I have to confess. I ran a stop sign this morning. Yes, there were witnesses, but thankfully none worked for law enforcement. On the plus side I didn't get all the way through the intersection. If you stop part way though I think that counts for something. Like you are only partly a psycho driver. And, especially good was the fact no one else was in the intersection either. Truthfully my brain got in the way, and I was driving on automatic. It seemed like it was time for the light to change, so I automatically went.
Another confession. While cooking today I set a silicone hot mitt on a burner I'd forgotten to turn off. Again, my brain must have been to full to process everything at once. Sigh, two blonde moments (in one day), with the potential for dire consequences. It has me thinking - which is what caused the problems in the first place.
I know I got lucky, I know we all have moments like this. Don't hesitate to raise your hand if you can relate. But dang, I feel almost dangerous. That is not a feeling I like. I am not a fly by the seat of my pants, throw caution to the wind kind of gal. I'm the kind that feels guilty for eating meat on Fridays during Lent. I can't help it - I just do, at least for the first bite or two.
No, these aren't monumental errors - just ones the make me stop (or go, as the case might be) and wonder. I believe I'll stay off the streets and out of the kitchen for the rest of the day. It might be safer that way.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
You Can Lead - the other side
You can lead a woman to logic, but you can't make her embrace it. Some things defy logic.
You can lead a woman to patience, but you can't make her.....well......patient. Why, yes, I do resemble this remark.
You can lead a woman to the hardware store, but her head will be at the Mall.
You can lead a woman to a sports event, but she'll still be looking at what kind of shoes the gal a couple seats over is wearing.
You can tell a woman she's beautiful, but she'll still compare herself to other women.
You can call your female dog your baby, but you better not call your girl friend/wife a bitch.
You can stop thinking the minute you enter your cave, but a woman doesn't have that luxury. Our brains almost never stop working, except during blonde moments. In these cases the brain temporarily leaves the body.
You can hope a woman will stop talking, but odds are not good it will happen.
You can love to cuddle with your woman, but during a hot flash, or PMS it can be taking your life in your own hands.
How do I know these things? Well, duh, I'm a woman, I know everything. When will men (children and teenagers) understand this?
You can try to have a conversation with a woman, but she will be two pages ahead of you at all times. Plus we have the tendency to want to get the last word in. Okay, perhaps a slight understatement.....
You can lead a woman to rational thinking, but it will not erase a propensity for irritability.
See, I did present the other side as promised. Relationships are never easy, but they are interesting. And great fodder to poke a little fun at......
You can lead a woman to patience, but you can't make her.....well......patient. Why, yes, I do resemble this remark.
You can lead a woman to the hardware store, but her head will be at the Mall.
You can lead a woman to a sports event, but she'll still be looking at what kind of shoes the gal a couple seats over is wearing.
You can tell a woman she's beautiful, but she'll still compare herself to other women.
You can call your female dog your baby, but you better not call your girl friend/wife a bitch.
You can stop thinking the minute you enter your cave, but a woman doesn't have that luxury. Our brains almost never stop working, except during blonde moments. In these cases the brain temporarily leaves the body.
You can hope a woman will stop talking, but odds are not good it will happen.
You can love to cuddle with your woman, but during a hot flash, or PMS it can be taking your life in your own hands.
How do I know these things? Well, duh, I'm a woman, I know everything. When will men (children and teenagers) understand this?
You can try to have a conversation with a woman, but she will be two pages ahead of you at all times. Plus we have the tendency to want to get the last word in. Okay, perhaps a slight understatement.....
You can lead a woman to rational thinking, but it will not erase a propensity for irritability.
See, I did present the other side as promised. Relationships are never easy, but they are interesting. And great fodder to poke a little fun at......
Sunday, March 29, 2009
You Can Lead.....
You can lead a man to a project, but you can't always get him to finish it.
You can lead a man to jewelry, but you can't get him give it to you.
You can lead a man down the right path, but unless he feels like he chose the route, you are walking alone.
You can lead a man to the Mall, but you can't make him like it.
Men may be visual creatures, but they don't always see the obvious.
Men may be great problem solvers, but they sometimes can't see the answer right before their eyes.
How do I know this stuff? Well, I had a Dad, have brothers, sons. an ex-hubby, and a honey.
Man caves take on many forms - bathrooms, garages, offices, golf courses, work shops, basements. Men like to hibernate in their caves. Women don't have caves, we have kitchens, laundry rooms, grocery stores -trust me, it's not the same.
Men love to be connected as long as it doesn't require communication, a commitment, or seeing a doctor or dentist. They say women are stubborn, my guess is we learned it from the men.
Men rarely hear exactly what is said. Of course, women may not always say exactly what they mean. What was said, what was heard, and what was comprehended are almost never the same thing. It keeps things interesting though. In spite of what they say, men like to be kept guessing.
And, the remote control??? Well, that is man's equivalent to a fast pass to the man cave. A remote control completes a man, much like a woman might say a man completes her.
Bare in mind, all these wonderful man thoughts aren't directed toward, or the direct result of any one event, man, or experience. I'm not upset with Reno, haven't had a fight with my son, boss, or any other man I may have crossed paths with in this lifetime. Well, maybe one, or two tops, but they shall remain nameless.
Men are simply men. They are never simple and yet can always be simple. Maybe you can relate...... And lest you men feel slighted or picked on, equal time will be given to intricacy's (absurdity) of women. I promise.
You can lead a man to jewelry, but you can't get him give it to you.
You can lead a man down the right path, but unless he feels like he chose the route, you are walking alone.
You can lead a man to the Mall, but you can't make him like it.
Men may be visual creatures, but they don't always see the obvious.
Men may be great problem solvers, but they sometimes can't see the answer right before their eyes.
How do I know this stuff? Well, I had a Dad, have brothers, sons. an ex-hubby, and a honey.
Man caves take on many forms - bathrooms, garages, offices, golf courses, work shops, basements. Men like to hibernate in their caves. Women don't have caves, we have kitchens, laundry rooms, grocery stores -trust me, it's not the same.
Men love to be connected as long as it doesn't require communication, a commitment, or seeing a doctor or dentist. They say women are stubborn, my guess is we learned it from the men.
Men rarely hear exactly what is said. Of course, women may not always say exactly what they mean. What was said, what was heard, and what was comprehended are almost never the same thing. It keeps things interesting though. In spite of what they say, men like to be kept guessing.
And, the remote control??? Well, that is man's equivalent to a fast pass to the man cave. A remote control completes a man, much like a woman might say a man completes her.
Bare in mind, all these wonderful man thoughts aren't directed toward, or the direct result of any one event, man, or experience. I'm not upset with Reno, haven't had a fight with my son, boss, or any other man I may have crossed paths with in this lifetime. Well, maybe one, or two tops, but they shall remain nameless.
Men are simply men. They are never simple and yet can always be simple. Maybe you can relate...... And lest you men feel slighted or picked on, equal time will be given to intricacy's (absurdity) of women. I promise.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Reminiscing
Jackson, Kobe, Buddy, Bo, Pete, Sidney - all fosters. Dusty, Abby, Kobe, Fancy, Mickey - all forever dogs.
So we didn't have them all at once. Probably a good thing. Only one was from my adolescence. The other ten took up residence in my heart within the last ten years. Only one was a puppy - and I believe one puppy was enough. Amazing, when I think of my capacity for loving dogs, that I went so many years without one, or two, or three. Obviously, I'm making up for lost time.
I've come a long way. Three seems pretty quiet. But then one is our little Tripod and the other is older than the hills. Only Mick is old enough to know better and young enough to still get into trouble.
I think a lot about Sidney's last day with us. For months, when he was in the shelter in Oklahoma, he lived in desolate filth. Leave it to me to bathe him the night he died. He smelled awful, I thought from being ill in his crate. Now I think it was just from being ill. Not realizing how sick he was we gave him a bath. He probably didn't appreciate it, but he died clean. I hope that is better than living dirty.
I also keep thinking about the last time I took him out in the yard. Sick as he was he gazed out into his yard and his tail wagged. Not much, but some. I have to believe he was seeing the angels coming to get him. He knew a good thing when he saw it.
Now, if nothing else Sidney was a butterfly boy. Leaping after them was his bliss. So I will be planting a butterfly bush near his grave. After we buried him I was wandering my garden, looking, but not really seeing. Thinking, but not comprehending. To my surprise I saw a colorful moth dance by. That warmed my heart for two reasons. First of all because Sidney loved them, and secondly, because it is definitely not moth/butterfly season here yet. Chance or a sign....you make the call. I know what I think.
In spite of everything, because of everything, before, during and after everything the dogs live on in our hearts. It's what makes me, and perhaps you, whole.
So we didn't have them all at once. Probably a good thing. Only one was from my adolescence. The other ten took up residence in my heart within the last ten years. Only one was a puppy - and I believe one puppy was enough. Amazing, when I think of my capacity for loving dogs, that I went so many years without one, or two, or three. Obviously, I'm making up for lost time.
I've come a long way. Three seems pretty quiet. But then one is our little Tripod and the other is older than the hills. Only Mick is old enough to know better and young enough to still get into trouble.
I think a lot about Sidney's last day with us. For months, when he was in the shelter in Oklahoma, he lived in desolate filth. Leave it to me to bathe him the night he died. He smelled awful, I thought from being ill in his crate. Now I think it was just from being ill. Not realizing how sick he was we gave him a bath. He probably didn't appreciate it, but he died clean. I hope that is better than living dirty.
I also keep thinking about the last time I took him out in the yard. Sick as he was he gazed out into his yard and his tail wagged. Not much, but some. I have to believe he was seeing the angels coming to get him. He knew a good thing when he saw it.
Now, if nothing else Sidney was a butterfly boy. Leaping after them was his bliss. So I will be planting a butterfly bush near his grave. After we buried him I was wandering my garden, looking, but not really seeing. Thinking, but not comprehending. To my surprise I saw a colorful moth dance by. That warmed my heart for two reasons. First of all because Sidney loved them, and secondly, because it is definitely not moth/butterfly season here yet. Chance or a sign....you make the call. I know what I think.
In spite of everything, because of everything, before, during and after everything the dogs live on in our hearts. It's what makes me, and perhaps you, whole.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Loving
I've heard folks say, I'll never get another dog, or cat, or pet again. Losing them is just too hard.
I cannot contest that it ever gets easier. But I still think it beats the alternative.
Face it, grief is not a walk through the park. It tests the very heart and soul of us. It leaves us limp, reduces us to a pile of rubble, it shakes us to the core. It causes us to question everything, every little thing. We question our abilities, our faith, our trust. We cry big drowning tears, and raw aching tears. Grief can be a veritable tsunami of emotion. It can be a desert of emptiness. It can also lead us down path's we would never embark upon without a giant push in that direction.
It makes us stronger and softer at the same time. It increases our capacity for love and empathy. It can multiply our faith. You might ask if I am talking about love or grief here, because both have this affect.
Without weeping there is no healing - so tears are a good sign. It is better to have loved and lost - it means we are still alive. Being alive means there is a portal of hope. Within that hope is the opportunity to love again.
And I will.
I cannot contest that it ever gets easier. But I still think it beats the alternative.
Face it, grief is not a walk through the park. It tests the very heart and soul of us. It leaves us limp, reduces us to a pile of rubble, it shakes us to the core. It causes us to question everything, every little thing. We question our abilities, our faith, our trust. We cry big drowning tears, and raw aching tears. Grief can be a veritable tsunami of emotion. It can be a desert of emptiness. It can also lead us down path's we would never embark upon without a giant push in that direction.
It makes us stronger and softer at the same time. It increases our capacity for love and empathy. It can multiply our faith. You might ask if I am talking about love or grief here, because both have this affect.
Without weeping there is no healing - so tears are a good sign. It is better to have loved and lost - it means we are still alive. Being alive means there is a portal of hope. Within that hope is the opportunity to love again.
And I will.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Emptiness
I was thinking I have nothing at all to write about, but when in fact I do. Truth be told I'm feeling kind of empty and lost. I know it's because of losing Sidney. I still keep replaying the events and wishing something else could have been done. I keep listening for the thunder of his paws on the steps. All of which is totally normal, all of which will pass with time.
Still, it's a hard place to be in. We all get to those places in life that are just a hard places to be in. We get into them and we do get out of them. In the purgatory of it we just have to keep moving toward normalcy. Of course, normal is such a hard concept to define. Some would insist a multi dog household is not normal at all. Others would submit that life gets more normal the more pets you have. Guess it depends how much "normal" you can find joy in.
So we keep moving, even when it's difficult, until we get back to where it's joyful. It's only a matter of time.
Still, it's a hard place to be in. We all get to those places in life that are just a hard places to be in. We get into them and we do get out of them. In the purgatory of it we just have to keep moving toward normalcy. Of course, normal is such a hard concept to define. Some would insist a multi dog household is not normal at all. Others would submit that life gets more normal the more pets you have. Guess it depends how much "normal" you can find joy in.
So we keep moving, even when it's difficult, until we get back to where it's joyful. It's only a matter of time.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Random Thots
I was laughing at work on Friday. Someone ditched a perfectly good door in the alley, and of course, it was deemed too good to throw away. I commented that they say when one door closes, another opens. But that when a completely new door is delivered something big must be about to happen. Of course, I meant big in a good way, perhaps I should have verbalized that part.
Today has been a better day, but then perhaps there was only room for improvement. I did tell Reno that in spite of it being a horridly sucky weekend, it was a good weekend because we shared it together. Sure makes me happy he's on my team.
It would have been a wonderful weekend to do yard/garden clean up, but without Sidney racing the yard, I didn't have the heart for it. I did manage to dig a few dandelions, prune a part of one rose bush, and do a little bunny reconnaissance project. It's only the 3rd day of Spring and Momma Bunny was trying to build a nest three feet from the front door. I'm surprised she didn't just wander inside and ask for a mid-wife and a wet-nurse. I got out the Liquid Fence and hopefully sent her packing.
I know tomorrow will be better. Just like I know the really hard days are when we are healing. I know Sidney crossed that bridge just like he'd launch himself up the stairs and dive into bed. He went full throttle and is yipping his way across pastures of butterflies. He's all about joy now, and I love that thought.
With that we end one week and begin another. Always life is good, even when life sends you tears.
Today has been a better day, but then perhaps there was only room for improvement. I did tell Reno that in spite of it being a horridly sucky weekend, it was a good weekend because we shared it together. Sure makes me happy he's on my team.
It would have been a wonderful weekend to do yard/garden clean up, but without Sidney racing the yard, I didn't have the heart for it. I did manage to dig a few dandelions, prune a part of one rose bush, and do a little bunny reconnaissance project. It's only the 3rd day of Spring and Momma Bunny was trying to build a nest three feet from the front door. I'm surprised she didn't just wander inside and ask for a mid-wife and a wet-nurse. I got out the Liquid Fence and hopefully sent her packing.
I know tomorrow will be better. Just like I know the really hard days are when we are healing. I know Sidney crossed that bridge just like he'd launch himself up the stairs and dive into bed. He went full throttle and is yipping his way across pastures of butterflies. He's all about joy now, and I love that thought.
With that we end one week and begin another. Always life is good, even when life sends you tears.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Forever..........home.
In rescue we talk about foster homes, and forever homes. We work to pull dogs from shelters, or bring them into programs as surrenders from owners who no longer want or can care for them. Finding that forever home is what we plan for, long for, dream of. Sometimes it doesn't work out like we planned.
Sometimes there is a bigger plan, and try as we might we cannot comprehend why it plays out like it does. We question and second guess, and wish with all our heart we could have done more.
Such is the case of Sidney. I write with a heavy heart, because Sidney is forever........home. His home is not what I envisioned. And yet, it is a place of comfort and joy, because his home is on the other side of the bridge.
He was loved with all our hearts. He was safe, warm and knew the good life. He learned to be his best silly Sidney self. Such a gift to learn to be yourself. He had, in these seven months, the best a dog could hope for. And we had the best he had to offer.
From the beginning we were prepared to love him enough to let him go. Little did we know that letting him go would include holding him as he crossed the bridge. We may never know if it was some kind of poison that took him, or an obstruction of some kind. I know I'll always wonder and wish I'd done more.
Sidney, sweet Okie Boy, is home, forever home. In the pines out in the garden he'll rest, close to my heart, close to the butterflies and squirrels he loved to watch.
Sometimes there is a bigger plan, and try as we might we cannot comprehend why it plays out like it does. We question and second guess, and wish with all our heart we could have done more.
Such is the case of Sidney. I write with a heavy heart, because Sidney is forever........home. His home is not what I envisioned. And yet, it is a place of comfort and joy, because his home is on the other side of the bridge.
He was loved with all our hearts. He was safe, warm and knew the good life. He learned to be his best silly Sidney self. Such a gift to learn to be yourself. He had, in these seven months, the best a dog could hope for. And we had the best he had to offer.
From the beginning we were prepared to love him enough to let him go. Little did we know that letting him go would include holding him as he crossed the bridge. We may never know if it was some kind of poison that took him, or an obstruction of some kind. I know I'll always wonder and wish I'd done more.
Sidney, sweet Okie Boy, is home, forever home. In the pines out in the garden he'll rest, close to my heart, close to the butterflies and squirrels he loved to watch.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
One Old, One Ortho, One Owner
There we were, like three bumps on a log.
One senior pointer. Arthritic, old, and snoring on the sofa. One ortho patient. ACL healing, still gimpy, cone on head springer, resting on the sofa. One owner, sinus pack on forehead, stretched out in between old and ortho. A veritable bundle of energy, if we could if fact summon the energy.
At least I was in good company. Rest is important. And we were setting the bar high in that regard. Healing takes time. And we were utilizing it as best we could. Each drawing comfort from the other. Comfort is good.
Not exactly life in the fast lane. Oh, but such precious time well spent.
One senior pointer. Arthritic, old, and snoring on the sofa. One ortho patient. ACL healing, still gimpy, cone on head springer, resting on the sofa. One owner, sinus pack on forehead, stretched out in between old and ortho. A veritable bundle of energy, if we could if fact summon the energy.
At least I was in good company. Rest is important. And we were setting the bar high in that regard. Healing takes time. And we were utilizing it as best we could. Each drawing comfort from the other. Comfort is good.
Not exactly life in the fast lane. Oh, but such precious time well spent.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Drug Detection Dog
I have never read about an English Springer Spaniel being a drug detection dog - but Miss Maddie has the skills. To bad she wasn't trained for that in her prime.
We have been tucking her pain pills into some canned dog food when we feed her each day. Now people typically feel bad for dogs because they lack that opposable thumb. We forget they do have a tongue and how versatile it can be. Twice during her dinner today she sorted her pill out of the food. Out of the soft dog food. First time I saw it on the floor and thought I hadn't done my part of camouflaging it well enough with food. So back to the drawing board. I made a nice little meat ball of canned food and put it in her mouth. Again, she sorts through it and spits out the pill.
Well. Humph. I'm not about to be outwitted by this little bit of fluff with a cone head. I retrieve the pill and stick it into a soft pupperoni dog treat. She nibbles that into pieces and again leaves the pill behind. Right now, the pill is on the counter and I am letting her think she has won the game. Not so my little pretty. Not so.
This is the same girl whom I lovingly trimmed the fur on her back paw/pads, and bathed it today because the three-legged squat is not an efficient means of piddling for her. This is the thanks I get.
Obviously it's time for the big guns to come out. I think peanut butter, liverwurst, or velveeta will smother what's left of that well sorted pill and give her the relief she needs. She'll thank me for it later.
We have been tucking her pain pills into some canned dog food when we feed her each day. Now people typically feel bad for dogs because they lack that opposable thumb. We forget they do have a tongue and how versatile it can be. Twice during her dinner today she sorted her pill out of the food. Out of the soft dog food. First time I saw it on the floor and thought I hadn't done my part of camouflaging it well enough with food. So back to the drawing board. I made a nice little meat ball of canned food and put it in her mouth. Again, she sorts through it and spits out the pill.
Well. Humph. I'm not about to be outwitted by this little bit of fluff with a cone head. I retrieve the pill and stick it into a soft pupperoni dog treat. She nibbles that into pieces and again leaves the pill behind. Right now, the pill is on the counter and I am letting her think she has won the game. Not so my little pretty. Not so.
This is the same girl whom I lovingly trimmed the fur on her back paw/pads, and bathed it today because the three-legged squat is not an efficient means of piddling for her. This is the thanks I get.
Obviously it's time for the big guns to come out. I think peanut butter, liverwurst, or velveeta will smother what's left of that well sorted pill and give her the relief she needs. She'll thank me for it later.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
TriPod
Maddie has a new nickname - that's right -TriPod. She is doing much better than last I wrote about her. Poor girl, Saturday was her worst day after surgery. Sunday when she woke up the wiggle was back in her butt and she was like a new dog.
Well, a new dog with ortho issues. She's not putting weight on that foot, although she sets her toes down on that leg rather like a toe dancer would. Maybe she was a dancer in another life and those words "point your toes" are coming back to haunt her.
She has adapted to being a cone head too. Thankfully she doesn't bang around as much as Kobe did in a cone, but still you can tell where she's at by the sound of it. She does keep bringing her ball to you and giving you the look. Oh, the power of the look. But, we aren't giving in.
The stairs have been blocked off to keep her on the main floor. That too is a learning experience for us. We now know if one of the young pointers ever has a stair restriction we will need a 6 foot baby gate. The one we have now Mick and Sidney just go over like gazelles. Kobe, bless his heart, ran right into it the first time it was up. He gave Reno a look that said "poop, I don't remember that first step being that high".
Yesterday my boys were over for dinner and TriPod was all over the place, inside, outside, bringing the ball to the boys and pleading with her eyes. Today, she's probably regretting she was so active. Someone even brought her breakfast bowl to her on the sofa, though we won't mention any names.
Healing is a slow process, but we're heading the right direction. Bless her little Tripod heart.
Well, a new dog with ortho issues. She's not putting weight on that foot, although she sets her toes down on that leg rather like a toe dancer would. Maybe she was a dancer in another life and those words "point your toes" are coming back to haunt her.
She has adapted to being a cone head too. Thankfully she doesn't bang around as much as Kobe did in a cone, but still you can tell where she's at by the sound of it. She does keep bringing her ball to you and giving you the look. Oh, the power of the look. But, we aren't giving in.
The stairs have been blocked off to keep her on the main floor. That too is a learning experience for us. We now know if one of the young pointers ever has a stair restriction we will need a 6 foot baby gate. The one we have now Mick and Sidney just go over like gazelles. Kobe, bless his heart, ran right into it the first time it was up. He gave Reno a look that said "poop, I don't remember that first step being that high".
Yesterday my boys were over for dinner and TriPod was all over the place, inside, outside, bringing the ball to the boys and pleading with her eyes. Today, she's probably regretting she was so active. Someone even brought her breakfast bowl to her on the sofa, though we won't mention any names.
Healing is a slow process, but we're heading the right direction. Bless her little Tripod heart.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Insult To Injury
Our gimpy girl is home and recovering from ACL surgery.
She was so delighted to be home and laying on her favorite place on the sofa. Homecomings are the best, aren't they?? And recuperating happens best in our home environment. All the dogs gave her the once over, as I sure she came home with a multitude of smells. They were probably all hoping they wouldn't ever have to go through what she went through.
All in all, she's doing well. However, when we put the dreaded cone of horror on her to protect her from licking her incision it really took the wind out of her sails. The stubby tail that was going wiggle, wiggle, wiggle slowed to a little slow motion wag. She wouldn't move, wouldn't look up at us. We're supposed to take her outside on leash for the first ten days. With the cone on, it's not an issue. Between the injury, the insult of the cone, and the indignity of having to pee while on a leash, she will barely move at all. She's not a happy camper. She doesn't, bless her heart, exactly relieve herself on command.
It will get better - there is just no way to reassure her of this. We laughingly guided her nose to her food bowl and centered the cone for easier consumption. She won't go hungry, that's for sure. But she certainly isn't thrilled with life right now.
I plan to check out other options for lick protection devices and see if we can't raise her spirits a bit. In the mean time, life's a little rough for her. This too shall pass, and a few extra liver treats may speed the process along.
She was so delighted to be home and laying on her favorite place on the sofa. Homecomings are the best, aren't they?? And recuperating happens best in our home environment. All the dogs gave her the once over, as I sure she came home with a multitude of smells. They were probably all hoping they wouldn't ever have to go through what she went through.
All in all, she's doing well. However, when we put the dreaded cone of horror on her to protect her from licking her incision it really took the wind out of her sails. The stubby tail that was going wiggle, wiggle, wiggle slowed to a little slow motion wag. She wouldn't move, wouldn't look up at us. We're supposed to take her outside on leash for the first ten days. With the cone on, it's not an issue. Between the injury, the insult of the cone, and the indignity of having to pee while on a leash, she will barely move at all. She's not a happy camper. She doesn't, bless her heart, exactly relieve herself on command.
It will get better - there is just no way to reassure her of this. We laughingly guided her nose to her food bowl and centered the cone for easier consumption. She won't go hungry, that's for sure. But she certainly isn't thrilled with life right now.
I plan to check out other options for lick protection devices and see if we can't raise her spirits a bit. In the mean time, life's a little rough for her. This too shall pass, and a few extra liver treats may speed the process along.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Random Thots
Patience is a virtue - just not one I possess. Case in point, my email account keeps telling me the server is busy. Helloo - that's a personal problem. Get 'r done and get 'r done now so I can check my email. See, I don't have a problem with patience in general, just with exhibiting it.
I've decided the computer is the equivalent for me, to liver treats, OMG liver treats to the dogs. I keep going back for more. When there are good emails, contacts, funny jokes, heart warming stories it feeds my interest. Even when there is nothing, there is always the potential. But when I can't get on - that's when that patience thing, or lack of it, comes into play.
On another note, Maddie's new "floor bed", which is a stack of old blankets, was partially shredded today in an act of wild play. Of course, she wasn't home to witness it. Heck, I was in the same room and didn't witness it. It's possible I dozed off and missed the whole interlude. The dogs were right next to me when I laid down. They were right next to me when I woke up. I thought I heard Kobe over there, but he doesn't have enough teeth for either the amount of batting on the floor. If I checked gums, I bet Mick has batting fibers in his teeth.
Maybe our level of patience is based on how important something is to us. Because clearly, at times, I am a patient person. Mickey can relate, his level of patience with blankets is sorely lacking too. I did get one good correction in on Mick today when he went back for a little more batting.
I guess, we all have issues to work on. To sink our teeth into like a soft fluffy comforter. And hopefully our reward for working those issues is as delicious and addicting as liver treats, OMG liver treats.
I've decided the computer is the equivalent for me, to liver treats, OMG liver treats to the dogs. I keep going back for more. When there are good emails, contacts, funny jokes, heart warming stories it feeds my interest. Even when there is nothing, there is always the potential. But when I can't get on - that's when that patience thing, or lack of it, comes into play.
On another note, Maddie's new "floor bed", which is a stack of old blankets, was partially shredded today in an act of wild play. Of course, she wasn't home to witness it. Heck, I was in the same room and didn't witness it. It's possible I dozed off and missed the whole interlude. The dogs were right next to me when I laid down. They were right next to me when I woke up. I thought I heard Kobe over there, but he doesn't have enough teeth for either the amount of batting on the floor. If I checked gums, I bet Mick has batting fibers in his teeth.
Maybe our level of patience is based on how important something is to us. Because clearly, at times, I am a patient person. Mickey can relate, his level of patience with blankets is sorely lacking too. I did get one good correction in on Mick today when he went back for a little more batting.
I guess, we all have issues to work on. To sink our teeth into like a soft fluffy comforter. And hopefully our reward for working those issues is as delicious and addicting as liver treats, OMG liver treats.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Illogical Logic
We were discussing logic at dinner tonight. Reno was trying to logically talk me out of something that is very logical to me, but not logical to him. While I can't divulge the exact topic. It was an entertaining discourse.
But then when a man compares what his thinks to what a woman thinks about the same thing - well there is no logic to it.
Frankly, I admit the logic gets lost when I add an emotional side to it. But, heck, that is what women do best. Besides shopping, talking, and relating. Bottom line is, he wasn't getting my take on the subject, and I couldn't think purely logically. I could talk until I'm blue in the face, and he could too. In spite of the logistics, sometimes we just need to have our emotions met. Perhaps that is what makes women feel so deeply. No offense to the deep men out there.
Some things just take on more meaning because of our emotional attachments to them. They may be symbolic, or ritual based, or tradition oriented. It doesn't have to be merely a 1+1 = 2 equation. Sometimes the total is way more than the sum of the two parts.
Logic + logic = logic. Logic + emotion = infinite possibilities. At least, that's what I think.
But then when a man compares what his thinks to what a woman thinks about the same thing - well there is no logic to it.
Frankly, I admit the logic gets lost when I add an emotional side to it. But, heck, that is what women do best. Besides shopping, talking, and relating. Bottom line is, he wasn't getting my take on the subject, and I couldn't think purely logically. I could talk until I'm blue in the face, and he could too. In spite of the logistics, sometimes we just need to have our emotions met. Perhaps that is what makes women feel so deeply. No offense to the deep men out there.
Some things just take on more meaning because of our emotional attachments to them. They may be symbolic, or ritual based, or tradition oriented. It doesn't have to be merely a 1+1 = 2 equation. Sometimes the total is way more than the sum of the two parts.
Logic + logic = logic. Logic + emotion = infinite possibilities. At least, that's what I think.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sleeping Arrangements
Last night, for the first night in ages, there were no canine companions in bed with us. Wow!! The bed felt huge, and empty. Tonight, with the temps being really cold again, I'm sure we'll have company.
Still things have changed some. With Maddie blowing out her ACL over the weekend jumping in and out of bed is not an option. She goes in for surgery on Thursday, so it will be a while before my cozy little back warmer snuggles in beside me. In the meantime a "temporary" bed has been made for her on the floor. She was snug as a bug on a rug there last night. Today Kobe tried out her new bed and found it quite tolerable. Although it's not right against the heater vent like his is. Rank does have it's privileges.
It is amazing how quickly a dog can adapt to using three legs instead of four. Maddie is doing quite well. People should be even half so adaptable. Although she just doesn't get why we won't throw her ball anymore. It's gonna be a hard adjustment for her. She turns 8 tomorrow, bless her little paws and sore knee. In just a couple days we went from calling her our little girl, to old gimpy girl. If that isn't reason to growl I don't know what is.
Funny how things change when one of us is hurt or sick. We all shuffle our routine to accommodate the situation. In the days ahead we'll make way for Maddie in her e-collar. And do our best to keep her quiet so she can heal.
I, for one, look forward to when she can sleep in bed with us again. Even while we enjoy the extra space when they don't sleep with us, we give thanks for their return.
Still things have changed some. With Maddie blowing out her ACL over the weekend jumping in and out of bed is not an option. She goes in for surgery on Thursday, so it will be a while before my cozy little back warmer snuggles in beside me. In the meantime a "temporary" bed has been made for her on the floor. She was snug as a bug on a rug there last night. Today Kobe tried out her new bed and found it quite tolerable. Although it's not right against the heater vent like his is. Rank does have it's privileges.
It is amazing how quickly a dog can adapt to using three legs instead of four. Maddie is doing quite well. People should be even half so adaptable. Although she just doesn't get why we won't throw her ball anymore. It's gonna be a hard adjustment for her. She turns 8 tomorrow, bless her little paws and sore knee. In just a couple days we went from calling her our little girl, to old gimpy girl. If that isn't reason to growl I don't know what is.
Funny how things change when one of us is hurt or sick. We all shuffle our routine to accommodate the situation. In the days ahead we'll make way for Maddie in her e-collar. And do our best to keep her quiet so she can heal.
I, for one, look forward to when she can sleep in bed with us again. Even while we enjoy the extra space when they don't sleep with us, we give thanks for their return.
Monday, March 9, 2009
I Can Cook
They say that the best defense is a good offense. Hmmmm, well, they weren't in the kitchen with me tonight. And yes, I raced to the computer to get my side in print first. Because Reno insists he's got ammunition on me.
Let me just say, I have never used the Quesadilla Maker before. And I asked if there was anything special I needed to know to operate it. I heard about preheating, about the appropriate amount of ingredients, about how I would know when it was done. All very good, and I insisted I didn't need help - I had it completely under control. And I thought I did.
It seems there was a synapse problem with my brain. I followed the instructions, layered the topping accordingly, closed it and let it cook. Imagine my surprise when I opened it and realized I never put the top quesadilla on it. Wow - what a crispy mess! We had a good giggle over it. Cleaned up the mess, then back to the drawing board. Second quesadilla turned out just peachy. Moving right along. This is where the synapse issue came into play. Add the tortilla, layer the toppings, close to cook. I'm a happy camper. Open the machine, and to my horror I'd again forgotten the second tortilla. Imagine the words that came out of my mouth!!
Imagine the razzing I've been taking over this. When you think of it, quesadilla's are a lot like pizza - with a top layer. That is the part I have trouble with. Perhaps I've made pizza for so long that I'll just never get the hang of quesadillas.
In fact we came to an agreement. Reno will be in charge (forever more) of the bbq, and the quesadilla's. All the rest I'll handle - after all, I can cook. Sometimes.
Let me just say, I have never used the Quesadilla Maker before. And I asked if there was anything special I needed to know to operate it. I heard about preheating, about the appropriate amount of ingredients, about how I would know when it was done. All very good, and I insisted I didn't need help - I had it completely under control. And I thought I did.
It seems there was a synapse problem with my brain. I followed the instructions, layered the topping accordingly, closed it and let it cook. Imagine my surprise when I opened it and realized I never put the top quesadilla on it. Wow - what a crispy mess! We had a good giggle over it. Cleaned up the mess, then back to the drawing board. Second quesadilla turned out just peachy. Moving right along. This is where the synapse issue came into play. Add the tortilla, layer the toppings, close to cook. I'm a happy camper. Open the machine, and to my horror I'd again forgotten the second tortilla. Imagine the words that came out of my mouth!!
Imagine the razzing I've been taking over this. When you think of it, quesadilla's are a lot like pizza - with a top layer. That is the part I have trouble with. Perhaps I've made pizza for so long that I'll just never get the hang of quesadillas.
In fact we came to an agreement. Reno will be in charge (forever more) of the bbq, and the quesadilla's. All the rest I'll handle - after all, I can cook. Sometimes.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
From Every Fan A Little **it Must Fly
A friend and I were discussing the nuances of life today. In great depth, over good coffee. So, maybe nuances slightly understates the situations. But as we all know "**it does hit the fan" sometimes. And I mentioned, that no matter how big our troubles may seem, we are pretty darned lucky and unbelievably well blessed. We also discussed the relief of stress through humor. I totally subscribe to that theory.
I understand others may not be able to laugh about life as we do. To them I'd like to apologize right up front. And I hope they learn to laugh soon - it makes life much more tolerable.
Case in point, my little issues are small right now compared to my friend's. But this is how I spent my day. I convinced Reno, with a fair amount of subversive female wiles that he was going to the Dr. today whether he wanted to or not. And bless his pea picking sinus infected head he did. He's on med's now and hopefully will be feeling much, much better soon. After the Dr's office, and a trip to the grocery store/pharmacy it was on to the next patient.
Maddie, our English Springer came up lame yesterday. While outside getting fire wood, I had thrown the ball for her. While running she let out a yelp and came back limping. We had hoped rest over night would ease her discomfort, but we couldn't see any improvement. Well, except for her learning to accommodate the pain and compensate for it physically. So after getting Reno settled I took Maddie to the vet.
You guessed it, worse case scenario - she ruptured her ACL. They are dropping like flies here folks. And I bet you can guess of the two patients who is tolerating treatment best?
Life is like this. This isn't the weekend off I was hoping for, but at least I know I didn't miss a career in the nursing profession. Reno needs to get well fast, I feel a case of cranky coming on.
So our little pile had a direct hit on the fan. C'est la vie. Or is it.....c'est la **it. This too shall pass, infections will heal, ACL's will be repaired and life goes on. And still, we don't have it so bad. At least I took the right patient to the right Dr. today. Although for a while I did think I'd need to borrow Maddie's leash and collar for you know who.
Good thing I love him........
I understand others may not be able to laugh about life as we do. To them I'd like to apologize right up front. And I hope they learn to laugh soon - it makes life much more tolerable.
Case in point, my little issues are small right now compared to my friend's. But this is how I spent my day. I convinced Reno, with a fair amount of subversive female wiles that he was going to the Dr. today whether he wanted to or not. And bless his pea picking sinus infected head he did. He's on med's now and hopefully will be feeling much, much better soon. After the Dr's office, and a trip to the grocery store/pharmacy it was on to the next patient.
Maddie, our English Springer came up lame yesterday. While outside getting fire wood, I had thrown the ball for her. While running she let out a yelp and came back limping. We had hoped rest over night would ease her discomfort, but we couldn't see any improvement. Well, except for her learning to accommodate the pain and compensate for it physically. So after getting Reno settled I took Maddie to the vet.
You guessed it, worse case scenario - she ruptured her ACL. They are dropping like flies here folks. And I bet you can guess of the two patients who is tolerating treatment best?
Life is like this. This isn't the weekend off I was hoping for, but at least I know I didn't miss a career in the nursing profession. Reno needs to get well fast, I feel a case of cranky coming on.
So our little pile had a direct hit on the fan. C'est la vie. Or is it.....c'est la **it. This too shall pass, infections will heal, ACL's will be repaired and life goes on. And still, we don't have it so bad. At least I took the right patient to the right Dr. today. Although for a while I did think I'd need to borrow Maddie's leash and collar for you know who.
Good thing I love him........
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Bossy
Bossy, feisty, pushy, nosey, impatient, all words that sometimes describe women. All of which, can and have described me.
Stubborn, pig headed, delusional, ignorant, retarded, all words that sometimes describe men. But, I'm not naming any names here.
Frustrated, worried, concerned, disgusted, helpless, distressed. All of which happens to person number one when the person not referenced specifically in paragraph two fails to take care of himself.
For the record, no one likes to go to the Doctor. But, sometimes, we (yes, even the men out there) need to in order to get well.
That's it. It needed to be said. Deal with it, so sad too bad, adjust, get on with it, trust me on this one, because I said so, you'll thank me later. Pain is unavoidable, suffering is optional.
Phfewww......I feel better.
Stubborn, pig headed, delusional, ignorant, retarded, all words that sometimes describe men. But, I'm not naming any names here.
Frustrated, worried, concerned, disgusted, helpless, distressed. All of which happens to person number one when the person not referenced specifically in paragraph two fails to take care of himself.
For the record, no one likes to go to the Doctor. But, sometimes, we (yes, even the men out there) need to in order to get well.
That's it. It needed to be said. Deal with it, so sad too bad, adjust, get on with it, trust me on this one, because I said so, you'll thank me later. Pain is unavoidable, suffering is optional.
Phfewww......I feel better.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Foster Updates
It is just the best when you get photo's and updates on a dog you have fostered. I got some new Pete pictures today. That just makes my day.
But I got to thinking - I haven't been very good at letting the gal who fostered Mickey know how he is doing. I'm not sure I can even find her. I thought I'd write this update for her, just the same.
Dear Mickey's Foster Mom:
You always said Mick was one cool dude, and you are right. He wears many hats here. When he does his pet therapy visits all the staff say he acts like a proper English gentleman. Serious, stoic, regal......can you believe this is Mickey we are talking about? In the yard he is the great liver and white hunter. I wouldn't say he's a discriminating hunter, any bird, squirrel, bunny, butterfly, bee, snake or frog will do. He is also the resident comic affectionately called dufus boy. He could give Gallagher a run for his money, but we don't let Mick near any watermelon's. He does have a penchant for chewing sometimes, pockets with Kleenex in them are a favorite, as are blankets and an occasional quilt. He sleeps best with his head on a pillow, tends to circle 3-5 times before laying down, and when he does he drops like a ton of bricks. No, I'm not complaining in any way (well, except for the quilts). He has come a long way from the 9 month old pup who dragged my iron down a flight of steps the first week he was with us.
Thank you for opening your heart to him and giving him a second chance. Thank you for trusting us with him. You are absolutely right - he's one cool dude. And, oh ya, we love him.
But I got to thinking - I haven't been very good at letting the gal who fostered Mickey know how he is doing. I'm not sure I can even find her. I thought I'd write this update for her, just the same.
Dear Mickey's Foster Mom:
You always said Mick was one cool dude, and you are right. He wears many hats here. When he does his pet therapy visits all the staff say he acts like a proper English gentleman. Serious, stoic, regal......can you believe this is Mickey we are talking about? In the yard he is the great liver and white hunter. I wouldn't say he's a discriminating hunter, any bird, squirrel, bunny, butterfly, bee, snake or frog will do. He is also the resident comic affectionately called dufus boy. He could give Gallagher a run for his money, but we don't let Mick near any watermelon's. He does have a penchant for chewing sometimes, pockets with Kleenex in them are a favorite, as are blankets and an occasional quilt. He sleeps best with his head on a pillow, tends to circle 3-5 times before laying down, and when he does he drops like a ton of bricks. No, I'm not complaining in any way (well, except for the quilts). He has come a long way from the 9 month old pup who dragged my iron down a flight of steps the first week he was with us.
Thank you for opening your heart to him and giving him a second chance. Thank you for trusting us with him. You are absolutely right - he's one cool dude. And, oh ya, we love him.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Old Dogs
Kobe is an old dog. For about 4 years now, I've been saying he's 10 years old. Truth is we don't really know how old he is.
Still, you just have to love him. He has more heart that some people ever will, even on their very best days. His list of aches and pains would probably make us weep if we felt them. His hips are bad, his elbows are bad, and he has few teeth. Which makes it hard to compensate one area for the other. Going down stairs is a ginger process. Going up requires a lot of momentum. On the really bad days Reno will carry him down.
His favorite water bowl is the toilet, and he doesn't get that I have a use for it too (though not for the same reason). More than once I've nearly sat on him when we both went for the stool at the same time. He's in the bathroom with me so often I told him today I'd give him a whole bag of liver treats if he'd just get me a roll of toilet paper. He wasn't interest in the incentive plan, just a long cool drink when I was done.
It's not unusual to change his bedding several times a week, or a couple days in a row. Sometimes he needs a bath if he wet his bed while I was out. I know, not the glory days of canine life, but his good days more than make up for them. If a warm bath and clean blankets comfort him, I can do that. When his tail wags and he gamely ambles over for some loving all is right in the world.
He is the Walter Matthau of old dogs. Doddering, endearing, gentle as they come - and everything one could hope for in a dog. The glory of it is that I get to care for him and am blessed to call him my own.
Still, you just have to love him. He has more heart that some people ever will, even on their very best days. His list of aches and pains would probably make us weep if we felt them. His hips are bad, his elbows are bad, and he has few teeth. Which makes it hard to compensate one area for the other. Going down stairs is a ginger process. Going up requires a lot of momentum. On the really bad days Reno will carry him down.
His favorite water bowl is the toilet, and he doesn't get that I have a use for it too (though not for the same reason). More than once I've nearly sat on him when we both went for the stool at the same time. He's in the bathroom with me so often I told him today I'd give him a whole bag of liver treats if he'd just get me a roll of toilet paper. He wasn't interest in the incentive plan, just a long cool drink when I was done.
It's not unusual to change his bedding several times a week, or a couple days in a row. Sometimes he needs a bath if he wet his bed while I was out. I know, not the glory days of canine life, but his good days more than make up for them. If a warm bath and clean blankets comfort him, I can do that. When his tail wags and he gamely ambles over for some loving all is right in the world.
He is the Walter Matthau of old dogs. Doddering, endearing, gentle as they come - and everything one could hope for in a dog. The glory of it is that I get to care for him and am blessed to call him my own.
Not Happy :o(
Once in a while I am really not happy with the dogs. Grrrrrrr.
One of those moments came yesterday when I discovered someone chewed on the quilt I had made for Reno. Process of elimination leads me to know it was either Mickey or Sidney, or both. More than likely it was a team effort. Discoveries like this make me swear like a sailor. Okay, so those of you who know me will laugh at that visual. Still it honks me off.
You can't tell me the dogs don't know better. That's why they do stuff like that in stealth mode. Why, though, why the quilts? Blankets can be replaced. Quilts have to be repaired. It's tough to fix complete holes in a quilt, repair binding, add new batting. So I have to say, for the love of all that's good in life including liver treats, why, why the quilts???
Sigh.....danged dogs. Good thing I love them so much. On the other hand, what I wouldn't love just once to catch them in the act!!! I love quilting, but I hate mending. Something has to go.....oh wait.....no, that won't work. The quilts and the dogs have to stay. I love them both.
One of those moments came yesterday when I discovered someone chewed on the quilt I had made for Reno. Process of elimination leads me to know it was either Mickey or Sidney, or both. More than likely it was a team effort. Discoveries like this make me swear like a sailor. Okay, so those of you who know me will laugh at that visual. Still it honks me off.
You can't tell me the dogs don't know better. That's why they do stuff like that in stealth mode. Why, though, why the quilts? Blankets can be replaced. Quilts have to be repaired. It's tough to fix complete holes in a quilt, repair binding, add new batting. So I have to say, for the love of all that's good in life including liver treats, why, why the quilts???
Sigh.....danged dogs. Good thing I love them so much. On the other hand, what I wouldn't love just once to catch them in the act!!! I love quilting, but I hate mending. Something has to go.....oh wait.....no, that won't work. The quilts and the dogs have to stay. I love them both.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Random Thots
Economic stimulus package? Helloo, my economy is over stimulated as it is because of constraints. I think it really needs a laxative.
Ice cream - I could probably live without it. Especially in the winter. However, I can never drive by a Culver's without physically making yummy noises when I read the flavor of the day.
Angels - exist. In great numbers. Trust me on this one.
The voices in our head - we need to listen to them more, laugh at them and with them. We also need to understand their messages may need reprogramming.
Dogs (cats etc)?? We need them, they need us. What are you doing to help them?
Carpet, walls, floors. A place for spot's, spills, muddy paws to go. If you have these because of the pets in your life, think of how many times they've touched your heart. Way more than the floor will ever show.
Pray - consciously. Live the same way too. We sometimes forget this one.
Take your vitamins, drink lots of fluids. The Mom in me made me say this.
Oh, and by the way - I love you. I thought you needed to hear that.
Ice cream - I could probably live without it. Especially in the winter. However, I can never drive by a Culver's without physically making yummy noises when I read the flavor of the day.
Angels - exist. In great numbers. Trust me on this one.
The voices in our head - we need to listen to them more, laugh at them and with them. We also need to understand their messages may need reprogramming.
Dogs (cats etc)?? We need them, they need us. What are you doing to help them?
Carpet, walls, floors. A place for spot's, spills, muddy paws to go. If you have these because of the pets in your life, think of how many times they've touched your heart. Way more than the floor will ever show.
Pray - consciously. Live the same way too. We sometimes forget this one.
Take your vitamins, drink lots of fluids. The Mom in me made me say this.
Oh, and by the way - I love you. I thought you needed to hear that.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Beauty of Retail
The beauty of retail is you just never know what will happen next. And luckily, I work for a family that is very dog friendly. Creative people, dog lovers - ya gotta love it.
We have a store dog who provides therapy for us on a daily basis. We often bring our dogs in for visits. Sidney as made several visits in the name of social training. Which reminds me, it's time for another visit. Every so often a customer will bring their pocket pet in, or a service animal will enter the store on a shopping foray. Nothing like a dog or a baby to bring work to a stand still.
Today, over the paging system I heard "would the owner of a black lab tied to the handicap sign in the parking lot please return to customer service". Well, now, that is a first. They probably didn't know how pet friendly we are. At first I thought I'd imagined that page. I looked at a coworker and asked is she heard what I heard. When the page was repeated a second time I realized I'd heard correctly. As a manager, I knew I'd better investigate. As a dog lover, I knew wild horses couldn't keep me from checking it out.
As I got to customer service I could see a young boy holding on to a large black lab outside the doors. I ask the gals at customer service what's the story on the dog. Well, the lab was left outside while the owners shopped. Perhaps they are new to lab ownership. The lab decided waiting was no fun and proceeded to chew through his leash. Such a labby thing to do. Luckily another shopper snagged the dog preventing him from wandering off, or in to do some shopping of his own.
I took a moment to visit with the boy and his dog. After all, I hadn't had a dog fix in hours - what was I to do! While the lab wasn't particularly tall, he certain made up for height in width! He was a big boy. His name, fittingly, was Angus. Perhaps Angus daydreamed he was chewing his cud, when if fact he chewed his leash. Or perhaps it was an ingenious move that lab's have perfected over century's. Call it leash de jour, call it relieving the boredom, call it what you will. But Marley, and labs all over the world would be proud of Angus. And thankfully, this urban escape artist was roped in by a thoughtful citizen who is no doubt also a dog lover.
We have a store dog who provides therapy for us on a daily basis. We often bring our dogs in for visits. Sidney as made several visits in the name of social training. Which reminds me, it's time for another visit. Every so often a customer will bring their pocket pet in, or a service animal will enter the store on a shopping foray. Nothing like a dog or a baby to bring work to a stand still.
Today, over the paging system I heard "would the owner of a black lab tied to the handicap sign in the parking lot please return to customer service". Well, now, that is a first. They probably didn't know how pet friendly we are. At first I thought I'd imagined that page. I looked at a coworker and asked is she heard what I heard. When the page was repeated a second time I realized I'd heard correctly. As a manager, I knew I'd better investigate. As a dog lover, I knew wild horses couldn't keep me from checking it out.
As I got to customer service I could see a young boy holding on to a large black lab outside the doors. I ask the gals at customer service what's the story on the dog. Well, the lab was left outside while the owners shopped. Perhaps they are new to lab ownership. The lab decided waiting was no fun and proceeded to chew through his leash. Such a labby thing to do. Luckily another shopper snagged the dog preventing him from wandering off, or in to do some shopping of his own.
I took a moment to visit with the boy and his dog. After all, I hadn't had a dog fix in hours - what was I to do! While the lab wasn't particularly tall, he certain made up for height in width! He was a big boy. His name, fittingly, was Angus. Perhaps Angus daydreamed he was chewing his cud, when if fact he chewed his leash. Or perhaps it was an ingenious move that lab's have perfected over century's. Call it leash de jour, call it relieving the boredom, call it what you will. But Marley, and labs all over the world would be proud of Angus. And thankfully, this urban escape artist was roped in by a thoughtful citizen who is no doubt also a dog lover.
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