24.6.10

Three Hot Days!!

Six weeks ago this coming Monday the ladies came to live with us. Of course I'm talking about our chickens Ally, Josey and Sheila. ANy of you that actually read my babble will know there were originally 4 girls. We still never found that missing chick.
Anyhow, this week it's been in the 90's and JR (my grandson) and I decided we would build a Chicken Coop, Hen House and Nesting Box up in the back yard. Those poor little ladies have been living in a large dog crate for over a month now and it's time they got their legs stretched.
Day one (Tues) we had the frame finished. I literally lost 5 lbs this afternoon. It all washed down hill.
JR and I couldn't drink enough water to stay hydrated.
Day two (wed) we got all the chicken wire in place. That was it for my fingers. I have more holes in my hands now than I care to.
Finally, Day three (Thurs) we got the chicken house and the nesting box built.
Our goal was to have the hens in the chicken yard by the 1st day of summer. Three days late ain't so bad.
I told JR we had to wait for Doc, so that he could be a part of it. That poor kid was beside himself impatient. Then when I told him we had to finish dinner first... that nearly caused him a shutdown!! LOL!!!
The girls made it!! They immediately strutted off in search of bugs and goodies. I'll lock them in their house tonight and release them in the morning. Once they get the hang of sleeping inside, I won't have to shut the hen house door each night.
Meanwhile, back in the air-conditioned house.......
Roux, Moses, Echo, Nemo, Emma, Ping and Muffin.
Left to right/back to front.
Dash DOES NOT lay with all the little dogs. He was on his own bed and not in the photo.
Ping May go to her new family this friday and Muffin the same. We'll see, I reckon!!
I had to add this special note to my week......
Two years ago we also had JR staying with us.... and I recorded a conversation I had with him one of those mornings.
The June 2008 post titles "Sometimes I think I'm not"
Well, today was the 2 yr anniversary of that conversation.
For the past three days I've been keeping track of some of his current sayings and comments so that I could add them to this post.
Here they are...
There was this time that me and doc walked to the train I mean to the bridge where the train goes sort of like beside the path that the troll lives on There was a train that had like 13 trains I mean cars Not real cars but train cars and it was loud like the one that’s going by right now. What time is docs train again? I know you told me not to ask again, but I forgot. --------------------------------------------------------------
Gramps, may I go take a bath or something. No. we have to go clean up the tools in the back yard .
Can I take that thing like a bath after we’re done? You mean a shower? Yeah, but you told me not to say that word again or I could never take another one here EVER. JR.. I was kidding, but you had asked me like 10 times and it was getting tiresome. ---------------------------------------------------------
Gramps I’ll be right back… my butt is leaking poop… I think. --------------------------------------------------------
Hey Doc, I mean Pop Pop, I mean Daddy.. I mean Gramps LOL I forgot who I was workin with. -------------------------------------------------------
Gramps, I love you, because you gave me Food. ------------------------------------------------------
Hey Gramps !!!!Splash!!!! Did that water I just threw on you feel good?? LOL It sure is hot out here!
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That was My week so far.

Tomorrow we're painting the hen house. Something tells me to crate up the chickens while we do this, but I'm going to leave them out. I just know I'll have black n Red hens by the end of the day!! This coming weekend we're taking all 8 dogs camping with us... YAY!! Cathy, JR and Bobby are coming with us... at least I'll have someone else to help catch the pups when they get loose.

Update on the camping thing. We're only going for the day... No Dogs!!! YAY!! I get a break!! We were invited to a retirement/graduation party at a new rescue farm way down in VA. The invite included Camping and we thought what the hell... it's a rescue farm... why not take all the rescues. Now we're just going for the party part and coming home late. My idea of camping DOES NOT involve setting up a tent in 90+degree heat and then having to sleep in it without AC. I'll make the 90minute drive home and sleep in my dry and cool home. on my comfortable bed. That's the upside of being 46 with common sense.

22.6.10

Karma

OK... So this past friday, I was on my way home after going to the grocery store and meeting Bev from Oldies but Goodies Cocker Rescue in order to pick up Nemo, when I was accosted by Fat Cow number one at the HF Daycare Center. Driving down the hill I see this cow strapping her genetic discharge into the cattle car. She turns around to look directly at my Jeep and starts lumbering slowly toward the road not taking her eyes off me. I figure she either thinks I'm food or she thinks she knows me, so I slow down even more than the posted 25 mph speed limit. Right as I reach this crazy ass bovine, she steps in front of me and yells, "Slow Down"!! Now she must have a radar gun built into her fat ass, because that's all I saw when I first spotted her, was ass. I slammed on the brakes, backed up and furiously yelled that she better NEVER step in front of me EVER again. Well that's when she started yelling how I was speeding, because obviously this particular breed of WV cow has this ability. Next thing ya know there's some asshole taping at my window telling me to move... I promptly told him to go "violate" himself and closed the window. Then the rest of the herd arrived, all 10 or so, (I'm guessing someone left a gate open) and proceeded to strut about saying stupid things like, "We Gots Witnesses". To WHAT I asked... me trying to find out why someone deliberately stepped in front of my Jeep? "You was speedin", "We All Seen It". Now my blood was boiling. For ten years I've lived in this town. For ten years, numerous complaints have been made about being yelled at by Daycare Heifers and the spawn they care for. I had reached my tolerance level. That's when I yelled, "I am tired of you Fat Fucking Bitches thinking you can control traffic on a public street". You would have thought I turned a nest of bees loose on them..... LOL They started yelling and threatening me and saying, "They was callin' the Police"! I informed them I was already on the phone with them and would have this kind of harassment stopped, if it meant sending all of them to California. The police didn't answer... of course. It was already after 4:30 on a 3 day weekend. So, I RACED away from the riled herd and as soon as I got home made my call to another police number. The kind officer called me back asap and of course told me there was nothing he could do which was the same thing he told them. He did inform them that enforcing what they thought was a speeding violation, was NOT their job. We all know, obesity/bratty kids/high temps and PMS are a recipe for most cows to claim High Bitch Status and that day the air was ripe with estrogen. I'll make my official complaint to the Mayor and the Town Council. We can't have some minimum wage bovine misrepresenting the town by yelling at visitors and residents from within their corral, and if they insist on trying to step onto the street, we will need to install cattle grates. So all of this leads to my ultimate frustration of living in a world dominated by women. Well not really dominated, but definitely overly influenced. It would be different if the level of drama was less than half of what it is. I work for rescues run and operated by women who can't get along. Women who feel the need to back stab and exercise their imaginary authority. Rescue who appoint female dictators who are rude... especially to men. I'm tired.... I'm really tired of women. I have no use for women in general. There are a select few who actually are fun to know, but overall..... most of them could go back to Venus... really. I believe my frustration with rescue work is due to women. Hell, the dogs could crap in the house every day and I wouldn't be so irritated. So ultimately, until I can either start or find a dog rescue owned and operated by MEN, that only deals WITH Men, I may have to stop what I'm doing. Time to find homes for the ones I have and take a rest..... on an all male island. Ladies.... don't take this personal. I didn't mention any names. Most of my contacts on a daily basis are with women I've never physically met, yet they still possess the ability to confuse professional with bitchy. I think I've just reached my limit. If this post, on MY blog, where I vent my own feelings has struck a nerve with you, then remember this, "Karma's only a Bitch, when YOU are!" PS. Don't try and redirect my anger. Don't tell me that women are better at dog rescue, because we ALL know the deep seated self worth issues that lie there. Of course it's not always women who cause this feeling of rage inside me, but unfortunately for me... I'm not blessed with dealing with men in this line of work. Well at least any that aren't whipped. Just take a deep breath and know that after I've had my "rest" (may take a few years) I'll be back to the everyday acceptance and high tolerance of what annoys me the most...... Self Importance.

21.6.10

Is there an Echo in here?

Yesterday started like any other around here. I got up and before I got my first taste of coffee I had walked 6 dogs, cleaned the chicken pen, cleaned the litter box and fed all 6 dogs, the cat and her kittens and the 3 ladies. Well this is where the day went horribly wrong. While I was drinking my coffee and watching the humidity level rise by 3 degree increments, I looked over and saw Dash stretched out on the floor and panting heavily. Poor fella, he HAD to be so hot already with that heavy fur coat. We brush him at least once a week if not more, but his thick undercoat was relentless and never seemed to stop growing. That's when it hit me that Dash too, could be groomed. It wasn't as if he needed all that fur to begin with. For the most part he lives in a climate controlled environment. Yes... I was going to shear Dash. Who would have thought he was white under all that fur!!! OMG!! Steve says he now looks like he's wearing long underwear. All I know is there was a crap load of fur on the patio that I had to clean up and Dash is cooler. I gave him a really good bath afterwards, so now, he not only doesn't shed while walking, but he also smells good. While I was doing this , Steve was finishing a window frame in the stairwell. We have TWO windows left and we're done with all 15. YAY!!! I'll get the glazing on this one done today and then painted and back in. A slow slow process, but all the windows look so good and they all work!!! At 10am we left for Marlo Heights where we were to Meet with our daughter Cathy so we could pick up our grandson JR who will be staying the week with us. Had lunch at Taco Hell, said our goodbyes and headed off to the GW Masonic Memorial in Alexandria, VA. I had never been to the memorial. Steve had once, but it was many years ago. OK... It was like 94 degrees outside... we got there to discover the parking lot FULL and the place swarming with 100 5 yr old Ballerinas and their snooty northern va families, all of which were carrying flowers. ACCCCCKKKKK!!!!! Even JR was afraid and he likes girls!! Fortunately none of them were in the part of the building that required a real reason to be there. We walked about for an hour and discovered wwe had missed the 1:30 tour and didn't want to wait for the 3pm tour, so we took pics and left. Oh wait... I forgot to tell you the reason we went. Steve's grandfather, Herbert Sherry was a mason as his his dad. Well, his grandfather has his name on a plaque inside the building. Truthfully, I thought it would be larger than 5 mil by 10 centimeters. There's still a dispute as to whether or not the pilgrimage there was worth it. Steve wanted to wait for the 3pm tour, but I promised him we would go back and sometime in the next year, not the next ten.
JR was playing around at the entrance. I guess that's old town behind him. Alexandria has always been a place I either drove through or avoided all together, so I don't know it that well.
On our way home, we had a small detour. A lady on Craigslist was giving away ALL her dogs because of some impending divorce. Yeah right lady... blame your failures on your husband, that's how it's been done historically and although most of the world knows the truth, we men would rather agree than have to keep listening.
Anyhow, I went to meet and pick up the hairless crested that she advertised as a Lhasa/crested mix.
2.5 yr old Echo. Not spayed, no shots and OMF'nG.... she had fleas.
A Hairless Dog with fleas. No wonder she didn't invite me in but came outside with the dog.
I fear her home is full of dogs and filthy.
I got her to fill out the release form and told her I would also take the 7yr old Mini Schnauzer.
So she went back in and came out with Muffin.
She told me she had recently clipped Muffin, because she needed grooming, but that she really didn't know how to groom, so THIS is what she looks like.
ABSOLUTELY covered with fleas. I bathed her immediately after getting home. UGH!!
Poor girlie, she had flea farms on her belly.
I got them both clean and bathed and medicated for fleas n ticks.
I also groomed Miss Echo!!
In the middle of all this, I received a phone call from a guy who adopted Kip, one of Maggies pups. Apparently a yr and a half later, he's decided that he can't spend anymore money on therapy and training for the dog. Kip has been diagnosed as some sort of serious anxiety case by some "leading" dog trainer. WHATEVER!!
He informed me that if he couldn't find a suitable home for Kip he would have to put him down.
I asked him to give me a week to reduce my numbers here and I would take him. If he truly is a lost cause, then I will put him down, since I was here when he entered this world.
I get Kip next monday. Wish me LOTS of luck!!
Last night was a little tiresome, because JR decided he wanted to sleep in the basement with us, which meant pumping up his inflatable sleeping bag (took forever) and arranging him a spot on the floor that wouldn't have a dog on it when I brought them down.
Finally I decided that only Dash Roux and Moses would go down. The remaining 5 dogs would sleep in the Dining/Dog room overnight.
Around 1am it was decided for me that I would sleep on the sofa, because that's where I fell after walking some nervous doggies who woke me up. 5:30 am.... I release the 5 little hounds outside. I went back downstairs, turned off the alarm that hadn't yet sounded, brought Dash, Roux n Moses back upstairs after a quick morning walk and then all the doggies back in for breakfast.
6:30 am Woke Steve up, fixed his breakfast, got him out the door to work by 7am.
Now all has fallen peaceful yet again.
Eight wonderful doggies all resting quietly around my feet. Well, all but Moses who won't dare allow another dog to touch his highness.
Here's one side of the room with
Emma, Echo, Dash n Moses
Here's the other side of the room with
Moses, Roux, Nemo, Ping and Muffin.
It's going on 8am. Time to take all the doggies back outside and get started on my day.
I've got a window to finish and then JR and I are gonna start building the chicken coop up in the back yard.
It'll be nice to finally have them there instead of the back patio.
I love my chickens, but I could do without the chicken poop smell wafting in the house.
Not sure if I've posted this pic already, but here it is again.
The kittens are three weeks old now and I saw one of them use the litter box yesterday... YAY!!
Such beautiful little furballs. They Love human hands... I made sure of that!
I hope I can find good homes for them all.
Have a wonderful day everyone.... I know I will!!!

19.6.10

RIP Old Friend

I lost an old friend this morning.
Like all good friends, he was there for me on those really bad days, but even more on those days where I was just normal with nothing exciting happening. That's the test of true friendship I reckon. When someone likes you even when you're boring.
Unfortunately I just can't say the same for myself and it was just a matter of time before he became tedious and started getting on my nerves.
Always hanging around saying stupid mundane crap that made no sense,
and SOOOOO Moody... OMG!!
His taste in music was mostly horrible, like he was living in the past or something.
So, when it got to the point I just couldn't stand him any longer.......
I killed him.
It took me nearly two hours to do it.
Drank almost a whole pot of coffee and took two bathroom breaks before I finished, but he's dead now.
RIP Facebook. I have to say, I won't be missing you and all your shit.

14.6.10

Call me Crazy

My madness is best explained as self induced. To keep myself from going completely crazy, I've instituted this kind of chaos that keeps me so busy and spinning, I literally have no time to lose my mind.
Nemo left yesterday. I was going to be sad to see him go, but then when the rescue lady that took him misunderstood my foster intentions and told me he would be back to me as early as Mon evening, I just stood there and said nothing.
Whats one more dog, right? Besides, Nemo is the sweetest little guy and more important than that... House trained!! We've had a really good streak lately with super sweet dogs.
Dozer, JJ, Yogi, Duke, Jake... all incredibly awesome dogs, well the challenge has arrived.
Call me crazy, but we took in a new girlie on Sat. Miss Georgia. Not keeping the name... we call her Ping for now (the imaginary sound that her sonar-like ears make).
Just 11lbs of spitfire and a terrific fly catcher!!
Ping is your typical little dog with little dog issues and attitude.
She's food aggressive, and likes to bite humans.
Day three update..... I can do just about anything I want with Miss Ping. She's quickly turning out to be a sweet little girl. Every approach gets me tail wags and licks.
She likes the rough play and that may be how she learned to nip.
She's spent the whole morning so far, playing with Moses and Emma.
Ate her breakfast with my fingers in the bowl and only licked me... no biting.
I still need to work on her skills with strangers though... still a bit snappy there!!
I'll figure this little girl out in time. For now, I'll just hug her up and tell her I love her..... after she's done catching flies in the kitchen!!
Time to go feed the chickens and get started on finishing the stairwell window. Gonna be a hot one today and I don't plan on being out there when it feels like 110.

8.6.10

My Not-So-Glamorous Life

June 9th. Steve returns today form Cambridge, UK. He's only been gone since Sat, so this trip wasn't so bad. It's the trips to Japan that always take him for too long. We head two good weather days here in the Ferry while he was gone. One was wasted with me in some sort of funk and unable to walk through the house without running into things. Not quite sure what was out of whack, but dizzy couldn't begin to describe it. It's stopped for the most part... as long as I don't stand up too fast. It definitely kept me off the ladder though. Good News...June 3rd, the Tres Amigos got adopted. Three wonderful sisters adopted three wonderful little boys. Sometimes I think these adoptions are just too good to be true. First JJ, then Dozer, then Yogi, then Jake, then, Duke and now the Amigos. Marty or (NKA Brody) is coming back today, so that he can make it to his appt to be neutered. Responsible pet owners DO THAT!! Also on the 3rd, Nemo arrived. Poor Nemo is a purebred Cocker Spaniel and was dumped at the shelter by his idiots. Nemo will be 10 yrs old on the 9th of July. He's also Epileptic and is prone to severe seizures. The worst part is, Nemo is completely blind in one eye and 75% blind in the other. Other than being and old blind dog with seizures.... he's house trained!!! YAY!! Now If I could just teach him how to find the door! Good news update for Nemo. he was accepted into Cocker Rescue and will be going to his new foster in a few days. Yay Nemo!! June 4th I had my Home Visit from Crested Guardians. This is a Chinese Crested Rescue that emailed asking if I would join them. I filled out their on-line form, they called my references, they did my phone interview, and now someones coming to decide if I'm qualified to foster one of their dogs. I'm starting to not like this. I judge myself quite enough, I don't need some stranger doing the same thing in my own home. It's for the dogs.... It's for the dogs.... It's for the dogs... I keep repeating this over and over in my head. Well, the interview went great. I met a really nice lady, fellow dog rescuer and I'm positive... new friend. I also became the new foster parent for Chemo. That's right... Chemo. Her story is this.. Chemo's elderly humans adopted her as a puppy. Chemo's mommy had cancer and wanted a dog that had no hair like her. Chemo's mom died, sadly and she was left with her Dad. He lovingly raised Chemo until he also was taken by cancer. The adult children of the deceased couple decided it would be best to have Chemo euthanized. Fortunately a grandchild came along who couldn't let this happen. She stole Chemo and put her into foster care. That's how she ended up with me. In the first few hours of her stay here... I gave her a total make-over.... and new name. Meet Emma, the beautiful 10 yr old Chinese Crested Hairless.
The kittens opened their eyes today as well. I've been watching them very closely the past few days... mostly because one of them is sick. I've been supplementing the usual feedings with some formula, but it's just not helping one of them.
The little fella, 2nd from the right is not gaining. I know nature has a plan for all creatures, but I really hate seeing it none-the-less.
June 7th, the little guy died. I found him still, but still alive. He barely filled the palm of my hand.
Another angel went to Rainbows Bridge today.
Ill bury this little boy out front in the new planter. I've already designed him a headstone.
Got a call late last night from our neighbor and contractor. He had attempted to live trap a groundhog that's been eating his garden and had inadvertently caught the largest and meanest ferrel cat I'd ever seen.
This fella was missing an eye, part of his ear, a couple toes and had patches of fur missing all over his body from fighting. There was only one thing to do with this guy.
I had him dropped off at my home so I could take him tot he shelter and have his put down.
I fancied for a brief moment that I could calm and rehabilitate this guy and then he went crazy in the trap and almost got my whole arm. I've trapped other cats before who let me take them out of the cage. This guy would have none of that. He was done on this earth.
I really hate being burdened with these decisions. I guess someone has to do it though. I gave him some really great cat food for his last meal and he promptly crapped in the back of my Jeep. WHEN am I gonna get this Karma payed back???
Off to Rainbows Bridge Big Man. Play nice when you get there and remember the people and the situation that caused your heartache wasn't your fault.
My friend Maryanna came along with me on my errands today and after our shelter visit we headed to Goodwill. I love thrift stores and our plan was to hit several... ending up at the Op Shop in Charles Town. I stopped at the animal hospital, switched from A4TA to Crested Guardians. Now CG can get reduced vet care for any dogs I foster for them.
Picked up the records for Nemo and made Emmas appt.
We drove to the feed store to get chicken feed and off to our final destination, only to discover it cosed for the day. Ugh!!
One last goodwill and we were done. Back home after a somewhat relaxing day of shopping and laughing combined with a little tragedy and heartache.
Like I said earlier, Steve's been in The UK this week and returns home today.
His absolute joy these past few weeks has been our new copper gutters. He just sits out on the front porch and admires them. Well, our research has shown us that it takes YEARS to get that old world green patina that we're hoping for. There's also the slight chance that they'll turn black.
So, while he was out of town, I cheated and turned the gutters green.
An old contractors trick was to have the workers urinate on the copper.
The chemicals in the urine react with the copper and BAMM!!! Green Copper Gutters.
The hardest part and to some of you the grossest part was hanging off the 40ft ladder under the spray of urine. Yes, I took many showers that day...... Literally!
Just think how happy Steve will be now, to have his patina'd copper gutters!!!
I can't wait to see his smile when he sees them!!!
What seemed like a nasty task for me.... well,
It's all in a days work I reckon!!

31.5.10

Happy Bonus's

May, what an incredible month it has been.
For me it started out as any other month.... gettin puppies!!
On the 3rd I took in, from the Humane Society, 9 malnourished
Lab mix pups, only 5 - 6 weeks old.
My job was to fatten them up and get them socialized for adoption.
Well, I guess I should first tell you how I got these pups.
I saw this guy.... Yoshi.
He was sittin in kennel #1. When I walked through the door he just turned and stared up at me with those big brown eyes begging me to take him. Unfortunately, there was already a hold on him. Some rescue had been called and were taking him that afternoon.
I walked past him knowing he was already spoken for but couldn't get my mind off him.
That's when I came upon the litter of skinny pups that had been dropped off during the night. Oh my heart broke. Pups this small and this weak would surely die in the shelter. Parvo could wipe them out in 3 days time.... not to mention they were being fed hard food and could barely eat it.
What did I need 9 puppies for... I had too much work to do finishing the house.... I couldn't take on pups right now.
Then I walked back to that Yorkie. His eyes just bore right into my heart and I KNEW... I just KNEW I had the perfect home for him.
I went to the front desk and struck the deal.
I would take all 9 pups. Fatten and socialize them... get them ready for adoption and return them healthy and Happy, IF I could have the Yorkie.
They made the phone call to the rescue... told a little white lie and I was off with 9 sick puppies and what I would soon find out was a VERY Fast Yorkie.
The Litter Noir, I called them, because there really was no way I would ever tell them apart, especially only having them two weeks.
I started them right away on a high protein diet and lots of it. Extra vitamins and colostrum and some delicious milk formula. They took to my kind of feeding schedule like I was the new mama, which I was. 9 sweet little babies soon became MY little babies and I would sit and hold and coddle them every chance I got.
Three days after the pups arrived, I ended up bringing Griz home (Grizelda).
She was about to taken to be put down by her owner and she was pregnant.
Now, I'm pretty positive or at least would like to think there's no vet out there that would euthanize a perfectly healthy and SUPER SWEET Pregnant cat. The bottom line here was the owner didn't want her and if she were to end up having kittens in a shelter... well that's just the wrong environment for kittens to be born into.
So now she would be living here with me until she and her unborn kittens were old enough and healthy enough to be adopted.
May 9th 2010. My Great Niece Aiyana Katori Lyhn Davis was baptized, by Me, on the shores of the St Marys River. It was a gorgeous day.... blue sky, calm water and lots of supportive family.
This was my first Baptism and I do believe we did Mother Gaia proud.
Along with the Baptism was the transfer of Yoshi (Now Yogi) to my sister Carol and her husband Craig. They recently suffered the loss of their beautiful little Casey (also a Yorkie) and were the sole reason I had 9 poopy puppies at my house. I knew Yogi wasn't Casey, but I knew he was alone in this world and so were they. Put aside the fact that Yogi is perhaps the fastest Yorkie on earth.... as Steve put it..."He's like Toto on steroids". He only escaped once while he was here, but it took 9 neighbors and eventually our jeep to catch him. Super Dog, especially when he's flying past you at some kind of warp factor.
Anyhow, he belongs to them now and I think it's gonna work out ok!!
Sometimes the days blur into one-another, but I remember the day I got Duke. May 11th... it had been raining all morning and was just plain miserable outside. One of those days where you just want comfort food and a big chair to curl up in. Well, I had e-mailed an ad on Craigslist a few days earlier about a 9 month old Yorkie/Beagle mix. Guess who called this dreary morning.
I listened to the same old story I've heard a 100 times.... and told him I could come right then... what was his address. 35 minutes later I pulled up in front of what had to be a crack house with it's boarded up windows and trashed yard. I knocked at the front door... all sorts of dogs started barking inside, then I heard the back door slam. Stepped around the house and was greeted with a surly.... "You here for the dog"?
He told me to wait (In the Rain) and he went back in to get the pup... slamming the door behind him. He brought Duke out, put him down and he immediately curled up in that telltale cowering position that said, Don't beat me, Please. I asked 2 question. His age and which part of Yorkie/Beagle was the father. I scooped him up in my arms and carried him home.
Most people immediately call him Benji, but he answers to Duke and he's a sweet boy. Once he figured out that living here with us meant he wasn't going to be hit or kicked, but hugged and loved, the most awesome personality burst forth. It wasn't long before he reached that oh so jealous stage and just couldn't bear to see me pet another dog without him sitting in my lap.
No aggression at all.... just puppy kisses and we still haven't heard him bark.
Just one week and 3 days into their stay, The Litter Noir were fat and happy puppies.
I made the call to the shelter and they were ready for them.
Nine adorable, chunky little babies, who came to me skin and bones, would now go to be adopted.
Six of them went the very same day I dropped them off. The last three went the next morning.
They'll all be fixed and hopefully when they're bigger and no longer "cute puppies" their owners will still want them and not find some lame ass excuse to dump them. (I really hate people)
Finally a weekend came that allowed us some time to do some work on the house.
The roofers had finished repainting and Bart, our most awesome contractor/restoration specialist would be coming to finish the Copper gutters on Mon. This meant I needed to get the planter at least started out front so we would know how far to take the downspouts off the porch. We had attended Allegra's garden party at Alden Farms Nursery a few weeks before, and bought this awesome stone sculpture. It was going to be our new Dog Bowl out front. It catches water from our dehumidifier and from the earth behind our home.
The dogs love it!!
Monday the 17th arrived with new additions to our chaos. Four Australorps (Australian Black Hens). We're going to raise them for eggs and of course the company!! :-)
Unfortunately, their 2nd night here... one of them disappeared. We still to this day haven't found a single feather. No idea what happened to the little chick. So, we settled for the three that fate would allow us, and we're watching them grow and at the same time learn to trust us.
May 20th, Jake arrived. I got a call the day before from a lady I rescued a dog from last year.
Well she thought it was wise to get her kids another dog, only to discover they were still too immature (along with her) to commit to taking care of a dog. I agreed... obviously, and met her to take ownership of her failed attempt to teach herself and her kids responsibility.
I guess she wasn't so bad, she did have him neutered and he was current on his shots, but giving him up was not teaching her kids a lesson. If she had given him to me with their cell phones and the TV... now THAT would be a lesson.
I begged her to NEVER get another dog and wished her luck with her kids.
I took Jake and Duke to Briggs Adoption Center to see if they might be interested in either dog.
Well, they were interested in both, but needed me to hang onto them until they could make the room ...... No Problem!!
May 22nd, I found a baby grackle out front on the street. He must've fallen from the nest, because he was way too young to be on his own. I put him in a carrier and proceeded to start his daytime feedings every 15 minutes. Have you ever done this... OMG. 15 minutes can go by so fast and little birds can eat SO much food. I still know that often, when birds fall from nests, it's the natural selection process doing it's thing, but I still wanted to try and save this baby.
We named him Heckle, because if he lived, that's what I was gonna train him to do... Heckle the tourons!!
We're all aware that foster work has it's good and bad. As hard as we try to save as many as we can... just as many, if not more, are lost every day. My great sadness this month, came to me on the 24th.
Our neighbor and friend, Barbara passed away. After years and years of pain and surgery after surgery, her frail weakened body gave in. We've lived next door to the Thompsons only 10 short years. This was their 2nd home, so we didn't see them often, but when they were here, I made sure to call and welcome them home. I miss Barbara. I miss her every day. She loved our cats and she loved the puppies and well... I'm pretty sure she loved us too. The last time we saw her and Rick was this past thanksgiving. They were here that week and we had no company, so we called and asked what they were doing for dinner. Barbara thought they might go find a restaurant that was open.
HA.... Steve and I arrived with a 23 lb Turkey and all the side dishes. We even had homemade cranberry sauce. It was so nice spending the evening with them... laughing and talking.
Barbara was so weak, even then, that as soon as dinner was over we had to pack up and let her get to bed. I made a HUGE plate of leftovers for them and we returned home. Barbara called the next day just to say thank you again for such a wonderful night. She said her and Rick had never been treated so nicely and that we had been their 1st Thanksgiving in that house.
There are so many memories we've made in 10 years and all of them wonderful.
A few years ago, I planted two kinds of roses at the top our our steps. This is where our two properties meet.
Barbara loved to see and smell the roses when Rick would walk her out. She would always stop at our garden gate and greet all the different puppies we've had.
I really am gonna miss her.
This Rose bloomed for you Barbara, the day after your pain stopped.
Chaos never stops... it ebbs and it flows.
Beau arrived for the week and joined our menagerie. We're just puppy sittin this one for Jon n Steph while they're vacationing. Beau's an old fella and will pretty much play couch potato this week. To my surprise however, he had different plans and got in some serious puppy play time with the two 9 month olds and Roux. It's funny how even old dogs can't resist puppy play.
Here we have Jake n Moses out front.
Duke Dash Roux n Beau in the back.
May 24th, The Tres Amigos arrived. I stopped at the shelter like I knew I shouldn't have. Five unaltered male Chihuahuas had been surrendered from a hoarding situation. Supposedly there were 9 more coming.... those 9 were female and most likely pregnant. Two of the males were so aggressive I just couldn't agree to take them. Sadly they would be put down. The three I did take were terrified, but not aggressive and would respond to socializing. Now my doggie total is 9. I'm maxed out for adult dogs at this point. Dusty, Marty and Ned have never been on a leash. It took nearly two hours to coach them to walk 10 ft on a leash. Now, just a few days later... they're experts at it and coming around great. They spent yesterday afternoon on the street level, front porch. Steve and I were down there working on windows, so I hooked their leashes to the step, laid them out a cushion and they were perfect. No yapping.. a little growling, but lots of terrific socializing with all the interesting tourons that stopped to chat. I think they'll be fine.
May 27, Duke was accepted at The Briggs Animal Adoption Center. This place is like a resort for dogs. They get socialized, the get vetted and any potential new family gets thoroughly investigated. Duke has won the doggy lottery. Two weeks and 2 days with us and he's gone to get ready for his forever family. Good luck Duke!!
May 28th, Heckle passed away. I knew from his awkward falling and stumbling that he was probably sick, but I tried. It's still sad even though I know how nature works.
Once it touches my hand... it's touched my heart... and it hurts when it leaves me, no matter how it goes.
Grief can remain with us for unbearable lengths of time and other times the gods know our pain is too great, so they give us what I call "Bonus Happy's". We'll hear a story or be part of something that's soul rewarding... that's a Bonus Happy.
Missing Barbara had filled every minute in-between puppies and chores and sleep.
That's when it happened. Mama Griz called out to me from her bed. It was time!!
Here came my Bonus Happy!!
Five beautiful little babies all in just over two hours.
How I wish I could have shared this with Barbara.... then I realised I probably already was. I knew it for sure when I felt the calm peacefulness that descended when Griz fell asleep with her 5 new babies nursing quietly. I just laid there beside them and watched. Thank You Barbara for making sure they were all healthy.
What an exciting day!! I just couldn't get enough of these beautiful little babies. Now to find good homes for them all... ugh!
Later this same day... the phone rang... Low and behold I was getting a return call from a possible adopter for Jake. Sometime around 9 pm, Ryan showed up.
I met him out front with Jake. When Ryan stepped from his car, I was totally expecting Jake to bark at him like he has every person he's met.... NO... Jake runs right for him and starts covering him with puppy kisses. WTH!!! Was this a sign or what!! We talked for awhile and Jake was crazy for this guy. I already knew how Jake was with kids (Loves 'Em), so I knew this guys 6yr old little girl was gonna be in heaven, and Jake as well.
We exchanged all the proper paperwork and they left. I returned to a house that was growing quieter by the puppy..... err minute!
Sunday the 30th, Memorial Day weekend, Jon n Steph returned for Beau and to see the kittens.
They brought us some awesome veggies from the farmers market which we've been devouring.
Now we were back to just our 3 dogs and of course the Tres Amigos, but they're so small it's truly like not having them.
We'll continue working on the two windows out front this afternoon and we'll take the dogs down with us again for more socializing.
This was May.... I can't wait to see what June is gonna bring us and of course I'm always on the lookout for my next Bonus Happy!!
I wish you all a Brilliant Bonus Happy as well!!