Once again it's -1F (I've been reading a lot of Canadian Dog Sledding Blogs lately - those folks have -57C - which as Scott is telling me is A LOT colder than -57F) so to get the dogs out to play and do "stuff" is going to require layers and layers for me - rrrrrrrrr. But the sun is shining so that in itself gives the day some redeeming value.
Te'a and Chance both had Niagra episodes in the house - one at each door which means I have to take both (oversized) rugs to the laundromat to wash them. Oh Joy - it's Saturday. Just try to get one of those giaganto, $5.00 a load washers today - riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
(I warned you to not read today's blog - too late to turn back now)
We also had an incident of what Fluffy Dog's In-house Dog Behaviorist, Bridget Davies, calls Resource Guarding. It did not end well. I'll spare you the details but just say that Chance wound up in his crate while I attended Mocha and Te'a. T was fine - Mo had a puncture wound on her ear. My winter jacket has white stripes on the sleeves - did you know that Hydrogen Peroxide takes blood out AND makes dogs vomit (if poured down their gullet) - talk about something you NEED to have around the house.
I had a long talk with Bridget last night and she gave me some tips on how to proceed with this. As I write, Chance and Mocha are laying in here with me, not the best of buds but not at odds either. Although both are probably a little tired from their walk this morning. Mocha and Te'a always get to run thru the fields while poor Chance because of his heartworms has to stay on lead. Sorry folks this little Fluffy doggie needs to run. We dropped the leash and let him tear around in the ankle deep windswept snow, with his three socks on (he lost the first one half-way down the driveway). He was in Heaven - not to be confused with Rainbow Bridge, mind you. He was running and smiling and wrestling with Te'a 'til he took off down the street with the handle of the retracto leash in his jaws. Um...do ya wanna come back here with that? Please?...Chance?
I whined to Scott the other day that I wished that these foster dogs would stay in the yard better and not run off every chance they got. Then I thought about it and realized that we probably wouldn't have them if they didn't run off every chance they got. Ah, c'est la vie, hmm?
As I was reading my favorite dog sledding blog the today - gonna do that too some day - dog sledding - the author directed me to another really good dog sled blog, which I in turn went to. I started reading some of the posts and came across one that had some artistic pictures of dead dogs lightly buried in the windswept arctic snow. I don't care who you are, whether you foster or not, that kind of stuff just gets you. I read the comments and it turns out that the owner of these nine dogs had died and whoever was left to take care of the estate just figured nobody wanted them. I wish I could run my heart thru the new diswasher and erase those images.
So dear readers you can see why I am rather at odds today with posting.
I do have one more little tidbit that I'm asking you to help out with. It's just a little thing but would mean so much. My friend Judy's brother-in-law has cancer. It had been in remission and now, it's...well...out of remission. He's got some other really sh*&y stuff going on too in the whole health department. If you're a praying person, please say a little prayer, or even a big prayer for this family. God already knows that they need it.
So before I have you in tears, although perhaps some of you are already there, I am going to wrap this up and go to the local chain garden store and pick up some marsh hay so that my Fluffy Dog can poop on it outside and not in my son's bedroom, again.
And just-in-case there are one or two new readers today (and even for my usual readers), I'm going to send along a little fun. Because, well, that's what I like. My great-aunt (on my mother's side, which is to say she is my grandmother's sister-in-law but both my mother and grandmother are gone and my mom's anniversary is coming up, as is the one year anniversary of my first "married" dog's passing - they died a day apart....) (sorry, got a little off track there), my great aunt sent me this video. All I can say is "Holy Cow". It's really cool and it's a shorty. So without further adieu...Dolphins.
Hey, thanks for reading today. Come back again. They aren't all like this.
1 comment:
Thanks! Love ya,
Judy
~who's amazed that at least Chance knows he has to stay on his leash! ;-p
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