Only At Run A Muck Ranch

I told you a while back about Kodi, the visiting heeler.



Not ours, not keeping him!  Just watching him while his mom gets on her feet.

A couple weeks back, Kodi’s leg was swollen.  He had an abscess, we believe due to an encounter with cholla cactus gone bad.

Someone is not pleased over having to wear an e-collar.  If he would have left his leg alone, he wouldn’t have needed it!

Less than 24 hours after finishing his antibiotic for the leg abscess, another, more serious one, opened up in his chest.  The vet said the cavity was 5 to 6 inches deep.  The opening of the abscess was enlarged to promote draining, which may continue for a couple weeks.  Treatment is yet another course of antibiotics and 3 times a day warm compresses.

I give you Kodi today, a week after his surgery:

Still wearing the e-collar, but with the addition of  one of Sarah’s bras to hold a maxi-pad in place.  Mock all you want, but it works!

It never ends at Run A Muck Ranch.


Hell Has Frozen Over

Look who decided to permit me to take a picture without giving you, the viewer, the impression we hang him by his toenails for fun.

Shouldn’t Pablo’s level of cuteness be illegal?

Pictures don’t always tell the truth.  What you see here is a freakishly adorable, completely innocent looking creature.

Make no mistake!  You’re actually looking at Satan’s Cheeewawa!  But we wouldn’t have him any other way.  Innocent and sweet isn’t as fun.

I really need to buckle down and write Pablo’s bio for you.  It’s been almost 2 years already.

217 Days

Vito had a seizure last night at 10:14 pm.

There was evidence on the office floor that he had one, maybe 2 more while we were at work today.

At 5:31 pm this evening, he had another one.  Crabby had to handle Vito alone during that particular seizure while I got the other dogs out of the way.

Crabby still tears up when it happens.

Vito, post 5:30 seizure.  He just looks like his head hurts 😦

Vito’s last seizure was on June 8, 2015.  217 days ago.   Yes, that’s good news.  No it doesn’t make it any easier.

Poor Vito 😦

Mom and Dad would gladly have the seizure for you if we could Big Guy.




I’ve been rained out of work pretty much since Monday.  All I have to show for the week is 3 completed properties and the start of a very nasty head cold.

I have absolutely nothing to do except eat, watch TV and give extra attention to the kids.

Apparently I’ve spent way too much time on activity #3 because at this point, some of the dogs WANT to be outside in the rain.   Those who don’t choose Satan’s Tears over Mom’s Attention have burrowed themselves into the furthest recesses of any pocket or hidey hole they can find and are remaining freakishly quiet.


If you come near me again Mom I’m gonna BITE you!
If I stay very very still, maybe she won’t see me.



Franky and  DASH! are hiding under the bed, so I can’t get a photo.

Morty, Willy, Emmi, Kodi (visiting dog), Marcy, Gertie, Angus and Gracie chose the downpour over sitting with me.  Best I can figure they are huddled in the farthest reaches of a horse stall, out of view from the back door.  I’ve called them a few times, and each time a nose pokes around the stall door, but that same nose also disappears moments later.  That it has been a different nose each time tells me more than 1 are hiding in that particular stall.

Kodi’s presence in the horse stall is more peer pressure than attention avoidance.  Every time I’ve called the kids, Kodi has come running out, stops, and when no one follows him, goes back to the horse stall. If  it wasn’t so muddy a path to get to him I would escort him inside to keep me company!

That leaves us with Pablo.  He may be out in the open, but when I tried to cuddle up to him, he snarled me away.


DO NOT test me Mom!

As I’ve been shuffling about the house, vacuming and laundering away a few of the mud layers, depressed that after all I’ve done for these Nimwits none will step up to keep me amused in my time of need, I had an epiphany:

Every single dog who calls Run A Muck Ranch home, despite their background, is confident and comfortable.  They don’t need constant human interaction to feel self worth.  Every time they jump in my lap, ask for a hug, or invite me to play, it’s a choice and not a need for comfort or to please, and in the end, they choose me with no ulterior motives.  They also don’t feel the need to suck up, knowing that their current avoidance in no way influences our relationship over all.

So I sit here on now my 3rd day of rain induced inactivity, during what has been the longest continuous time at home ever experienced by me (or The Horde) being totally ignored.  (I could even close the bathroom door if I remembered how to do it!).   And with all this going on, only one thought comes to mind:

We did good by these Nimwits!

That said, I look forward to the rain stopping so I can go back to work so the kids will go back to irritating me.

January 3, 2016 – It FINALLY Happened!

Marcy gave her Dad a hug. 

So shocked were we over this event that Crabby was afraid to move lest he scare Marcy off.  It was only by dumb luck I was in position with the camera on.


Eventually, she sort of snuggles in.  Notice Crabby hasn’t moved his head and his hands are pretty much where they were when the hug started.  Like I said, he was afraid to move!

It only took 3 years.

This event is almost as special as the first time Emmi peed off property several months after she moved in.  Yup, we got a picture of that too!



It’s Not What You Think

OK, so this is Kodi


He’s going to be staying with us for a while.  Possibly until April.

Now, before you start cooing over how once again Crazy and Crabby have stepped up to help a dog in distress, I’m going to tell you right out:  This is a paying gig.

Short story:  Mom found herself in a situation.  Mom had to board Kodi.  The place where Kodi was being boarded turned out to be not so good.  Mom had a friend reach out to see if other (home) boarding arrangements could be made.  Word got to Crazy.  Crazy could use a little extra cash right now.  Crazy talked to Crabby.  Crabby said OK .  Crazy contacted friend, friend contacted Mom, and now you know the rest of the story.

Crabby was fine up to and including the meet and greet, but once Kodi moved in….

We can’t do free anymore.  Every time we do it ends up costing us more than we bargained for – and I’m not talking about the dog, it’s usually the people.  People who get free expect a lot more than paying people do, and it never ends well.

We don’t do paid anymore either – we have 14 dogs for heavens sake!

Given the above, we are mystified as to why we allowed Kodi to slip through.  Actually, we’re thinking Fate hasn’t messed with our minds lately so it must have gotten bored.  It appears it put us in this situation to keep Kodi happy and safe until Mom gets on her feet.

Y’all know that any dog who makes his or her way through the gates of Run A Muck Ranch has no worries, and that is what we can give Mom for her money.

Mom is still very much in the picture and will be taking Kodi on family outings on her days off.  Today was the first such visit, and Mom arrived to find a happy Kodi, together with his leash and his packed lunch, ready to take on his adventure.  What can I say, we aim to please!

For Kodi’s part, though it was a bumpy first day, he woke up this morning deciding he was OK with the situation.

Already staking his claim.  Fortunately, he hasn’t eyeballed the people bed yet.

You’ll probably be seeing more of Kodi over the next few months, but just know, he’s a Special Guest and not a permanent resident of Run A Muck Ranch.   I’m positive that even as a Special Guest, he will have stories to share.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, Crabby needs another box of tissue for his uncontrollable sobbing.