Now that Mom and Nanny finally let us go outside, the whelping box will never seem the same!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
The Great Outdoors...at Last!
Now that Mom and Nanny finally let us go outside, the whelping box will never seem the same!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Canadian Earthdog Senior Leg
Kona earned a Senior leg in Canada today. He didn't need to have a Junior title first which seems to be a bit of a glitch in the Canada rules. Of course, Greg was all over that. We didn't know it when we registered, but somehow, Greg learned of it, so Kona ran 2 Junior runs yesterday and one Senior run. 2 Senior runs today. Only 1 Q for all of that. Apparently there is something about the Master level dogs going back and working without a hunt that makes it difficult for them to do what they need to do to qualify.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
It never ends
Harry Potter faced the evil lord, Voldemort, at least six times during the greatest book series of my generation. Tally has been dubbed with Harry Potter's nickname, as The Dog Who Lived. If we count the entire ten months of sickness as only one brush with death, tonight is no. 2, and Tally has four more to go before she knocks the scythe out of the Grim Reaper's hand and gets to enjoy living to a peaceful old age.
Nothing makes one want to get rid of every horse on the property, every horse on the planet, more than watching the Best Dog Ever fly six feet across a driveway after being kicked by an evil little pony.
I was torn between going to the dog and beating the hell out of the horse, but the dog won. I dropped the pony's lead rope and ran after the dog. Even with only a one-second head start, by the time I got around the end of the truck, she was gone from sight.
I found her hiding behind the woodpile, shaking all over. I just sat and held her in my lap, and wondered, after the entire last year, if now is the day she'll die in my arms. Minutes later, she and I both realized she wasn't actively dying, and I started checking her out. Head is clear- eyes, ears, mouth, no blood. Neck is attached. Ribcage feels solid but she starts shaking again as I try to count intact ribs. She's tense when I palpate her abdomen, but what dog likes to be squeezed around the middle? When I touch her spine above her flank (kidneys, liver, spleen, gallbladder....) she cries and twists.
If I had anything more than "she got kicked, I don't know exactly where, now she's sore," we'd be at the vet. But what do you tell the vet when you're just worried? "I want you to look all over this dog's insides, because I love her and can't imagine life without her."
She's sleeping on my bed now. She squeeked a squeeky for a while this evening and drank some water. I'm going to take her out to potty in a few, and sleep with her tucked into my arm all night.
And people wonder why my hair is going gray.
Nothing makes one want to get rid of every horse on the property, every horse on the planet, more than watching the Best Dog Ever fly six feet across a driveway after being kicked by an evil little pony.
I was torn between going to the dog and beating the hell out of the horse, but the dog won. I dropped the pony's lead rope and ran after the dog. Even with only a one-second head start, by the time I got around the end of the truck, she was gone from sight.
I found her hiding behind the woodpile, shaking all over. I just sat and held her in my lap, and wondered, after the entire last year, if now is the day she'll die in my arms. Minutes later, she and I both realized she wasn't actively dying, and I started checking her out. Head is clear- eyes, ears, mouth, no blood. Neck is attached. Ribcage feels solid but she starts shaking again as I try to count intact ribs. She's tense when I palpate her abdomen, but what dog likes to be squeezed around the middle? When I touch her spine above her flank (kidneys, liver, spleen, gallbladder....) she cries and twists.
If I had anything more than "she got kicked, I don't know exactly where, now she's sore," we'd be at the vet. But what do you tell the vet when you're just worried? "I want you to look all over this dog's insides, because I love her and can't imagine life without her."
She's sleeping on my bed now. She squeeked a squeeky for a while this evening and drank some water. I'm going to take her out to potty in a few, and sleep with her tucked into my arm all night.
And people wonder why my hair is going gray.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Another Big Brother!
Jimmy had an introduction to his siblings.
Unfortunately only 2 of the photos would upload.
The quilt has arrived
The wonderful quilt that Barb made for us has arrived in its new home. Charmaine was exuberant in her praise of the workmanship. Of course! We are appreciative of the support and encouragement.
Monday, June 2, 2008
My friend Sheila
Hello Friends. I need to write this evening, bare with me. Today started out with Holly getting her dream job. As of June 16 she will be a Research Analyst 2 with the State of Oregon Department of Human Services in the Mental Health divsion. It is perfect for her, math and perhaps having an impact on helping the homeless with mental challenges. The job is in Salem and she and DJ will soon be moving down there, we both yearn for our own home but I'll miss them. So will the dogs. She and Oz have bonded much better than Happy and her ever will.. he is a bit stubborn and quite a Mommies boy. Today I contacted the Dog Parks biggest bennefactor. Although I knew they would be at our fundraiser Aug 2 I hadn't talked to them yet and there is always a little doubt until I actually talk to Scott and Polly and get a verbal confirmation. YAHOO! They will be there cuz, they say, they have too much fun to miss it. Another high point was a $50k parts order at work.. adding to our already high month of June. Life is good!!
We had a dog park fund-raiser meeting tonight @ 7. Lauree, me Savant and Paul were there. We waited for Sheila, she didn't show or call... very odd for her but perhaps she had something else to do and forgot. No worries. We joked about her little electric car, she and I sitting in the front seat created some interesting groping while trying to attach the seat belts. The car is smaller than small but her pride and joy. We all silently watched for her to drive up because seeing her brings smiles to our faces. Her smile and cheeriness lights up an entire room, her joyful voice sings with life. When she came her first volunteer meeting last year we were all pretty burnt out and needing a change. She was the medicin we needed, she brought us back to enthusiasm. As we sat this evening and discussed our upcoming event Lauree's cell phone rang... hummm, name and number unknown.. While normally Lauree won't answer unknown callers she was curious, thinking maybe Sheila was calling to say she would be late. Paul, Savant and I knew something was wrong, the look on Lauree's face was undescribable. The caller was Dan, Sheila's husband. Dan called to tell us that his wife, his young bride and love of his life had suddenly passed away Sunday Morning.
Honestly, I've known Sheila only a little more than a year. I don't know her birthday or even how old she is, I would guess early 30's. I know her hubby Dan but not sure I would know him in a crowd. What I do know is this feels like loosing someone I should have known long ago and grew to love even more than I do now. Sheila was sole proprietor or Buried Bones Bakery, maker of one of the few doggie treats Happy likes. She was the dog parks shining star, she worked her heart out helping secure vendors and raffle items for our fund raiser the last couple years. Above all, she was an incredible person; Loving, understanding, kind, passionate, fun-loving. My heart goes out to her other friends and all her family. They knew her as I never will and I am so sad that she is gone. I hope she knew how I cared for her.
Please God, take care of our Sheila. I know she is up there playing with Jeremy, her beloved greyhound she lost not too long ago.
We had a dog park fund-raiser meeting tonight @ 7. Lauree, me Savant and Paul were there. We waited for Sheila, she didn't show or call... very odd for her but perhaps she had something else to do and forgot. No worries. We joked about her little electric car, she and I sitting in the front seat created some interesting groping while trying to attach the seat belts. The car is smaller than small but her pride and joy. We all silently watched for her to drive up because seeing her brings smiles to our faces. Her smile and cheeriness lights up an entire room, her joyful voice sings with life. When she came her first volunteer meeting last year we were all pretty burnt out and needing a change. She was the medicin we needed, she brought us back to enthusiasm. As we sat this evening and discussed our upcoming event Lauree's cell phone rang... hummm, name and number unknown.. While normally Lauree won't answer unknown callers she was curious, thinking maybe Sheila was calling to say she would be late. Paul, Savant and I knew something was wrong, the look on Lauree's face was undescribable. The caller was Dan, Sheila's husband. Dan called to tell us that his wife, his young bride and love of his life had suddenly passed away Sunday Morning.
Honestly, I've known Sheila only a little more than a year. I don't know her birthday or even how old she is, I would guess early 30's. I know her hubby Dan but not sure I would know him in a crowd. What I do know is this feels like loosing someone I should have known long ago and grew to love even more than I do now. Sheila was sole proprietor or Buried Bones Bakery, maker of one of the few doggie treats Happy likes. She was the dog parks shining star, she worked her heart out helping secure vendors and raffle items for our fund raiser the last couple years. Above all, she was an incredible person; Loving, understanding, kind, passionate, fun-loving. My heart goes out to her other friends and all her family. They knew her as I never will and I am so sad that she is gone. I hope she knew how I cared for her.
Please God, take care of our Sheila. I know she is up there playing with Jeremy, her beloved greyhound she lost not too long ago.
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