Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Helping the cause

Saturday my Girl Scout troop held an event at the local library to help raise awareness for the organization from which Thunder & Rocky were adopted. It was a program for kids. A woman from the organization came & talked to the kids about abused & neglected animals in our county. The kids then made a pet scrapbook & were given examples of 'pennies for pets" banks to make at home. When their banks are full of pennies, they can be donated to help feed & care for the animals, or they can use the $ to adopt a pet. We had a small turn-out,but it was fun & gave my girls experience doing a program.

Thunder was a bad boy yesterday. He managed to escape & get away from me outside. He was being a twerp & not coming in. Usually a treat will do the trick, but not this time! We have alot of woods & such, so I just prayed he went back there, and not in the road. Finally he came onto the porch, but if I opened the door, he ran. He is a stubborn old dog- he must have mule in his background somewhere! When he finally consented to come in, PEEEEEEE-YEW! He stunk like rotten meat! It was really bad because he is long haired! I had to give him an emergency bath! Yuk!

Rocky is getting bigger- he has huge paws, so I fear he has a bit more growing. He is still mellow & lovable. I have been so busy with my biz, my J-O-B, halloween events & appts., we haven't had time to go for a long walk. Today I am working at home, so we will probably get a good walk in. I hope so- I notice the difference if I don't walk!

I have some absolutely cute pictures of the boys if I can only get them to load onto the site.

Anyway, I have to get the kiddo ready for school, feed the goats, walk the dogs, and begin another wonderful day!

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Doggy Heaven or is doggy_____?

Boy, we've been having a whole lot of fun here with dogs. My son Brynn and his girlfriend have taken over parentage of a pitbull/akita mix, named Duke. Duke sure stirs things up around here!

He and Rocky wrestle around, and Thunder freaks out. I believes he's jealous, plus he feels the need to remind Duke that he had better watch his step. After all, Thunder is top dog in this house. Not that it means much. Rocky is so mellow, you barely know he's here. He doesn't chew alot - he'd better not, with about $50.00 worth of chew toys strewn end-to-end in the house and yard. He's not a barker, or a jumper. When you say it's time for treats, he sits before you tell him to and looks at you with those big sad eyes. He is so pathetic- he warms hearts in an instant. I think he would be a good volunteer dog- one that visits nursing homes,hospitals, etc...

Duke and Rocky get going and it's comical! Duke will literally have Rocky's head in his mouth, but he never hurts him. In fact, Rocky comes back for more! Rocky will play like a hellion and challenge Thunder and Duke into a grand old wrestling match. But when he's done, he's done. We almost named him Crash as he is crashed out so much of the time!

Of course, our puppy still has "mistakes". Apparently, so does Duke. So we are on constant watch and endless activity.

The dogs will go out. They come in and have a huge drink. They go back out. When they come in, they practice their tricks, receiving treats. Better go out again. Come in. We go out to feed the goats- the dogs come out, too. We go in, they have ANOTHER huge drink. Back out. Come in. Go to bed. Pee in the house while we sleep.

But we love them dearly. My cousin Tracy has a dog that is experiencing a hip problem that will only get worse. Although the vet has given drugs to ease the pain and such, my cousin knows it' s only a matter of time before she has to have the dog put to sleep. She and her husband were discussing it today, and she said she bursted out crying. She is torn by her love for her furry friend. One the one hand, she does not want to see it suffer. One the other hand, it's like having your child put to sleep. We couldn't imagine it.

And now, another day has come to an end. The dogs are napping ( hopefully for the night!) and it's time for me to say Good night!

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

My adopted dogs

We have adopted 3 dogs in all and I wouldn't trade the experience for anything in the world.

The first adopted dog was "Goldberg", adopted in August of 1998. Goldberg was named after a wrestler by my son. Goldberg was a black lab & god knows what. He was black & white & probably the best dog ever. Goldberg had a somewhat rough life. We only had him a few days when he got horribly sick. He had diarrhea and was listless. Come to find out, he had parvo. Parvo will usually kill a dog, but we must have caught it in the nick of time. After a few days in the doggy hospital, Goldberg was good to go. Next, on a fishing trip with my son and his girlfriend, Goldberg fell into the pond. My son jumped in and saved the day, not to mention the dog. A few months later, we moved into our new home. While backing up in our yard to deliver our washer, our friend kind of hit Goldberg with his van. No big deal, Goldberg carried on! A month or two later, we went to a baseball game. When we returned and walked into the house, Goldberg had a huge bump on his head! According to the neighbors, Goldberg was out when we left ( must have snuck out!). He went in the raod, and got hit by a car! No big deal, Goldberg again pulled through.

We could take Goldberg out of state to my Grandmothers or to my sisters, and he would always stay in their yard- without a leash!

He was unusually kind to those with disabilities and illness. He loved the litle boy I babysat that would sit around and chew on Goldbergs tail or pull on his ear. After my Dad was diagnosed with cancer, Goldberg would sit right near him whenever he was here! Dad died in May 2004. In the spring of 2006, Goldberg had to be put to sleep, and went to visit Grandpa up in that big playground in the sky. He himself had cancer from what the vet could tell. Goldberg was one in a million-a faithful friend that will never be forgotten.