I just received an e-mail from Samara, the amazing artist at SamDoum Art with an exclusive offer for Run A Muck Ranch friends!
“I’m currently offering 25% off on all pet portraits for all Run A Muck fans who find me through your website. All they will need to do is click on the pet portrait badge on your blog and that page will direct them to my pet portrait Etsy shop. Then, while completing their order, all they’ll need to do is enter the Promocode “RUNAMUCK25”. The offer lasts until January 1st, 2015. But it’s a good idea to order as soon as possible in order to ship before the Christmas deadline, for those purchasing as a gift for someone else.”
The SamDoumArt badge is the first widget below the header on this blog, titled Pet Portraits, with the Macaw on it – also painted by Samara.
This is the PERFECT gift for any dog mom, and most dog dads, on your Christmas list!
Gertie has become quite couch savvy. It’s gotten to the point where, after the last pee of the morning before work, she takes her rightful place on the south arm of the couch, and remains there for the rest of the day.
There’s only one problem with the situation: Morty had previously staked a claim to the south side of the couch.
Morty happens to be a peace-loving guy, so he didn’t fight Gertie when she did the hostile take over. Instead, he resigned himself to his fate: being forced to seek out other accommodations.
Crabby and I were discussing Gertie’s eviction of Morty from his ‘spot’ the other day. In response to my comment about how Gertie has really made herself at home, in a most defensive manner, Crabby said “Yeah, but now poor Morty has to sleep on the bed!”
The bed of which Crabby spoke: We’re not talking about a lowly blanket on the floor, or even a dog bed. The horrible place Morty must now suffer his days – is the people bed.
Remember if you will that Morty presented himself in our driveway, after living for who knows how long on the desert on his own. His reluctance to cross the threshold to our house supports the theory that even before he found himself alone, he had never been allowed inside a house. His ability to take care of himself in harsh conditions made him the most resourceful of all dogs ever taking up residence at Run A Muck Ranch. Given that history, one could come to the logical conclusion that Morty was a hardened and noble beast, able to make do with whatever accommodation were offered.
One would be wrong.
It used to be we thought, in the event of a Zombie Apocalypse, Morty, out of all the dogs, would be OK.
This very thing could have happened in the back yard. You get used to it. For that reason, after all the shouting stopped, we continued our romp, but in an area away from the snake.
Living in a box isn’t living. All we can do is hope the world is kind enough to allow us to give the kids as much fun as we can, whenever we can. That being said, we WILL freak out when we find a biting snake between 2 of our kids, not more than 3 feet away from them!
I assure you, we encounter fewer Rattlesnakes on the desert with the dogs than I personally do at work. There are days I’m up close and personal with more than 1.
For reasons I still can’t figure out, I got done early from work today.
When I got home, I decided to water my garden. It’s a small garden, consisting of a mix of dead, live and mutilated herbs, geraniums, roses and jasmines. In the winter, it’s beautiful. In the summer it’s a buffet table for anything with over sized incisors.
I don’t remember the last time I watered, and things were pretty dry, so I had the hose on full-bore, filling each pot to capacity, then doing it again, several times.
It was when I was watering the Angel Wing Jasmine that, from the recesses of what I thought was a crack caused by soil dryness, a Kangaroo Rat floated to the surface. He was in what appeared to be convulsions, then he was still. So very still.
I realized, to my horror, that I had drowned an innocent Kangaroo Rat. But death was only seconds ago! There was still time to bring him back!
I’m not sure exactly why I decided inside the house was the best place to perform heroic measures, but inside I went, passing The Hoard, most notably, Mortimer, who looked at me with imploring eyes, as if to say, “Hey Ma, can I have that?”.
I held the little patient upside down over a towel on the counter, and stroked his sides to help drain any ingested water. I then laid him on his side, performing a much smaller and gentler CPR than would be used on dogs. There was no response. I felt no pulse.
Now, Reader, keep in mind, this little Kangaroo Rat wasn’t hurting anyone. He was simply hanging out at home when I came by and drowned him. I was responsible for the death of another being. I felt horrible. The tears were welling in my eyes. Morty was jumping up and down on the back door reminding me that he would be more than happy to take care of disposal of the tiny body. I was a mess. And I went to a very dark place.
Yes, I performed mouth to mouse resuscitation, on a Kangaroo Rat.
Mock me all you want folks, but after about 10 seconds, there was movement in my hands. Upon feeling the movement, I gently laid the little patient on the towel I set on the counter. That was also the point I realized bringing the Kangaroo Rat inside the house was probably not the best of ideas.
Turns out, Kangaroo Rats brought back from the dead recover pretty fast. The little bugger made it to the sink, over the counter, and using the freezer as a spring-board, was behind the love seat in an instant.
A loose Kangaroo Rat in the house, to The Hoard, would make me the Best Mom Everrrr! To Crabby, well, I’m not so sure he would even come in the house if he knew a rodent was about.
About a half hour later, Kangaroo Rat caught, I returned him to his hole in my Angel Wing jasmine pot, with the suggestion that he move into the Geranium tub. The Geraniums had been decimated by the rabbits long ago, and their tub was a safer location for any Kangaroo Rat seeking shelter since there’s no point in watering dead plants.
I saved a life today. That I was the one that snuffed that life… well… all’s well that ends well!
Be safe Run A Muck Ranch Kangaroo Rat! Live Long and Prosper!
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.