gets a boarding pass with the name of a passenger on it and as you go through, you look for your name and find out if they survived or not. I determined that they only hand out names of survivors. Most, if not all of the names were of first class passengers. I don't think too many second and third class survived. At least all the people in there were at the 'first class' list finding their name and that they survived. It kind of all came together emotionally at that board with all the names on it and the video simulation of the sinking. Wealth couldn't save them, but gave them a considerably better chance at survival. Just like in the here and now.
We also went to the car museum and 'Hollywood' wax museum. The artistry was not first rate on the wax, especially with todays technology. The car museum is basically an indoor car sales but did have some real interesting restorations and custom work. Prices were reflective of this horrid economy. Ten years ago they would have been listed at 2 or 3 times what was currently on them.
We got home at 6. Loren had already fed the dogs and went to bed. Think I will head back that way and try to get back to sleep. Doubt I can sneak. Sarge, Penny, Sweetness and Fez all followed me in here to the computer room and even though they are snoring away, they will know I am leaving them behind.
Evening: Some times it just takes time and circumstances to 'bond'. Sarge is winning me over. I just needed to give him a chance. I did not want a Malinois. I did not need a geriatric Goliath. Now I have a sweet old boy who walks nicely on leash, is my shadow and aside from a little Parker - Sarge jealousy going on, he is great. This evening kind of sealed the deal. Mazi was outside when I was starting to feed. Hers is the first bowl down so that made for some confusion on everyone else's part. Penny is second and Sarge is third. I'm in the family room waiting for Mazi to get in and Sarge "sits". I did not prompt, but it is something we had worked on before he moved into the house. I had let it slide. Anyway, he is sitting very patiently. Then he "speaks". This was not a random bark. This was the kind someone taught him. It was not me. Somewhere in his memory bank, there was this command associated with asking for dinner. Something so simple, but it really touched me. He was 'home'.
9/26/11: Again I have learned that some people use this as a springboard for criticism against me. No ones perfect. I don't claim to be. Hardly. This runs the gauntlet of raw emotion. Happy and sad. Confident and full of doubt. What it does not do is lose honesty. Honesty lies within that it is my opinion and perspective and never claims it to be otherwise. As I quote above " Be who you are and say what you feel... Because those that matter, don't mind... And those that mind, don't matter". So if you don't like it, don't read it.
Jealousy is an evil thing. And even worse, there is nothing to be jealous of me for. I learned some 25 years ago to be happy with who I am and where I am in life. I always 'wished' I was Earlene. She was the high school sweetheart. Brains, beauty, personality plus, good family, everyones friend. After joining Classmates.com I learned she had died at age 35 from Parkinsons. It was a wake-up call to adjust my life to fit me and not someone else's or someone else's expectations. I stand by what I do and say. If I later feel I was wrong. I apologize. Be it to human OR dog. "Thank you" and "I'm sorry" are the most used (and sincerely meant) words in my vocabulary and I do not apologize for that.
9/23/11: Sadly, I just got an email that Hanna is coming back. If this economy does not pick up, we are all headed for financial ruin. We will be American Chinese because China will own this land we live on and it will no longer be "America".
We had a good time at Blanchard Springs and the Caverns yesterday. The Ozark Folk Center was a waste. It was definitely another long day. Left at 9:30 and didn't get home until around 5:30.
Fez has just been so darn funny with his squeaky bunny. There are 2, but when I washed them, one quit squeaking. When he picks it up and no sound comes out, he actually looks at me an pouts until I go find the other one. He is in the living room tight now squeaking the heck out of it. It is hysterical to watch this monster black dog with this little stuffed rabbit barely showing out of his mouth and him chomping up and down to make is squeak.
9/20/11: Busy (and long) day in Branson. Started the day by walking the dogs. Bear did not want to go without me. I had not realized he had not ever went without me. I need to let that happen more. Then headed to Branson. Saw the Waltzing Waters. Sandra forgot her hearing aids so we may go and do that again. Really needed the pulse of the music to get the best entertainment. Had lunch and then the Acrobats of China. We had seen it before many years ago. We both felt it was better before, but it could have been because our expectations were higher. Loren and I were both thinking how these kids, and they were definitely kids, fare when they go home. They only get to come for one or 2 seasons. What is their life in China after they are 'done'? What happens if they make mistakes, as several did? Only several had smiles on their faces. Genuine smiles. Not the fake for the audience ones. They were not having fun. They were not enjoying performing. You could see the concentration. The intensity. I would love to know ones story. Just one. From start to the next 4 or 5 years after Branson.
Parker goes in tomorrow morning. I go get dog food in Gainesville tomorrow afternoon. Another hectic day. Then Thursday probably the caverns or river sights and Friday the reverse.
9/19/11: On the 16th. Parkers flush was more expensive because they added a medication. But it worked!! So good, I was unsure which eye to put the drop in! Sale made a little money. I'll have to break down and advertise next time. On the 17th, Sandra arrived safely and on time. Trip home was slow. Went straight to bed. Yesterday I made stew that she loves. Good thing I made a big pot! I took her around a few local sights. Loren was sick all day from the long drive yesterday.
The big adventure happened last night. Huge storm blew in. ALL the dogs were scared. I knew the power would go out, so got out the lantern and candle and flash lights. It obliged shortly after. But before the power went off, it was a 'trip'. When I opened the door to give Sandra a flash light, Parker jumped on her bed and buried himself under her pillow. She got up and Penny took her spot. Mazi was on the bed for a few moments. Chipi and Goofy were considering where their might be space for them. Fez plashed on the floor. Sarge stuck to me like glue. The rest were hiding in with Loren. Even Zelda and Sahara were scared! I grabbed the camera, snapped a few photos and boom, off went the power. Dogs scattered in panic. Parker went INTO my bath tub. I gave him a flash light. Well, the light from one, and then grabbed the heavy duty packing tape. I was so afraid he would knock on the water faucet. The handles are so easily moved. I remembered Frank being caught in the bathroom, door pushed shut and the hot water knocked on. He was in a sauna for over and hour. as we were not home. Now I have a full time shoe in the door so it cannot close. But the water can still get turned on. Anyway, I did a secure job for Parkers safety.
Bear freaked too. I just took a leash and walked him through to the family room where he and I and Chipi and Sweetness went to sleep. Everyone had a pack of dogs to comfort. I'm not sure when things settled down, but it is 2 a.m. and I just woke up. Power is back on. Bear is back in his place. Parker is not in the tub. I'm heading back to bed. Enough excitement.
Evening. Dropped Fez off at the vet this morning. He has been itching. Had a hot spot. Hard to see under all that hair. Ran a thyroid test as his hair just falls out in clumps, but it was normal. I started him on grain free food about a week ago and it does seem to be helping. Just went and bought another bag. It's going to finish destroying the already empty bank account. Got to put some of the bigger items on the trading post to sell. Maybe on Craig's list too as will open up more buyers for the hot press and the industrial sewing machine and the motorcycle. Then will try a sale for the small stuff again in a few weeks after Sandra goes home.
I am enjoying doing some cooking and Sandra is sure enjoying eating it. I am making her favorites. Made a big crock pot of stew yesterday. She finished it off before going to bed. She ate several helpings of African Chicken today. Tomorrow we are going to Branson and take her to the dancing Waters and then lunch at our favorite Chinese buffet. Then the Acrobats of China. That will be our big 'spend' day. Rest of her visit will be to free or cheap attractions. A day on the lake. Picnic at the river. Eureka Springs and Blanchard Springs. Hopefully a movie she wants to see will be in the theatre before she goes home. She usually waits until they are on video with captioning, but I should be able to keep up the interpreting.
She showed me a video editing program today. It was a free download and I can actually do it!!! Now I am looking forward to playing with it and all the 50 some videos I have that are worthless in their long, boring state for just a few seconds of great.
|9/15/11: Another long day. Not everything is ready, but only lack a few signs for inside on items. We put up the signs on the road. Luckily someone on the next road over is having a sale also so I posted on their corner too. Maybe they advertised in the paper. I just put up things in the grocery stores, vet office and groomers and a listing on the trading post. Trading post is free so I can't complain that they screwed up my ad. They did get it right today but it was still not under the garage sale ads, so that might hurt. Anyway, I just hope help shows up. Stuff is in 2 places and I can't be in both. Loren has to drop Parker off in the morning for his flush. I need to sell a dog house, the bag of kibble and a box of treats and a couple of quarter items to pay for tomorrow. I need to sell absolutely everything including Lorens motorcycle, to just cover the past 6 weeks of bills. It's 6 p.m. and I'm ready to crash. I'll set the alarm for 6:00 as even though I posted 8, people will still show up at 7.|
|9/14/11: Ache all over. Worked way to hard on the yard sale yesterday and again today. Drug all the crates out and Loren pressure washed them. A lot just required hand scrubbing with cleanser. Also did Bears crates. He never uses the giant, so replaced it with the X large. He has been on my bed all afternoon.|
9/13/11: I spent the better part of the day cleaning the shop and setting up for a sale. I need to have this one and then another in about 2 months with part of a house full of stuff being donated by a dear friend. I just have to get that stuff over here. Working on it. Anyway, it felt strange and rather ironic that I was cleaning the shop, the place where Shelby lived and had her favorite happinesses, in order to get the money to pay for her death. When I came across all the things that reminded me of her, it was very hard to keep going without getting choked up. I know I made the right decision, but that does not make missing her any easier. I miss seeing her bounce around when she would see me coming down to feed or visit her or take her for a walk. Not often enough, but she appreciated every moment and let me know it with all the love she had. Those last few weeks she had just come alive. She just seemed 'at home'.
I got about half done in there. I still have stuff to get out of the basement. A lot of crates I will no longer need. Also several igloo dog houses. Loren will pressure wash them all in the morning. I've asked a neighbor for help, so hopefully she will get to her email and call. Some things I just need help with. Decided maybe someone would buy my industrial sewing machine. I'll keep the walking foot, but I never use the other one. It's about 10 years old but hardly used. I've made some curtains and mended some levis, but everything else, I do on the other one. I am going to get some sleep and then when the dogs start their middle of the night serenade, I'll get up and make some flyers to post in the stores and vets office. I need to submit it again on tradingpost. I don't want to pay $26 for a stupid ad in the paper. Hardly anyone takes the paper anymore.
The total adjustment of the dogs with Sarge added in is still a little unsettled. It is not any one particular dog against another. It's sheer numbers. I've had more in the house full time, but just a different dynamic and we didn't have Fez. With Fez, it is a movement issue. When he lays down, there is no getting from point A to point B for man or beast. Our kitchen has an island. Fez spreads out like a bear rug at one side and either Sissy, Zelda or Parker lays at the other side. Trying to prepare a meal and get from fridge to cupboard to stove can be a real challenge all the time. Getting the lower cupboards or the fridge open can be a real challenge. I either get ignored as I try to slide them over or they look at me as if to say "You're not cooking for me so why should I move".
9/12/11: 3:23 a.m.: Had a nightmare. I probably subconsciously took in a news story and it got scrambled. When one wakes me up, I always try to go back to sleep and make it 'come out right'. I end up lay awake giving it an ending, only it never is enough to let me go back to sleep.
Bear had given up on me last night. I opened the door for him to get on my bed and then got sidetracked. By the time I came to bed, he was outside. I called, but he only came to say 'hi' and then left again. Most have been outside all night enjoying the cooler weather. Even Goofy has been laying out on the deck instead of behind the sofa between the AC vents. Only ones I have are Sweetness and Chipi in the bedroom and Penny on the loveseat in the living room. I'm not sure if Fez is in with Loren or not. He's an "always near my people" dog.
9:45 a.m.: Took Parker in for hopefully the final flush. Picked up the bill for Shelby. No one is going to donate for the vet bills of a dead dog. The amount is devastating. My yard sale stuff will not even come close to paying off the bills for Parker, Penny and Shelby. Plus I have to get dog food next delivery. This is worse then when Brooks had his $3500 in vet bills and it shut me down for 8 months. Difference is, I didn't have a bunch of dogs that were 'unadoptable' that I had to continue to feed like I do now. I'm on the brink of tears.
Night time: At least I think it is. With a full moon, the dogs think it is bark time. Sarge is spending his first night in the house. Loren's door is shut and I closed mine so Bear could come in. Sarge scratched a few times until I told him 'no' and then he laid down right against it. I think he is attached to me, totally. He did get away from me .. yesterday? day before? ... but was only gone about 15 or 20 minutes. And I didn't totally lose sight of him. I tried the 'let him see me walk away' approach, but he was not going to follow. He's too smart to fall for that.
So, anyway, Bear could not stand not to be involved in the bark-a-thon so when he left, I closed his door and opened my door. Sarge, Goofy and Fez were still inside. Goofy is sound asleep in the family room. Fez right in front of Loren's door. And Sarge followed me into here and is asleep a foot away from me. Chipi has her apprehensions. I think she is letting him know that I am not strictly his responsibility.
Parker did fine. Rob said he will talk to Dr. Miller and we may be done! I hope so. Bills are just mounting. A friend is donating a bunch of stuff for me to have a sale after my daughters visit. I'm going to have a mini sale this Friday as I have got to get some money.
I wish they would stop singing. I really want to get some sleep. I could go sleep in the shop, but it's still pretty dusty. I'm still working down there every day to find stuff under the dust. A lot of hours ahead of me to be ready for Friday. Then I'll spend Friday evening cleaning house AGAIN. Never ending dog dust and Fez hair!
9/11/11: To everyone else, today is the 10 anniversary of the attacks. To me it is my grandsons 26th birthday. Suppose it is a lot of other people's birthday or anniversary too. I'm not much on dates. Never was.
Sarge came into the house pack yesterday. I needed a 'dog moment' after 6 hours trying to get a human who spoke English from United. Mission accomplished. Flight schedule confirmed. Anyway, started with letting him run on the acreage. Let Penny in. Then walked the hill to open the big gate from Bears side and let Sweetness and Chipi over. Bear really wanted to come in and he and Sarge sniffed through the fence with no event. Just am not ready to trust him. Came back down and let Parker and Sahara in. Then Goofy and (unwillingly) Mazi. Mazi was a poop so get her back. Zelda never came out of the house. Fez gave up and went inside. I opened the gate to the house and went back inside the house. First time Sarge wandered through the gate and onto the deck, Mazi and Sahara went out and herded him back into the big yard. I watched and when he came back, I made them leave him alone. He made it through the doggie door without incident and past Zelda. She barely looked up from her nap. Fez checked him out and went off playing squeaky toy. Poor Bear just kept looking through the glass. If all is calm in the dog world Monday, I am going to take some deep breaths and start letting Bear over with one more. I'm just not sure if it should be opening the big gate between the yards or in the house. Less stress and 'ownership' in the yard, but no way to break up a fight. Less space in the house, but access if it erupts. Mazi will be a problem and so will Goofy, but I think Fez will be fine and I really think Zelda may just go hide. This is just something I need to get through. Bear cannot spend the rest of his life standing at the glass looking sad.
Evening: Must be a full moon. Must have been a full moon all day. Things kind of didn't go all that perfect. Sarge really enjoyed his house time and got past me this morning. I gave up after following him on foot for 20 minutes. He came back a little later. I'd left the one gate open into the garage yard so he went in there on his own. They had to make their usual commotion and Parker and Fez got into it. Sarge made himself at home until evening. Actually he was fine. Miss Mazi started trouble and Penny joins in. They got a 'time out' down in the yard behind the house. I let them back up just before dark and put Sarge back in his yard. He likes his yard, at night, anyway. His private room with soft beds.
Parker goes in for the eye flush in the morning. I dread it after Shelby got tubed wrong. I know they have plenty of time where they did not with Shelby, but it still makes me very uneasy. I want down in numbers, but hers was not on the list of ways.
9/10/11: Think I forgot to mention Parker. After this last flush, he is doing great. He has no more gunk in his eyes each morning then the normal dog. He feels so much better. Come Monday he will be back on kibble which is probably going to depress him. He has had ground beef and ground turkey mixed with Honest Kitchen re-hydrated vegetables. He will still get the HK, but the meat is only going to be sprinkles.
My daughter will be here in a week. This is her first trip to Arkansas. I'm so out of practice signing. We 'talk' via video phone, but not often enough.
Fez has a squeaky bunny. One came back with Mazi and somewhere a second turned up. Good thing, as it's Penny's favorite toy (after my bedroom slippers). It is hilarious to see this 135 pound black gorilla of a dog carrying this little white (OK, once white, now dirt beige) stuffed bunny around and working his jaws to make it squeak. I hope to catch it on video. I hope when my daughter comes, she can show me how to edit the videos. She is so good at figuring things out. Like I use to be.
Afternoon: I have spent the last 3 hours on the phone on hold or talking to someone in a foreign country who does not speak English. Lesson: Don't fly. Drive where you want to go. Or take a train (?)
My daughter called (through relay service) because she was suppose to confirm her flight schedule a week before she leaves. Even the TTY (telecommunication for the deaf) person could not type English. I'm sure you have all experienced 30 minute hold time and then someone who you can't understand and they can't understand you. That, of course after pressing a gazillion numbers, none of which is appropriate to your situation. All I know for certain is the schedule she had no longer exists. Neither does the original confirmation number. What time she is to leave Seattle and what time she is to arrive here next Saturday is unknown. But the recording sure wants you to know you need to show up 90 minutes early. Earlier then what? I can so understand why people go crazy and go into airports and hospitals and schools and government offices and big business corporations and start blasting away. Problem is they are not knocking off the CEO's who make these policies that make us all crazy.
I watched a movie many years ago called "White Man's Burden" (1995) It starred John Travolta and Harry Bellefonte. It was a racial class switch, but irrelevant to the color issues, it still points out the arrogance of the rich and powerful over the general economic majority. It is worth the time to watch.
9/9/11: This is much harder then I thought. I knew my decision was the right one when I made it, but all night I kept wondering. Doubting. I don't let go. My biggest emotional fault. I question myself and then never forgive myself. I keep thinking "maybe the girls didn't want to let her go and ignored me and there was a miracle and they will call me and I will pick her up and she will be fine". Ridiculous. Stupid. My bag of miracles is all used up. They are all going to eventually die and I can do nothing about it. But deciding when.. right now, a week from now, lets keep trying no matter what... I don't want those decisions. When Georgia was shot, I took her in to emergency. They said she would be fine. I took her home and sat on the floor with her all night. She died in my arms that morning at 5:55. I didn't make that decision. I did what I could and trusted what I was told. The regrets are always there, though. I let her get away from me. I was not fast enough getting the car keys to go after her. I should have ran instead of walked. I should have worked with her more so she would not have run in the first place. Religion gets in my way. Not belief or faith. They are 2 different things. If "God already knows what will happen before it happens", then what is the point of anything? Free will to do what He already knows we will do? Sorry, that makes no sense to me. It takes away my will; my motivation; my worth. Is there a Heaven? An afterlife? Angels? A power that 'monitors' the universe and listens to our pleas? Yes to all. The ability to get there is not from a pulpit or a book, but from within ourselves. I hold lives in my hands. It does not make me powerful. It makes me sad.
Evening: Feeling better thanks to a friend who took the time to do some internet investigating and a call to her vet. What she learned eased my mind. I am now sure I did the right thing for Shelby. I will rest better tonight... if the full moon does not keep the pack busy barking. At the moment it is quiet, but they are just waiting for the "I went to bed" signal so they can begin the nightly guarding.
I put Sarge in the shop with me for several hours while I cleaned. He was content, but then wanted to go back to his space. He really does like the big yard and his personal giant dog house and bed. Anyway, I started setting up for a yard sale. It won't be for 2 weeks because we will be picking up my daughter next Saturday at the airport. She doesn't know it yet, but the following Saturday, she is going to help with the sale. I have got to get some money for all these vet bills. I need to get dog food too, when they deliver in Gainesville in about 2 weeks. If I miss, I will run out and it will cost me about $6 more a day to feed. Getting down on dogs has sure not made a difference in bills yet. What I'm not out on food is quadruple made up for in vet bills. I could have fed these 12 for 6 months on what the past 4 weeks have been in surgeries.
Loren felt really bad today. Hope tomorrow is better. It has been such beautiful weather for him to go fishing. He went before dawn this morning but barely got out on the lake and got feeling really bad. Came home and spent the day in bed.
Dogs got impatient with me not going to bed and started singing without me. Wish I had some ice cream. Settle for a few Hershey Kisses and a long bath.
9/08/11: This is not a good day. It started out good and then went terribly wrong. Shelby is gone. She died. She had a small chance of survival, but she would have had a future of pain and suffering. I could not let that be her life. She was so happy yesterday. So full of life, bouncing around when I went down to the shop and spent the better part of the day with her. I spent a lot of time with her this past week. Something was drawing me to clean the shop and plan a yard sale. But I would get down there and sew covers for the dogs mattresses and pet Shelby. She was so happy having me there with her. She was just radiant with joy. A sparkle I had not seen before. Even in the back of my mind, I had glimpses of her integrating into the house pack. Her chances of adoption were slim. She could not spend her life in the shop. But I guess she did. Regrets. We always have regrets and if we don't, well we are just not compassionate people. I don't regret the decision to let her go in the midst of surgery. To have it completed and her to relapse within moments of sedation wearing off, to feel the tremendous pain again, to be alone in a strange place and no one there with her. I could not let that happen. Vets don't babysit dogs all night. They don't sit on the floor with them, holding their heads in their lap to comfort them. I had said my goodbye before I loaded her in the car. I just had no idea it would be a goodbye. I just knew she was very sick, that it came on almost instantly and that she was going to be fine. The thought that she would not be coming 'home' tonight never crossed my mind when the office girl led her to the back.
I grieve for her. This became her forever home. Just like Nicholas and Georgia and Click and Dante. It was not meant for them to move on. It was meant for me to love them and hold them and take away their pain. Maybe staying here will be Sarge's future. He played in the back yard with Penny today. The others were not sure if they should fence fight or greet him. I will bring him up tomorrow and add another dog. Strangely, Bear went to the fence and did not even go bonkers. Maybe Sarge has become well balanced. Maybe me 'getting out of rescue' means just keeping what's here until death do us part'. Future plans just do not seem to be useful at this point. Life can change in just minutes.
Well, Shelby, all I can say is I loved you. I will miss you. And you are in good company with Keeton and all the rest up in doggie heaven. Please forgive me for not being able to hold you at the end.
9/07/11: Hope today's results for Parker will be better. Dropped him off this morning. Learned about it yesterday. Not totally satisfied, but neither is Rob. He is just going under advise of the expert.
Sarge is still walking nicely. He was a little hyped yesterday morning when Betty was with me. It's just having a second person. But he needs that. He needs socialization but until I am 100% confident he knows I am his leader, I can't be taking him places. He will most likely be getting a Saint friend in the next few days. I hope we don't back slide. On a trial basis so if it doesn't work, she goes back. She sounds very adoptable or I could not consider it. Of course, so is Mazi and she is not going anywhere.
Weather has been great the past few days. Trying to stay out as much as possible. Wish the dogs would. The Pyrs are staying outside at night, but Fez, Sweetness and Chipi are right by my bed. Sissy is getting off the deck when I go scold her for barking and going up on the hill to continue, so that has helped. I still need to work my schedule around theirs. Four hours straight and it was like a good nap. I was up at 4:30 and could not get back to sleep. 10:30 a.m. now and I am ready for the next nap.
|9/06/11: Parkers eye quit bleeding yesterday but the accumulation of goop and dried blood is a mess. To just hold a warm, wet washcloth against the eye until the goop dissolves takes forever. The TN person said not to wipe it. He shuts the eye so tight that the goop on the rim of the lids does not get dissolved. I am just so frustrated. I have an appointment for 3:40 today. If his eye is going to bleed and he is going to be in pain and not let me near it... well, we are just going to have to figure out something else. I am not putting him through this every 4 days.|
9/04/11: 3:18 a.m. More blood. Parker is not scratching at the eye. He does not do that. No blood on his paw. But the blood coming from the eye continues to be fresh. I don't rub to clean it. I use a soft clean washcloth with luke warm water and just compress it lightly to clean away the blood. I have to turn it and re-fold it all 8 ways, rinsing it out in between. He always came to me when it was time to clean or medicate his eye until Friday. When he came home with blood coming from it, he does not want me to touch it. He sees the cloth and he gets up and goes out in the yard. This is just SO WRONG! It's a holiday weekend. I'm sure Rob is not on call. No one else knows the case. I have an appointment for Tuesday afternoon, but 2 more days of him like this... This is just breaking my heart and scaring the hell out of me. It is not like I didn't tell them on Friday afternoon and again on Saturday. But no call. No explanation. I find it hard to believe Rob is really getting the message. Even the gal on Friday from the TN vet had no satisfactory explanation. I don't know what they do during a nasolacrimal flush, but to make the eye bleed just is not normal.
I called the HomeAgain medical hotline, something that is included in microchip registration, and talked to a vet. She said it cannot wait until Tuesday. This is not right. She said I should call my vet right now (4:00 a.m.) but I went in to check on Parker first and he is sound asleep. I will call when he wakes up. He suffers enough without me interrupting his sleep.
Afternoon: Sarge and I had a wonderful morning walk!! Bananas!! As crazy as it sounds, bananas seem to be the solution. Sarge has pulled like a freight train since day one. Always on 2 leashes to keep from pulling me over. He eats leaves, grass, weeds. Anything green. And he would pull me from plant to plant. I give him every supplement in the book and every nutritional vegetable, but he still had to have 'green'. I watched an old Dog Whisperer yesterday. The dog on the show ate everything from paper to poop to plastic. Cesar gave him a banana. He said he probably needed the potassium. What did I have to lose? In less then 24 hours I have a changed dog!!! Not only is he walking calmly and not going from plant to plant, he is not pulling. When we got back to his yard, I went and got the other half of the banana. I said 'heel' and he walked by my side off lead. I said 'sit' and he sat. 'Down' and he laid down. I have struggled with this boy for 5 full months. Used every method I knew. And it all came down to a banana!
9/03/11- 3:20 a.m. They let me sleep until just a little while ago. Now they are 'on the job' with voiced blaring. someone's septic must be backed up. Sinks outside. Know it is not ours as would be smelling it inside and we just had it pumped last year. We'd lived here 8 years and it was less then half full so now we know we are good for 15 years or maybe the rest of our life.
Parkers eye is still bleeding. He is not wanting me to touch it. For him to complain is definitely not good. All I did was lay a warm, wet washcloth against it and he kind of moved away. Before it felt good to him. I am just so upset. And he pawed in the general area of it yesterday and this morning. He has never bothered it. I'll have to put the e-collar on him if he continues. I can tell if he does because his paw will have blood on it. So far it has not.
I've had several people write me about their old dogs passing or near that stage in life. Not ones they got from me, just people who wander onto my site. It brings Keeton back to the forefront of my mind. Oh, how I miss him. Maybe going overboard with 'more then 16' was my way of coping after he died. I really don't know. I just know the less dogs I have, the more I think of him because the more mind space I have for thought. I'm struggling with that balance between the dogs that are here. No one feels like they are 'special' above the others. I suppose that is good in that no one feels un-special. But they all need to feel more important then they do. Sahara has been emerging more. Almost four years and she is just beginning to ask for a walk and ask to be petted. It is heartwarming. Zelda has withdrawn, but sometimes comes for attention too. Zelda was feeling better for awhile, but I can tell the Doxy did not cover the underlying cause of her past 3 years of discontent. Discomfort.
Bear nuzzled with me again last night and the others did only a little complaining on the other side of the door. When I woke, he had been down for awhile as the bed was not warm other then where I was and Sweetness was. He gets too hot and when I sleep, he sees no point in staying. After all, I quit massaging his muscles and joints. It's called falling asleep.
I'm hoping to have some ambition today to make some more mattress covers and mop. I got that funky floor scrubber. It is much easier them mopping but the water tank is so small, I have to fill it 7 times just for the living room and 5 times for the kitchen. Basically less then a 10 x 10 area per fill. A lot of trips to dump and fill. It needs to be 4 times bigger and 4 times heavier. Not commercial, just practical. I have to remember to order the cleaner I use. I'm almost out. Owner of the company died, his wife sold and I don't really like dealing with the new owners. He was an old Italian marble expert and these guys just sell his formulated product (and I don't think it is exactly the same).
I've deleted my Facebook. I'm just too old to deal with such nonsense. If it were not for still needing 4 dogs adopted and wanting to stay in contact with my past adopters, I would not even have a computer. It has become a way to communicate without communication. What happened to real conversation? Where you actually hear a voice? And have to wait your turn to speak? Texting is great for the deaf but people who can hear should listen. Email is good for reaching someone who may have an alternate work schedule and you have little time to talk. Life has become so impersonal, yet we, as a society have opened up ourselves to the world as "friends" even when we don't have a clue who they are or what they are about. How many 'friends' do you really have? Face to face, exchanging personal thoughts? Or long distance, by phone, that you have actually met face to face and care, really care, about each other?
Sarge walked nicely on one leash today!!! I always have to have 2. One goes from his collar, down his back and around his groin. That one is to keep him from pulling me over. The other is to lead. It was almost like a light of realization went off. "If I pull, I won't get walked:. He sees me walk Shelby, who is a dream on leash and I know he feels bad. I think he just finally 'got it'. I was so happy, I got choked up. I've been trying so hard with him for so many months and to finally see real progress was wonderful. Maybe now he will have a better chance at a home.
9/02/11: I am losing it. I dropped Parker off at 9:30 this morning. I do not know what time Rob got to him to do a nasolacrimal flush (I copied that off the TN vet paper) which took less then 5 minutes down there. I finally called at 2:00 and Parker 'could go'. His eye has been bleeding. Real blood, not some mucus or dye. The counter staff had no answers for me to the questions I wrote out and were evasive with excuses to go get them. I don't know what is going on. Rob is a great, caring vet whom I trust but ... So anyway, I called the TN vet, took photos as asked and emailed them off. I should hear back from someone there before 5. I'm just about to break down in tears. Parker never complains. It has taken too long and we've come too far for it to go to crap.
Other then stressing over Parker, did get a few things done. Penny got her staples out. Her incisions healed well. Sarge and Shelby got long walks. Sarge is getting better. Now I only run to keep from falling down. I don't practically fly through the air. Loren walked Goofy and Fez threw a fit so I quickly got dresses and we caught up with them.
We had pizza buffet for lunch and then I spent 2 hours in the shop with Shelby and sewed 3 mattress covers. I have enough material to make twice as many as I have mattresses so it will be nice when I can do a load of laundry without having to wait for it to dry to put everything back down.
I'm feeding early. Loren laid down for a nap, which means since it is 3:30 p.m., he probably will not get up until morning.
9:00 p.m.: I have had it. No call from the vet or staff. Rob is usually not in on Saturdays. I'm tired. Frustrated. Angry. Parker has been through so much and he is such a love about it all. This is just not right. I don't want to move them all to Flippin as it is so far but I do not trust any of the other local vets. Last year we spent almost $10,000 on vetting there for Ozark Dogs and another $2000 for Sissy's medicine. That is $1000 a month. To not have my questions answered twice this week and still unsure about what to do for Parker... I am ready to scream. He is such a sweet boy to go through all this and he does not deserve to have his care compromised because no one will tell me what to do or why so much blood is STILL coming from his eye.
9/01/11: Don't know what happened to yesterday. Today will probably be a blur too. Sissy has decided to bark from dusk to dawn... non-stop. Last night was the third night in a row. She sits on the deck. I go out to bring her in and she runs off. I go back to bed, she comes back and starts again. Shelby joined in last night. Unusual for her. Which made Bear get off the bed and join in too. I'm going to re-set the yard light to stay on all night. That might help. I wish we could get an electrician to fix the power to the other 2 lights that quit a long time ago. Afraid it may require trenching up a line. A full moon makes them bark, but artificial light is not inviting to other critters so they stay away.
I thought maybe Nancy was early. All the dogs are lined up by the door. How do they know it is Thursday?? After the walk and feeding (them and me), I'm going back to bed. I need some solid sleep.
8/31/11: Loren and Parker made it home Monday night around 9:45 p.m. I hated that he did not stay the night in a motel and get some sleep. He slept until 11 a.m. Tuesday morning. I didn't get much sleep. I was up until after 1 a.m. trying to get Parker to eat. He had to take his medication and it said on a full stomach. Plus he can't chew for 14 days. re-hydrated food alone is not appealing to any of them. I had some canned yucky stuff that was given to me. I had no choice but to open a can for him. Slid it out and cut away the fat and grease around the sides and picked through it removing more. I don't know how anyone can feed that stuff to their dog. Be like cooking beacon, leaving it in the pan to cool and then eating the whole mess, grease and all. Anyway, he finally ate so I could go to bed.
Yesterday the eye looked really bad. I called TN vets who did not get back to me until 4 p.m. They left out an instruction. Actually several. In the mean time, I had called my vet and left a message. That call was not returned at all. I know he did not get the message as he definitely would have called. Anyway, I needed a 'normal' saline solution to clean Parkers eye after removing the goop with a warm cloth and before putting in the medication. Small Pharmacies were closing. Tried all the ones that were open and none had the right stuff. Wal-mart ordered it and will be in today. Fifty applications for $22. Guess it could be worse. Anyway, one of the vets who was on call had some so it was left on the door at the clinic. Went over and got it. Good thing I read the writing. It expired a year ago. It might have been fine, but I was not chancing it. I don't know how much damage old purified water and sodium chloride (salt) could do, but after reading instructions on the internet of how to make the saline solution, I decided it was best to error on the side of 'Don't use it'.
Cooked up hamburger and turkey burger for Parker. Never bought ground turkey before. Don't think I will again. It wants to clump together and Parker can't chew. Took a lot of effort to get it into tiny pieces like hamburger in a taco. That is how Parker needs it.
Actually today has not really started. 4:17 a.m. and I need to get some sleep. Zelda has now decided not to let Parker back in when he goes outside. I've been up and down all night running interference. That is all I need, another Bear. When someone gets sick, ban them from existence. Crap!
8/29/11: 5:22 a.m. They just pulled out of the driveway. I got up an hour ago... well actually I have hardly been to bed... and took Parker for a walk to pee and poop. It was successful. I didn't want him uncomfortable on the long ride. I fed him at 11:45 last night. A brief storm came through which freaked Parker out eight after that, so I was up calming him. Once he settled in on the bed with Loren, it was 2 something. I decided to sit on the floor and comb dogs. Sahara was handy. I got away with it for about half an hour, then she got up and went outside. Zelda was close by. She put up with it for about 20 minutes then left too. Sissy was next. That lasted about 20 minutes and I was finished with the "up" side. To ask Sissy to roll over is just not worth it. She can barely get up anymore. I mop around her. I walk around her. Sometimes I even go the long way around to get from one place in the house to another because I can't get by her. Old and arthritic. Worse then me.
Penny and Mazi are playing. I'm going back to bed and hopefully get some sleep before Sahara wakes me up to feed them.
Noon: I have learned a lot today. (1) a dead tooth can cause an eye infection. (2) You don't put a 50 pound bag of dog food in a medium size crate (unless you plan to leave it there). (3) Swim suits shrink when you leave them in the drawer for several years. (4) Not all Newfies will save people. Some will drown them. Or in other words, not all Newfies can swim so they try to climb on top of you.
(1) After numerous phone calls between vets and Loren and I, Parker is having 2 teeth pulled. The eye specialist found something he had never encountered before so conferred with the dental specialist. Seems Parker is a rare case, a one in a million or maybe 10 million. His canine tooth root system is weird and the dead tooth has caused an infection which has traveled to the eye. I am totally un-medical, but bottom line, their vets and Rob, my vet all talked it over, never encountered anything like it but consensus was to pull the teeth. Rob will have to do some follow up every 3 to 4 days. I'm not sure for how long. Total for the specialists will be around $900. I tease Rob that he should pay me for all this education in rare conditions I have presented him with through the years.
(2) I was given some off brand dog food several months ago from the Diamond distributor that I will not feed. I was trying to load the SUV to take stuff from the house down to the shop. The bag is 50 pounds and I can barely lift it. Crate was already loaded and in the way. I opened the door and kind of rolled the bag in. Trust me, it did not roll out so easily. It all went crashing together to the ground. Luckily the bag only tore and did not break open. Had to disassemble the crate to get it out.
(3) That is pretty self explanatory.
(4) I had this great idea. Take Fez to the lake. I envisioned him swimming off and me having to go in and head him back to shore. My mind was filled with him romping around in the water, wanting to stay all day. We would swim side by side and I could rest my arm on his back like he was saving me. Not even close to reality.
The hill from the parking lot to the water was steep so he was not all that sure he wanted to walk down it. I switched leashes to one of those 20' retractable. Not many people use this area as it is mostly a boat launch so the bottom was slick and slimy. I slipped out of my shoes and into some slippers. Real slippers like night time. I didn't have anything else that I could get wet. I went in the water where I could barely touch. Fez was unsure. I coaxed. He dove. Panicked. Caught my lip with his front claw, and the top of my head with his other front paw. I went under!
Let me explain. I am terrified to go under water. I am a good swimmer, but head up. I don't dive or jump in. My nose is not to be submerged. Period. Or I panic.
Amazingly, I did not panic. All I could think about was saving Fez!!! Get my head out from under the water and get him back to shore. It was an epiphany. Not quite the same as when Griffin jumped in the bath tub with me, but still a life changing moment.
And so the day is only half over and Fez is sound asleep half under my chair. We have bonded. My lip is swollen. My slippers are somewhere in the mud about 10 feet from shore.
8/28/11: I know it was late when Journey got to his home last night and busy with introductions. I am, as the old saying goes, on "pins and needles" waiting to hear. This is crazy because this is not normal for me. I always wonder and worry until I get that first email from 'home', but this is above normal.
I can't believe my granddaughter bought a puppy from a pet store!!! Of course, this one granddaughter just flat out does not like me so I'm sure I just added to that by sending my daughter puppy mill info sites. From what my daughter described, the puppy has a 'weird' eye. Probably an Aussie with different color eyes, but more then that from what she says about it. I know how cruel to take it back and get your money back, but it won't stop until people quit buying them. There has to be some harshness before these scum breeders can be stopped. Just incase you just 'tuned in' the videos here have been around for some years and the situation has NOT improved. http://www.prisonersofgreed.org/
Dogs were pretty good last night. Weather has been cooler and they enjoy being outside on the deck. Bear wants to be part of the pack so bad. I will have to come up with the money some how to get a particular trainer / behaviorist over here for a one time 'experience'. I just don't know how good she is or if she would be at all a help. She has a physical disability and no words or 'calm assertive' vibes is going to break up a fight with several 100+ pound dogs set on doing physical damage to one another. I mostly need to know Goofy would be safe around Bear. If Bear will accept Goofy's friendship, things will fall into place. Goofy tries to love everyone. Zelda will just have to deal with it. She is not brave either when there is no glass between them. Bear cannot spend the rest of his life with only half the dogs half the time. We need to be "family." No outcasts.
8 p.m.: Loren is in bed. Alarm clocks set. Car packed: directions, GPS, inflatable donut collar, modified E-collar, water, bowls, food, pills he might need. Eye meds he has used. Lorens clothes. Motel confirmation. Non-profit verification. Full tank of gas. Extra leash. Vet records were already faxed, but our vet info if it didn't happen. Cell phone will go into the car in the morning. I'm a basket case and will be until they are both safely home.
We both took a nap today. I fell asleep around 10:30 this morning and woke up at 2:30!!! This is daytime! Loren slept about 2 hours. Just shows how much stress is around here. We become walking zombies until we collapse. My nap was interrupted a few times by big wet Fez kisses, but I barely remember them. Anyway, I need to get up at midnight and feed Parker as it will need digested before they leave at 5 a.m. He won't get to eat until tomorrow night and he will most likely not feel like it.
8/27/11: 5:57 a.m.: Hope the store bakery has some donuts done. They are my life support. Like some peoples coffee. Loren will feed as Journey will not understand not getting breakfast. I doubt he would get sick, but he is already nervous. How do they know??? Feeding him at 1 a.m. was kind of a clue then, but not earlier. Getting a bath yesterday should not have been. It was his third since being here. I'm taking and sending a new roll of paper towels. He has not been a drooler, (just when he drinks) but the past few days, he really has started. Nerves... but how does he know? They read us so well, not just our minds but deep in our sub-conscious... deep in our soul.
7:42 p.m.: Journey should be arriving at his home soon. I don't know why I am so nervous. So terribly sad. Maybe it is because I am not replacing him. When a dog left, I always had several more in mind to take in. In a week, 3 have left. The 'nest' is seeming empty. (How can 13 dogs make one feel empty??!!) Journey is so special. They are all special, but a few come along that I just want to keep. He is one. And Monkey. And Shaggy. And Griffin. (sharing my bathtub with me in it did endear him to me beyond words). Several others. They all have wonderful families and I know they are happier then they would be here having to share me. But I miss them.
I knew quitting would be hard, but I totally had the reason wrong. I thought it would be for turning down dogs in need. That is a definite factor, but it is more in the just saying goodbye to an era of my life. Sort of like a person who loves to swim but got washed overboard and is drowning. I loved rescue, but I was emotionally (physically and financially) going under for the last time. No life vest in sight.
But hopefully I will be able to move into the plan I had set 2 years ago. To help people keep their dogs rather then having to give them up. I realize some people want to give up their dogs because they are lazy (I just don't have enough time for him). But there are others who are forced to move and cannot find a place that accepts pets. Or they are temporarily incapacitated and can't afford boarding. Or they just can't afford the food or vet bills. That is my new intended direction. I just hope I can get people onboard to help. It will be a lot more work then feeding, changing water and poop scooping.
8/26/11 barely: Chaos. Things are just not right with Zelda. I have been saying this for years and it just gets worse. She did appear the aggressor as far as growling. "Stay away from me". Never more in that moment. Pack brawls, it was hard to determine, but they never lasted more then a few seconds and there rarely are bystanders. Taking sides, yes. But quickly resolved. Just now something very strange happened, Zelda could not come in the house. The others... most of the others... were not letting her. Maybe just too many too long in the house. Journey leaves Saturday and possible Penny in a few days. Mazi will share space with Sarge after that. I just need this house pack thinned out. There are none else to move. Hopefully that will be sufficient.
Poor Parker could not get in either. He rolled over on his back when I went out to bring him in and put the young ones on the other side of the gate. The darn battery in the garage door opener is beeping and that freaks some of them. Neither of us is healthy enough to get up on a ladder and unscrew screws to take it down and put a new one in. Maybe when the yard guy comes Saturday, Loren can have him do it. Or just remove it so it will shut up. Dogs hate those noises.
Sissy is enjoying the evening without the humidity. It is actually nice outside. Sahara was outside on the deck also. Not sure if by choice. She came in but may have went back out. I just wish I knew what to do about Zelda. I love her. She has been here 4? 5? years? I know this dog and she is sick. Just don't know with what. Started so long ago, if it were cancer or a brain tumor, it would have killed her by now. Do dogs get Alzheimer's? Or just some grumpy in middle age?
Just discovered the reason I am uncomfortable and feeling strangled... night shirt on backwards. I grabbed and did not take time to pay attention. 12:44 a.m. I'm heading back to bed and hopefully the rest of the night will be peaceful... .
5:17: A.M.! Does that tell you anything? Sahara stayed over with Bear but that did not stop Zelda episodes. I'm not sure is doing what. I just know that there was constant bickering on the deck, I would get up, it would stop and several would run inside. Sometimes Zelda, sometimes several of the others. I'm not sure who was keeping who outside. Actually they should have all just found a spot and slept. It is so nice out. About 75 degrees and much cooler then in the house. Fresh water in 4 outside locations. No excuse. I'm literally sick to my stomach for lack of sleep for 2 nights. Only chance for a nap will be after I feed until 10:30 as Shelby gets a bath at 11 and Journey at 1. That puts me into dinner time when I get journey home.
Loren is going fishing. I may make a breakfast strudel cake for myself. I wish I had those little 'just add water and bake' breakfast muffins. I wish I could just go back to bed and get a few hours sleep.
8/25/11: Bear and Sweetness shared my bed most of the night. Usually the others complain as the door is closed and they are jealous. I either slept through it or they didn't make a ruckus. BUT, it was like opening Pandora's Box when I got up and put Bear, Chipi and Sweetness in Bears room and I let the others in to mine. Mazi has picked up on Zelda's 'glass door' fighting and Penny on the fence fighting. It is really getting bad. Has been since Mazi came back. I'm so glad Journey is leaving before he gets corrupted by the girls. If it would not traumatize Bear, I'd stick Mazi over with him. In self defense, I know I'd have vet bills if I did. I'm considering putting Mazi with Sarge if he does not come down with mange. She needs to abide by the house rules if she expects to stay in the house. A time out might clarify it for her. If Penny had just not had surgery, she'd be going out too.
Shelby's eyes are fine. It must have been the way the light was. Amanda did a thorough exam and a pressure test. All was good. Eye reflexes and dilation good. The Navy Recruiter had called and was interested in her. Said he was 'on his way', but he never showed up. Waited for over an hour and then had to get her to the vet. Loren went to lunch without me as I kept thinking the guy would be here any minute. So inconsiderate. Anyway, Shelby has fleas again. I knew she had flea dander (is that the right term?). She got Comfortis about 5 or 6 weeks ago and frontline 2 weeks ago. She also had a bath a few weeks ago. And I spread DE all over her yard several weeks ago. I'll try to get her in for a flea bath. I've been spraying her with a herbal blend with cedar oil which is suppose to be a great natural flea eliminator. Her coat is so thick, I have to rub it in with my fingers. She likes it!
I need to do DE in the other yards too, but it is either way to hot or rains. If it is washed away by the rain, it's a waste of time. Since I am not using the one yard, I could aggressively spray it with something, but unless I spray 10 feet all the way around, that is probably pointless too. Trying to get a lawn service to give an estimate for the weeds that have taken over. Some areas just can't be mowed or bush hogged. Hiring these guys from ads is a waste of money. Last on pulled out all my lilies even after I specifically told him "these are lilies so just break them off". He pulled out the lilies and broke off the weeds. Of course what more could I expect from someone with more piercings the a pin cushion has pins.
8/24/11: What a night. Guess the dogs and mother nature felt they had been overly kind to me for 2 nights. We lost power shortly after I dozed off and that was the end of my sleep until a brief nap at dawn. Dogs do not like pitch dark. Two flash lights and one candle just don't really get it in a house this size. Power was only off for about an hour. We had about a dozen flickers where it went off and then back on, but not enough to cause the riot the earlier black out did. Thunder and lightening hit with a vengeance most of the night. Journey decided it was his sole responsibility to chase away the lightening. He kept running out in the rain and barking every time it lit up the sky. I have never had a dog do that. Parker, of course, was trying to hide from the noise. He just ran from one room to another. I put the 'thunder shirt' on him and it really does help a little, but definitely does not solve the fear. He just didn't run as fast with it on. Chipi was a bit unnerved by the loud booms. So was Penny. They all did want to be close to me.
I kept thinking of Shelby down in the shop. It is so loud with the metal roof. I wanted to go get her, but just didn't know how I could go out side. Sarge had the giant dog house so I don't think it was any louder then in the house.
Noticed cataracts on both Shelby's eyes last night. She has always been light sensitive so I have really watched her eyes. It is just something I do every day when I feed her. I look at her eyes. Maybe I had not noticed a little sooner as usually do not have my glasses on when feeding. We go in to have them checked at 2.
8/23/11: They were so quiet again. I think when dogs leave, they all get really good, hoping they will not be next. They don't know that leaving can be a good thing.
Fez saw the vet yesterday. He cut his pad. Thank goodness it is nothing serious, but sadly very painful. Kwin will be going back to Janices. I didn't think about what effect a contagious dog could have on Loren. Mange test was inconclusive, but I can't take a chance. Penny will come home today if she is doing ok. It was extensive. I asked Rob to write it up. I think the ACO needs to be informed that he could easily have killed or paralyzed her. I doubt he cares, but it was like shooting a dog with an elephant gun the velocity that he had it cranked up to, to do so much penetration. Why she would have needed tranquilized in the first place is beyond me.
Betty and Nancy will come to dog walk this morning. Always trying to figure out how to walk the most dogs in the least amount of trips. Poor Sarge often gets left out because none of us can handle him. A catch 22. He needs walked to settle down and learn, but until he settles down and learns, he can't be controlled. Us old ladies just don't have the strength.
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8/22/11: Penny is through surgery. It was a "through and through" and he's pretty sure he got it all. I've not talked to Rob, but he will call later. Just info passed on by the desk help. Kwin is in getting HW test and skin scrape. Fez is limping worse this morning. He has an appointment at 2 with Wendy.
I got a lot of sleep last night. About 9 to 2 and then up awhile and then semi-conscious from about 4 to 7.
|8/21/11: Why can't I just have a 100% good day? On the plus side, I met 2 wonderful ladies, mother and daughter who adopted Hush and Hanna. Yesterday I checked on Lily (now Cocoa) and she is doing great. I have someone taking Kwin as soon as I can get her into the vet and be sure she is not contagious with anything. So I guess 80% is good. The down side is Fez started limping. He was just into the vet last week. Not sure if he bruised a pad or hurt his wrist (do you call it a wrist when it's the lower joint of the front leg?)|
8/20/11: Another storm moving in. Aside from Parker being terrified, a good rain would be welcome. I just hope Kwin seeks shelter in the dog house with Sarge. She knows the doggie door, but seems to prefer to stay against the fence as close to the house as she can get. Shelby is in the shop. Maybe I mentioned that. I don't know what I am doing anymore.
I fell asleep about noon leaning against the sofa arm. Woke up just long enough the grab a pillow and right back to sleep until after 3. I probably needed it since I won't be getting much tonight with thunder and Parker.
Hush leaves tomorrow. I'm really feeling good on this one. I've attached her site to his page. Journey may have a home too. I'll know more when I get a chance to finish contacting her vet, etc. My biggest concerns remain Shelby and Sarge... and this new GSD. Shelby is delighted to be in the shop. She actually bounces around when I go down to feed her. I actually see some happiness in her face. But then the sadness returns when I leave. I need to start cleaning the shop Monday so she will have a lot of time with me for the next few days.
Getting very stormy and dogs are getting restless.
8/19/11: So much for getting down on dogs. I ended up with one from the cruelty case. Person who said she'd take it backed out and left it with Janice. Janice could not take all 3. I got the one in the best shape, which is not saying much. I think it also has the best set of lungs, which is saying a lot. I don't know what time she finally quieted down. I could barely hear her from my room, but she kept all the house dogs barking in reply. I finally had to put the 5 'adoptables' out into the big yard and garage area. Closing the gate onto the 2 acres didn't set well with the rest, but too bad.
I called the specialist Dr. Rob has been conferring with about Parkers eye. If it is what is expected, $1000. Well, with Penny's surgery this Monday and Bear still needing in for exam and possible x-rays and this new dog from yesterday, I'm only a couple thousand dollars short. I have got to get someone to volunteer to come help me clean up the shop and set up for a yard sale. The dust in the shop is overwhelming and I don't know where to begin.
I cleaned most of the ice chests this morning. They turn green if not scrubbed once a week. Remembering to do things right handed (I'm left handed) is hard, but as soon as I move that arm wrong there is a sharp reminder. Getting old and falling apart really sucks. Loren is out bush hogging the 3 acres. Actually 2 1/2. The rest is very steep and has to be weed eated. I put in a call to a lawn service that we used for years before dogs. This hiring from ads is a waste. Last guy worked 4 hours at $10 an hour and was a total waste of money. Could not even pull a weed out by it's root but sure managed to pull out all my lilies, bulb and all! I can't do the weeds because of allergies and I don't want Loren out there spraying chemicals. Sitting on a tractor or lawn mower is not strenuous, but weed eating is and he does not need to chance inhaling weed killer.
Hush will be going to his forever home Sunday. I am really looking forward to meeting them. When Hush broke out in a rash, most people would have vanished. She was eager to help. These are going to be special people. I can just tell.
8/18/11: Rain this morning but it did nothing to cool it off. It's not quite noon and I have been trying to get something accomplished. One catch all closet with shelves has been bothering me for years. Loren sticks all the old "I might need that" computer stuff in it. Anything else in the world, he says' throw it out, we'll never need it', but computer stuff is a different story. Guess we are all guilty. Mine was sewing stuff for years until it just began to disintegrate. Now it's fencing and any other related dog stuff. Well, I am planning a yard sale and stuff is going to go if I have to give it away on the third day. I should have it this Friday and Saturday but now Shelby is in the shop. I'll have to fix the fence before I can put her back and it just got too hot again. Shop is filthy. Yard is a mess with weeds. Fourteen dogs in the house... well, I can vacuum and by the time I'm at the other end, I have to start over. So just not enough time to set up a sale. Who wants to pick up stuff with a quarter inch of dust on it and a mound of dog hair attached. Or walk in weeds and get chigger bites and maybe get rained on.
I tried to print up pix to go on the adoptable dogs file envelopes. Kept messing up on the second set. Had to save, shut down and reboot. At least Loren did not have to re-install anything. Then, of course, I forgot to put the right paper in the printer so wasted ink. Needless to say, this morning is not going well. Maybe I got too much sleep. Went to bed at 8:30 and seems to me they were quiet. Next I remember, it was about 2 or 3 a.m. That means I got at least 5 hours, maybe even 6. My body can't handle so much rest!
8/17/11: 3:09 a.m. I slept solid for 4 hours. Then Sissy decided I needed a kiss. I barely dozed back off when the thunder rumbled. I heard the doggie door slap 6 times. Some were going out to chase it away or do a rain dance. Bear was cheering them on from the other side of the glass door, 6' away from my bed. Shelby has chimed in from below. I got up to count fur bodies and became the Pied Piper with almost a full following. Lorens door is open, so I am sure Parker is behind his toilet and Fez beside his bed. Goofy was in his spot over the AC vent behind the love seat. Sahara and Zelda were missing, but within a minute, made their entrance at a full run. The rest heard them coming and had turned around to meet them. Growls ensued, but everything quickly returned to order.
5:07: I'm still awake. Not by choice. Dogs have been in and out, up and down. I had a panic attack. Sissy was back on the bed. I was under the sheet with only my head out and Parker gets on the bed. Sissy will only share with Sweetness and Bear. No one else is welcome. She growled, I'm trapped. Parker is terrified from the storm. He's standing over me trying to figure out how to burrow into me for protection. Sissy keeps growling. Hush decides to come up too. Now I am really in a panic. Then Mazi is coming up, stepping over Sweetness. I got enough adrenalin going that I managed to get free of the sheet and literally bail out of bed. Everyone got off with me before Sissy went into attack. Parker went and hid in the corner behind a chair. I finally put the Thunder Vest on Parker. It really does help some. He still hides, but is not shaking as bad. Right now he, Goofy and Chipi are closed in with Loren. Sissy is beside me waiting to return to bed. I know I have a room full of dogs. Not sure who is here and who is in the other rooms. First night with this particular combination of dogs is not going well!
5:38 a.m. Shelby got out. Caused a riot. She just wants in the family room, but it puts everyone in a frenzy and I had 5 or 6 dogs going at each other. I know Fez was involved because he is black in a sea of white. So Shelby is in the garage for now. Six trips in the dark to move dogs will not cut it. Finding and mending Shelby's escape route in the dark won't happen. Sadly the five are going to have to go into the big yard at night. They can spend the day at the house, but 14 dogs in the house and one more trying to get in just is not helping me hang onto what little sanity I have left. I might as well stay up. They keep running in and out, barking. Chipi, Parker and Goofy are still closed in with Loren. He gave up trying to sleep too and has the TV on. One thing for sure, we are going to take a nap before lunch... and at least 4 dogs are going to be moved to the yard. Hanna may never leave with her health issues, so she might as well stay in the house. They are just going to have to get use to her.
8/16/11: (2:30 a.m.) They let me sleep a few hours. Now I'm awake. UGH!
Picked up Mazi Sunday morning and back home by 2. Drove this one by myself. Only got a little lost... twice. She was happy when she started recognizing things. Penny was really happy to see her. Immediately greeted her and was ready to play. I left them in the yard as had just brought Journey and Hanna up. They are settled in enough now that I will bring Penny, Mazi and Hush up today. Will be 14 in the house, but I think it will be harmonious.
Mazi coming back was sad for me. Her adopter was wonderful. Wonderful situation. But their unexpected pending move to California took a turn. They would be in company provided housing for 2 years and there is a 'no dog' policy.
2:00 p.m.: All the dogs are napping. I should be taking advantage of the quiet, but if I move, they will hear me and all wake up and follow me. I brought Mazi, Hush and Penny up after the morning walks. Things went smooth. They are certainly happy to be back up here. I really think they "get it" that if there is a problem and they are part of it, they will 'go back' to the yard. I just wish I had the courage to let Bear in with them all. He keeps giving off vibes that he is "ready". I just don't think Zelda is ready for him. I sure wish Cesar Milan were here.
I take Zelda in tomorrow for a limp in both front legs. This has flip-flopped back and forth for a month. Today I see Bear limping on both front legs. I am a bit panicking. Sonny (his littermate) got bone cancer in the front leg last year and died. Bear and litter mates were my first official "Ozark Dogs" rescues to re-home, but I ended up keeping him. If I could only keep one dog, it would be him.
6:00 p.m.: Loren went to bed about 2 hours ago. I had to clean and that took the vacuum. Oh well. It's done for about 5 minutes. The hair and dust just flies like someone shaking a feather pillow with a hole in it. I still need to scrub down the sofa. In just a few hours of Mazi being up here, they have all gotten the idea that getting on the furniture is ok. I can't be in every room every minute chasing them off. I just threw blankets over everything and will just deal with one incident at a time as I see it. Mazi ate a pencil. She is not the same perfect Mazi that left. I think she got to do what ever she wanted. Now I get to undo the damage.
So to re-cap the day... week... month: Fez has been to the vet for hair loss. No clue. Hush is still all broke out and getting balder in spite of seeing the vet and getting a shot. Zelda goes to the vet tomorrow. She has a hot spot and been limping off and on for a month. X-rays. Bear started limping today. Sonny (litter mate) died last year of bone cancer in the front leg. Vet visit and X-rays coming. His coat also looks terrible. Parker needs a specialist in Little Rock for his eye. I have no money and no way to take him. Penny went to the vet because of a lump on her side. Drained it and said it would go away. Well, it's big again and now an identical one on the opposite side popped up today. She'll go back to the vet too. Got Sissy's monthly pill supply $146. She is ours, but our money goes to Ozark Dogs, so it's just more vet bills out of our pocket. Shelby is itching in the same spot again. Gnawing at it. The stuff I put on it helps but it keeps coming back. Some of this hot spot, skin stuff, itching, started with the last of a pallet of food and some with the new pallet so ruled out kibble. Nothing in their diet has changed except for adding a few supplements after the fact to try to stop the hot spots. If I switch to grain free, I'm looking at $1200 a month easily for the 16 dogs. And of course, there was money for gas to get Crosby to transport and to pick up Mazi this past weekend. I just need my dogs healthy. Adopters just don't realize what goes into the care of these guys. Time, money and emotion. And it's not something you can just throw up your hands and say "I quit". Although right now, I'd sure like to.
New info: Janice to the rescue again. Hush has a staph infection, not hot spots. He might have had one or 2 in the beginning, but the "this shot will fix it" from the vet did not get it. I kept waiting. Trusting. You hate to question but sometimes things get missed. Poor Hush is miserable and I knew it. Got him back on Cephalexin and will probably need something stronger. That was what I put him on when the first spot appeared and it obviously did not help. Maybe he has an immunity to it now.
8/13/11: Got home at 3:20 this morning. It's 7:23 a.m. Not much sleep since they woke me up at 4 and again at 5:30. No more trips after getting Mazi tomorrow.
Shelby is still in the garage yard but that can't last. She is snarky and they feed on it. I don't blame her, but I can't have more then one snarky dog in a pack. Zelda already has that position. I guess I will try Sarge with her in the lower yard. That has only been either of their space briefly. No territorial issues established. Of course, that means my barkers would be behind the house. That is not going to work. Crap, I just need Shelby gone. And Sarge. And Hanna. I just need sleep. A nice, peaceful, quiet, no bark time from 9 p.m. to 5 a.m. or any 4 hour stretch in between. I don't need 8. Just 4. Lord, I would be delighted with 2 uninterrupted.
Guess I better get dressed, feed them, water them, poop scoop and find the place Shelby got out and fix that. Just don't know how I am going to bend to do it, or bend to put down bowls or carry water.
Evening: Just got out of a 45 minute long hot bath. Did wonders for the back and helped the shoulder and arm a little. I don't think I have stayed in the tub that long in years, aside from falling asleep a few times.
I closed Fez in the bedroom with me, but he was not too happy. Protecting him from Hanna. She had to do a little snarky thing and went after him earlier. She terrified him. Poor guy. Anyway, Hanna and I had a discussion and if she pulls any 'I'm the Queen' crap again, back down she goes. My plan is to have all the dogs up here this week with the exception of Shelby and Sarge. I hope to get them together in the big lower yard with the giant dog house and AC. I'll still have to tote water, but poop scooping will be easier since it is right across the road from my 'dump site'. Plus it will be far enough away from the house if they bark (which they rarely do).
Journey is doing great with all the others. Zelda is snarky, but that is normal. She is snarky to all the others. Anyway, he is going to be great no matter what circumstance. He is more laid back then I first thought. Hopefully he will be in his forever home in a few weeks.
Penny's lump did not fill up again. I'm sure glad. Hopefully the hair won't take long to grow back. She is such a tough little thing. She will sure be glad to see Mazi tomorrow.
It's only 7 p.m., but I'm ready to go back to bed. That bath really relaxed me. Having Crosby's trip over with and hearing they are handling his exuberance also helps take some stress off. Now if they will all be so kind as to not bark tonight.... yah, right.
8/12/11: This is not going well. We leave in 2 hours for Springfield to meet the transport at midnight for Crosby. A huge storm has crashed in. Shelby has gotten out twice so she is in the family room. When we leave I will put her in the garage. Crosby did not let us take a nap. Loren is going with me. One of us will drive on the way while the other one sleeps and then switch driving back. This is the last trip for getting a dog adopted. From now on it is up to the adopter. We just can't do this.
The arthritis in my back has really taken over. My left arm (I'm left handed) has been painful and weak for months. Now I can't bend my back. I'm falling apart physically and emotionally. Sunday I have to drive 3 hours to pick up Mazi and bring her back. At least that is in the day and I will have tomorrow to rest.
Journey is getting a lot of interest in the past few days. Some good potential adopters. Just need to figure out who is the best match. I wish someone good would like Hush. He is such a good boy.
8/11/11: I'll be on the road with Crosby at this time tomorrow night. I'll miss the guy, but I won't miss the barking and his appetite for my hand. Just play, but it is very hard. I just hope they have the resources to handle his puppiness and get him under control. Training a deaf puppy is hard!
Penny and Hush got baths today. Goofy went yesterday. Poor Penny also got a visit to the vet. She got a big squishy lump on her side. Vet said it was probably from playing too rough and got a puncture wound. She drained it and Penny will get antibiotics for a week. Now she has a bald spot too.
Fez goes in for a general check up tomorrow and someone goes in for a bath. Not decided who, as 3 still need it. Crosby is still good since he had one less then 2 weeks ago.
Sunday I pick up Mazi. I'll bring Hush and Penny back to the house and try Journey. I wish Hanna would not be snarky. Then just Sarge and Shelby would be out and I would try them together. They were together before, but have had some fence fighting once separated. Fourteen in the house is a lot, but actually less work once they know where they belong.
10 p.m. and definitely ready to go to bed. I hope it rains. When it rains, they are quiet.
8/9/11: Barely noon and a busy morning. All the dogs got walked except for Shelby. She is in the family room getting some quality time with Loren right now. Anyway, fed in shifts since Chipi had to go in at 8 and could not be fed. Didn't want her to feel bad so didn't feed any of the house dogs until after she left. Nancy and Betty came at 7:00 a.m. so walked the house dogs first and then they walked Hush and Penny while I fed these. Then Sarge, Hanna and Journey got walked. We did it all in 4 trips!! We each took 2 on the first trip. Goofy & Parker, Sahara & Zelda, I took Fez & Crosby since they are not perfect on leash like the other 4. They got into something before I realized it. Don't know what is was but when we got in from 'brunch' I had 2 huge puke piles to clean up. I will continue to watch them, but I think it is out of their system, along with everything else they consumed this morning.
Night: Sadly Mazi is coming back. Wonderful people, but his job is changing and they will be in a 'no dog' place for 2 years. Mazi is really one of the easiest dogs I've had in a long time, so having her back is not a biggie. I'm just sad for all concerned. Change is always hard. We will wait until Sunday to meet and get her back. I need to have Crosby on his way. I know they would have a great few days together playing, but then they would both feel so bad missing each other. It's best they never meet. I know that is human logic, but dogs do grieve. She will be happy to see Penny and Hush.
Next 3 mornings will be busy. Goofy getting a bath tomorrow. Trying to decide who on who Thursday and then Crosby on Friday so he will be clean for the trip Friday night. My insides are already churning from fear of getting lost and driving at night. Fez goes to the vet Friday just for a check up. I have never seen a dog shed like he does. Not normal, so will do blood work just to be sure he is not lacking something. Better to adjust his nutrition now then deal with big health issues later.
8/8/11: Cooler this morning, but won't last. Parker goes in for a re-check on the eye. We are on medication 8. I feel so sorry for him, but just don't know how I could manage a long overnight trip to a specialist. Country life has it's disadvantages.
I'm worn out and will take a nap when I get back from the vet. They barked all night. There might have been 10 or 15 minute pauses, but nothing longer then that. I feel like staying up all day just so I can run around waking them up every time they go to sleep.
Crosby is finally beginning to understand they don't want to play. I feel so sorry for him, that I spend way too much time with him. He is really bonding with me and I don't want that since he will be leaving in a few days to his new home. I feel so bad when he can't find me. I went out to get the car out of the garage and get the crate out. Crosby ran outside and around the garage. He didn't see me come back inside and he was looking all over for me. I went out and got him. I just want to cry that he misses out on so much. I still hurt inside for all the times my daughter is left out of conversations because family forgets to sign both sides of the conversation or interpret for the hearing what she has to say. She is 46 years old and happy, but there are still those sadnesses every day from not being included. Deafness takes a lot more work then blindness. Even Helen Keller said if she could have either back, it would have been her hearing.
Night: Crosby made it to 10:45 pm. He was not being bad. He never is. He was just feeling his 20th burst of play energy. Lights low and everyone settled in from the storm, but he was ready to play. He got his heavy Kong ball and brought it into the bedroom. When I ignored him, he proceeded to toss it around. It rolled under the bed several times and he had no trouble going under there after it. Giving up on that game, he went into the living room where he tried to entice somebody to play. Most likely Goofy. He just does not know how loud he barks. I finally had to put him out. I just feel so sorry for him with no dog friend willing to play with him. Boy, when they move into the house and I see their personalities and their needs, it sure changes my heart. But sadly, not every dog is going to get a stay at home human and another dog their energy level to play with.
8/7/11: Peaches is on her way. Loren is taking her to meet up with Luann, then down to Little Rock and on to Texas with her foster family. Anytime one leaves, it is hard, but really hard when I know they are not going to a forever home. Of course, even with an adopter, there is no guarantee. The emotional stress of this, of rescue, is akin to a hospice nurse or a pediatric ward nurse. You do what you can, but it never seems enough or good enough. You just hope you made the right decisions. I don't get over the wrong ones. Thus, I just want to get all those decisions over with and only deal with my own guys and the hard enough decisions I will be making eventually with several that are getting up there in years and deteriorating health.
Letting go of Lady is hard too. Talked to Carrie last night and Lady is scared. I keep wondering if I should bring her back here. But I don't have the time nor the room. She may go to a shelter situation in NY. I hate that, no matter how nice it may be. Every dog should have a family. Every dog should be in the house. Every dog should know it is loved. OK, maybe this is going to sound weird, but I want to deserve the trust and that unconditional love the dogs give me. Everyone of them.
Afternoon: Loren asked me this morning if we got rain out of that thunder storm last night. He had went to bed early to get up early and the thunder really roared about 8:00 or so. I said yes, but not really remembering why I knew. I'd been in a daze going through the house unplugging everything last night. Dogs did not like it when the power went off, so I set up flashlights all over the house. They are use to night lights in every room and ceiling fan lights turned down to very dim. Then power came back on and I was going back through the house setting clocks and re-setting the alarm. This afternoon I remembered why I knew it rained when I went to put clean laundry on the bed to fold. It was wet. The bed, that is. Then I remembered. Sissy had been out in the down pour. Half asleep, I dried her off to a degree and went back to bed. She came up on the bed and cuddled into me as close as she could get. She got me soaked too but too tired to care and not about to make her get down. It takes every bit of strength she can muster to get up there.
Just got a call that Peaches made it to her foster home and all went well. Very nice young man.
8/6/11: Peaches will leave tomorrow. As fate would have it, one of the transport volunteers has been 'reported' by 2 other rescues as not following through. I just posted the story of this "Jane Doe" on my site and why we all need to be so careful who we hand dogs off to. So Luann is coming to the rescue and meeting me tomorrow to get her where she needs to be. People like Luann Glenn are the unsung Heroes for us rescues.
The weather relief was short lived. Good bye 90's and here they come 100+. One hundred three forecast for today. Without a doubt that is conservative. We will have to bring Shelby up later. Just too hot for her. That yard does not have the breeze and tree movement like the one Peaches is in.
Crosby almost got to stay up all night. Not his fault entirely that he had to go out. He just wants to play and Zelda is not as tolerant as the others. Sissy got pretty aggressive too. She is really old and does not tolerate 'childish nonsense'. Right now he is sound asleep half under my chair.
Almost had a calamity this morning. Since I thought Peaches was leaving, I only gave her a small dab of food. Also, I was in a rush, so didn't do all the morning chores. When I found out today was canceled, I got Peaches food and headed down. I neglected to tell Fez where I was going. When I walked out of the house, he chased from window to window following me. He did not notice Loren was at his desk and bailed over him to look out the window. I heard the yelling and ran back up the deck stairs. After I explained to Fez where I was going, he was fine. Now this is just plain creepy. I guess I will need to have conversations with him every time I leave so he will know I am coming back and not to worry about me. He has been doing other weird things too. I know he has those ESP abilities that Keeton had. Keeton could read my soul. Fez just expects me to read his mind and then answer his concerns.
8/05/11: Rained a tad yesterday and more last night. Cooled things down to a whopping low of 75 and high only in the 90's. Not counting the high humidity. I turned the AC off in the dog house. Every dollar counts.
I am just going through the motions every morning. Mornings are harder then evenings. All the extras mixed in food, a nights worth of poop scooping. Fresh water is the same morning as evening. I go down to the outside dogs thinking "I'll skip the poop until evening, but it never works that way. I'm a zombie, just going through the motions until I gat back to the house. Hopefully Peaches will be leaving tomorrow. One less in the heat when the temps soar back into the triple digits as I'm sure they will. Shelby finally appeared on the radio station site, but so late on Wednesdays listings, everyone moved on to Thursdays posts. I submitted again in hopes it will get put on any day before the end of that day. I feel so sorry for her down there alone and in the heat. A few hours up here a day does not cut it.
Crosby is slowly catching on that no one wants to play with him but me. He wants to be a dog and wrestle with other dogs but he is so rough. He just does not understand no matter how threatening the others are to him, that he has to tone it down. I have really been hoping to let him stay inside all night, but he pesters the others too frequently. I'd get less sleep then I do now, if that is possible. We did take a nap yesterday for 2 1/2 hours. It was amazing and wonderful. We just are going to have to work our lives around these guys schedule as I don't know how to keep all of them from barking at night. It is barely 8:00 and I am ready for a nap... that's 8 a.m., not p.m.
Evening: Heard nothing on Lady's evaluation. I Don't like not knowing and trying to sleep on uncertainty. Fell asleep with Crosby in, but Zelda's growling woke me up. These cat naps just mess me all up. Sadly, I took him out. He tries so hard to understand. Peaches leaving tomorrow. One more week at this time and I will be on the road to Springfield. Terrified, but not as much so as I would have been last weekend.
Heard on both Ozzie and Cesar today. both are doing great, but Cesar had a strange rash. Some blisters that broke and bled. They took him to the vet and he is on some antibiotics. She does not know what is going on. I've never heard of anything like that.
8/03/11: On the subject of Ice, many opposing opinions. See Articles and you decide.
Crosby keeps bringing me the tennis ball and dropping it at my feet. He's glad to be back on "this side". They were all on Bears side while we cleaned this morning. Six dogs in a 13 x 15 room even with both central AC and a window AC still gets warm from body heat. So Bear is back over there and I'm cooking in the house because as soon as they all got on this side, they sought out a vent and laid on it. Goofy and Zelda have the 2 in the living room covered. Fez has the one in the Dining room covered. Crosby tired out after 3 short distance 'fetch' and is on the one next to me in the computer room. Sweetness is on the other one in here. Parker is on the bedroom one and Sahara has the kitchen one. Poor Chipi is out of luck. All covered up. We just got back from town and the temp at the bank said 114!!! Our car said 112. At this temp, it really doesn't matter. It's just too fricken hot! The rain last night did cool it off this morning so I had not turned the air on for Hush and Penny. Went right down there immediately and brought Shelby up. Peaches is the only one without AC. She is young, but I am still VERY worried. I just have absolutely no where to put her. I don't trust her with Crosby and she burned her bridges with Hush. And I don't trust Hush with Crosby so can't bring him up here and let Peaches have his AC with Penny. Nor can I disrupt the harmony with Sarge, Hanna and Journey in the shop. I am just so grateful that so many people donated for the giant dog house last Christmas. At least the two have AC in there. Just didn't have enough money for the second one for behind the house.
I think of all the dogs out on chains or in little pens with no breeze and little, if any shade. I want to cry for what they must be suffering. A guy down the road use to have a medium size dog in a 10 x 10 with a makeshift dog house. It got moved about 200 feet from the road a few months ago. I know the dog was still in it back then. There is no shade. The weeds have grown up so high that I can barely see the dog house. I have not seen the dog in some time. If it were not so far on his property, I would go check, but this is a red neck and I'm sure I'd get a fine (or shot) for trespass. I'm a coward. If I'm in jail or the hospital, I can't take care of my own.
I emailed an ad for Shelby to the radio station last night. Use to be if they were emailed before 8 a.m., they would be on that days listing. It was not there so I called. Now there is about a 36 hour delay. Several hundred ads a day are being submitted!!! People are desperate to raise money, be it to sell something or get work. Anyway, I would love to find her a home locally with a senior citizen.
8/2/11: Trying so hard to get in a happy state. I just feel so bad for the 2 dogs that don't have air conditioning. We brought Shelby up again for several hours during the hottest part of the day. I wish she would be accepted by some of the others, but I can't be out there to run interference if they don't. She is use to her yard and when I moved her before, she was very unhappy. The only place she wants to move to is the house. I put an ad on the trading post. It's a free radio thing that also has a website and lists the ads. I'm trying to find a senior citizen to foster her... forever. She would be so happy just to curl up at some ones feet and be cool.
I'm so angry with Home Again microchips. They have a security flaw and no intentions of changing. I emailed Petfinder since they partnered with them in hopes it will have more impact coming from them then me. Long story short, if you want to steal a dog, just do it, scan for the chip, go online and transfer the registration into your name and it's yours. You don't need any proof of ownership, transfer, sales receipt or adoption agreement. Law enforcement will let the crook keep the dog, and Home Again will not release any transaction info without being subpoenaed. I spent over $350 on these "free" chips to assure my rescues are safe if stolen, lost and found or dumped. What a waste. I'm not sure if it is too late to have the bank reverse the CC payment, but I plan to try.
I got to let go of a few things. Things that are tormenting me. Dogs I could not take. Mistakes I made in placing a dog now and then. There is a glimmer of peace knowing one dog is getting another chance. There are still a lot of great people out there offering help with nothing to gain. Carrie with Last Chance Arkansas is one of them. I will be forever indebted to her, no matter what the final outcome. She is giving it her all.
|8/1/11: Almost 5 p.m. Fed the inside dogs but will wait until it cools off to do the outside ones. Brought Shelby up to the family room with Loren. She is going to have heat stroke with such a thick coat and being old and 100+ temp. Should have brought her up sooner, but I fell asleep at 1:45. Just 'clunk' when I sat down to take a break from Crosby games. Slept about an hour until I had a Crosby nose in my face. I think he took a nap too. Loren wanted lunch and we needed toilet paper, so grabbed a bite at Wendys. Perry (Perry's Orphans Rescue) was outside Wal-Mart raising money for his rescue so while Loren went in the store, I talked to Perry. He has approx. 100 dogs out there and only 2 people taking care of them. His adoptions are way down also. He will be 80 years old this year. I don't want to 'be there' where he is in life. If I live another 14 years, I want to be curled up on the sofa, Loren snuggled up next to me and no more then 8 dogs and no less then 4 dogs around us. Always big and fluffy.|
7/31/11: I had 2 brief moments of joy yesterday and a whole lot of difficulties. Sadly the negatives outweighed the positives. The positives were 2 dogs went to their new homes. In the process I lost a friendship. My mind just is not working. Approved 2 people for the same dog. I can't cut the dog in half or clone it. I had to make a decision and it had to be what I felt was the best match for the dog. I'm doing a lot of mindless things like that. The other positive was the evening call from the other adopter. I was unsure if she was happy when I met her with the dog I pulled for her from the HS on Friday. I worried for several hours. When she called, she was thrilled with him. She stopped off at the groomers on the way home. I knew Ozzie was not an OES, but thought maybe a large Bearded Collie. I never even thought of a Briard. Loren said he was one the most beautiful dogs he'd seen. He was a beauty. I will be putting up a page for him and on the adopted page as well. Just take a few days.
Friday was very stressful and ended really badly. I had dropped Hush off at the vets and he had not been seen by 4:15 so I had them keep him there so Rob could look at him Sat. morning. I had to be out at the HS at 5 to pull Ozzie. I forgot to set up where I was going to put him. Dog shuffling, especially when you have no where to put one while you move others is really complicated. He wanted so much to be in with Lily and Crosby, but when dogs are confirmed adopted, I'm not going to introduce any changes or additions. Loren went to bed early, like at 2 or 3 p.m. I was trying to get caught up on emails, phone calls, and get everything ready for Saturday. Before I knew it, it was 11 pm and too dark to load the crate into the car. I was up at 4:15 or so and trying to finish up. Sun-up was about 6:15 so only 45 minutes to feed , water, poop scoop and get everything ready in the car and leave at 7. The cell phone battery was almost dead. We don't have a car charger for it. The car only has one power source so it was either the cell phone or the GPS. (I know that does not sound right, but that is what Loren said). And the car needed gas. Loren and I mis-communicated and the whole morning was screwed up. After loading the car, I unloaded it into the SUV so I could have the cell and GPS and gas. I managed to get gone by 7:03 and Loren had to feed the house dogs. The outside dogs got food and water, but the poop scooping just had to wait. I got really confused on the trip to meet with the Ozzie person. I kept calling Loren to be sure the gps 'lady' was heading me in the right direction.
Loren had to take Parker to the vet and pick up Hush from the vet, then go back and pick up Parker. All in all, it was a busy day for both of us. Had several dog fights break out in the afternoon when I got home. We went for a hamburger. I tried to do a little house cleaning before the adopters came. Electricity went off!! That messed up plans for a much needed shower too. (we are on a well). Got power back on about 10 minutes before the adopters showed up.
After a little TV, I spent the late evening on the phone until my ear hurt. Still didn't get caught up on calls. Emails either. Finally went to bed about 11. Dogs are still all at each other and were growling and blocking each others path and racing through the doggie door all night. They finally settled down about 4 am. I went to sleep and didn't wake up until 6:55.
Today I brought Crosby up and put Hush and Penny down. He needs to learn doggie social skills. Everyone growls and nips at him because he does not understand they do not want to play and are not playing. It is really sad to actually see how isolated he was. He does play fetch and LOVES water. A large wading pool filled clean daily in warm weather is going to be a must. It is not taking long for me to really get attached to him just bringing him in for one on one time.
7/29/11: I'm totally falling apart. I don't think I can do this. Everyone has a fear of something. Most people have several fears to different degrees. Unless we share someone's fear, we don't understand it and think it's silly. My mother is so freaked out by mice that even the word or one on TV puts her into total hysteria. Literally. Screaming, panic attack, fainting. Most of us do not have that extreme, but we can be paralyzed by fear. Or just uncomfortable. I'm somewhere in the middle right now. It's not the drive. It's the drive being alone. I get lost. Even with the "Lady". (She gets lost too). I have no sense of direction. I literally can not cross the road to get gas because I will pull out of the drive way heading back the way I came. It is my rule...Never cross the road for anything unless you want to go back from where you came. Right turn in, right turn out.
I was in St. Louis once. I was not even driving but with someone who spent their life behind the wheel. A hundred thousand miles a year was normal. I, as a passenger was still terrified of all the traffic. I learned to drive in Los Angeles!! But I was 16 years old and that was 50 years ago. And LA had east, west, south and north. When I moved to Idaho, the town was built on a star so no streets went east, west, south or north. Five roads would intercept all across town. At that point, I totally lost my sense of direction and have never regained it. It is like it was just all scrambled into a swirl.
It's 5 a.m. and I have been awake for several hours. I emailed a friend/ adopter thinking if I went to visit her while up that way, it might make me feel better. It would make the emotional stress of the trip better, but then who is going to care for the outside dogs. They can go for a day without poop scooped but not several. Fresh water twice a day is a must in this heat. Dragging hoses, dumping dirty water and cleaning the coolers is very time consuming in 100 degree weather. Loren is not up to it. I've not seen Linda in ages so that is not an option. No one knows the routine. No one wants to know the routine. It is hard work. Even if I could afford to pay someone, getting in and out without a dog running off is a major concern.
Anyway, when I said I could, I thought I could overcome the fear. It has went the total opposite. I am more terrified then ever.
Evening: What a day! I decided I just could not make the trip. I got lost going to the groomers. I have been stressed before but this has been the ultimate. Thankfully Crosby's adopter has a similar 'traffic' phobia so she understood. So instead of a trip this weekend, there will be a mini trip to meet an adopter. Two trips to the vet. And hopefully a few minutes to relax. This has been a roller coaster of mega proportions and I don't even like the 'kiddy' ones.
So thank you all for the phone calls of concern. To realize so many people care about me (and read my blog) is really amazing.
It's 10:30 and I never got the crate in the car or the dog stuff packed or it gassed up. I hope I don't forget anything. I need to re-set the alarm for half an hour earlier just incase I actually sleep past 5:00 a.m. I need to feed everyone but Ozzie (I'll explain that one later) and be on the road by 7:00.
7/28/11: It is almost August. I wonder if we will actually have an autumn this year. I hope so. I am so tired, I actually wonder if I will see it or sleep right through. Just thinking about Saturday has me tired. 1000 mile trip. Alone. If I had someone to go with, I would not be so freaked out. I'll do fine until I get to St. Louis. If there is a detour, I will have a nervous break down. The "lady" does not understand detours. "Off route. Recalculating."
Peaches and Hush got in another fight. I am not so sure it is Peaches fault. If Loren can handle it, after I leave with Crosby, I want him to put Hush and Penny with Lily. I just hope the GSD and Shelby get along. If not, I have no where to put him. My "I will make it work" is over. There are several beautiful Pyrs in dire need of rescue. I try not to open the emails, but sometimes the photos are gleaned off the usual cross postings and I don't realize I am opening an email that is going to have such hopeless eyes staring at me. Or such eager faces saying "I know you will love me". How did I get here? What happened that my life jumped on this freight train that has no stops. It just keeps circling the country. No way to jump off. Places so unfamiliar that if I did, I would want back on. I want to curl up with my house dogs and let them snuggle me and even lick me from forehead to foot. Slobber on all the sweaty, exposed skin. And it would be ok because there would not be any dogs 'outside'. I can't do enough. None of us can. Any real rescue knows. Been there, felt it, cried over it, but kept going. I care too much. At least that is what I'm told. How do I not. Even the dogs that drove (and drive) me crazy, I still love them and only want the best. Still worry that they are ok, even though many have been gone for 7 and 8 years. Nothing will be calm in me until I know all 'my' dogs are in a special place.
Penny and Hush are so playful. I wish Peaches could come back in. She gets so happy. I'm just too tired for another brawl. I'd let them work it out, but it gets all the others so riled up and then they start snapping at each other. There are dogs that come and I just feel inside "I wish I had not ended up with this one". It is amazing how when they just don't go away, they become so 'different' in my mind. Acceptance. "You are quirky, but that's ok". Peaches, Sarge and Shelby are three. Breaking my heart that Sarge and Shelby will never 'fit' in the house pack and probably never leave. Peaches fits the house dogs, but I hope she does not have to for long. She needs her own person just like the others. And my guys need me back.
7/27/11: Afternoon: It has been a horrid day.
So I have been sitting here waiting for call backs that have not come. Making calls to figure out what is going on. Quietly having a nervous breakdown. Not getting emails on Peaches transfer to another rescue, the transport gap for Crosby, the application for Sarge, or confirmation from another rescue who was considering taking who ever was left on the urgent list. I feel like Atlantis and the earthquake is coming.
7/26/11: It's 10:30 and I should be in bed. I am just too wired. Irene is 'found'. I still do not know who lost her, but I am paying to board her because I am here and she is in Colorado. I have got to get someone to retrieve her and either get her into a reputable rescue (which Life is Better is NOT) or help get her back to me. Tomorrow will be another long day on the phone. Loren may have a long drive for Lily to go to her new home. Or it might be Thursday. Still working hard to get a leg filled for Crosby to get to WI. Peaches is going to Doodle Rescue. Several inquires about Sarge, but no commitments. Two are potential adopters which is preferable. Nothing on Shelby or Brandy. Not on Hanna either. Some may just not get to go and I will just have to work around the fact. No one wants old dogs or sick dogs no matter how wonderfully sweet they are.
I know some funny things happened today. I remember going to take a moment and blog them. But that was over 12 hours ago. The 'good morning' went to pot with the 10 a.m. phone call about Irene. You ever have one of those experiences when you were just not sure if you needed to be happy or sad? I am so grateful to know Irene is safe, but on the flip side, I now have a responsibility I was totally unprepared for, emotionally and financially. I want her back, but I don't want her back. I want her happy. I want me happy. I think I forgot that feeling. I long for it. Loved, I feel. Needed, I feel. Important, I feel. Joy just escapes me.
I did just remember one thing. I learned that a bank will not honor 2/3s of a dollar bill. It has to be 3/4ths. I'm not sifting through poop to find another 1/12th. Peaches, you owe me a dollar!
7/25/11: 3 a.m.: Dogs were so quiet and still are. I got 4 solid hours of sleep! That is amazing. More then I ever get in a row. So now I can't go back to sleep. Like waking up from a restful nap. Anyway, I can't go back to sleep because I keep replaying yesterday in my head. I had hired someone a month ago and his 18 year old son came out. Did an excellent job and I gave him extra. The dad sent the 24 year old this time. It was a disaster. It does not take a rocket scientist to pull weeds or weed eat. It may take a little skill to know how to cut back rose bushes. The weed eating does not even look done. He did manage to kill a tree. How hard is it to distinguish a tree with a 4" base from a weed. How about 2 trees? But man, those weeds are standing up proud and tall! The weeds that needed pulled are broke off. They are the 'runner' weeds that are so easily uprooted then you have something to grab hold of. Not so easy now that they are broke off an inch from the ground. I have allergies way to bad to do it myself. $40 just thrown away. It will all have to be redone. And I am sick about the trees and the missing lilies and several rose bushes. They are just gone! Maybe I should have tied ribbons around the things that were not weeds. I stood out there and went over it. Showing him what was a flower. He said he liked gardening and that he knew these things. I paid him to go away. He is oblivious to why I don't want him to come back and 're-do' it. I'm not paying the same person twice. Anyway, $40 may not seem like much, but it is to me and the dogs. It is almost 2 bags of dog food. It was my money, not Ozark Dogs, but money that still would have ended up on the dogs anyway. And it paid for nothing positive. I might as well have handed the 20 dollar bills to the dogs to eat. At least my trees would not be dead and my lilies missing.
Speaking of eating money, Peaches did. I'm not sure where she found it or exactly how much, but I retrieved a one dollar bill from her mouth. Well, a little over half a one dollar bill. The face is in tact so I think the bank will replace it. I'm not going to be looking for the rest!
Penny, Hush and Fez noticed I'm in here at the computer and have curled up next to me. Bear is on the bed and has been all night. He is terribly depressed. He really wants to join the rest, but I am scared to try it. I've seen him in action and I am not strong enough to separate several one hundred pound dogs in a frenzy. I am reading his calm, but I can't read theirs until he is in the room. Then it would be too late. I just wish I had people I could trust to hold onto the others... calmly.
Going back to bed and try to get some more sleep. Hope I didn't jinx the quiet.
|7/23/11: Taking a moment to rest. Cesar is in the family room waiting for his new family to arrive and meet him. Shelby has been 'crying' for him. I just wish I had an 'in house' option for her. Once a few more leave and if she has not, I might be able to give her the shop with someone. Just not sure who. I just wish so much she had a family. She is so sweet, old and loving. Her and Sarge just break my heart. But I have to remember I have a house full of senior citizens who are not getting the attention they should have. It is time to change course. My plan is to use any resources that come my way to keep dogs in their homes. Help the low income and senior public with dog food, preventative and vet care. My goal is for all the dogs that are here to be in the house. Be that 9 or 14. The yards are great but lack the human presence they all need. I need to know if I end up unable to care for them, they can be cared for easily here by someone else. I've just been so physically miserable, and I can't keep thinking it is going away. I am sure the physical is due to emotional stress.|
7/22/11: So much for a nap I planned to lay down for over an hour ago. Actually I did make one attempt that lasted about 5 minutes. Loren had laid down and I wanted to try to get some real sleep for 2 hours. I leashed up Penny, Hush and Peaches to go down with Lily since Crosby is at the groomers. That yard has the giant dogs house and the AC. In an attempt to get out the door, Fez went too. He didn't run off, just want to the car and wanted in. I'm yelling. Woke Loren up. No way to get a leash for Fez. Too hot to put him in the car even for 5 minutes and with no keys to even roll a window down. Even if I had opened the car door, all 4 would have jumped in. Luckily Loren got up, let Fez in the car while I hung onto the others for dear life. There are always leashes in the car so he got him hooked up and back in the house.
Went in the bedroom with Bear and laid down. That was my 5 minutes. The bark alert sounded so knew someone was out. I was certain I had latched the lower gate securely. It was Shelby and Cesar at the front door. I ran around to the family room and out the back door and called them. They came running. They are in there now cooling off. They are good so they will be fine by themselves. I put a chair in front of the door as a reminder so I don't go opening it and have a dog fight. They would be strangers in 'my' dog territory. So now an hour and a half has passed and I will be picking up Crosby soon.
Need to make a decision on adopter for Crosby. Have several good people. Just a matter of what's best for him. A potential for Hush. But no fence. Will be talking to her about that tonight. And someone real interested in Cesar. That would be so great. He is such a sweet boy and I really want him to get into a better place then he has here. I am hoping Shelby will go back to the rescue in Memphis since I have got no one here wanting her.
Evening: Made a lot of decisions. Hope they are the right ones. Just not functioning physically or mentally at full capacity. Cesar has an adopter coming tomorrow. Hush may go tomorrow or Sunday. I am really going to miss him. He has become my shadow. Really need someone for Shelby and Peaches. I tried a little dog re-shuffling but Peaches tore the foam rubber under the AC unit and some how managed to un-plug it. Had to put her back in the garage yard. Just too hot in there, but looks like rain tonight and it did cool off this evening.
7/21/11: I thought Loren went fishing as the dogs got all riled up at 4:30. He's asleep or trying or there is a dog under the covers.
Someone gets a bath today. Five are in need, but he could only get one in this week. I'm flip-flopping on who. Know I will make the wrong decision. It's only been 8 days since Crosby was neutered. He's who I really want to get in. Shelby has not had a bath and she needs it worse. Hush had one a few months ago but with all the playing he and Penny do, a lot of 'slobber' has clung and dried. Penny needs for the same reason Hush does. Sahara, Goofy and Parker are yucky too. Guess that makes 6. Good thing he gives me a great deal. Lady I talked to yesterday pays $100 more for her big dog then I do, but then she is in the north.
Evening: 102 today not counting humidity. Lily and Crosby stay in the dog house in front of the AC almost all day and night. I wish I had a building and AC for Shelby and Cesar. I tried to give them that one but they didn't like change. We did bring them both to the house for a few hours this evening. I wish I had gotten Shelby the bath instead of Hush, but she will go in Tuesday. Crosby is going in tomorrow even though it is one day early on the neuter. There is a new lady at the vets at the front desk and I am not fond of her. When I ask a question that needs a vet to answer, I want the vet's opinion, not hers. I will be discussing it with them. If she is trained specifically for this purpose, then I have no problem with it.
Got a call from the lady who adopted Misty, the pint size German Shepherd. All is going great. Always like those updates. Been trying to reach a few adopters who have not kept in touch with me but get "their mail box has not been set up" so can't leave a message to call me back. I prefer talking when it's been awhile as they can't 'think' quick enough not to be caught in a lie. Email gives them time to say how wonderful everything is even if they gave the dog away without my permission. Those fears are always in the back of my mind... no, always right there in the center of my thoughts. I care too much and find it harder and harder to trust. Harder to trust my own judgment as much as other people.
A few more phone calls to return and one that won't get returned because after playing the message 6 times, I gave up on understanding the number. I have caller ID, but if I am on the phone with someone, it does not record it. As was this case.
7/20/11: New printer arrived. The ink cartridge is not the same. GRRR! Same size and shape, but the new has a little corner shaved off for an elect. connection. Dumb. I don't need my ink illuminated. Bet this ink will be $10,000 a gallon. I've got needles for the dogs meds so I will refill those things with my ink when needed.
I've been fighting off something for almost a week. Just that feel like crap feeling and a lot of dizziness. Room spins, outside spins. I'm not spinning, just everything around me is. Has slowed down everything I have to do. Luckily it does subside off and on. It adds to the challenge of maneuvering around dogs when they seem to be flying through space too.
Ivermectin day. A day late but forgot to buy hamburger to put it on. Started at 6:30 washing dog bowls (forgot last night) and cooking the hamburger I went to Wal-mart to get. I rarely buy groceries at Wal-mart. Good Lord!! $4 a pound for hamburger and it was terrible. Supposedly the same % as at the other store where they grind it themselves but it was $2.79 last week. That's what I get for craving the ice cream that the other store does not carry. Anyway, by the time everyone got their 'casserole' and the ivermectin measured out, served and water and poop scooped, it was 9:30. I planned to make French toast for breakfast, but Loren said we will go have pizza at 11.
Peaches is improving now that I can let her spend time in the house. The food aggression is still there, but not near as insane. I do have to put her out if I am cooking or even plan to get in the fridge. Her and Hush get the snarly faces on. He is just responding to her ESPing over to him that if something drops on the floor, she is claiming it. She is not hungry, just possessive.
Penny is still traumatized from her
7/18/11: Lesson: If you step in dog poop, don't stand down slop in your stocking foot while you spray off your shoe. Lesson 2: make sure your shoe laces are tucked in before spraying off shoe which is uphill from stocking foot. Lesson 3: Don't try to hop on one shoed foot when you are 66 years old standing on slope. None of this is a wise way to start the morning.
I have got to get some of these old dogs into foster homes. I made up a flyer and my printer quit. We took it apart and cleaned it and did all the stuff the book said, but it's not going to work. We had to find a replacement printer that will take the same ink cartridges. Ours took 8 colors and we have 20 unopened and 8 partials in the thing. Printers are relatively cheap compared to the ink. (my ink is $24 a cartridge for 13 ml.) And we bitch about gas prices? With 128 oz in a gal. if we were driving on ink it is $7094.69 a gallon. Now that you all are getting out your calculators :-)
The oil on our road has now been covered in gravel. I'm not sure how well the dogs feet will take this. We had asphalt!
Afternoon: Saying 'no room' is so hard. A beautiful senior GSD needs help. I have a soft spot for GSD's Especially seniors. But I am no good to any here if I collapse. Saying no haunts me. It is all too overwhelming.
Peaches in by my feet, under my desk. Penny a few feet to the side. Both asleep. So is everyone else. Sahara's internal clock must be broke. It's almost 4. Feeding time. But I'm not telling. I'm so tired, I'm near tears. Shear exhaustion. I love them all and I try so hard. Peaches is such a challenge but if she is not in the house, she will never learn. A lot of 'time outs' but she is a smart girl and catching on. Show teeth, and out you go. Fortunately I just got a great adopter for Crosby. Now to determine how to get him to Wisconsin. I have a really good applicant for Journey too, but Massachusetts is a big problem, distance and laws. I just can't drive the 9 hours round trip to put him on transport to a neighboring state.
7/17/11: Things can change in an instant, as was the case yesterday. Mazi got to go to her forever home after all. I am so happy for her. The trip was a long one, though. Got the call around 1:45. We drove 2 1/2 hours to meet. Mazi greeted them as if she knew. It was love at first sight all the way around. Since we had not eaten all day, we decided to add an hour to the trip and detour to a place we like. The line was long and I'm sure it would have been at least an hour wait, if not 2. So we headed to Branson to our second choice. Never had dinner there, but lunch many times. Dinner is expensive, comparatively. We finally got home around 8:15 p.m. The fur kids were not speaking to us. I had to really hustle to get the dogs all fed and watered before it got dark. It was half-ass on the water, but they all got some fresh. I brought Hush back to the house.
I brought Penny to the house this morning. That just leaves Lily and Crosby together. Lily stays in the dog house with the AC most of the time. Crosby understands the doggie door and the coolness, but prefers to hang around outside. I still have Peaches in the garage yard. Today I let her in. She is improving with the other dogs, but did 'slip' several times and had to have 'time out'. I took a nap... correction... I laid down about 2:00 and took her in to the bedroom with me. I don't trust her completely so I rested in a semi conscious state. She curled up next to me. Sometimes chewing a Nylabone, sometimes giving me kisses, and occasionally getting so close, she was laying on my head. Once she finally fell asleep, I tried not to move. Mistake. I was in some weird position (which happens when you have a dog practically on your head) so got up really hurting. Luckily all the poop got scooped this morning and all the water changed as I could barely bend to set the bowls down this evening.
It's now 9:00 pm and Sweetness is telling me she wants in. She spends her day with Bear. Not because she wants to, but because everyone over on this side picks on her. At night she sleeps on the bed with me where she is safe from growls. Fez and Hush vie for the AC vent next to the bed. Last night Hush won. I'm not sure who is waiting for me there now. I'll know shortly.
7/16/11: (3:57 a.m.) Just finished brushing Sahara for 45 minutes then she abandoned me. Filled a grocery bag. Then worked on Sissy until she left. That was about 15 minutes. Her coat is short, but ASD's perpetually blow coat.
I'm not use to such calm. Bear and Sweetness shared my bed with me. I got the top. They got the rest. I never have to turn the mattress, I just turn me. Fell right to sleep at a few minutes after 9. Some barking at 11:55. Went back to sleep until just before 3. Knew I'd never go back to sleep so when I saw the opportunity of sleeping dogs who needed combed...
I really missed the kids being up here. I wondered how Tehya is doing. I'm wondering if I dare let Peaches in after breakfast. I'm wanting to let Journey join the kids but he was not to fond of Crosby jumping all over him. Amazing how just one dog leaving, even though it was only here a week, can open up possibilities. If Peaches, Shelby and Sarge could find homes, the possibilities would be almost endless... But you know what? Everyone left would end up at the house and there would be 17 in here rather then the quiet 9. I can feel myself slipping over the edge. Actually falling off a fence. I lose it because I save one that puts me off balance to the left or I put everyone I have on the right. That makes very little sense. I'm going back to bed.
7/15/11: The year is more then half over. Placed 20 dogs (that stayed gone) plus 4 courtesy listings (with 2 more pending) and returned 3 to their owner. A little shy of last year so far.
A real challenge to get Panacur down Crosby. He does not understand treats and won't take from my hand. This precious boy needs a lot of people interaction. As for dogs, he is the most enthusiastic guy I've had in awhile. He and Penny go non-stop. The others would wear out before her, but not him. He is so big and does not understand really how to play. I worry he will hurt Penny, but she keeps coming back for more. What is really strange is that Fez wants to play with him. At first I was unsure what was going on. Fez was growling when Crosby would jump on and over him. (Crosby can really get air). But it was just play growl, I guess because Fez keeps wanting to be with him. It makes me wonder if Fez has a 6th sense about his deafness or just a fondness for a silly guy.
Last night I was in total meltdown. The adoption cancelations have really messed me up. I would not have taken Crosby. It is good I got him before the cancelation, but space is just not there. I know where I want to put everyone, but with Peaches and with Tehya, I am stuck with 14 in the house. If those 2 were gone, I'd have the big yard down below with the giant dog house with the air conditioner to put the 5 young ones in. I could move Peaches to the garage, but she insights riots where ever she is. Great dog for an only dog home or someone highly experienced with multiple dogs. A rescue or shelter situation is just not good at all for her. She needs less chaos and more stability.
I did get a lot of sleep last night. I had to put a bark collar on Lily. She thinks the minute I go to bed is the time to turn on her bark. I hurt her feelings, but we both had to live with it for the night.
Hush is earning his keep. He now sleeps under my bed. I no longer have to dust mop under there! Of course when he crawls out in the morning, clouds of dust fill the air. I don't know how he gets under there. He always needs help getting out.
Shelby was feeling good this morning. Exceptionally so. She was hopping around and acting silly. I have never seen her that way. It was really nice. Maybe she will start playing with Cesar. He really wants someone to play with.
Evening: Tehya got adopted. Things don't normally go so fast, but I just felt really good about the people and the granddaughter was the deciding factor. When she kissed Tehya goodbye and walked out of the gate, Tehya just looked like she was losing her best friend. The little girl looked awfully sad too.
It is so quiet... so far. Not that Tehya made any noise, but I put all the 'children' down in that yard. Peaches had to come to the garage yard because she would have un-sighted a riot and don't want Crosby hurt if they get in a frenzy. The dog house was hot so I turned on the AC. I think I probably turned it on too much so will need to turn it off in the morning or the bill will be my demise. The insulation is really good, so it will stay cool most of the day once it reaches a cool temp.
The old guys are happy to have the 'kids' gone, but I think Fez will miss Crosby being in the house. I miss Hush already. He is my dust mop. I also really miss seeing them play this evening. I just need a little space for a few days. Only 9 dogs in the house tonight. So weird!!! Almost lonely. But Bear is on the bed waiting for me to come to bed.
Someone is coming Sunday to look at Peaches. They are local. Sound young. They have another dog, so not sure how that will play out. If she goes, it will really relax things around here. And I am not replacing either yet. I need Shelby and/or Sarge gone before I take on another or I will be right back to no space.
7/14/11: 6:53 a.m.: Breakfast can wait. The four are having such a great time playing (have been since 4:55) that I hate to see it interrupted by feeding them.
Zelda hurt herself last night. Not sure exactly what or how or where. She was asleep in the doorway to the family room and I made her move as several needed out to go potty. She got up, spun around and stepped down the step and fell. Then she would not put her left paw down. She let me massage the shoulder and upper leg but not the lower or touch the paw at all. If she is not better by 9:30, I guess we will be going in for x-rays. The vet bills are going to start stacking up again. Not getting the adoption fees on the dogs I thought were going has really messed me up paying for this spay and neuter and having Journey checked. It would have balanced. I get so annoyed that the HS spends $45,000 a MONTH (yes, there is no decimal point there) with only 38 dogs (equal amount of cats) and people donate big bequeaths to them. I could take care of that many animals for a YEAR with that kind of money. I know because I take care of a fourth on a fourth of that for a year, and I don't get free dog (or cat) food like they do. Wish people would understand how us small rescues are so much more financially responsible then many big groups who have been around for years. We do so much more on so much less.
7/13/11: Another dog not leaving. Bad enough having returns but cancelations before they are even gone? Actually that is preferred. Less stress on the poor dogs.
Sarge could of had a great home today but the wife is a little bitty thing and he is just too hard to handle. I think Hush would be a good match for them, but they had more of a stout, shot coated dog in mind.
I just opened a new batch of Nylabones. They are identical but hush thought he needed to sample everyone before the others could have one. He got a time out outside for a few minutes until all the bones had been slimed a little.
It's only 6:25 pm, but it's some R&R time in front of the TV. Made some attempts to return missed calls, but any returns will just have to wait until tomorrow. I'm not answering tonight. Too tired.
7/12/11 gone but not forgotten: It's after midnight and I have not gotten any peace... or sleep. It's a full moon. I tried to do the best for the dogs and it backfired. They don't like change, even if it means being in 100 degree weather rather then in a 75 degree room. But let me start at the beginning as I'm about to do my day in reverse.
I tried to start my day at 5 but just could not seem to stay focused on getting the necessities done. Nancy and Betty came at 7 to walk dogs. Only half got to go as just too hot. They set in the shop with Sarge, Hanna & Journey giving them attention for about half an hour while Loren and I took the ASD into be spayed. They left and I cleaned for the second day in a row. It is a total waste of time with 13 dogs in the house and a dirt road out front. (that is suppose to change today so we had to park below so we can get out when they spread oil). Took Journey in for HW test, rabies and his neuter checked. Infected as I suspected. I had already started him on antibiotics but they added some pain meds. He was negative. Yeah! Anyway, we dropped him off and went to lunch. We bought an AC for the big dog house. Picked up Journey and then Loren took a nap. I single handedly took down the temporary kennel divider and actually got the panels out the gate and drug over to the shop. Not an easy feat for 66 year old lady in 102 degree weather while trying to keep a deaf OES from going out the gate. Since a heavy duty power cord was $60, I re-routed the one we had and crossed my fingers it would reach. It did, but to make it reach, it had to be in a straight line. That meant stooping down and going through a near impassible thicket. I know I had all kinds of microscopic critters crawling on me. Took the hose and soaked myself. I was dry by the time Loren came down to help. An hour to get it all set and running. Crosby, the OES was a very eager helper. Every time I'd pick the AC up to put it in the window (which is at floor level) he would try to go through the window too. He really likes Loren.
Since Shelby had drank so much water and I think that is what caused her bloat, I switched her and Cesar with Crosby so they could have the AC. I made a brief attempt to have the three together. Not going to happen.
Barking has not stopped. About an hour and a half ago I put bark collars on a few. No affect. Peaches was in the garage yard and continued to insight a riot. Decided to return everyone to their original place. In order to do this, I had to have an empty place to start. The yard lights have been out for some time. The back light was on and a small flashlight hanging from my mouth. It kept going off. Full moon did help some. I took Crosby out from the yard behind the house and put him in the shop office. Then I went and got Shelby and Cesar and put them back behind the house... Correction... "attempted". I am just to old and weak to move two 100 pound dogs at the same time. Bad enough in the dark, added to that it is still in the 90's heat wise.
About 25 minutes later, they had run themselves tired and thirsty. All I could think of was Shelby might bloat again. They had sought their revenge on Sarge. He had gotten away from me a day or 2 ago (I lose track of not only time but days) and spent 45 minutes circling their yard, barking and just stirring up trouble. Now it was their turn. Result consisted of a bruised arm scraped against a tree, bruised leg and stepped on something and my arch kept cramping.
Peaches was next as she had to go in the back area of the lower yard first to save me going all the way around. That went reasonably well, but I had not used that space so had to get water in there. That takes effort lugging an ice chest full of water. Then another (always 2 in case one tips over). Then back to Crosby and put him back in the yard with the dog house and air conditioner. Everyone settled down and I slept.
7/11/11: After a long day yesterday, culminating in the race around the house, I discovered this morning that I had done a really dumb thing.... I put the pieces of the armadillo in the wheelie trash dumpster that sits by the back door. NOT smart! Trash is not picked up until Friday (1) which means yesterday it was almost empty so the guts are way in the bottom, unreachable by human hands. (2) Since it was just grabbed up in a plastic bag and some paper towels, it did not exactly become confined in the bag so fell out when I dropped it in, no way to get it on a stick. (3) The smell... well, opening the lid takes a gas mask. I think the plan is going to be to put the wheelie trash thing out by the road and just carry the trash to it all week. Take a deep breath before approaching it and run like hell after dropping the lid back down. Not even going to look.
I had this really bad feeling all night and it's nagging me still this morning. I moved dogs last night (before armadillo adventure) and was just going on instinct on who went where. Everyone was fine this morning and all getting along. So I need to call my mom soon. She won't be up yet as the time difference. When I get this feeling, there is something not right.
Late afternoon: A moment of rest. Just finished adding ice to all the water. Brought Shelby and Cesar up again. I know it is crazy, but I really feel like I need to buy a window AC for the garage space and the giant dog house. Those fans just do nothing but move 102 degree air around.
Moment interrupted... Evening: I'm bleeding again. Not sure who 'got me' breaking up a fight between Peaches and Hush. Hush tried to avoid it. He is such a good dog. Peaches just kept going at him and I was using all my strength to get her into the garage yard. Actually I may not have been bitten. I could have ripped the gash in my arm from a stray wire on the gate or what ever. Didn't even know it until blood started pouring. It's about 2" from the scar Sweetness left on me last month.
It is going to get down to 75 tonight so the foursome can just run on the property. I need sleep and Sahara needs peace. She is reluctant to come in when the 'kids' are inside. I worry about her as her coat is so thick. Never had a dog with such a thick coat. Shed her out all day and hardly anything comes off. Never mats. Bunny soft.
|7/10/11: 10 p.m. long day that did not end well. I just finished chasing dogs through the house trying to get a dead armadillo away from them. The other one was way over on another property, so this is victim number two. At least it was not a skunk and at least we have a lot of cans of Fabreeze. Enough said about the day.|
7/9/11: I knew it was going to happen, but I did not project it in my thoughts. It was just inevitable. Hyde sneaks out. Dog fight and neither was going to give it up. At least I can handle two 55 pound dogs. I had already turned off the water and the hose was 50' away. Just grabbed. Got lucky, especially since the fight was by mutual animosity. The pup does not know me well enough yet to even try to challenge my foot pushing her away. I do know if my fingers do not get a break from the pull of dogs, they will break. My arthritis can't handle this. My ring finger is so swollen from trying to get Cesar back in his yard during the fireworks, the ring won't come off. He really did some damage just from pulling on the leash. I'm too old for this.
Now I really don't know where to put the OES and I only have 2 hours to figure it out. I can't even board one of the dogs without paying a fortune because my groomer is not there until Tuesday. He gives me a good break on that too. So the ASD will be spayed Tuesday and the OES neutered on Wed. Hopefully I can get something worked out for the rest of the week. I do have 2 kennel panels but 10 x 10 would be awfully small even for a few days. I don't have a gate panel or shelter anyway. Guess I better go size this all up.
Evening: I don't need another July 9th. I seem to remember saying that about a similar date last year. Anyway, I went down and took the 2 extra kennel panels and rigged them across to where the dog house was in the new yard I was creating. It is pretty makeshift, but if no one plays crocodile, it should hold for the few days I needs it. Only have an exterior gate but could probably not slip through an inside one anyway. Scavenged 2 ice chests that were destined for the trash. Got everything ready. Peaches and the ASD were still going at it through the fence. "Crosby" arrived around 11:00. He is a total nut! But he is also a pain. Maybe when he settles in... I hope. Right now he is un-phased by the bark collar. So is Journey. Must be an OES thing. No sense of smell or else no sense of association. I bark, it sprays.
As for the rest of the events, I am pretty upset at my vets answering service. Long story short, the idiot gal never reached a vet. I have been waiting since 2:30. It is now 9:00 p.m. I told her the dog was dying in my arms but she said she had "rules". She could not call the vet, she could only text and she did not know who was on call. I hope she gets fired and I hope they find another service. Luckily I did the right things and after an hour of sitting on the vet office ground in front of the door waiting, we went out to Janices. Shelby definitely had bloat. Actually by the time we got there, I had massaged away several inches and a lot of hardness. She is looking normal now. She will still need closely watched.
So to sum things up, I was up at 5, finished morning chores by 8. Got the fence in place by 10:30. Answered email until the OES arrived at 11. She did not leave until 1. Got some lunch, went down to do water at 2:20 and discovered Shelby ready to burst. Yelled at Loren to get ready to go. Called the vet (service) and said we were on our way. There by 2:30. Gave up around 3:30. Got home from Janices around 4:30 after stopping at the pharmacy to get Shelby some GasX. Phone calls. Shelby threw up a pint of water. Four beach towels to soak it up. Finished feeding and fresh water. Poop scooping will wait until morning. By then it's near 7. Walked Shelby so she could potty. She looks normal now. Guess throwing up all the water she drank did something. Everyone is barking because the OES's are barking. I am about to take shower number 5. The new dog stinks. A farm smell, but it could be because he is in where the ASD was. She stinks. He must have gotten against stuff she got against. He loves water so he may get a bath tomorrow and I am going to cover the ground with DE if I can remember where I put the sifter I use for it. A moment of silence.... Good night (after another shower and clothes into the wash), I hope.
7/8/11: I figured the deaf Old English Sheepdog was not coming. WRONG! Not a clue where I will put him. He is not neutered. The one I'm holding a few days for someone else is not spayed. She could come in heat. ASD / OES puppies would not be cool! Him being deaf is a bigger problem then not being neutered. Neutering I can fix in a few days. Deaf is forever. He won't hear the warning growls but I think he will 'feel' the other dogs emotions. Penny felt Bears bad vibes when she jumped the fence. I need to do some quick research in the morning. Too tired tonight.
One dog to the vet for eye tumor surgery. Then a run to the groomer. Journey was so matted it took over 3 1/2 hours of them working on him. He was so caked with crud that they use 4 pint bottles of shampoo. The most expensive dog I have had groomed to date, but I sure can't complain. They are just so terrific and still a real bargain. Anyway, Journey looks a bit 'thin of coat' because most of what he had was mats. He will definitely need an adopter willing to do daily brushings and grooming every 3 months.
Peaches is either teaching the ASD pup bad habits or they are just surfacing on day 2. Now I have 2 dogs with food aggression issues. Neither is really hungry and does not care to eat. It's a possession thing. I don't have the energy to work on it. Just separate, put down bowls. Pick up bowls. Let them back together. If just one dog has an issue with it, I can work on it. But 2 sharing space... just easier to avoid. Wrong attitude, but the ASD is suppose to leave Sunday.
Speaking of the ASD, I don't know if she has fleas, ticks or got into poison ivy. She rode with her head on my right leg bringing her here. That leg is covered in welts. And ITCH! Even in my sleep I was scratching until I made some raw and woke myself up from the pain. I had showered before going to bed, but I was up at 4 a.m. taking a bath and scrubbing like crazy. I was trying to 'wash away the itch. It did not work. My leg looks so terrible, I wore long pants today, even in this heat.
Lord, what am I going to do with a deaf OES! Guess I'll figure something out. Going to bed and try not to think about it.
7/7/11: Picked up my friends ASD for her. It's a really sweet pup but awfully timid. Hopefully it will come out of it's shell tomorrow. I've been down there several times petting her and coaxing her to eat. I have a little water diversion area with bricks and she was curled up on it. The bricks are not level and she did not look a bit comfortable so I put some old but clean sweatshirts on the place and covered them with a sheet. Of course, she wants nothing to do with the space now. She watched with great interest when I threw the ball for Peaches and Peaches brought it back. We played for about 15 minutes. I was hoping the ASD would come over out of curiosity, but she just watched. I hate when they are confused and scared. Then she gets to start all over in a few days when she goes to her forever home.
I don't like breeders, but I must say this lady was very concerned where this pup was going and how it was doing. She called before we even made it home to check. I admire that. I know some dogs are content to be out in a goat field living to do the job they were bred to do, but canines are a social species and they do like people. I do believe this person really cares about her field dogs. But I still have my reservations about a lot of aspects of the whole breeding for bit bucks thing.
I should be taking a nap but lunch did not agree with me. I'll just go to bed early. Have an hour before they wake from their nap and want dinner. Hush is under my desk. Penny is asleep with her head on the leg of my office chair and Fez is asleep cuddled right up behind her with his paw under my chair. I don't dare move or someone is liable to get an ear or paw hurt. I can see Sahara and Mazi in the living room asleep. I know Goofy is asleep behind the sofa. Parker is on the bed with Loren. He is taking a nap. Zelda was in front of my bedroom door last time I exited. I'm sure the other 5 are asleep near an AC vent too. I really do need to work my sleep and awake time around that of the dogs. Maybe then I would not be so tired being up until after midnight listening to them bark.... Only one not asleep is Sweetness. I can hear her in Bears room wanting in on this side. She will survive. I can't escape to let her over.
7/6/11: The hell week seems to be over, at least as far as fireworks. Last night was calm and I actually got quite a bit of sleep. Yesterday and the day before were quite a different story.
Lesson 1: when dogs escape, check the yard before closing them back in. While they were away, the Armadillo invaded. The Armadillo died. The Armadillo stunk.
Lesson 2: don't get sidetracked while removing a dead stinky Armadillo in 100 degree weather. Four hours in the heat is not a smell one forgets... or a sight, either.
Lesson 3: How to dispose of a dead, stinky, bloated, stiff Armadillo when the road to your 'disposal site' has been freshly oiled between the time you found the dead, stinky critter and the time you remembered what you were doing with the dead, stinky, bloated, stiff critter.
You get a low lipped tub with a handle, tilt it on it's side and use a hoe to roll the dead, stinky critter in to the tub. Remembering not to breath, you tip the tub upright, grab the handle and pull it 20 feet away from the dog yard. You do not want to go about finishing feeding, watering, poop scooping and then walking all 19 dogs. That dead, stinky Armadillo may be something you want to forget, but not until it is properly (or at least adequately) removed from sight and smell. So if you do forget, it will not take long to remember when you come out of the house 4 hours later to put ice in the dogs water.
Approaching the tub was definitely not pleasant. No way was I going to reach down and lift it or even pull it across the ground. The dogs had chewed up an old hose. I tried not to breath, slipped the hose through the handle and began the long 100 yard journey over rough terrain, inclines and ditches. The tub flipped, spilling out the Armadillo and blood and flies and mag .... you get the picture. Back to get the hoe. Shove it back in. Push the tub upright with my foot. Began the journey again. Bucket tips. Now I'm bringing the hoe along. Repeat. Oops! Repeat. Oops! Repeat. Finally make it across the other road. Three choices. (1) circle around and drag it back up the hill to my property where I had planned to dump it originally. That is another 100 feet up rutted terrain and through weeds. (2) take it down the road where we walk the dogs and dump it in a big ditch on abandoned property. That would be a 100 yards more. Or (3) just dump it right there on the side of the road. Lets just say, I drug it as little as possible and leave it at that. I'm hoping the buzzards have been busy in the past 18 hours.
7/3/11: Took a 2 hour nap today. It felt great! All the dogs slept too. They always do during the hot part of the day. They store up energy for the night patrols. Last night more fireworks. I set up and combed Bear for 2 hours until he got fed up and left. That ASD undercoat is so thick. Two bags of hair and still not done. Then I sat on the floor with Goofy and he let me comb him out for about an hour or more. Then spent some time working on Zelda. Finally went to bed about 1:00 a.m. Didn't wake up until 6:45 a.m. so was pretty hot and late by the time I got all the morning stuff done.
Yesterday I moved Journey into the shop with Hanna and Sarge. It is just too hot for him in that yard with all that hair. I have brushed and combed on him lightly off and on for several days. Now that I am through many matted areas, I find the poor fella to be in terrible shape. His back bone is sticking up 2" and he is all ribs. With all those mats before, he looked healthy but I knew not to expect that. Wormed him and started him on some supplements for everything. Will start with small amounts as don't want to over do and make him sick or a bad reaction. He is definitely going to need a thorough going over and several kinds of blood work. I already love him completely. What he must have endured!!! And what a loving, appreciative boy he is. Any applicant for him is going to have to be over the top perfect.
That wasp sting on Hush is now a hot spot. Darn, I hate that. I just finished up a 2 week cycle of Cephalexin. I'll call the vet Tuesday and see if I should put him back on it or change to something else. The holistic powder seems to be working better then the stuff from the vet so already started that. Also am switching Sarge to it too. Sure wish research could agree on the cause of hot spots. Read a bunch of articles and they all agree there is no agreement.
7/1/11: First of hell week. Fireworks! Went to bed before it got dark only to be woken up by a house full of panicked dogs. Even Sahara was hiding in the bathroom. Goofy needed me to pet him constantly for re-assurance. That is unusual. Sissy could not get close enough to me on the bed. Way to hot for that much togetherness. The only one who seemed un-phased is Bear. He's trying to out sound them. If he does not stop, I'll never get back to sleep. All dogs below are accounted for. It's 10:30 and I guess the neighbors ran out of fireworks. I'm sure they will re-stock tomorrow and day after.
Fez got groomed today. He looks and feels so good. I'm sure he was perfect for them. Loren picked him up so I didn't find out how he did.
The 'kids' were in all day. If we leave for more then an hour, I put them out, but we didn't go anywhere so they got to stay in. They didn't play much. Just too hot, I guess. Mostly slept in the family room. I dozed for a few minutes only to have feet in my back pushing me off the sofa. Penny had jumped up and wiggled between me and the back. She needed more room!
Tomorrow I will go out to a friends and look at her Pyrs eye. I'm sure vet will be closed. I have some doggie eye drops that are always safe so will take them out.
Hush has a wasp sting again. I can see the tiny puncture in the center where he has gnawed off hair. We just finished up the Cephalexin from the last one. I tried some liquid holistic doggie anti itch stuff. He licked it off. Tried some powder I had and it seemed to work. At least he didn't like the taste. It is also for hot spots and the prescription for Sarge is not working so tomorrow I will use it on him. Hot spot and diarrhea. Poor guy. I changed some of his food when he got the hot spot. Was reading that too rich of food can cause them. But then the more I read, the more obvious no one knows why, how or where. Guess I need to do the Honest Kitchen again. He was doing really good on it.
Bear just got quiet. Guess I'll try to go back to bed. Obstacle course with all the dogs that followed me into the computer room.
|http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bxZjZQdRhQ Learning to use the video camera again.|
6/29/11: Do you know the song “Every step you take, every move you make, I’ll be watching you” ? Only replace watching with following. It is sweet, but turning around to trip over a 150 pound dog can be trying. Fez is such a sweetheart. I will be glad when he learns he is here to stay and if I leave, be it into another room or out the door, I will be back.
6/28/11: What a storm! No warning. Loren got up and left at 4:30 to go fishing. It hit here at 4:45 and before it hit the lake. Parker was freaking. So was I. The first 20 minutes, I figured Loren would be pulling back in the driveway. After an hour, I was a basket case. Parker was hiding under my pillows. Sissy was on the bed too, and I got the comb out to shed her to keep my mind off worrying. When I had gotten up a little earlier, I had not gotten Fez up to go out. He was asleep and didn't notice I had slipped into the bathroom and then back to bed. He woke up with the thunder and had to "go". At least I only had to stand on the deck and get soaked while he went onto the gravel to go. What wasn't soaked from rain got finished off when we came back inside and he shook off before I could make a distance between us. I've been shook on by many dogs many times, but the coat of a Newf is a different kind of showering experience.
Loren got home about dawn. He had been caught out on the boat. Waves were like the ocean. He was soaked. We are both too wired to go back to bed. I'm sure a nap will be in order this afternoon.
|This is a must read to understand what a rescue does, is faced against the odds and bullied by legislators who are in the pockets of puppy mill breeders. http://federationofrescues.blogspot.com/2011/06/connecticut-launches-broadside-at.html|
6/26/11: Fez is a really neat Newfie. Attached himself to me. I can’t even go your know where without him coming along. He slept right beside my bed last night. He wanted on the bed, but I don’t think that would be a good idea. The bed is quite high and he could hurt himself getting off. The others use the bench, but I don’t think he would understand that for awhile.
6/24/11: Still struggling with posting to my site or I’m hallucinating. I could have swore I had a blog entry for the 22nd. It has vanished, if it ever was.
6/21/11: I saw a heartwarming sight yesterday. Restored my faith in family. We got a late lunch at a small restaurant just down the road. Normally when we see children in public, they are either so well behaved, they look scared or they are horrible and the parents are likewise. They ignore or threaten or encourage. Anyway, this was a well adjusted family and friend. The one young lady had a very young infant. She fed it first before she ate. The couple had a boy about 8. He was delighted with his mac & cheese. He commented how good it was. His dad moved around the table and was sharing bites. They were giggling in such a happy, honest way. Love just radiated from all their faces. It was not a show. It was real.
Four more Pyrs in need yesterday. All are beautiful. All are urgent. The list never ends. Tempted on one. Holding back is not because of the dog or space or energy. Just another dog that has had no vetting. Finally able to pay up the vet bill and get a few in that need checked for limp, etc. By Saturday, I would be back to 20. Nineteen will be hard enough, especially with this heat and one new one being permanently added to the house. I need people willing to just come visit a dog every day. Just sit and pet and be a presence. Or take one home for a few hours. I'd even deliver! I can only provide a place to live. I can't provide them with a family while they are here. That is what they all need. A human.
6/20/11: Only a brief nervous breakdown yesterday. Today I have someone coming to help move the kennel panels so the lower yard will be one big one again with a small ‘feeding’ area for Peaches. She does have issues with her food around other dogs. Trying to get 5 dogs each in their own place just was not working last night. I was hot, tired and just ran out of ‘calm assertiveness’…. Well, calm yes, assertiveness, no. Ultimately, Peaches ended up in the garage yard last night. Mazi is back with Hush, etc. She loves the house, but she missed her playmates…. So much so, she was considering the furniture and my foot as chew toys. This is totally not like her so I know she was bored without someone to play with. She just did not need Peaches picking on her.
6/18/11: Noon. Finally unwound from the morning adventure. The order of the events is fuzzy. That’s good! Too bad the events have not kept pace in falling from the brain.
I guess Ozark Dogs is entered in a contest!! Please vote. Boy could the dogs use this prize money
6/16/11: Loren wants to leave the divider up and just leave the gate open connecting the two. I think we’ll compromise and take out one panel so there is a 10’ opening rather then just a gate. They need the space the way they race around playing. I wish I had a 5’ panel so I could make just a small food time pen. Right now I have to leash Penny and Peaches at opposite ends to feed them. It is getting better, but when I add 3 or 4 more dogs, it will be chaos. Two of them got into it this morning. I did deviate from the routine a slight bit. I should never do that when it deals with meals. I normally let all 4 in the family room all at once, Hush is first with his bowl near the door, Mazi is next part way across the room. Then Lily another 6’ away and last is Hanna in front of the TV. Hanna was already in the house, so I put hers down and then let the others in. Normally I can leave them unattended and they respect each others space, but that was not the case this morning. I am really not sure who, what or why, but I was pulling dogs off each other. In a sea of white and in emergency mode, I really didn’t take time to look at faces.
6/15/11: No more ‘favors’. You bend over backwards and they want you to bend over forwards so they can kick you in the butt better. Champ and Babe are gone. I got a small donation from the people who adopted Champ and aside from the fact Eddie owes me money, he was resentful. It did not end well. He left a big old mattress which I do not want. That makes me furious too. What am I going to do with it? Loren and I cannot handle picking it up and loading it or pay to take it to the dump. The dogs got good homes, (thanks to all my efforts which obviously accounts for nothing) so that is what matters most to me. But it is a shame Eddie has ruined it for anyone else I might want to help. After I un-stress, I’ll be moving the dividing fence so the yard will again be about 35 x 55.
6/14/11: My server went down and they switched me to a new server which was 'modern'. My web program was outdated so I am just getting the 12th posted and trying to play catch-up with the rest of the site. Learning something new... I hate it. But Loren found a way around it all so although it is a few extra steps, it is not like starting from scratch. I was about in tears thinking I would have to learn something new. I was about in tears because I could not even remember how to turn the video camera on when the dogs were playing a few days ago. The brain cells are deteriorating as fast as me!
Champ went to his new home a little while ago. Local people. I am really happy for him. He took to them right away. Guy was scratching his back and when he stopped, Champ rolled over so he could reach his belly.
This is short today because it makes me nervous having so many programs up all at once. my computer still freezes up sometimes.
6/12/11: 9:30 a.m. and I’ve already cleaned house, done for the dogs, unwillingly let Sarge run all over the place inciting riots, moved Lily up to the house (so Sarge would have less chance of escape. Easier to get past one dog then 2) and on my third load of laundry. One, mine. Two for the dogs with one more to go.
6/10/11: Been a very long week. The white threesome is
in the house and doing fine with Lacy. Hush kind of got too
friendly and she let him know she was not going to be humped!
Now he respects her limits. Mazi is still not too sure.
She seems more curious then anything. Hanna could care less
until Lacy comes to be petted and then Hanna has to come over to get
her share. Anyway, 13 dogs in the house is going quite smooth.
Lily got away from me today and I almost had Penny do the same. I tie them to the carport cover when I feed because Peaches has issues. I was done with the poop scooping and water when Lily got tangled. In my panic to get her loose, I forgot the gate was open. She didn't! She almost went back in several times but it became a game. Penny and Peaches were still tied. Penny ate through the leash but I caught her just in time. Lily ended up in with Sarge. Knew there was no way to get one dog back in when the other 2 thought they deserved a good run around the yard too.
Yesterday I helped Nancy with her little dog Mitsy. Helped get her to the vet. She went back today. You know how some dogs are. They will do things for anyone but their 'mommy'. I got her to take her medicine so I'll be available if needed tomorrow too. Just like Sissy with her nails. She will bit me if I try to trim them. Guess they just know they can buffalo their person.
Going to look at a 10 year old GSD tomorrow. Nice fella in his late 70's going to be moving into assisted living soon. No one to take his dog. I'll try to place it but if he moves before I can, I guess I'll take it and it can just live out it's life here with Sarge (since he will probably be here forever too). Feel like the canine geriatric home.
Parker had his teeth cleaned this morning. Luckily none had to be pulled. Got a new medication for his eye. Sure hope it helps. He is still pretty out of it. Luckily it's not too hot outside as that is where he has crashed. I closed the gate so he won't go staggering up on the hill. Will mean a lot of poop to scoop in the morning, but better that then having him stumble and roll down the hill.
My microchip scanner came today. I know I chipped Goofy and Sahara but it did not show up and I cannot find my 2009 vet bills folder where it would show when they were put in. AVID chips are such a joke. That company is useless. They have no real tracking system. I only have a few with that chip because it is what my vet uses, but I will never need that again. They are expensive and you have to renew. Home Again is a one time deal, half the cost and you can actually view your registrations online and you can get a live person on the phone. Can't do any of that with Avid. Anyway, when my next box of chips comes Monday, Goofy and Sahara will be re-chipped.
Long cool bath awaits.
6/7/11: Dog I was going to get got turned loose last night and
is missing. Poor thing. Payton knew nothing but a chain
her whole life. Got dozens of people in Springfield looking
for her. I hope she will be found safe and quickly.
Loren feels much better this morning. He didn't feel good at all last night and went to bed about 5:00. He insisted on bush hogging the back yard this morning. It needed it, but he should not push himself. I wish it was not so full of rocks and it could just be mowed.
I got to order a chip scanner yesterday. Loren's anniversary present to me. We really don't do gift giving per say. Besides I'm always broke and he always gets what he wants for himself so leaves nothing for me to pick out for him. Buying something for the rescue is always better for me then something personal... although I do love my camera he got me 2 years ago. Best present ever.
Going to try some more dog shuffling in the next few days. Peaches loves to play and so does Cesar. Shelby and Sarge are both old. I may try those combinations. Tried Sarge and Shelby before but will try a different approach and different place. Will bring Lily to the house. She is very submissive and I think her and Hush will have a great time together. Penny will fit in just about anywhere. She will either come to the house or go with Peaches. I need some adoptions! The house is going to get mighty full. Be looking at 13 in here.
6/6/11: It is definitely a Monday. Nothing is
going right and it’s not even 11 a.m.
6/5/11: I feel like a terrible person but
there are limits to the number of ‘here forever’ dogs. The ones I
have been boarding for way too long will be going to the humane
society. It is no-kill. Maybe they will have better luck at
finding a home then I have trying to get one for them. I will ask
my friend that works there to give them a little extra push if
good adopters come through the door. I just hate that
they will be in a small cage, but the fence fighting has worn me
out. I do need to get that yard back into one big one and not
split. I am so tempted to keep Champ. I am sure he will fit in
with Shelby and Cesar, but is it fair to him? Big yard and dogs to
interact with but little human attention vs a small concrete run,
being alone but a chance to be adopted. Chance being
the key word. I am sure Babe will get a home fairly quickly. Why I
could not get her a home is beyond me. She has so much going for
her, but age is a drawback.
6/3/11: The 3 little canine monkeys do not
stop. I have never had such playful dogs, but then most are Pyrs.
I do have to make sure the “munch” noises I hear are on the toys I
gave them and not the furniture or my camera battery charger or my
dog magazines. I bought an ‘indestructible’ ball at the pet store
yesterday. Within 2 minutes it was punctured. I called the store
and they will ‘reluctantly’ give me a store credit. I’m taking the
“Bitter Uck” back too. I sprayed a little on each wrist as they
like to grab me. All 3 licked my wrist!!! The rest of the house
dogs would not come near me. Not even let me pet them. I had to
really scrub to get the scent off. Guess I could have just offered
my wrists for an afternoon of free tongue wash.
6/1/11: Taking a break from the morning work
out. Loren is working on the lawn mower. The bush hog broke a
week or 2 ago and then the lawn mower died. Luckily Loren revived
it (some wires had shook loose) and now he is just doing general
maintenance. We’d replace to bush hog but no one delivers. It
means loading up the tractor on the car trailer, going somewhere,
backing it off, hooking up the bush hog, driving it back on and then
coming home and unloading it again. That is a full day’s project.
The old one is so old, not worth fixing again. Every time, then
something different breaks. It’s just worn out. We are going to
lose sight of the dogs in the back yard, and the bugs and snakes
will really infestitate (obviously spell check does not think that
is a word. Maybe it’s not, but I like it).
5/30/11: Well, Peaches blew it! Had a
fantastic potential home and family but before they were 10 miles
down the road, she decided she wanted to be boss over their sweet
submissive Golden. We are all heartsick. They played so great here
getting acquainted. She will just need to be with dogs that will
call her bluff. So sad. She was on the bottom of the stack all day
with Penny and Lily letting them chew on her and drag her around.
We just never know. Sometimes I just wonder if bringing them in the
house is a mistake. They like it here and want to stay, not
realizing there is something better out there.
5/29/11: Barely. Irene has been gone a week and has an adoption pending. No magic wand, no amount of prayer and no dog whisperer is going to rehabilitate her in a week! I am heartsick, livid, crushed, furious, ready to cry and ready to scream. This could be a death sentence for Irene if she attacks an animal and a human happens to get in the way.
5/28/11: Twenty one. It can make you rich in
Las Vegas. It can make you poor in dog rescue. One thousand miles
can make a nice road trip vacation. One thousand miles in dog
rescue can wear both human and car out real fast. That was the
total since Monday!!!
5/27/11: My computer is dying. It is only 18
months old, custom built. I know it is Windows 7 that is screwing
it up. I never had problems with XP Pro. I just don’t have the
time to have to re-do things over and over because it hiccups and
wipes out everything I’m working on, be it email, word, photoshop,
or websites. If I take it in, they will just want to wipe it clean
and re-load everything. It would be days and I know I’d have to put
everything on several external hard drives as they would lose a
lot. If it were not necessary for the adoption and rescue of the
dogs, I would not even have a computer.
5/26/11: We went 275 miles today to get the 'wrong' dog.
Way too long a story. It may get longer because the dog we
were suppose to get went to a person I referred to this dog.
Not her fault. Just a mix up at the AC. Anyway "Peaches"
is not a "white Pyrenees" mix but the other one is. The
other one is not a goldendoodle, but Peaches could possibly be part
Wind has really whipped today. Really bad coming across the flatlands near Jonesboro. Right this moment it is calm. Eerie calm. Dogs sense something but there is no room in the storm shelter for all the dogs so we stick together. I heard a tree crack and fall a little while ago but I don't see it. I only hear part of the dogs barking but if they are out, they will just have to come knocking. It is dark and raining. There is nothing I can do and none are going to come waiting until they have explored themselves out. I just hope they have all 'want to bed'.
I switched the house dogs back to their normal spots about 20 minutes ago. You would think they had won the lottery. Zelda was actually playing!!! I've been loading her up on natural ingredient 'calming aid'. I think it is really working good.
Three baths tomorrow. I just hope they don't end up all muddy again before Saturday. I'm having trouble getting someone to do a home visit for Lady's applicant and I am out of days and energy to get to Thayer to meet Sully's applicant and have him meet her and her dog. Two 'alters' on Friday. Need to set up the third. Out of time, energy and money. I can't pay for the spays and neuter until I get the adoption fees.
5/25/11: It is now 5 a.m. Started raining
early yesterday and did not stop until 2 hours ago. I mention this
because it made for a very unpleasant day.
5/22/11: Does not take long for life to
change. And every decision we make has a consequence. I brought
Shelby up for about 3 hours today. Brought her up before, but short
times. She decided she didn’t want to be in her yard anymore. The
chase was on within a few minutes of putting her back. She is an
older girl and ran out of energy before I did, thank goodness.
Irene's trip! Words from one of the
Home again, home again, zippity zam! What a great trip!
5/20/11: It was warm this morning. Shorts
weather. But a storm just rolled in like a bowling ball making a
strike. Caught me by surprise so had to get drenched rounding up
dogs. Sarge and Lady had the 2 acres. Sarge went into the garage
but Lady stood out in the rain. I don’t know if she was unsure
about Sarge being in there, the smaller space or the dim lighting.
Didn’t want to stress her so grabbed the leashes to take them back
to the shop. She spooked and it took a few very wet minutes to get
her to calm down and come to me. It is so heartbreaking when she
has one of those ‘flash backs’. I just thought they would be more
comfortable with the garage as the shop has a metal roof which just
amplifies the sound. Hopefully she stays inside. I do the best I
5/19/11: In 24 hours (4 a.m.) I will be handing off Irene to a
volunteer taking her to meet up with the Colorado transport. I
keep praying, "If this is meant to be, let it happen. If not,
stop it somehow." I love her so much and want better for her then I
have been able to offer. A few others have been very very hard
to let go, but they went to homes. With the exception of one,
I know I did the right thing. That one has vanished and not a
day goes by that I don't agonize on where she is and if she is ok.
It has been 2 years since their phone number became disconnected and
email was rejected.
I did get an email on Hara. It looks like she does have a great home with a wonderful family. That does lift one burden, but I am still unsure on Sherman. I care too intensely. But the day I quit, is the day I should not even own a dog.
I did sleep a few hours tonight but my stomach is in knots right now. Allergies kicked in too. Just took a benadryl. It will put me back to sleep just about the time I need to get up. Then I will be tired all morning.
5/18/11: Had a wonderful visit with Dawn and
Etta on Monday. Etta is the dog she adopted from me quite a few
months ago who is blind in one eye. A goofy girl who use to let
Sully pull her around the floor by her tail. She didn’t want to be
friends this time.
Brought Mazi up and
introduced her to Bear. That seems to be going fine. She is a very
submissive girl. Oops. Spoke too soon. Less then 3 minutes, he
went into the family room to hide and she went in there. Bear is
FEAR aggressive. I have heard “experts” say there is not such thing
but they are wrong! Bear is fine until he feels cornered. Oh well,
so much for that for the moment. Will try again later. Once he
learns to trust her, he should be fine.
5/14/11: Bear barked ALL night. Usually he quits about 4
a.m. when he is really on a roll. Guess because of the storm
night before, he has to make up for lost time. I am not going
to be in a good mood today. Two nights in a row without sleep
just don't cut it. And we had so much work yesterday.
Did find someone to cut up the tree in the driveway, but we still
had to help. Tree went in the tractor bucket and Loren drove
it onto our other property to dump it. I helped load the
bucket as well as blow leaves, rake small branches and clean up all
the branch and leaf mess in the dog yards. Six hours of work
added to the usual. I'm just grateful we are not replacing
windows or any SUV repair. We got really lucky.
Hanna really misses the puppy. Darn! I had no idea this would have such an effect on her. She was fine with Sarge before the puppy came. I tried to put her back with him and she attacked him immediately. She must think he had something to do with the puppy being gone. Breaks my heart. Hush is just too rough for her and she has started limping. I don't know where to put her. I tried her at the house but that did not work. Mazi could easily fit into the house. What changes I need just don't work. I just hope Sarge gets a great place to go where he will be loved and happy. Lady already has quite a bit of interest. Calls have started again from potential adopters. It was 'dry' for a few weeks. Nothing matters until the applications come in. People want 'easy' and they are not going to get that from me. If they want easy, go to a humane society, animal control or craigs list, not a rescue.
I've not heard from several recent adopters lately. Having my emails go unanswered always makes me anxious. Especially when one recently breached the contract and the dog was given away without my knowledge or permission. I don't know where it is. That bothers me VERY much.
Evening: I went to bed early,
but I made the mistake of answering the phone. Now I will get no
sleep again tonight. A few days ago Mariah was going to visit
because her adopter was hospitalized. When her son brought her
over, she attacked Hanna. It was the only place I had to put her,
so the son kept her. I couldn’t. Well, now she has killed a
chicken. I expected that from the start. Emotions have escalated
so she is being returned. Period. I still have no where to put
her. I am a basket case. She was with Irene and did good before,
but I don’t know now. Babe will fence fight if I move Shelby in
with Hanna, Mazi and Hush. They are getting along great so don’t
want to stir that pot. Hush barks so I can’t put him behind the
house. I don’t think Shelby would work in the house. She is not
submissive. Mazi would do fine in the house, maybe even with bear,
but that will still not make a place for Mariah. I only have one
kennel panel. I can’t go spend several hundred dollars to buy more
for this situation. I tried Hanna with Sarge and Lady, but Hanna
went after Sarge. I think she thinks he ate the puppy. Long story
but logical. I tried Hanna with Shelby and at the house. Didn’t
work. Losing ‘her’ puppy has really affected her. A total
different personality. I could drive to Memphis and Kim would take
Shelby back, but (1) way too far (2) she’s a good dog and not fair
to her to go back and forth. I could try bringing Shelby to the
garage yard and putting Irene and Mariah back together like they
were before, but common sense is telling me that is just not going
to work. I am totally at a loss. If Babe was gone… but the adopter
never contacted me last week like I was expecting. Not unusual.
|Political link The government never ceases to amaze me either. We'll have oil and power while we all starve to death.|
|People never cease to amaze me! Local ad on the internet: Free to good home: Female half English Mastiff , half ?. She is approximately 7 months old. She will make an excellent guard/family dog and one that will stay at home due to her mastiff nature. Her mother is also free to a good home. Not sure what she is....shepard/min pin mix? Both are very sweet and loving and love to trial ride with you if you own horses|
5/13/11: Barely… Shuffled dogs at midnight.
Just a few minutes ago. Hope the storms are past. Hope I was not
premature on moving them back. Well, actually just moving them
again. It haled the size of marbles and with the force of them shot
from a gun. I was sure the windows without screens were going to
break. The SUV was in the driveway. I grabbed my robe to drive it
down into the shop and rescue dogs. I knew the yard with Hush,
Hanna and Mazi would be a river. I knew Lady would be freaking from
the rain on the metal roof in the shop and she would be outside to
get away from the sound. I grabbed on a robe and some slip-on
shoes and the keys. Total shock as I ran outside being pelted by
rain. A huge oak had fallen across the driveway. I’m racing around
to the front of the SUV and the tree missed it by an inch,
literally. If it had been parked just one inch farther forward it
would have been hit. A few feet forward and it would have been
crushed. Our driveway is circular so I was able to back out but the
car will not get out of the garage until we find someone to come
move the tree in the morning. Another miracle, it wised the yard
fence where Irene is. At least I think it did. It was raining so
hard and I was so soaked, it was hard to really see. It looked like
the tree had just broke in half, top falling straight down and then
the bottom of the tree uprooting and falling on top of the upper
part. It may look different in the light of day. And there may be
5/12/11: 4 a.m. Waiting for the Benadryl to kick in.
Took 2 before going to bed. Worked until about 1:30 a.m. and
then barking woke me up and sneezing followed. Loren says my
sneezing 'disturbs the dogs'. My sneezing probably disturbs
anyone within a mile. I should invite the Genesis World Record
people over. It is probably off the decibel charts.
The dogs really were good last night... or I was so out of it, I just think they were. Anyway all is quiet now... when I am not!
Saw a video of Georgia, the young lady who will be getting Irene and working with her. She's really young but great compassion. ( 5/29/11: Boy did that turn out to be a mis-judge of character!!!) Of course anyone under 48 seems 'young' to me, anymore. I am really going to miss Irene. A few 'partings' have been really hard but this will be the hardest. The others went to good forever homes. This is just a stop over for Irene. Maybe Georgia will decide to keep her. I know she will love her enough right off to find her a great home when Irene is ready.
Going to go back to bed and hope this pill starts working soon.
5/11/11: I can’t believe I got so much
accomplished today. Elnor helped with the basic house cleaning
while I steam cleaned all the area rugs. Four very large ones plus
the bedroom carpet where Parker decided to hike. Mopped the entire
house, one area twice, because for some reason there was a film on
the floor. Of course all the normal dog chores got done as well as
some dog shuffling. Hush kept us awake most of the night. He has
been so good, but they were all outside all night carrying on at
every leaf that blew or cricked that chirped.
5/9/11: HELP!! Things never go as planned. Got a call last night. The local lady who adopted Mariah (aka Gracie) is in the hospital and I need to care for the dog until she can get up and about. Two others coming today. A return coming tomorrow. None leaving. Two here I do not trust in a group taking up space 3 or 4 dogs could use. I have everyone sorta of hopefully figured out except the return. Lady is the terrified German Shepherd. I can’t put her with Hanna and the puppy as the pup would scare her. She needs to be at the house, but not sure what Zelda will do. She is my only concern. She likes things just as they are. She would not hurt her, but she would send ‘vibes’. The others would sniff and go about their business. Anyway, dog count will be 20. That is doable if it were not for my untrustworthy ones. Sarge has got to go. Irene leaves the 18th, but that is 9 more days.
Time to feed and then hit the road for the 2 coming from TN.
5/7/11: 3:39 a.m. Allergies. There is no
end. Sissy was not even on the bed with me. I figured she was
bringing in pollen on her fur. I don’t even have the windows open.
5/5/11: Always one on the ‘list’ tugging at my
heart. But if I take ‘that one’ there will just be another tomorrow
and the next day. The ones tugging at my heart are not adoptable.
Too old, too black, too sick, too barky, too frightened… Even if I
had someone to clean my house and cook and poop scoop and answer
emails, I could still not give another dog the love and one on one
it needs. Too many already. If they don’t work out
in the house, they just don’t get enough attention. I get angry
thinking of people who are sitting at home in front of the TV or
computer with nothing else to do (or ‘hooked’ and just don’t do
anything else). They could be here watching TV and keeping a dog
company. Or some could take one home for a few hours several days a
week. When a person claims they are lonely, it is of their own
making. When a dog is lonely it is because some human is at fault.
Busy day yesterday.
Marian met Gayle who met me with the new Pyr.
His name is “Hush”.
Don’t know what it ever was before, but by the time we
finished the 2 hour trip home, I’m sure he thought that was his
name. He barked 1 hour
and 50 minutes of the trip, stopping long enough only to catch his
breath and re-charge. If
I had brought the car, had Loren drive and set in the back seat with
him, he would have been an angel.
We just don’t know until we do it and crating is the safest
with an unknown. Anyway,
Hush spent the night in the shop with Hanna/Ayla.
He was in his glory.
She tolerated his pestiness.
He will get neutered tomorrow.
5/1/11: Rained almost all day. Depressing
weather and depressing everything. Finally got a return call about
Lady and Hara. I’m not happy. Anyway, Lady will be coming back and
I want it to be soon. She is being well loved, but (1)
circumstances have changed and she can’t stay and (2) they suspect
she can’t see. That is not something I had considered when she was
here. She was fearful and remains so. Maybe that is the reason.
Anyway, I want her back ASAP so I can get her into the vet and do
what ever can be done for her. Waiting is not something I wish to
do. If it is something progressive, I want to stop it in it’s
|4/29/11: I wish the dogs would
stop trying to chase off the trash pick-up people!
It was almost creepy quiet last night. Sadie Ann and Hanna in the shop worked great. Having Sarge by himself was an improvement.
Sully is back. I don't mind at all.
Worked on the dog yards all day. They are looking great. Got them all graveled and trenched, hopefully for adequate rain run-off.
Answered 3 of 7 phone messages (1 looking for a dog, 2 wanting to give me a dog and the rest friends checking in. A dozen emails. The only one that mattered at the moment is the rescue of the fella on the home page ("Norman's" story will move to the 'story' page next week)
Exhausted, hot, ready for a shower and then relax with a chocolate milk shake.
4/28/11: Evening. Worn out. Charles spent
the night so he did not have to drive home in the dark with his 3
dogs. They were really happy to see him. He is really a sweet
man. I hope things go well for him and no more dog problems. If
there is, I’m sure he will let me know.
|http://www.olddoghaven.org/ just found this in the "Grey Muzzle" newsletter.|
4/27/11: 1:20 a.m.! I DON’T DO PUPPIES!!
Hudini, also known as Sadie May got out of her crate ‘apartment’.
How she got out is way beyond me. The 2 were still securely tied
together. The widest opening was about 4” x 4” and it had a leash
woven round and round leaving the space less then half that. I
heard her barking, which had pretty much continued from bed time
on. Then all of a sudden I woke up to a different sound. It was
still barking, but the location seemed to have changed. She was up
on a chair! Her water was empty and one pee pad was wet. That was
inside… never mind outside in the family room… I started cleaning up
after her yesterday, if 11:30 p.m. qualifies. She had
pooped on several dog beds and some pee on the floor. Apparently
she felt the inside of her domain was full. I scooped up the
soft poop, changed the 2 mattress covers, mopped the entire
floor, mopped up more pee as she went while I worked,
opened 2 windows that I didn’t feel rain could come in, turned on
the ceiling fan and fabrizzed the room. Started one first of 3
loads of laundry her escapade created. Then re-furnished her
apartment and put her back.
4/26/11: 2:43 a.m. got up to potty and checked
on Sadie Ann. She definitely used the puppy pads. Boy do they work
good! Of course waking her up was not a great idea. She is so
scared of the unknown. She began screaming before she recognized me
and got the others in a barking frenzy. Once I spoke, which I now
realize I should have done first, she settled down. She still
huddled in the back of the big crate on the very soaked pads. I
suspect she had been on the blanket and fear sent her to retreat.
Anyway, I got the pads changed out and heated her a bit of food. I
had mixed up extra last night and wanted to take the chill off from
being refrigerated. She ate it right down. I need to remember how
much to feed a puppy at a time. How quickly I forget.
4/25/11: Very little sleep. I kept waiting
for the roof to blow off or the windows to implode. This is a very
solid home but it shook. Several times. So did me and even the
calmest of the dogs. I could hear the dogs outside in the yards
under their carports, in their dog houses, crying. It broke my
heart but (1) I had no where to move them to and (2) I would have
had a terrible time moving them without them running off from
fright. It broke my heart.
Storms are worse then ever. Not let up all day. Got a call from a
vet tech who hit a puppy with her car as it ran into the road.
Nothing broken, just some scrapes and bruises. Yes, I broke my vow…
NO MORE PUPPIES! It’s here. She was curled up on Lorens lap for
several hours until I could rig up a place for her for the night. A
dozen trips to the shop to bring stuff up. Kept forgetting things.
In the family room, I rigged a small wire kennel together with a big
wire kennel. My plan was more error then success, but it will work
until tomorrow. I tied the 2 together only to take them apart
because I forgot to put in the puppy pads. Tied it back together.
Then remembered I had forgot to put in water so had to untie
everything again. I put the blankets in the small kennel and the
puppy potty pads in the large. So where does it go to sleep?
Right. She may be Pyr. She is definitely going to be a big girl
and she is very young. Maybe 7 or 8 weeks, 10 tops. She is very
sweet and appreciative. But she is terrified of dogs. Even the
sight of one. She had to have been hurt by one. She screams like a
human when she sees one, no matter how far away or hears them
barking. It is heartbreaking. This will definitely be a
challenge. Loren called her Sadie so I added Ann since this is
Sadie number 4.
|4/24/11: Happy Easter.
Things are looking a bit brighter, dog wise. Yesterday I
mostly concentrated on the house dogs and the storm. We did go
to Pizza lunch buffet. I totally spaced getting Trina's
medication. It was to settle her stomach. I gave her a
Tagamet (sp) this morning. She threw up the Metronidazole last
night. No blood in the poop. Their previous owner is
suppose to retrieve them Wednesday. I've had several people
interested in Sprite and a few in Sugar but I really wanted them to
get to go 'home' even if I do have to eat the $700 plus I've spent
on them. Maybe he can send me $20 a month donation. I am
not asking anything of him. He had to pay a big fine for being
over the dog limit and he's 75 years old, lives in a 12 x 60 trailer
and on social security. His priority has been taking good care
of the dogs and from the vet records he provided, he has done that.
Loren and I laughed... maybe he will leave Ozark Dogs something in
his will... as long as it's not the dogs... But we really
would not care. They are not any trouble other then Trina
needing vet care and Sprite peeing in his or his sisters food bowl
as soon as they are done eating.
Had a call this morning from a lady named Mary who 'knows' Malinois and she recognized Sarge as one immediately. She says the wider head is European. She is contacting her Malinois connections. Apparently his temperament characteristics are normal for the breed.
Irene will go to Colorado mid May. Sherman, Sully and Mariah are already in their new homes. Hanna/Ayla will most likely go to her new home with Marian in mid May. That leaves Sarge, which hopefully Malinois rescue will take. It leaves Babe and Champ which are not really my dogs but taking up space here. And it leaves Parker. Soon Parker will have been here 2 years and will just become a part of the 'sanctuary', along with Chipi, Sweetness, Sahara, Zelda, Bear and Goofy. My Senior Citizen family. It is hard to believe Bear is the 'baby' at 6 years old.
I will most likely be taking on 2 Pyrs. One from Alyssa and one from TN. That is as long as the 'threesome' go on Wednesday. Otherwise I don't have room because of personality differences. House dogs leaving (Sherman, Sully and Mariah) does not free up space.
4/22/11: Allergies! I would be asleep were it
not for waking up at 3:00 sneezing until I could not get a breath
and thought I was going to suffocate. Took a Benadryl and another
an hour later. I will be a zombie come the real morning.
I am worn out. I can’t keep doing everything all by myself and the
vet bills are just piling up. Loren has been so great to help, but
we just can’t do all that is involved in properly
caring for this many dogs. I can’t be the kind who sticks them in a
pen and give them a pat on the head when I feed. But that is what
it has come down to for some.
4/20/11: close to 4 a.m. but the dogs have
been so quiet. I got 6 hours sleep without interruption! The
allergy pill helped. Trouble is, now I need another so being
rejuvenated won’t do me much good once I take it. Can’t breath or
see without it. Missed my 6 month dental because of allergies and
still not able to make a new appointment until they clear up.
4/19/11: Lacy’s visit is over. She is such
a good girl. I’d get up in the middle of the night and she’d hear
me and leave Loren’s side, come into my path, lay down and roll over
for a belly rub. Never barks. Never bothers. Wish they were all
just half as easy as she is.
|4/18/11: Duke (Dukus to keep him
separate from 2 previous Dukes) arrived. He is huge.
Might be as tall as Goofy. Definitely wider then Sully and
outweighs him too. He's a little confused as only been here 24
hours. He has made himself at home in the garage.
Learned the doggie door right off. Prefers 'in' over 'out'.
I really miss Sully. It just all happened too fast. I miss Sherman too, but he has a great life! I could not be happier for him.
Several years ago I got a terrified Sheltie from a local lady who 'rescued' her. It took an hour to catch her. She just cowered in one corner after another, racing past us as we got close. Through a bunch of complications and several rescues involved, I got her into a Sheltie rescue. I had long forgotten her. I got an update today. WOW!! These are the kind of stories we need in order to know that all our rescue efforts are not in vain.
4/16/11: Many years ago I had a Pastor who
told me I was the only person he knew who, ‘when God locks the door,
(I) still try to climb through the window’. I understand what he
was saying, but I still see it conflicting with all the other life
lessons: “Life is never simple” (or “keep life simple”). “Don’t
worry about what you can’t fix.” “Live in today; you can’t change
yesterday and tomorrow is not here yet”. “If you don’t work for it,
you don’t appreciate it.”
|4/14/11: Sully was adopted
yesterday. A local couple I had met and been to their home.
It has still not sunk in. I knew I would miss him, but can not
believe how much. I know I am going to be a pest checking on
him. I won't visit until I am sure he knows that is his home
so he will not want to come home with me.
The ladies for Sherman will be here in a few hours. Hopefully they will not find him too much of a challenge to adapt to being "resident nursing home dog". When they get here, we will go to Good Samaritan so they can see how he is and then decide if they feel they can acclimate him. I really want this to work for everyones sake.
Mariah got a bath Tuesday (I already mentioned that) and it washed away all the "perfect". Thought maybe it was a 'one day' thing. Wrong. Of course, Lacy is here until Monday so that was new to Mariah. Had to put Mariah back in the yard behind the house. Don't know for sure what day the Saint is coming, but she better like him as they are going to be sharing space.
Loren talked to Charles that was the owner of Sprite, Sugar and Trina. He is working on a property in the country so they can move and get out of the 4 dog limit confines of the town. I was suppose to hear from him yesterday on getting them back. I would much rather they go home then find them new homes.
Irene is regressing so before all the progress is totally gone, I have decided to let her go to the Colorado rescue. They are still willing to take her. There is an excellent trainer there willing to work with her.
Sarge has been a real problem. If I could have him at the house I know he would be much better, but I can't. Dog dynamics does not work. The rescue that got me to rescue him (they had no room and he was going to die) is working hard to find him a place to go. He got away again yesterday. He is the only dog here that struggles to get past me through a gate or door. He has succeeded 3 times and the last 2 times he has taken issue with neighbor dogs on their property. Yesterday was bad. Don't know how long we were gone tracking him down, but the biscuits in the oven were ash. So much for breakfast.
Eddy that owns Babe and Champ cannot find a place to rent that will take dogs. I will extend it another month. He knows how to use the commercial floor polisher so I will get my living room floors shining and he can leave the dogs here longer.
Marian, who is adopting Hanna/Ayla is having contractor problems with her new home. Boy do I know how that goes! I might as well bring Hanna to the house next week after Lacy leaves. I think they will accept her just fine. Can't leave Sarge alone, though as he has separation anxiety really bad. Not likely he and Mariah would get along. My 'dog whisperer' skills are falling apart. I'm falling apart. Dog numbers going down is definitely a good thing right now. I'm sure my stress is the trigger to some of what is going on, least wise in the house pack.
Well, it's 4:30 a.m. Maybe I can get a little more sleep. Sounds like they have finally all worn themselves out barking.
4/12/11: I feel like I’m on a roller coaster
that just keeps going on and on. I’m just too soft hearted when it
comes to dogs. I’m like a balloon that someone just keeps inflating
and pretty soon I’m going to burst, spewing emotions all over the
4/10/11: I just can’t do this by myself. No response to my newspaper article. I don’t have time to go sit in front of the pet store half a day and maybe talk to a dozen people who are already busy with their own dogs and lives. I don’t have the money to run radio ads that lead to a brief talk show once a week like Perry does. Flyers in the stores is the best I can do. Rescue is the “Peter Principle” on steroids only there is no escape (other then death). My ‘free time’ is these few minutes early in the morning while the dogs are still (finally) asleep. I sit in the dark with only the monitor light, hoping the dogs below will not notice the change in the room. Unopened, I delete email trying to sell me web services, Viagra or replica watches. Unopened, I delete inconsequential forwards. I skim the subject line of dog forwards and delete many of those unopened. Then I contemplate those that could be spam or a virus, but could also be a potential adopter whose subject line is vague. Too much time (and patience) to determine which ones I open. It is with 90% certainty, they are going to be junk, but don’t want to miss that one great adopter whose fingers (or brain) was not working last night. Way too much time on the computer but I don’t know how to cut it down. A hundred emails a day and only 10 that matter. However, those 10 are what keeps me going. Doggie updates. The lifeblood of Rescue.
I’ve had my fill of emergencies. Right after finishing the blog
this morning, Parker came in with blood running from his eye. The
stitches had broken. It took an hour to get the call back. I was
already waiting at the vet’s. He got sewed up. Tabitha could not
get over what a great patient he was. He let her stick the needle
in his upper and lower lid to numb them and let her stitch him up.
There is just not another dog like him in the world!
4/9/11: Brought Zelda back up just before
dark. Didn’t work. She was growling at everyone so back she went
into exile. It really bothers me because I know she does not feel
good. This is not just a ‘grumpy old lady’. She hurts. I have
tried everything I can think of to get her antibiotics down her.
Wasted a bunch. Hid them in hot dogs, pill pockets, peanut butter
and dog cookie sandwich, hamburger; opened them up and sprinkled
them on tuna and on hamburger. Someone told me about a pill popper
that shoots the pill down their throat, but first you have to
restrain the dog and get it to swallow. I worry it would lodge in
the airway. Wrestling the mildest mannered 80 pound dog to open
their mouth is near impossible. It works once and then they are
smart enough to know better. I have been doing it with Sarge for 3
days getting 20 ml. of Panacur down him. It is exhausting. I just
feel Zelda has cancer. Anyway, I brought her up for breakfast which
she only ate the part untouched by the pill. I kept Sweetness out
of her way.
Evening: 8:45 p.m. Just
got back from emergency. New lesson. Do not watch a dog aggressive
episode of the Dog Whisperer when dogs are present. The German
Shepherd was barking and carrying on. No one paid much attention.
The Rottie was growling and carrying on. Not much interest. Then
the third dog entered the episode. It was a German Shepherd /
Rottie mix. It said something as all hell broke loose. This is
proof positive I am right about dogs having a language. Just
because we think it is just a few different barks… well, Chinese and
Japanese sound like just few syllables to me too.
4/8/11: It was a peaceful night! Only
Sweetness on the bed until about 3 a.m. when Sissy joined us.
Sherman spent part of the night on his ‘guard’ bed position, but I
had moved it about a foot farther out of the doorway. No growls.
We had a discussion earlier before I went to bed. I’ve said this
before and Cesaer can argue all he wants, but talking to a dog like
you would to reassure a child works. I set on the floor beside his
guard post and I told him that I loved him, but I loved the
others too. I have enough love for everybody. I was not in
danger. He had to be nice, no growl. The others had to be
escorted past him the first time, but once they did it, the caution
decreased. I’m not sure about Goofy. He is not in here this
morning. He may just be enjoying the cool, but that is not like
him. I don’t know when he want out and if he every came back in.
For such a big guy, he avoids confrontation at all costs.
4/7/11: Maybe I should not say anything as may
jinx it, but everyone is getting along!! Still having a few growls
with Sherman not wanting anyone to come in at night. He is guarding
the kitchen doorway. He was sleeping with me but now I guess he has
decided to expand his territorial protection of me. Not going to
happen no matter how many times I have to get up at night. As for
the rest, Irene took right to Mariah and they played and wrestled
and ran together like tiny puppies. It was great. I hope to get
the photos up tomorrow. So I now have 7 females and 4 males on this
side and Bear on the other side. Some of the girls go over there to
keep him company part of the time. He wanted to meet Mariah and she
wanted to meet him, but within an hour, Zelda had messed that up.
“Oh, are we suppose to run the fence and bark and growl?” They
learn so fast from one another. GRRR!
4/5/11: I’m nervously awaiting word on Parker. I hope the leg is
ok, and I hope the eye lash removal only involved one or 2. I am so
attached to this guy. He has been here 18 months as of yesterday.
Someone out there has missed out on a great amount of love and
devotion from this special boy. It has almost been here too long to
let him leave now. He’s too old to make settle in to a new
environment. This is the really tough part of rescue… when they
stay so long, become part of the family and knowing many less
dogs have been saved in the meantime.
Paid Zelda’s vet bill this morning. A big ouch. Now I’m really worried about what Parkers is going to be. Have the new Pyr coming today with no vet work done at all. Coming from the south so will most likely be HW+. Messing up my newspaper article sure didn’t help. If I only had time to take dogs up town and walk them at the city park or set on Saturdays at the pet shop or people to help with a yard sale/ open house out here. I want to hold up my hand and say “hello, I’m here”.
4/4/11: Storm hit about 5:30 a.m. Parker had
long been tucked in beside the toilet. Rain quit around 8:00. I
stayed buried under the covers until a few minutes til. No one was
complaining until the rain stopped and then they all wanted fed
|4/3/11: 3 a.m. Parker came in
limping. He almost fell making the one small step onto the
deck. First thought was snake bite. Can't
find a thing. He's on a mattress, I checked his paw and
massaged his leg and gave him some of Sissy's anti-inflammatory and
pain meds. One thing bad about a dog as gentle as he is, you
don't know when you touch him, if you are touching a tender spot.
He just tolerates everything, expecting nothing but good from me.
Mommy will make the hurt go away. They just do not come any
Followed up with counting heads. I hate going outside at night because if one gets startled and does not recognize me, the barking starts. I was able to track everyone down without going to far. Irene didn't even bark. I did bother with the ones below. If Sarge trashed the shop, nothing I can do about it now that could not wait until daylight. And if the 2 escape artists (Chubs [Sugar] and Sprite), the dogs would have barked as they ran by. I have got to call the guy they came from and see if he is going to be able to take them back. If not, I got to really start promoting them. They really need people. They don't run off, just pull the fence loose at the bottom and come looking for attention.
Maybe I should not mention this, as a potential Sprite adopter may be lurking. But... he did something that was totally weird. Day before yesterday when they had all finished eating, bowls were empty, he went over and deliberately hiked his leg, took perfect aim and peed right in his food bowl. Did not miss-direct a drop.
Middle of the night rants: I should
have said the magic word… Warrant. I am just getting pretty sick of
“law enforcement” who think because they can, they intimidate you,
lie to you and cheat you. They are right there with politicians.
The trouble is, we ARE intimidated and if we don’t kiss ass, they
can make our lives miserable, more so then one incident or one law
or one ‘black list’.
4/2/11: I almost got arrested. Good thing the
deputy was patient because I wasn’t. I picked up 2 little dogs
running down the middle of the road. Shi-Tzu’s, I guess. They were
a mess. They stunk, had huge cockleburs wrapped in their fur all
over their bodies. Matted so bad on their butts and undersides that
feces was embedded and they stunk of urine. The burrs were sticking
their pads every time they walked but they seemed oblivious to any
pain. This was not recent matting. Walking on the burrs was
obviously something they had grown use to. It was from months of
4/1/11: I wish today was just one big April
fools joke. It’s a reality that I really am not prepared for.
Lady, the scared German Shepherd is coming back. They are
devastated but because they rent and a neighbor complained about the
‘big dog’ next door, they are forced to give her up. I wish I had
known there were problems. I might have been able the help, but
it’s too late now. I feel as sorry for the people as I do for the
dog. Loren said he would go meet her in Harrison.
|3/31/11: Zelda had an infected
anal gland. Very unusual for a big dog, especially the breed.
10 days of meds and all will be fine. Her blood work was
great. Teeth- great. liver, heart, lungs, all great.
Evening: I swear they are all pooping more then a few weeks ago. I clean once a day, every day and I made 3 trips today… OK, maybe it’s the number of dogs outside. DUH!
Haylee gets to go to her new home tomorrow. Mike sounds just great. I am so happy for her. I know she will be nervous. She is wanting to bond but so unsure if she dare. I am glad she is moving on quickly. It is so much easier on them. Sarge is coming Saturday and I don’t have to drive!!! Heah! The lady I helped out with the ASD Thor is going to St. Louis Friday and back Saturday. She offered to bring Sarge back with her. That is so appreciated!
And did I mention the 75 year old who had to give up Sprite, Sugar and Trina may be moving and can have dogs. When he offered to ‘foster or transport’ for me, I said I would rather him be able to have his own dogs back. He was overwhelmed with appreciation. I would rather see them go back to the people that love them and were taking good care of them rather then finding them new homes.
I had a lady call about getting a Pyr. She had not been online, just got my number from someone. After a long talk, I think Sully would be a perfect match for her. Crossing my fingers I get an application. I am his goat and he really does not like sharing me with Sherman. He’s ok sharing me with the others, like Sahara who knows I am hers.
Things continue to go well with Irene. I just have to watch that I don’t create a situation. Wrong dog, wrong place, or bone or petting. Not that it is all Irene, it’s just too many dogs inside.
3/30/11: After dropping off Haylee to be
spayed, I went on to the grocery store. It’s a small franchise
store owned by my neighbor so I try to do as much shopping there as
I can. (I avoid Wal-Mart when ever possible). As I was beginning to
be checked out, a young man had asked where the cold sodas were.
The cashier said “outside”. Well, to me that made no sense and
obviously to him it did not either. He asked “where” and she jumped
all over him with hatefulness. The store has 2 entrances on
opposite ends of the building so if one enters from one end they
would not see the vending machines outside the other door. The
young man obviously had a medical condition, possibly Cerebral Palsy
or maybe partial paralysis from an injury. He was about 19. Once he
was out of ear shot, I politely told the clerk she
should not have been rude to him. She came off on me!
|3/29/11: Haylee gets spayed and
vetted tomorrow and in the afternoon Zelda goes in. Hopefully
blood tests will tell us something. Having to remove Zelda
from the house is just breaking my heart. I put Sully with her
for company. He cries. He is the only one I can removes
that will help the dynamics. After Irene making such great
progress, everything has just come tumbling down. Even if I
tried to make some logic out of it, I doubt I would be even close.
Logic of this kind does not play into dog dynamics.
It is raining. Nancy and Betty came and we did get 4 dogs walked before it came down too hard. They spent an hour in the shop with Hanna/Ayla and Haylee. Hanna is just so demanding, but she couldn't be the center of attention with all 3 of us there.
Loren has what I had last week. Sore throat, coughing, just feel like crap. Boy do I need HELP!
3/28/11: Again the harshness and unsurness of
this rescue world is slapping me around. I had to put Zelda in the
yard behind the house last night. She kept going after Sweetness
and was threatening to go after Sahara and Chipi. Everyone else was
staying clear. This is not new, but reaching new heights. Her
personality has been deteriorating for years. We’ve had blood
tests, thyroid tests and x-rays. This is not the dog I love and
have for over 5 years. I know it is physical. I’m considering
going to a specialist in Rogersville. They have all the state of
the art diagnostics. I only learned of them about 2 months ago. I
know it will be expensive. That is the problem, as well as distance
and having someone to care for the dogs while I’m gone.
3/27/11: The emails today were more on the
‘desperately need financial help’ topic. So many small rescues are
going under. It only takes one case of Parvo or a Cujo to wipe out
a group. I’ve had my share of ‘cases’. Brooks, the OCD puppy was
$3500. I had to quite taking in any dogs for about 8 months until I
could financially re-coupe. If it had not been for a wonderful lady
and several other wonderful contributors, Toast would have shut me
down for 4 or 5 months. It is so hard for people who don’t walk in
our shoes to realize what walking in our shoes consists of. I know
9 years ago, I sure had no idea. And when I started, it was on a
big dog / small quantity scale. Seven dogs seemed like a huge
amount!!! Now less the 16 and I feel like I have too much time on
my hands and a few extra dollars in the account when one gets
adopted (provided it covers vet expenses).
3/26/11: Loren is going to take Cassie to
Rolla tomorrow to get her on her way to Chicago. I am still so
miserable with allergies.
3/24/11: It must be ‘rude’ day. An urgent
just came through about a senior Saint. I called. She said it had
been adopted and ‘these people on Facebook….’ .I said I didn’t see
it on facebook, but I was glad it got a home. She hung up on me
before I got the last few words out! Then I responded to an email
from a rescue about their financial crisis. We all are in financial
crisis, so I offered several tips that could help cut some costs.
These were specifically mentioned expenses. I got a rude
email back. It was obvious they were just looking for money and not
suggestions to cut costs. Must be the damn pollen in the air
getting into everyones brain cells. So I finally jumped on the band
wagon and left a phone message for the jerk that never sent me the
adoption donation on Thor. I was not rude, just said I thought they
were very inconsiderate to cheat me like this. I hope they were
taking good care of the dog. And I hoped no one ever treated them
as badly as they treated me. Adoption was Jan 15th! Never
will adopt to “law enforcement” again. Already crossed off over
zealous Bible thumpers, (I’m talking the self righteous who think no
one is as perfect as they are), male lawyers (one exception. Shane
was great), male doctors and male dentists. (I like female
professionals as adopters).
At least the sore throat went away. Now I'm just stuffed up,
swollen glands and itchy, watery eyes and coughing like crazy.
I still managed to pick up Trina from the vet. She had to sleep off the Monday sedation for the x-rays. Amanda said even totally knocked out, they could not stretch her out for the x-rays. Wierdly, the x-rays showed nothing wrong. In a way that is good, but that still does not get to the root of the problem, if there is one. I'll start her on some DGP, Doxy and supplements.
Pickles went in for Neuter when I picked up Trina. Her is so sweet, but so unsure. Then it was dog walking with Betty and Nancy. Then off to the groomer with Haylee. She changed color! They picked ticks off for about 2 hours. I picked ticks off an hour. She is covered and the Advantix seemed to do no good. Of course, many had not even imbedded so of course they won't die just crawling around. She has them even between her toes and front dews. Very hard to get in there, even with tweezers. I'll work some more on her today and put DE all over the yard or it will just start all over. She is 100 feet away from any of the other yards, but an infestation can travel. I have non-food grade I'll spread on the outer areas.
Sahara is telling the world that the sun is up and telling me it is time to feed her.
3/22/11: More emails: “Owner died and no one
wants the old dog” or “Owner placed in nursing home and no one
wants the old dog”. They are usually black labs. They are usually
over 12 years old. They are confused and feeling abandoned by their
best friend. They have no way of understanding the owner loves/
loved them but can no longer be there with them. They are either
grieving on the end of a chain, if lucky, with neighbors dropping
off food, running in dangerous places looking for their friend or
sitting in a cell at an animal facility, scared and lonely, unaware
this may be their last home.
|3/21/11: Sore throat. Canceled dentist. Dropping off Trina for x-rays as don't want to give Amanda what ever I've got. Fixing some jello and while it sets, I'll make some hot honey tea. Dogs are fed, watered and poop scooped so that is about all I can handle right now.|
3/20/11: Well, that ‘good feeling’ was quite
fleeting. Haylee is covered in ticks. Treated her and today will
have to treat the ground with DE. I have been lucky for over a
year. I don’t need and infestation. She was really good last
night. Didn’t bark. I am looking forward to giving her attention,
but until the ticks are dead and she is clean….
3/19/11: I had a really good day today despite
so many dogs and being up and down half the night trying to keep the
new ones quiet. I was able to fall back to sleep several times.
That happens when exhaustion has reached it’s limit.
3/17/11: If it is important, don’t put it off
until tomorrow. You may lose the chance. My daughters
mother-in-law, Diana, has been my daughters second mother. When her
son and my daughter, Sandra, became engaged, Diana took sign
language classes so she could talk to her. She would interpret
conversations that Sandra would have otherwise been left out of.
Twenty some odd years ago when they had been married a few years,
the local radio station had a Mothers Day contest. It accepted
letter as to why your mother is the best. She was my daughters
‘other mother’ so I submitted the story. Diana won, hands down.
The commentator, when reading the letter over the air, choked up so
much someone else had to finish reading it. She won some prizes and
an inscribed wrist watch. Although 1600 miles have separated us for
many years, she has always been family. Diana has always been the
greatest mother-in-law any mother could have hoped for for her
3/16/11: Finished off yesterday with a 6’
slide across the gravel. I am heartbroken, but Irene has got to get
into the hands of someone strong who can control her when she makes
up her mind not to mind. Sent out a plea. Got a response from a
fairly new rescue. Will do some inquires today and be sure it is
the right place for Irene to go. I love her too much to let her
just waste away here, no dogs to play with because I can’t trust
her, and hardly any walks. A few hours several days a week curled
up with Loren in the family room is not enough. She needs to
belong. She is barely 2 years old. So much potential wasted
because I can’t do right by her. I feel like a failed her. That is
such a hard thing to handle emotionally. Not that I haven’t tried
to get her over her terrible teens. Enough before I start to cry.
3/15/11: Getting a couple of good nights sleep
in a row was only a wish. I was doing pretty good until Goofy went
outside. He is afraid to come back in so he barks. I got up,
opened the door and stood between him and the ‘threat’ but he just
laid there. Gave up. Back to bed. Twenty minutes later; repeat.
Back to bed. Thirty minutes after that; repeat. I explained to him
this was his last chance. He comes in. By now I am wide awake.
BTW, it’s 3:20 a.m.
3/13/11: Irene is still here. Great lady but
Irene was too strong a girl. Did get an email from Shelley and she
has a possibility for Irene. As for Sherman, who I felt was the
best choice, he just skitted around the house avoiding her. I think
dogs just sense some things more then we realize. He even cuddled
with me last night on the bed. He sleeps on the bed, but usually at
the foot. He had his head next to mine on the pillow. It is so
tough to let go, but so unfair not to. Just how happy can this many
dogs be having to share 2 people?
|3/12/11: As I felt, Irene was
going to be a bit too much for the lady I approved for her. I
was hoping she would gear towards Sherman, but he was less then
enthusiastic about chancing going away. Great lady, just not
the right dogs for her. Hopefully she will find the perfect
match. Hopefully it will be one I rescue, but if not, whom
ever she gets will be a very lucky dog.
Still not sure how many dogs will be coming home with me tomorrow. Hopefully Riona and her adopter will 'click'. I have faith that what ever happens, it is the right thing for the dog. And the right thing for the moment for here. Maybe it was not meant for me to get the Saint or the other GSD's. Cassie may require my money and attention like Toast did. Hope not, but never know.
This warm weather is so nice! It's almost time to feed and then I hope I have the energy to take a few for a walk. Tomorrow will be an hour earlier to leave. I had forgotten about day lights saving time. UGH. Means I will be leaving at what today was 6:30 a.m. but tomorrow will be 7:30. Not good!
3/11/11: They were so quiet! So why did I
wake up at 3 a.m.? Must be because I actually got a few hours
uninterrupted sleep. Sherman followed me into the computer room and
has been asleep by my feet for the past few hours. I wish Sully
would not be a poop to him. I know it is major jealousy. I love
‘em all but some just need me more then others. Sherman is one of
those. Very insecure.
3/10/11: Finally some sunshine. I need it!
Still cold. Busy next few days. Rio and Irene leaving. A GSD and
at least one Saint and maybe 2 coming. Two more in Ohio but that’s
a bit far. Seems all of a sudden the rescues are being flooded with
Saints. Guess it’s that non-existent inflation./ recession/ no cost
of living increase that the government keeps assuring us of. Gas at
$3.69 a gal. and rising. Doing a transport for one dog seems nuts.
I’m looking for another (or 2 more) just to make the trip worth the
gas!!! Like todays’ trip with SUV and trailer to get dog food.
It’s up to $26.99 for 40 pounds. If I drive 35 miles to meet the
distributor, I can save several hundred on a pallet. Eventually I
may have to break down and feed stuff I don’t want to feed because
some have ‘free food to shelter programs.’ In the meantime, I’ll
try to keep feeding good stuff.
3/7/11: Feeling less anxious this morning but
not entirely emotionally comfortable. Hope Riona and Hanna/ Ayla
have settled in together. I’ll know in a few hours when it is light
out and I can go down and feed them. Yesterday was long, busy and
exhausting. Riona was very nervous and lashed out at her. She got
a ‘time out’ but with temp dropping again last night, short coated
and just having a bath, I did not want her out in the weather. Also
hope she caught on to the doggie door. I worked with her on it, but
didn’t have time to witness if I was successful.
3/6/11: This anxious feeling will not go
away. It is practically to the point of nausea… ok it is to the
point of nausea. I just want to surround myself with all the dogs
and just sit on the floor and hug them and not let go… Hugging
fifteen 100 pound dogs, give or take 20 pounds, (add 35 for Sully)
is not possible. Three on the bed does not feel like enough. Six
being petted all at once while I try to put on my socks and shoes in
the morning is not enough. It’s not enough because there are more
standing on the outside of the circle wishing and waiting for their
3/4/11: Anxious again. Not sure why. Things
have been going relatively smooth the past few days. I’m getting
too attached to these furry friends. People say things or emails
come across that get me to thinking and questioning my methods…
again. I want every dog here to have a wonderful, loving home
while they are here. Then I am pulled back by wondering if I am
doing them a disservice. They become so bonded, at home, confident,
that is it making the transition to their forever home that much
harder? Letting a non-house dog go is easier. They have not gotten
the ‘full time’ sense of belonging. Yet having any that are not
full time house dogs tears at my heart for them if they are here any
length of time. Tiya got a wonderful home and her bonding will be
easier because she was not at the house, but in the shop. Had a
conversation with a wonderful gentleman yesterday interested in
Chipi. She has been here over 3 years. She has been in the house 3
years. But she is with Bear most of the time. Why? Because she
can tolerate him and he is ok with her. Those dogs are rare; ones
who Bear will like. So if Chipi leaves… will she be confused? Do I
leave Bear alone or move Sweetness over there? Or Sahara? Chipi is
not real happy in her situation as ‘Bear’s friend’. She would get
so much more special attention in the right home. But she has been
here so long.
3/2/11: Heard from Misty's mom yesterday.
What a great decision I made! When the HS told her she could
not adopt, I still needed to make my own evaluation. Two sides
to every story, and I did get their side. I weighed both.
I'm not saying the HS was wrong, just that everyone has their own
views. I did NOT make a mistake. If being too emotional
about a dog is a bad thing, then I guess all of us who rescue are
2/28/11: Something is chirping. I
cannot believe it is a bird as it has been constant for 2 days and
nights, non-stop. It is not the attic vent. At least it
is not turning. The chirp is precisely timed. One every
half second. There has been several pauses in the past 2 days
since it began, but they are brief. There is a nest in the
crook of the gutter pipe. I left it from last summer.
This is just the wrong time of year for baby birds? I'm more
curious then annoyed, but it can get pretty nerve wracking when I'm
in the kitchen cooking or in the family room watching TV. I
didn't know birds chirped all night. Lord!!! Maybe its kin to
a Pyrenees... cross breeding of species!
2/27/11: Toast went to his new home today.
Mixed emotions. Lovely people but I’m not sure they were overjoyed
in taking his ‘bed’. It is such an important thing to him. It is
the bed he has always slept on since coming here. I made a new
cover for it today. Anyway, I hope he gets to use it. I know it’s
big and not like a fold up blanket, but it will make him feel more
secure until he adjusts.
|2/25/11: Two adoptions today. Out tomorrow to take photos of an ASD/Pyr needing a home. Adopters coming to meet Toast on Sunday. A momma Pyr and 6 pups in need. Considering. Got to re-contact on a male Pyr on death row in Sedalia, MO. Non-stop, but that is good.|
2/23/11 @ 12:45 a.m.: Loren is on the road
with Alexandra. I won’t be able to go back to sleep until he is
home. By then it will be time to feed and start the day. Tried to
get some sleep but it is like as soon as I go to bed, they decide to
patrol. With patrol comes barking. I’m sure they are ready to
‘call it a night’ for a few hours. Wish I could.
|2/22/11: Been trying to go page
by page updating this site. Some things are worth re-reading
and hopefully passing on. Here is one I posted several months
ago, but it needs repeated.
This gal works tirelessly for companion animal advocacy and has
alerted me to quite a few dogs I have been able to save and re-home.
Will be a busy day. Alexandra to get the chip in and then groomed. A long, early 'nap' for Loren as he is driving her to catch the transport. Will be leaving by 1:00 a.m. I will have my work cut out keeping the dogs quiet so he can sleep.
Amazing how many locals must read this! When I express a negative opinion, I sure hear about it. I guess I need to consider the possibility that Lindsy has matured into a responsible person. I still have a problem with lack of proper English. In a professional capacity, people should not be left to guess what one means. If I "fed the dogs" it means I placed a bowl of food in front of them allowing them to eat (or scooped it in my hand for them). It does not mean I bought the bag of food or scooped the food into the bowls. If they 'did the spay' by all logic, it means they actually preformed the surgery. So although I apologize for not considering Lindsy has changed, I do not apologize for freaking because I was told "she did the spay". Leaving out the words "assisted" or "was present for" gives a totally different meaning. I think I just addressed my annoyance with abbreviations and word substitution on 2/15. It goes for shortcuts of all kinds in communication, especially when understanding is important.
2/20/11: Yesterday was so busy, but a good
busy. Marilou came to visit with
Misha. She got Misha from
me 5 years ago. It was so great to see them both.
|2/17/11: Can't sleep. Yesterday was so
frustrating and my stomach is in knots. I can tolerate most
people. I 'get over it' and move on most of the time, but with
some it just takes longer then others. The epitome of
incompetency is working at the vets office I started using. I
got her fired about 3 years ago from the Humane Society and she got
herself fired from the pet shop. I don't know how many jobs
she has had in between but she better start looking again as her
days are numbered. After specific instructions both from me
and written right on the card, she threw away the serial numbers on
the microchip. Then the desk gal is no better. I said I
have to have the number. Without it, the chip does me no good.
They do not have a scanner so they can't even scan it to tell me
what it is. This means loading up the dog again and going back
to my current vet and get it scanned. I am furious. But
what is even more bothersome is when the desk gal said that "Lindsy
did the surgery"!!! Then she quickly back peddled and
said she was 'there' for the (spay) surgery. The flustered
look on her face told me she was lying the second time. Dog is
still there and I will be picking her up this morning. I was
scheduled to bring another in but I am just not getting warm
fuzzies. It is about $40 more for everything with my current
vet, which I just don't have. If the dead beats would
have given me something for the dogs they got from me, I would not
be in this mess. It really sucks when you have to blame
yourself because you trusted people. Like a drop of arsenic in
a glass of water, one drop takes gallons to dilute to safety.
Dead beats and cheats being the arsenic. My wonderful caring
friends and adopters being those gallons of water. 2:20 a.m.
Going to try to find space (and comfort) back in bed with Sissy,
Sweetness and Sherman. Comfort, I am guaranteed, but space may
be very difficult to come by.
Evening: Found a little place to wiggle in, but never could get comfortable. Seems I barely dozed back off and the choir began. Long day and dozed off at the computer more then once. Picked up Lady and Misty and took in Mackie. Cancelled Hara. Just could not chance Lindsy being near her. Nancy came and almost all the dogs got walked. I convinced her Sully would not eat her so he got a walk too. He even nuzzled up to her a few times. All in the human emotion. Lady spent most of the day in the family room with Loren. She finally ate. Then ate dinner a few hours later. She must be relaxing again. I spent the better part of the afternoon catching up on the dogs records and trying to get things ready for those that will be adopted this week. I have just not had time to be organized but have to be by tomorrow night. My counter space has runneth over. Anyway, good news for Hara and Hanna. Hara and possibly one of the other German Shepherds will go Saturday. Hanna will be here awhile while her new home (literally) closes escrow and gets moved into. Alexandra will be on transport to Denver on Wednesday morning at 3 AM!! Some interest in Mackie but have to see the ap. first. I might be back to normal soon.... but if I keep getting emails like this... (Luckily someone else is stepping forward) and like this (no one yet). And no one is saving this handsome guy who will die tomorrow......
|Email came across with this quote below as the signature. I love it and know more people come to this page then others, so wanted it to stand out.|
"My sunshine does not come from the skies,
it comes from the love in my dogs' eyes."
2/16/11: Long night. I did get some sleep,
but it was a challenge. I kept an eye on Alexandra. One time I
really freaked. She was so ‘dead to the world’ asleep, I literally
thought she was. I picked up her paw and it just dropped when I let
go. I picked up her head to listen for breathing. Could not feel
her breath on my face. It seemed like an eternity before she would
hold her eyes open or move a muscle. If it had not been for hearing
her tummy growl, I would have been calling emergency. I had tried
earlier to get her on the bed with me but she wouldn’t. Tried
again, but she was just dead weight, so I pulled a crib mattress
over and laid on the floor next to her. This is not the first time
I have been ready to send a dog off to a new home and they try to
commit suicideJ Lord,
this is exhausting!
2/15/11: Got a lot accomplished but still feel
like it was not enough. The day is not long enough, but more then
that, my energy runs out before it is half over.
2/12/11: Loren’s birthday today, but I’ll be
on the road in half an hour to pick up the 3 GSD and 1 ‘Lassie’. I
hope Petfinder takes my suggestion and adds Scotch Collie to their
search database. Do a ‘collie’ search and you get 6919 and most are
Border Collies or black and white dogs. They replied they would
consider it but are still focusing on getting the bugs out of their
new posting system. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” use to be the
saying until the internet came along. Now the key words are
“upgrade or be left in the dark ages”. I was fine with the dark
ages, thank you. According to my granddaughter (20 odd years ago) I
was so old, I lived with the dinosaurs. Interesting how a perfectly
good paragraph (or conversation) can go from dogs to databases to
dinosaurs all in 8 sentences. You’re counting, aren’t you?
|2/7/11: Every day there is a ‘list’.
Many days there are 3 or 4 lists. They come in emails from
different parts of the country; Missouri, Tennessee, Oklahoma, Texas
and as far away as Colorado and Wyoming. “These dogs are in danger
of being euthanized (or gassed or shot or what ever form of death
the counties see fit to use). “ And I go through the lists,
scrolling as quickly as I can without really looking at the dogs.
If I look at their photos, see the sad, pleading, scared faces
looking at me, I will have nightmares. So I just look for ‘big
white fluffy’ or ‘oversized stand up ears’. A sign of one breed or
another that I feel I can find a home for. I am not prejudice, but
if they stay forever, how many ‘adoptable’ dogs will die because I
am full? I wish I could take hounds. There are so many. Those
eyes just melt your heart. But there is too many. The black dogs,
particularly labs, are destined to die. There are just too many.
You could not ask for a more loving, loyal, appreciative and willing
to please dog then a black lab (I’ve had 6 in my life), but there
are just too many. Too many. Too many.
So tomorrow I am driving to Little Rock (3 ½ hours south one way) to pick up a ‘white fluffy’. I hope she will get along with Toast. I hope she will not tear up stuff in the shop. I hope she will not tear up the back seat of the car!! She has been starved. She had puppies recently. But she is social. And on Saturday I drive to Rolla (3 ½ hours north one way) and get 3 dogs with oversized stand up ears from St. Louis where they were otherwise going to die. I only planned on one, then ‘both’, only to learn there were 3. How do you say no to the third? The third is 4 years old. Age discrimination. She will be much harder to place then the 1 and 2 year olds. Like Parker and Toast, there is no interest. People don’t want to know they will be saying ‘good by’ in 5 or 6 or 7 years. For me, it is knowing I gave an old dog (and even 6 or 7 is not old in my book) some final happiness. There are no guarantees, just odds. And people go with the favorable odds.
The only thing I know for certain is that if there is a special place in the hereafter for rescuers of old dogs, I hope I get to go.
What do “I” need? Aside from the obvious, good adopters, I need people who are willing to come sit and pet and brush a dog for an hour or 2 a day. Give one special attention. Best of all would be someone who would come pick one up, take it home for a few hours and then bring it back. Or someone who works all day and does not feel like they could have a dog, to pick one up after work, take it home for the night and drop it off in the morning. Simple things to let the dogs know someone cares.
2/6/11: I made a pork roast with potatoes for
lunch today. Neither of us care for gravy so I let the pot set to
cool ad then put it in the fridge. When the meat drippings have
separated from the fat, I skim off the fat and add the drippings to
the dogs food as a treat. Well, I didn’t get a chance to get it to
the fridge. Alexandra is going to have a tummy ache. How she
managed to get it off the counter without me hearing it, I’ll never
know. It was when she was trying to carry the empty pot out the
door that I heard the strange noise and went to check.
2/3/11: Sherman has really come alive the past
few days. It was like a cyclone was blowing through the house last
night. Sherman would entice and then run. Sully would chase,
trying to catch his tail and Alexandra was leaping over him. Area
rugs were skidding across the floor, furniture was sliding against
the wall and the love seat was the springboard for the next ‘round’
of ‘catch me if you can’. Although it was a bit un-nerving, it was
also wonderful to see Sherman soooo happy! He was like a puppy
playing with 2 that already act like puppies.
2/2/11: With temps getting down into single
digits and predicted to be minus 1 tonight, I had to have a plan.
All went quite well last night. Everyone had warm shelter and heat
except Sherman. He is now in the house full time. That makes 11!!
16 total. What happened? How did I get from my “12 for the winter”
to 16 again? But I can handle it if they don’t fight over whose
goat I am.
1/30/11: last night just as I stepped into the tub, Alexandra appeared. I planned to relax in the water but that was cut short. Off went my sock! I could either climb out, slip into a robe and go after her or take my chances. I procrastinated too long. I might as well just stayed in the tub. I use to have 3 pair of thick socks. Now I have 2 ½ pair. We quickly got passed the 'honeymoon' stage. I'm going to have to move all my tea cup collection. Two days, two less cups. One less sock and almost lost a slipper and a shoe. She is definitely still a puppy. I drug up the giant crate from the basement at midnight and assembled it (it won't go through a doorway when put together), got her in it and then listened to the ruckus until 2:00 a.m. Gave up, put her in my room and closed the door. Figured worst she could do was eat the area rug or bed legs. She was content but the others were pissed being on the wrong side of the door to protect mommy. I will have to spend today working on a plan for tonight. Time to pay some attention to Sherman.
1/29/10: The month is slipping away. So have
the past few days. New dog Alexandra. Posted her on Thursday and
already 4 applications, 4 phone calls and 3 email enquires. I wish
all dogs would have this much interest. Komondors are just in
demand and so few get into rescue. Anyway, she has already enamored
herself to us but she is NOT staying. Eleven in the house is just
too many. Half a ton of dogs in the same room, we could all end up
crashing into the basement!
1/25/11: The carport is finally ‘ready for delivery’. Last week there
were ‘supplier’ problems for the company. Called yesterday and all
is back on track. Hopefully middle of next week. Two weeks over
due, but I’ve waited so long already. Just glad my grateful
adopters came through so the ‘dog house’ and the carport are a
reality. Still short for the second ‘dog house’ but maybe by fall
there will be enough (if I don’t let myself be screwed by those who
1/24/11: 4a.m.: I should be asleep. Dumb
computer ‘went off’. Didn’t realize the speakers were on and as it
was doing a backup, there was an error. The voice loudly announced
it every 15 seconds. Dogs went bonkers thinking it was something
outside. Some came back. Some didn’t. Then some left again.
Sweetness and Sissy have taken up the entire bed (God forbid should
I wake them and ask them to move). Sully just follows me around.
He and Goofy are afraid of Parker. I just don’t know what is going
on. Definitely a blood test today. This is so out of character for
Parker. He’s been here 16 months so any ‘adjustment period’ would
have been over a long time ago. He’s been a house dog almost the
entire time. Guess some of the older ones think it is just too
1/23/11: I could feel the tension for the past
few days. I was hoping it would run its course. Too many dogs in
the house and too many wanting to be boss. Zelda has really been a
grump. More so then usual. Guess it’s time for blood work again.
There has got to be something going on other then just deciding to
have a nasty disposition. She went after Sahara. This is not the
first time, but it was a little more then usual. Sahara just
cowers. That started the frenzy. Goofy went after Sully. Sully
just cowered. Sahara and Sully are not dog confrontational. I
grabbed Goofy and Zelda and Loren took Sully to the family room. I
got Zelda into the bedroom and then moved Sahara to safety with
Bear. I would have preferred to give Zelda a ‘time out’ but have no
where to put her. She would scratch up the bedroom door. I’m just
not sure what is going on that is different from a month ago when it
was more peaceful with this pack. Parker is causing trouble; that I
know. But he was not involved this time. Of course, I believe dogs
transmit mental messages to one another so he could have instigated
Goofy. Parker has become the gate keeper when it comes to Sully
coming inside. I have to get up and escort Sully in as he will not
come in on his own if Parker is in the kitchen. Anyway, obviously
this would not be a good time to see if Irene can integrate inside.
It has been a wish, but just can’t trust her not to seek out the
most vulnerable. Don’t need a riot.
1/20/11: 6:30 a.m. and only a sprinkling of
that 4” of predicted snow. A relief, but it is still early.
Sweetness goes in at 8 to have a cyst removed. Goofy goes in at 9
for a bath. Will be picking up Goofy around 11:30. Suppose to have
lunch with Linda, but she never called to confirm. Then Sweetness
should be ready about 3. Forgot about my sales tax form and it’s
due in the mail today. Can’t get online to see how to fill out the
form. It changed from last year and the instruction book is
useless. So is talking to a human (are tax people really human??)
I’m exhausted just thinking about my day.
1/18/11: Yesterday: Good news for Toast.
Called my previous vet out of retirement for a second opinion on
Toast. I remembered he had a scope that my current vet does not
have. We should be able to clear the ears up with medication.
1/16/11: 4:13 a.m. Who said 12 dogs and I
could relax? The barking was different. Something was definitely
in the yard. As I shuffled for my slippers, I caught a glimpse of
Parker carrying something out the door. Grabbed the big flashlight
and turned on all the yard lights. At least it was Parker that had
the “kill”. He was reluctant to drop it and of course, I had to
chase him down. He was not happy when I tossed it over the fence.
Never did find the head. Sure hope he didn’t hide it in the house…
1/15/11: Twelve dogs. It is so empty! Next
weekend there will be ten. Only Irene will be separated. So sad,
but she just will not leave the others alone. She will have either
the shop or the garage. Not decided. Garage is easiest, but shop
is more room and I will be sewing dog mattress covers so will be
spending time with her.
1/14/11: It has been a really long day. It
has also been a roller coaster ride. Hate that ‘falling feeling’
when it goes racing down. But on the best high note of all, Toast
is going to a ‘special needs’ sanctuary specializing in the medical
needs of old dogs. Toast will have the best of surgery to relieve
the infections that plague his ears. Then he will go to a family
who will keep him forever.
1/13/11: This will be the hardest night. Abby
is back from being spayed so she is in the garage with Thor with a
heater on. Hope they do not play to hard but I have no other
choice. Boomer is crated in the family room. Sully got nasty to
Parker so he is in the yard behind the house. Hate that he is not
inside, but the friction between them is growing and I’m too tired
to deal with it tonight. Anyway, with his thick coat, the carport,
tarps on the fence and igloos, he will do fine. It will only be
down to 20 tonight. Was down to 1 degree last night. Irene is in
the shop. I put her there early so I am killing some time tonight
to let her out to potty about 10 p.m. and then I can get some sleep
as she will be able to ‘hold it’ until 6:00. Same with Boomer.
Would have left Boomer out of the crate until I go to bed but she
had already drug 2 blankets out the door in the short time I watched
a TV program. I hate making Luann take her back, but she is into so
much that she needs watched all the time. Dragging out blankets
into the dirt and leaves, dumping all the water, inside and out,
chewing on the dogs mattresses. Otherwise she is a really sweet,
loveable dog. She loves to play with the big guys and they put up
with her. Today she was harassing Zelda, who is not one to want to
play. Next thing I saw, Boomer was on her back, legs in the air and
Zelda was just looking at her. I think they had some communication
and Boomer was letting Zelda know she “got it”.
1/11/11: 10:55p.m. I was sleeping so good.
All the dogs tucked away in warm places. Irene in the shop (new
‘dog house’ needs a heater), Thor and Abby in the garage with a
heater and Boomer crated in the family room. Tiya and Toast in
their usual shop room. Everyone else WAS in the house… until the
smoke detector went off. Freaks everyone out. Loren and I are up
sniffing and searching. I’m outside checking the roof line.
Checking the oven and stove and all the heating units. Must be a
battery going dead. Climbing on a chair getting them all down and
batteries out. I swear we just replaced them all about a month ago
when one ‘went off’. Must have missed one. Anyway, then have to
convince the dogs it is safe to come back inside. Decided to give
Boomer a potty walk. She went, but took awhile. We should be good
until morning. Irene will just have to ‘hold it’. Seven degrees
outside. Two pair of sweat pants. Two sweat shirts and a heavy
terry bath robe. Fuzzy slippers. Still got cold.
1/10/11: Snow! At least the weather was not
as cold as it was yesterday. The ice on the water was easy to
break. But so much to do this week and I feel ‘stuck’. I need to
get Sully out into public. I need to get Irene in the house more.
Thor could work fine inside, but since he is leaving this coming
weekend, no sense to test it and have him hurt again. His limp is
lessening each day.
|1/7/10: Evening: What a day. Thor
sprained his knee 2 days ago from playing with Boomer. I thought he
just had a stone bruise, but was limping worse this morning. That
was $152.93! It never ends. I had to move Thor to the garage yard
and now Boomer is alone and will turn into destructo, bark all night
dog. She has separation anxiety and I have no one to put with her.
Irene or Tiya would eat her. Toast needs to be inside where it is
warm. Sully has settled down after his “time out” the other night
when he bared teeth at me so I don’t want him to think he is being
punished for something he did not do by moving him.
Toast had a bath. He smells really nice. He was sure eager to get out of there and back home. He is such a sweet boy. Really getting attached to me. Ugh!
Neither Sully or Irene are going anywhere this weekend. We both determined neither would be a suitable match. Really great guy and would have been a great home for the right dog. Actually almost any dog but the 2 I have.
I did get a call back from a trainer with major credentials, but after serious contemplation, I just do not agree. When he said if his kid back talked him, he’d get a back hand across the mouth, that did it. He considers dogs, just dogs. Not a friend. Not a companion that a human would compromise with. It’s ‘my way or you’re history’. Reminds me of a Baptist Preacher when I was growing up. The yelling fire and brimstone from the pulpit. It’s Gods’ way (which was HIS interpretation) or burn in hell. Blind obedience by some ignoramious that probably did go to hell. I want my dogs to love and respect me and do what I want because they want to please me, not because they are scared of me. So anyway, I will continue ‘time out’ if I need to. I have no intentions of back handing a 135 pound dog who could out fight me any moment of the day if he so chose..
1/06/10: What a morning. Another speeder
along the road as we were walking the last of the dogs. Nancy
yelled at her to slow down. She hit the brakes and backed up and
went off on us. After some heated exchange I walked away. She was
really over the edge with insults of things she knew nothing about.
“You retire and get dogs because your family will have nothing to do
with you” and that sort of childish dialog. A few minutes later she
was at my door. The dogs always go ballistic. I opened it just far
enough to say “I have nothing more to say”. and closed the door.
She rang the bell several times and then just set in the driveway.
I finally called the sheriff’s dept. While I was on the phone,
Loren went out to tell her to go away. She handed him a note. It
was an apology. By the time he came inside, she had left. I don’t
know who she is (only a first name) but I am going to try to find
out. Loren said she was sobbing. We certainly all have our bad
days and we all speed. Sometimes people just collide.
|1/5/10: Leo is at his new home
tonight. I missed that he was never part of the house pack,
but now he will have someone of his very own and he won't even have
to share him. Just the 2 of them.
It has been decided that the 2 little dogs are not going to accept Tiya. Everyone is saddened.
I approved a family for Thor. they will be fixing an area of fence this weekend and then picking him up the following weekend. He is going to be pretty lonely for the next 10 days without Leo to keep him company. I may try Boomer again. Now that she is adjusted a little, maybe she will not bear her teeth.
Gentleman is coming Saturday morning to meet Sully and Irene. Sure wish I had that Crystal Ball. I will know more tomorrow when I take Sully into the groomers. His attitude really has me worried. I did email a trainer, but I know I would be looking at hundreds if not thousands of dollars to assure he will get over this territorial aggression. He does not scare me, but he does everyone else (except Luann) and rightfully so. I don't want him getting worse. I don't want any disasters. I love him (and he loves me), but unsure what to do. Keeping him is not a choice I want to make.
I did reach the gal who will let me have the carport at cost. She is looking for my canceled order from a few months ago and then re-activate it. I expected to hear from her by now. I will call tomorrow. I really need to get it before another big rain.
Parker's eye is getting red and now goopy again. I think maybe it's the wrong medication. It was only red. With the meds, it's goopy. I also need to call about doing Toasts ears. I am not sure my vet has the equipment. If not, I will see if the vet of his sponsor does. He has a little towards the bills donated. I suspect it will easily be $300. I have every medication imaginable, so that will help. Otherwise, Toast is looking and acting great. He has followed Tiya's lead and waits for his walk to poop. He is getting pretty good on leash. They are both so silly when I start their walk. They start to wrestle with each other, tangling up the leads. I will be glad when I have one of the big yards available so they can really race around and have fun. Somebody else needs gone before that can happen.
And lastly, Boomer. We have come to a compromise. I let her run with the house pack from breakfast until dinner time and she does not tear anything up. She is a sweet dog, for a lab. Just too hyper (and insecure) for my time right now. Cold weather is not conducive to outside chores.
1/02/10: Yesterday was a big disappointment for
me and Tiya and the people who have been so diligently working on
getting ready to adopt her. Their Papillon and JRT both came
yesterday to meet and greet. The Papillon had already met Tiya and
all went fairly well. Well, adding the JRT into the mix gave the
Papillon courage and this 'I am King" attitude. This 8 pound dog
went after Tiya, biting and growling. Tiya subdued it without being
aggressive, but of course it scared the heck out of the people.
Tiya was just acting like a mother dog disciplining her unruly
child. I'm going to call them today and see if they will let me
pick up the dogs, one at a time and see how things go without them
present. I think the people were already in an anxious state and
that translated to their small dogs that they too should be nervous
and unsure. I felt so bad for the daughter. She was so devastated
that it was not working and she had bonded so much with Tiya that
she was crying so hard, she had to get out of the drivers seat and
have her mom drive. They are such good people; I want to give it
every possible chance while being sure no dogs are in danger.
|January 1, 2011: Happy New Year.
Boomer arrived. Dog sitting for Luann. Enjoyed her visit. Yesterdays downpour was brief and the temps were not cold but I got drenched. I didn't know it was going to be just a giant water balloon bursting in the sky. When it started, I was getting ready for Boomer. Getting clean blankets, a crate in the garage (Luann said she likes a crate) and shuffling dogs. If I had known it was going to stop in 5 minutes, I would have waited. I literally had to wring my sweatshirt out.
Boomer is sweet but not going to be compatible with any pack. Will be too much work for winter. She will be back in about 10 days. Hopefully I can find Boomer a good home before then as Luann cannot keep her the way she travels so much. I can't either.
Did an accounting of donations so far and costs of the dog house. I forgot about several hundred dollars I had to put on the business CC in order to not pay tax. (some confusion about sales tax with some merchants). We do have a lot of building stuff left over, like nails and screws and a few boards and odds and ends but not significant amounts to have enough money for all that is still needed for the 2nd dog house. It is a choice between the carport or still waiting for more donations for the second dog house, then the carport. I'm ordering the carport. I have tried for several months to get a used one but not going to happen. Need the carport more, then hopefully I'll still get enough to get the second dog house. Figured downsizing even more but get too small and they won't share the space.
Quite a few applicants for Thor. Still working on one. Easy to find great people. Hard to find a good 'match'. He is young and has a high energy level so an active family is a must.
Ladies are visiting Tiya again today. Introduced the Papillon Wednesday and will bring the JRT today for a meet and greet. Hope all goes well and they will take Tiya home for the weekend. It is a slow process and the ladies are great and dedicated. Last week Parker really schmoozed them. He is hard to resist until the 'slime' flies. But I don't mind. Elnor and I will be cleaning walls next week. Wish someone wanted Irene and Leo.