For the life of me I don’t understand why anyone would pass up on a scratch and dent critter. Seems it’s only a matter of time before a beast missing or needing to be missing a body part or 3 will turn up on Run A Muck Ranch’s door step. If and when that happens, you can be rest assured a fun life will be guaranteed!
Never underestimate the value of scratch and dent critters!
I happened to have an early work day today, and decided to come home and veg out on the couch while watching TV. We have Netflix, and highlighted on the menu was a Netflix original movie, Virunga. The description was of a documentary depicting the life of rangers in the Virunga Park, Congo, with an emphasis on the protection of mountain gorillas. Who doesn’t love gorillas, right?
You have to watch it. You have to sit through every second of it. If you don’t have Netflix, sign up for the free month, watch the movie, then cancel your subscription. It’s worth it. Trust me.
Virunga isn’t a story of a group of rangers trying to protect a park and it’s mountain gorillas. It’s a story of what we, the citizens of the world, have allowed to happen, over and over, due to our apathy.
SOCO is a UK problem – and I implore any UK followers to join any call to action against this greedy corporation.
For the US followers: Walmart, the Koch brothers, pretty much any politician, and the list goes on – your well being isn’t even on their radar. It’s all about money and power. As long as you are good sheep and do what you’re told, getting all excited about the possibility of saving pennies, they’re very happy making billions.
Stop being sheep. Be aware of how the top earners make their money and what sacrifices others have to make in order for that to happen.
So there we were, out for Sunday Family Desert Walk, at the waterhole, when suddenly and without warning, something emerged from the muck.
It ran to and fro for a while.
We tried to be silent and still so as not to be seen by the evil spawn from the depths, but it saw us anyway, charging at us in a most menacing manner.
Mortimer was flummoxed by the sight. Afraid to approach, yet equally afraid to flee.
Terrified though we were, we decided to stay near the waterhole for the safety of the other dogs who accompanied us. Eventually the wild THING that emerged from the muck calmed down enough for us to realize it was just Emmi.
Words of wisdom from The Crazy Dog Lady: Beware Wet Emmis wherever they may be found.
It wasn’t fair that Pablo didn’t get to out on Sunday Family Desert Walks. Shy of fitting him with 50 pound weights, we weren’t sure how to slow him down in the wilderness, and if he got away from us, he would be gone for good.
We eventually relented, tightening his collar, putting him on a long line and clipping the line to my person. The clip is a safeguard, insuring Pablo is safely attached to me in the event I become incapacitated for any reason.
Though Pablo does enjoy the walks, actually, they’re more like sled dog training sessions for the amount he pulls, sometimes he gets a little frustrated and, for lack of a better word, explodes.
I wish I had the video recorder for this morning’s episode, but all I had was the still camera. It was enough to get the pre-explosion, however :)
With Crabby sleeping on the floor more often due to his back (wouldn’t want him to get it checked out would we?), Willy has decided Crabby’s side of the people bed belongs to him now. No more waiting for his turn in the rotation – Willy believes his rightful place is next to me, on the people bed, every night. On those “Good Back” nights when Crabby does sleep in the people bed, Willy is horrified when forced to make other sleeping arrangements.
There’s a problem with this, however: Willy has decided spooning is a requirement. Not a bad thing if it’s a human who showers. Not so pleasant when its a dog who doesn’t. At bedtime, Willy squashes himself against me, and until I roll over into the proper spoon position, with my arm around him, he will snort, sneeze, shimmy, flop, look over his shoulder at me, and sometimes even growls. I tell you what, to have your dog threaten you if you don’t spoon him… it’s an experience!
Most of the time I accommodate, but sometimes Willy smells, well, like a dog, and I really don’t want him under my nose. In those instances, I roll over, my back to Willy, in the hopes he’ll just move over to his side of the bed. Nope. If I don’t spoon Willy, and Willy wants to spoon, he spoons me. We’re talking flip over, move the back legs out of the way to get maximum contact, left arm draping over me, head on my neck.
Given the current sleeping circumstances, Willy necessarily gets more baths than any of the other dogs – every 2 weeks, at least. For those who don’t know Willy, bathing is not on his list of acceptable activities. Each bath is followed by either pouting, anger directed at my person or other such behaviors intended to let me know just what a lousy person I am.
Here is the photo shoot post-bath today:
Usually Willy goes somewhere outside the house traffic lanes to mourn his treatment. Today, however, he stayed pretty public. And it wasn’t that he just stayed in view, he stayed in view, in his “I’m mad at you” posture, for quite a while. It gave me several photo ops – 126 pictures over the course of 28 minutes, with 3 walk aways on my part, before Willy realized I wasn’t going to apologize. At that point, he gave up and went to sleep.
No worries readers, Willy never goes to bed mad at me.
As an aside… Do you not find it at least a little justified that Willy’s take on our relationship is starting to creep me out? I mean, I realize he’s a dog in physical form only, but the inside, including the brain, is a human male, but still… it’s getting more than a little weird.
Geminis are a mix of the yin and the yang, they are represented perfectly by the Twins. The Gemini-born can easily see both sides of an issue, a wonderfully practical quality. Less practical is the fact that you're not sure which Twin will show up half the time. Geminis may not know who's showing up either, which can prompt others to consider them fickle and restless.