Anyone who’s had the honor of sharing their lives with a member of the pit bull tribe will agree; you can take away a pitty’s eyes, ears, legs, relatively non-essential organs and/or any other body part, and the dog can still live a happy life. But take away the couch and a pit bull has no reason to live.
Our Sarah is no different. Long are the hours she spends snuggled up to the north arm of her Beloved.
Run A Muck Ranch recently euthanized it’s ancient couch and replaced it with a new one. Sarah didn’t spend long grieving the loss of her old Love, and seemed quite excited to bond with a newer version. But there was a problem: The new couch had all its stuffing, making it higher than the old one. Sarah couldn’t get on it by herself.
With her new Beloved so near and yet so far, all Sarah could do was stand there, staring at it, crying until Crabby or I picked her up and put her on her preferred north arm. The knowledge that once she got off, she could not get back on unless assistance was close at hand made Sarah reluctant to part with her Beloved under any circumstances. It didn’t help that those extra few inches in height were enough that Sarah lost control on the dismount and went crashing to the floor.
We considered dog stairs, but determined they would not be strong enough to handle Sarah’s weight and instability. I looked at horse mounting blocks, but thought they were too narrow and too easy for Sarah to fall off of. We considered building a ramp but in the end decided it would have all the negatives of both dog stairs and mounting blocks, so that idea was discarded as well.
Crabby put on his thinking cap, and came up with this:
Crabby showed Sarah how to use it once and she became an immediate expert.
Extreme kudos goes out to Crabby for building not just ‘a’ Sarah Booster, but the PERFECT Sarah Booster!
An innocent creature in need presented himself in our driveway this evening and I’m ashamed to say Crabby strongly refused to offer refuge to this latest wayward soul.
The unseasonably warm weather is confusing the snakes. The temperatures are keeping them awake, but it isn’t warm enough for them to move around at peak snake speed, making them easy pickings for predators and heartless humans. Additionally, if the weather does decide to turn cold, the snakes above ground will die. This little guy was very slow, probably on the gravel trying to get warm.
My original intent, given 1 very cold night could kill him, was to see if we had a ‘habitat’ to put him in, inside the house, where he could be safe from the elements, at least until it was safe to release him – sometime in the spring.
But Crabby is mean, and locked the gates of Run A Muck Ranch against the critter (and me, lest I try to smuggle the little guy in the house).
In the end, I moved the little snake to a shrub that I hoped would provide at least some comfort in his time of need.
After a thorough frisking to insure I wasn’t smuggling in anything slithery, Crabby allowed me back in the house.
Bummer is, the little snake looked like a Larry to me. As you know, I really want a Larry.
Without getting into too many details, Gertie was at the vet today for GI issues. A physical was done and x-rays taken.
The vet threw out the “C” word as a potential diagnoses and recommended an ultrasound.
Given Gertie’s age and physical condition, she is not a very good candidate for invasive abdominal surgery, the treatment if a tumor exists, be it benign or malignant.
This news leaves us with only one option:
Today Gertie got her promise that Run A Muck Ranch is her forever home.
Our mission is to keep Gertie happy and comfortable for as long as she’ll let us.
We are very blessed that the stars aligned to bring Gertie to us.
PS: There were some, shall we say, ‘things’ about Gertie discovered in today’s visit that have my mind spinning right now. I dared not voice my thoughts out loud to the vet lest I get the “eye roll”. Cross fingers that this ‘irrational’ hunch pans out and that Gertie will not only be better, but thrive. I may be wrong, but there’s always hope, right?
Poor Willy. Gertie has been picking on him lately. Despite what Willy thinks of himself, he’s a bit of a pansy. Getting put down by Gertie, an old lady no less, has really taken a bite out of Willy’s Muttly Man Card.
To add insult to injury, to hurry his fall shed along, I gave him a bath today.
After his bath, Willy ignored me. Actually, he went into the office by himself to pout.
He stayed in the office, alone, and wouldn’t come out. Not even for people dinner. I checked on him several times, and even tried to get him to come out to the living room to sit with me on the couch. But he wouldn’t even look at me.
I had to resort to drastic measures to bring Willy out of his funk, and to hopefully get him to forgive me for a) not sending Gertie to the pound like he asked, and b) giving him a bath.
When Willy was done with his bone, he said it was OK to go home.
I love all the dogs the same, honestly I do. But there’s something about Willy. I can’t bear having him mad at me. The problem is, he knows it and uses it against me.
I was washing dog bed covers when I happened to notice this:
Marcy, Slugger, Emmi, Willy and Morty. It never ceases to amaze me how the ones who started life without “civilized luxuries” always seen to find a way to one up on what is perfectly acceptable to dogs brought up in homes.
Do you suppose it’s because they feel they have catching up to do?
Remember when Marcy was but a feral waif, afraid to move? Wherever we placed her is where she stayed, until we moved her to another location. We started calling her “The Paper Weight”.
As she started to relax, under the people bed became her cave of safety. Eventually, she did venture out into the big bad house, and came to learn the advantages of having a home. Still, having missed human contact in all of her imprint periods, to this day, Marcy still uses ‘defensive’ sleeping positions.
Well, except for one place. Right up there with Morty, water, and regular food, the people bed has a prominent place on Marcy’s Favorites List.
At first, Marcy tried to take up as much space as she could. Note completely relaxed posture.
Then she started slightly re-arranging the comforter to her liking. Where curled in a ball, nose tightly tucked to tail (defensive) is the norm for nervous dogs, Marcy included (anywhere else in the house), Marcy strives to do the same move in reverse on the people bed.
Then she started giving me the “What-everrrr!” look when I asked her to move so I could fix the bed covers.
Now she just burrows in. This is what she did this morning.
45 minutes later, just before I punted her lazy buttocks out of bed. I didn’t get to sleep in, why should Marcy?! We had a lot to do before Crabby and Morty got back from their camping trip!
The overall rearranging Marcy did so make the people bed more to her liking. Yes, I had already made it! How could one little dog wreak so much havoc?
I look back fondly on those days when Marcy was too afraid to assert herself!
You might find this hard to believe, but spending hours every week cooking for the kids is not as fun as it sounds. Not to mention what the house smells like during, and for an extended time after, each cook.
I decided to attempt a marathon cook. My mission: To prepare an entire month’s worth of food as quickly as possible. By quickly, we’re talking about the 4 Day plan, every day, after work.
I guess I got a little tired on Day 3 because it all went to Hell in a hand basket. This is the result:
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.