Monday, August 4, 2014

Rescue Update-Happy to be Wrong

I'm the light of a new day, when the weekend is through and answers can be found, I am happy to be wrong. Happier yet to report that the little senior dog we found yesterday was not abandoned. Rather, her senior "dad" said when he called for her that he had thought shed wandered off to die. They'll be reunited without her setting foot in a shelter. An adventure under her belt and hopefully a happy reunion. Heelers are so dedicated to their owners. She must miss him terribly!

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Walk in Their Shoes - Animal Rescue

Today was supposed to be an ordinary Sunday. My best friend and I had just barely decided that instead of going to a movie as planned, we would spend the afternoon with the big Gibbs the Troublemaker (my American Bulldog) since he was slighted more than just a little bit yesterday while I celebrated my birthday.

We had the family room's wealth of blankets and were off to drop them at the laundry after getting our morning caffeine.

We arrived at the laundry and there was a cute little dog. "Oh she must belong to this lady or that guy..." I thought as I scoped out her stocky but sweet little heeler build. You see, heelers ALWAYS remind me of my first little dog, Harlee.

She came right up to me, checking me out and wandered around the car-all the while being barked at menacingly by Gibbs who was in my car. She had no fear.

She had a keen interest in me though. She watched my every move while I was inside the laundry. I asked Cindy to run next door to the store for some food and water. The little dog ate eagerly. She drank thirstily. As I frantically tapped my VERY FEW animal rescue friends for info, I sat with this senior dog and worried about her near future. Would she have one?

Messages were answered, clues given-who to contact, what could I do? I've been blasted online with stories of animals taken to the shelters. Shelters are vilified so regularly that people often make their decisions based on that. The good thing about shelters-and shelter people-is that the animal can be safely kept off the street. They can be fed. They can be checked out for their health AND they can be checked for a microchip! (Read-Returned to their Owner) The average Joe can't do that last one on their own.

I did not get any resolution in the time that it took for Cindy to make 2 trips to the neighboring store for food and treats (both for the senior girl and for my big guy who was still sitting in the shady spot in the car with the air running. I tell you, when I did get in the car, it was nice and cool!), so we talked when she came back. I would take Gibbs home and she would watch the senior girl I'd started calling "Honey". They bonded over cookies and a sense of peace that allowed the sweet girl to fall asleep on the warm concrete while I was gone.

I returned with Sheldon's leash (it's our best option to make a slip lead) and we walked the opposite way to the neighboring farm supply store for a crate-we had decided that since answers were slowly coming from our limited circle-we were probably going to doggy-juggle with one more dog for the night until we could get her to the shelter.

"Honey" didn't want to leave the spot she was in-she kept looking back. With the way she earnestly searched every car and driver and kept her eye on the spot she was in with such fervor, I started to REALLY think she'd been dumped there, in this blind little corner where the wind collects trash and bug carcasses and little dogs. Since she can't tell me her story, the only thing I can do is surmise.

We got the crate (an expense we can't exactly currently justify) and loaded dog, crate (and clean blankets from the laundry) into the car to come home for one of those "this should be interesting" kinds of days (and nights).

The good ole boys (Sheldon and Mickey) came out to greet her and after Mickey gave her a "this is my house" growl/bark/air-snap he shrugged off her presence. Sheldon greeted her like he does all other dogs. Proper butt sniff and carry on. We got her (hobbling) up the stairs. We suspect arthritis-hope it's not more serious-caused her hips to hitch.
She was going to be safe in "Nana's" room and it would only be until operating hours at the shelter. Then I got a message from one of the Facebook resources that networks shelter and rescue animals. One of the girls who transports animals would be able to take her and keep her safe for the night AND take her to the shelter. Best News Ever for me. It meant that Gibbs (who was starting to get a little squirrelly in the family room) wouldn't have to live on edge for the next 24 hours! It (selfishly) meant that someone else would do the tough part of relinquishing this sweet senior girl to the shelter.

We drove her over to this kind woman's home and the little stinker recalled that cookie-warm-concrete-nap bond she had with Cindy and wouldn't get out of the car. Cindy had to pick her up. Then she wouldn't walk to the curb. Cindy had to pick her up. After we took our leave, I was told she spent some time wandering around IN the wading pool!

It's been several hours since we left her with this rescue angel of mercy. I am crazy-tired and I can't even imagine, after walking 50 yards in the shoes of a rescuer what a mile would be like??

Animal rescuers-I salute and applaud you!

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls

The lazy mornings with Gibbs can be the most rewarding-He's such a needy love bug. Pet me, pet me he whines. Today It was foot rubbing tummy time-and I looked over to see these poses... which makes me happy that my phone was handy. I instantly thought of the Titanic meme that's going around. "Draw me like one of your French girls". Sketch Guru app to the rescue!

Monday, March 31, 2014

Gibbys' Gotcha Day Anniversary

It's been 2 years.
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2 years ago today, I went to the Denny's parking lot on Redwood and North Temple in SLC. It was for a pickup. Cindy's cousin needed to rehome this dog and I had pretty much fallen for his face on facebook. I couldn't believe the behemoth that clamored out of the pickup truck.. he was a giant and he seemed to recognize that I was someone he wanted in his life.

He got in the car and he didn't look back. I didn't either, even through all the trouble he caused in the coming months. Even when I sat on the stairs and cried like a baby after pulling him off my Harlee. Even after having to do so again and again with Mickey and once even Sheldon. I never looked back. Just wept out of fear and frustration that I might fail him.

He's still got some issues. I know he's a quick learner on some things and stubborn as the day is long on others. I still have hope for the big guy. Meanwhile I celebrate him - because he's a dog, with a shorter lifespan than humans, who looks for me every moment I'm not around (or anticipates my reappearance at the very least). I've learned through the loss of my Harlee that you have to grab on to those little moments. Create memories. They're gone too soon and so terribly missed.

So, since today is the anniversary of the day we both said "Gotcha" and didn't look back. Instead we chose each other, and because of this I celebrated with a people/dog cake (which still could use some improvement for the people, maybe a little more honey and some cinnamon...). 

Recipe: Cake for People and their Dog (we doubled the honey in both cake and icing-suggest tripling honey in cake and adding cinnamon. Icing was perfect).

Read some of our adventures over the past 2 years:
Meet Gibbs
Gibbs Big Day
Smart Puppy
Dog. Walk. Dog.
You Don't Always Get the Dog You Want...
More Dog Aggression
Dog Days
Pets in the Heat (this one was particularly educational for me)
Merry Christmas 2013 (this one is mostly for the sweet Google Auto Awesome picture of me and my boys)
Gibbs the Troublemaker's Gotcha Day

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Gibbs the Troublemaker's Gotcha Day

It's just around the corner, the 2nd anniversary of the day we brought Gibbs home is on Monday, 3/31. What a big change he's made in my life, in good ways. In stressful ways. In ways I have to do things. He's a bundle of love. And Trouble.
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My life will never be the same because of this dog. I'm not complaining, because I wouldn't trade him for the world. I would only trade his anxiety and his selective aggression issues with other dogs. And his startled-fearful behavior.

Luckily those things I can do something about-With a little help. Which is why I've decided to 'crowd fund' my needs. Gibbs has some wonderful admirers on his facebook page and maybe, just maybe we can get him the training he deserves to be a happy, social and fearless pooch! After all, he's only 2 and a half. He's got a long life to live yet!

If you're interested in helping with our crowd funding project, the link is below:

Friday, December 27, 2013

That's Alright Mama - Matthew and Gunnar Nelson 1998

One of the many videos I have needed to put into the digital era... Fortunately I got a VHS to DVD machine so that I can reduce the size of the stuff in my closet to something more manageable, with most of my videos being either stuff from the television (Nelson clips from 25 years ago) or from shows and events I filmed myself (all too amateurishly), I figured this will be the year of reduction. I already reduced stacks and stacks of paper memorabilia to digital files, it's time to relegate the VHS to a digital world too. It's going to be a long project, but should be worth a few laughs.

I was pleasantly surprised when this song was one I discovered had been performed. I had forgotten that particular piece of information regarding this show from 15 years ago (has it BEEN that long??).

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas 2013

It has been a really nice day. It was very different than the last 14 Christmases - instead of crack-of-dawn gifting we went with a more peaceful Christmas Eve dinner out. It was nice to go out, to see the loved ones and come home with plans to sleep in (if I had remembered to turn off my alarm) this morning. My best friend Cindy and I went to see 'Saving Mr. Banks' (a tear jerker for this diehard Mary Poppins fan) and afterward, we came home to have a nice country walk with Sheldon and Gibbs before fixing a delicious dinner for those of us in the house.

I get to wait until tomorrow to watch the last Matt Smith episode of Doctor Who - his leaving breaks my heart. Without cable TV I'll have to stay away from spoilers from now until then... eek, no Pinterest? Can I do it? Sure... I prefer the no-spoiler route after all. I will probably keep busy trying to figure out this VHS to DVD conversion thing, to try to pare down my closet stack just a bit more... I guess that means a whole bunch of Nelson video watching is in my future, since those are the VHS tapes I have left.

Until I can watch the Doctor Who Christmas special, I'll keep on showing my support (you know, because Doctor Who is to me what team sports are to others... something to be watched, cheered, dressed for and get completely emotional over) as well as my holiday spirit in my Doctor Whoville shirt from "my dogs".

The Christmas rush is over, another year of carols and specials behind us. Hopefully we can carry the joy and good cheer farther than just the wee hours of tonight. Be good to yourselves and to all those you love. Pay it forward. Rescue an animal. Do good works. I hope I can do several of these in the year to come.

For tonight, Santa finally gets a break and so do I! Merry Christmas everyone!

Saturday, November 9, 2013

It’s not Ozzie and Harriet

Today I embarked upon a new adventure. I’m 40-something years old and can honestly say that until today, I've never cleaned an oven. OK, so I've been around when those toxic bombs you put inside (aka “Oven Cleaner”) go off, and I've had a wonderful life, in which mothers, grandmothers and roommates do the dirty deed. I have to admit; also, that it’s been awhile since my own oven has been cleaned (by aforementioned roommate) so I thought “Pinterest to the Rescue!” and hauled out the vinegar and baking soda.

One other thing I've never done is the “volcano” experiment. OK. So I KNEW there would be a chemical reaction… that’s exactly what I was planning for in my “natural oven cleaning” approach… but I didn't THINK about it when I concocted the miracle cleaner – nowhere near my oven.

On the plus side, that cabinet, counter-top and floor area “OVER THERE” is sparkling.

After cleaning up that misjudgment, I started to work. Ever so elegantly grubbily attired in my Avengers PJs (a girl needs all the help she can get-Avengers Assemble, this oven ain't gonna clean itself*) hanging upside down, half inside-half outside my oven, getting gunge from all manners of dinners and desserts and food fiascoes all over myself, gritting my teeth and employing “elbow grease”… which must also be comprised of spittle from seething and maybe even skin from the heel of one’s hand… the definition of the phrase is just about accurate enough to describe the level of scrubbing I engaged in.

After several heats in which I coated the thing with this "sparkling" (it bubbles - made me think of sparkling water) paste, let it set, scrubbed and scraped, I’m down to this:

Apparently there will be a grudge match.

I won’t call this a “Pinterest Fail” but I would caution everyone that it IS NOT a miracle… It’s a good old fashioned natural cleaner without much in the way of fumes or any scent really, so that’s good. It’s "old fashioned", which means you’re going to have to invest some of your strength, some time and get up close and personal with your oven. More than once if your oven started out like mine did.

*I don’t even know how useful the “self-cleaning” feature on our oven is… I've never used it either.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Paperback Hero & Matt Nelson ~ Lullaby (+playlist)

It's been a Nelson week for me. I've decided to evict the twins from my closet... I need the space dammit! SO... "project digital" began with an all-nighter a week ago. Project Digital was something I had only dreamed of, since I knew it would be a time consuming mess, but I am trying to reduce the bulk of "THINGS" in my little house so all of a sudden, there was no time like now. Just today I finished oodles of scanning and now I will be fulfilling my grand plans to break away from all of this paper historical craziness with some kind of searchable database. In my erstwhile efforts to ensure accuracy in my new-found plan for organization, I was Googling up some details and came across this fine video of Matthew Nelson with Paperback Hero... 2009, precursor to Elvis Monroe? Possibly. Fantastic? Absolutely!

Monday, August 12, 2013

Dog Days

Yesterday we discovered that sometime in the past couple of days, Gibbs ate a sock. Not a little sock, not an ankle sock or even a knee sock... but one of those long stretchy, slouchy, over-the-knee socks. How was this discovered? The usual way, he was having a heck of a time completing an outdoor transaction.

Mom to the rescue (?)... Oh Joy! The things we do for our sweet doggies.

I tried to assist with a little "midwifery" of sorts-but only caused him discomfort, pain, anguish, and made him cry... yeah. mom to the rescue my hiney.

So, the length of sock (which was shocking) was cut so that we could dispose of that... and we left him to his sad self for a thorough hand-washing. When I tried to clean him up... it was not terribly bad, but he didn't like my attention on his hind end ANY MORE. I managed nonetheless.

My poor big boy was so lethargic at that point, I felt not only bad, but scared. Enough to call emergency vet numbers. almost 6 of them! Only one had an identifying message (so that I could be certain I was actually calling a pet care facility) so that's the one I left a message at). I was relieved at the speed the doctor called back and he reassured me by his calm suggestions that we try a number of things: Kitty hairball remedy (goopy stuff to lubricate his insides); gentle OTC laxatives and milk-and-or-pumpkin.

We might have gone overboard by trying all of the above, but there was no terrible night. No mess to clean up and at some point in the night or early this AM he managed to finish his task. He was much more like my "Gibbys" than he was for much of yesterday. SO... I think I'm in love with my vet, who I've never met. And I'm so happy my Gibbys is feeling better. I hear (since I'm working today) that he's running up and down the stairs and playing, so I'm feeling much better myself.

Be careful where you leave things like tights, socks, pantyhose, etc. these things can cause blockages and cost thousands of dollars in emergency surgery. I'm just so relieved that this guy seems to be getting back to his regular self.

On to Sheldon. He's going down the stairs like a 90,000 year old. Ok, exaggeration... but he's definitely hobbling the stairs a bit, so I am thinking he's overdone it again. I rubbed him down, checked his paws and legs and the rear left seemed to be tender upon flexing, so I'm hoping a dose or 2 of his pain meds will have him back to the springy, spunky guy (even though that's probably exactly why he's feeling this way) he's always been in no time!

Oh, can I just repeat, the things we do for our sweet doggies...

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Friday, August 2, 2013

Garden Party - Birthday Memory

Today's my birthday. I always tend make a big deal out of my own birthdays because no one else really does. I mean, they don't have to, I'm an adult. But there was a time that I thought my birthday was a pretty big deal, for about 5 minutes.

Way back, when I was 5, I remember being at a get-together, a birthday celebration for a friend of my mom's and my uncle's. Jack and I shared a birthday so I felt it was my party too.

It was an outdoor gathering, I don't remember if it was a bucket o' chicken and beers or a BBQ and beers, the one thing I do remember is the song Garden Party coming on and how I excitedly thought that the song was a personalized anthem for the night. My mom dispelled my thinking.
"Mom, he's singing about us, we're having a garden party"
"No, Sherry, that's not what the song is about-go play"
Queue the first time I thought my mom didn't know what she was talking about!

OK, so she was right. I know this now. But when I heard the song this morning on my drive, all I could do was smile and think... 40 years later, Rick Nelson was singing Garden Party for me, for my birthday... then AND this morning.

Celebrate my birthday with me, listen to Rick's sons performing Garden Party, choose the original, or enjoy both: