AWOL

I've been promoted! I have the important role of blogging for the prairie dog canine rescue. So far it's been really fun, but time consuming. I've felt like I've spent more time behind the computer then in front, and as such I have no stories to tell. My poor own dogs. So I've decided since I can't keep up, I'm going to take a step back from the blog about my dogs, so I can actually spend time with them, (and my husband, but he isn't as important =)

Please visit me at http://prairiedogcaninerescue.blogspot.com/ . Wendy takes amazing pictures of the rescue dogs, and some of the stories are really inspirational!

A Hard Day at Work

Monday's are exhausting.

For Everything Else There's Mastercard

I was doing a mental inventory of Sadie's vet visits. This is on top of the regular annual visit and vaccines.

Spay and anal gland removal - $800
Worm incident - $100
Toe nail removal and subsequent antibiotics - $150
Barium enema for possible blockage - $150
Eye scan after incident with husband and elastic band - $100
Removal of fox tail from nasal cavity - $50
Re attachment of ear after foster dog incident - $750
Teeth cleaning - $400
Antibiotics for recurrent stye infection - $70
Diagnosis of mild separation anxiety and prescription of DAPP pheromone - $40 per month
Urinalysis from falling through the ice incident - $60


Then I got to thinking about Duke...........ummmm well he had an ear infection one time.

Amanda cleaning out Duke's ears while Wendy gaggs - two starbucks

Spooning with my angels at night - Priceless

Evil River Strikes Again!

The results are in, and it seems Sadie's incident at the river has left more then just emotional scars. The blood in her urine apparently has a distinctive pattern under the microscope to indicate some sort of blunt force trauma. Something like falling through ice. So it's back to the vet we go. Did I ever mention how much our vet loves us?


The scene of the crime (courtesy of Wendy photography)

Bladder Infection Anyone?

You know you have a problem when your husband emails you a picture like this at work, and tell you it's your dogs urine.

Memories

Have you ever seen that really sad commercial where the old man comes home and tells his wife he picked up the milk? The wife smiles and pats his weathered hand. Then when the old man leaves she looks all sad and opens the fridge to put the milk away, and inside the fridge there is about 4 or 5 cartons of milk. It's a commercial for a support group for the families dealing with Alzheimer's.

Well I was putting my groceries away today..............and yes it is me who does the majority of the shopping.

The God Mother's

I have a slight obsession with our untimely demise. Maybe it comes from helping with rescue and seeing dogs left homeless after their owners passing or maybe I've just watched one too many T.V. shows. Regardless, I have been determined to arrange placement for them in the event. The only problem is their placement arrangements keep changing.

Sadie was originally going to my parents, and then they adopted the devil spawned pug. Duke and Mira were going to go into our rescue and then during an adoption fair I mentioned to Amanda that Mira would have a melt down at one of these events and she said "oh ya, Mira is totally unadoptable"!! So I have decided instead to place the onus of the well being of each angel in separate God Mother's. That way they will feel tremendous pressure to either keep them or find them loving homes.

Sadie has been gifted the God Mother Amanda. And yes after the last incident I did ensure that she still in fact wanted this responsibility and she said yes! Amanda said she would probably keep Sadie, I believe she muttered something about liability issues if she adopted her out.

Mira has been gifted the God Mother Roberta. Mira has stranger, small children, and male gender issues. Roberta is perfect because she is single, lives with her sister and has no kids! She just has to remain status quo!

Duke has been gifted the God Mother Wendy. Duke loves Wendy a lot. But I suppose it would put an end to Coulee and Duke's current relationship. I believe adopted sibling love is frowned upon.

So now it's in writing ladies. That must make a binding legal contract right?

And Then Reality Sets In

So as much as I'd like to believe that I made it to the bottom of the jagged cliff in a single bound, my protesting body tells me otherwise. I struggled out of bed this morning and after surveying the damage I have found some significant bruising and lacerations. Mostly down the backs of my legs and thighs. So really I must have slid down the cliff on my butt. Not the red caped hero that I originally thought, but it worked, so I'm happy.

Then my history in drug dealing (legally!) surfaces and I'm thinking, if I could cultivate and bottle adrenaline I would be a rich women.......hmmmmmm........

In the Event of an Emergency

You have all seen or heard of those stories where someone acted in an emergency situation and they say they didn't even think about it, they just did it. I've always wondered if I had what it takes to "just do it" if the occasion presented itself. Now I have an answer. It's exactly true, you just do it. It's like your watching someone else, someone cool, calm, and collected take control and your just watching thinking holy shit their doing everything right.

Sadie fell through the ice today. It was actually quite ironic because it was immediately after Amanda said that in the event of our untimely death she would take Sadie, that I noticed her and Kort wandering over by the cliff that precedes the river. We called them, and Kort, who is still a puppy, came back and Sadie who must have caught wind of the geese who had prematurely returned, didn't even glance back. By the time I got to the cliff and saw her heading toward the partially frozen river I had let out a number of blood curdling screams and it must have looked as if I had succumbed to an untimely death to my horrified onlooking friends as I stumbled over the cliff and down the embankment.

I believe it was at the point where I saw her break thru the ice that the adrenaline kicked in and I performed feats that I could never duplicate in real life. Somehow I managed to make it from the top of a steep, icy cliff to the river bottom in under 10 seconds, in one piece. I don't even remember touching the ground. Hell even high school math resurfaced and I remembered that the greater the surface area the less mass in any one spot. So as I am laying flat on the ice, belly crawling to my struggling terrier I am thinking, I better have gotten that freakin' equation right! I pull her out and remove the ridiculous coat that I have her in, irritated that it could have weighed her down, and put my coat over her shaking body. As I make my way up I'm struggling to hold her and keep my footing on the icy incline, and by this point Mira is deeply disturbed and barreling her way down to me impeding my path.

Thank God for good friends. At the point where I could no longer make progress I see them at the top of the hill and they too are "just doing it". They tell me to put Sadie down and she makes her way to them. While Amanda makes her way to me, grabs me and hurls me to the top with strength I had yet to experience, Jolene already has her coat off and Sadie wrapped, while Wendy is herding our other 10, (yes 10) dogs.

And when you think you don't have the stamina to run with a shaking wet terrier across a park field your wrong. You only see that your next move is the car and cranking the heater full force on your way to warm blankets and a soft bed. And it's only when the last drop of adrenaline leaves your blood that your mind allows you to think what if, instead of do what. And that's when you become what you thought you would be all along, a quivering mass, curled in the fetal position, holding your precious bundle. And then you realize what you could have lost, and it's clear what your next move will be.

The Black Widow

Mira loves it when we bring home young, male, foster dogs. She has the whole routine down pack. Day one, she acts aloof and bashful. Enticing them with only the slightest of intentions. Day two, she plays slightly flirtatious, but very indirectly. She will roll over on the floor beside them and kick her feet playfully, "accidentally" giving them the lightest nudge. Day three she is a full blown bar star. I can see her in a tight mini skirt, tube top, bangles and high heels. She saunters out of the bedroom and has built up the tension so much by this point that all she has to do is glance in their direction and it's all over. There is running, rolling, nibbling, kissing, it's really disgusting actually, because I know the sad fate of this relationship. They never see it coming. But like most young beautiful women, once the thrill of the hunt is over, the novelty wears off. When Mira has had enough, game over, black widow style. This morning I missed the kill, she did it while I was still sleeping, but I heard it. And when it started security kicked in and the poor bastard got it from the terrier as well. His heart was shattered. But that's the plight of the black widow, it's about survival of the fittest.

Victim number 13-02-09

Fireside

A peaceful night was spent round the fire.

Can't Fight the Seether

Seether is neither loose nor tight,Seether is neither black nor white.
I tried to keep her on a short leash,I tried to calm her down.
I tried to ram her into the ground, yeah.

Cant fight the seether
I cant see her till Im foaming at the mouth.

Seether is neither big nor small.Seether is the center of it all.
I tried to rock her in my cradle,I tried to knock her out,
I tried to cram her back in my mouth, yeah.

Cant fight the seether
I cant see her till Im foaming at the mouth.

Keep her down, boiling water, Keep her down, what a lovely daughter.
Oh, she is not born like other girls, But I know how to conceive her.
Oh, she may not look like other girls,But shes a snarl-toothed seether, seether!

Cant fight the seether

I cant see her till Im foaming at the mouth.

Bloodsport

This is Sadies birthday present. We got it from Paws on the Run Doggy Daycare. We had to take it away shortly after she recieved it. Sadie takes balls very seriously, if you can make it out in the close up that is blood on the elastic string.

The Hair on my Chinny Chin Chin

I was reading Sarah's blog http://digit-fetchit-herdit.blogspot.com/ about Kaleb's greying chin and it got me thinking of Duke. We don't really know how old he is, but his estimated birthday was 2004, making him around 4 or 5. This last year his chin has turned grey, making me think he is older then we thought. What do you think?






I tried to get one of his teeth. Ok no comments! This was the best I got!

Happy Birthday Sadie

Sadie turned 4 years old yesterday. Happy Birthday to my angel!!!!

Closed for the Season

This has to be the worst time of year for dog owners. Don't get me wrong, I love that the weather is warming up and I can take my dogs on walks that last longer then the time it takes to bundle up for them. However, the combination of dusty wind, melting snow and 12 furry feet have made my life a nightmare! I'm reveling in my past decision when buying the house without carpet. I couldn't imagine trying to deal with this without my precious swifter wet jet. My feeble attempts to keep on top of the mud have long since dissipated, and I have decided instead to ban any visitors to my house until the snow is gone. I think that's a better plan.