LGD=Livestock Guardian Dog, Pyr =
Great Pyrenees, OES=Old English Sheepdog, ASD=Anatolian Shepherd Dog, GSD= German Shepherd Dog,
AC or ACO=Animal Control (officer) or Air Conditioner (as appropriate to make sense),
HV=Home Visit. HW=Heartworm, HS=Humane Society,
HC = Health Certificate, Doxy=Doxycycline (a medication)
|12/31: Sally (aka Thumper) arrived.
|12/29: The trials of 'parenthood' to JoJo. Taking deep breaths
and trying to keep a happy outlook....becoming hard when you go
Had my weekly massage. Got home, cooked chicken for the dogs,
fed, took a hot bath. Dozed off in the tub several times. Finally
got out and clean pajamas on. Curled up with the wild ones to watch
TV for an hour. Sounded like the house was invaded by 15 giant dogs
(Oh, guess it was). Decided to retreat to the spare bedroom and give
the 'other half' of the pack some
'bed' time. Stepped in something wet... Not water. Pajama leg got
wet. slipped out of the bottoms only to turn the bedspread back and
get a wet leg. Then the smell overwhelmed me. JoJo (not positive but
most likely) had watered the side of the bed. Putting my glasses on,
decided this could not wait until morning. Slipped into sweat pants
(after washing my leg) and went out to the garage for the steam
cleaning. Could not remember which of the 2 identical ones worked
best. Dropped off the bedspread in the laundry room on the way. Drug
in one cleaner only to find JoJo had opened the laundry room door
and drug out the bedspread. I Got the vacuum out to go over the
carpet first. It was clogged...totally. Could not remember the
secret to getting inside to clean it out. Brute force finally
accomplished that feat and I didn't even break anything. I had
grabbed the steam cleaner that did not work very good. Half way
through the steam cleaning it croaked. It quit picking up water. Now
the carpet was really wet. Went and got the other one. Just picked
up water with it. It seemed to be working good so I filled it and
finished cleaning the rest of the carpet.... until it died. I turned
it off to empty the bucket and then it would not turn on. Part of
the carpet was/is really wet. Decided dirty dogs on wet carpet is
way worse then just dirty dogs on dry carpet. So window got cracked
open (38 degrees outside) and door got closed.
After half-ass putting everything up (rolling up cords and
lining the dying machines up against the wall), I escaped back
to my bedroom. Because the wild ones have only been eating at
night inside, I could not let everyone in. JoJo and Dillon were
disappointed so the playing began. By now it was after 2 a.m.
Cola never wants to let anyone eat until she has had her fill.
She barks at them.... and so that is how my night went...
to Lowes pretty soon to buy another steam cleaner. Maybe Tim can
see if there is an electrical short in the one before I toss it.
The other one is just contrary. Has been like this for years.
I'll give it a rest and it will work on the tile floors. That
way I can mop up what ever water it leaves behind.
|12/27: More rain. Non-stop. House smells like
wet dogs... probably because it is full of them.
Got about 5 straight hours of sleep. That
10 second nap yesterday did no good. I went to be at 5:30!!!
Watched "Person of Interest" on Netflix. Turned off the TV
around 6:30 so the wild bunch would come back in the room. The
life size people and voices on the TV still worry them. At
least they are not freaking anymore. Baby steps. Was
just about asleep a dozen times. Cola and Pumpkin can be so
vocal. They did not want to let Fraz and Emo in. And if
I get up, then Fraz and Emo run. So I just lay in bed calmly
saying "Lets be nice. No growling". I gave up about
midnight and went to the spare bedroom. After calming
Zelda so Sahara could come in, I petted until I fell asleep.
Hanna woke me up at 5:30, struggling to get on the bed. We
cuddled for about 10 minutes and then I got up. Goofy needed
out. Chicken needed cooked for their breakfast. I had
not washed their dishes last night. Wild ones ate all night so
had those bowls to wash. Made a breakfast cake while getting
everyone fed. It is still dark outside. Tempted to go
back to bed but I really need to organize something.... taxes, my
desk, cabinets, the list is endless.
Evening: I'm too old for JoJo. He is such a
wonderful goofball, but I am not fit enough for a 120 pound 5 year
old puppy. He has been crying out side sine I had to put him
back when Dillon came back. Could not stand it any more.
They are all getting along but he came in like a tornado. Crib
mattresses and toddler beds slid across the floor, dogs ran to hide.
He had to mark everything. Had to counter surf. One
thing he does accomplish is making me be neat. My desk is
clear and so are the kitchen counters. My breakfast cake is in
the microwave for safe keeping. Last time I put him in
the 'his' bathroom but it was not raining. I'm not sure which
bed I will be occupying tonight. I don't think he would
eat the faucet handles off the tub in the spare bathroom, but who
knows. I had Tim bring up a crate. Thought I better be
prepared. I'll be up and down letting him out to potty no matter
where I put him. My "c" still falls off my keyboard so I don't
dare leave these door open.
He is obsessed with the crate. He
recognizes the pad and blanket and wants to get them out. I'm
sure they will be in pieces before morning. I'll give him some
stuffies which he will devour first. I found the Kongs.
Hopefully that will keep him occupied.
|12/26: Ever tried to have a 10 second nap? No,
not dozing off at the computer. Actually getting a blanket off
the shelf, taking your shoes off, moving the dogs butt, who got on
the bed before you, helping up another dog, snuggling under the
blanket.... and then Goofy barks his "I need you" bark.
Exit is blocked by the wild ones. I throw the blanket off
(covering up Hanna), slip into my shoes, not bothering to tie
them, grab a leash and escort Goofy through the family room and out
the door. He stops. He won't move. He will not
walk the 30' to the grass to go pee. We just stand there.
He wants to go in the garage. He hates car rides. We
stand there. I drag him back inside. Unleash him.
Turn on the heat. Leave the family room door open. Hanna is
still covered up. I give up. That moment of 'dozing off'
is gone. I uncover Hanna and throw the blanket over the pillow
and here I am!
Yesterday was great weather. Today is storms
again. Parker in the tub hiding. I'd like to sew but my back
is hurting really bad. Think a nerve is pinched.
Besides, if the thunder rolls again, I need to be near the dogs.
Christmas. My son posted pix of the kids opening
presents. I wish I had been there. I miss family even
more after deciding I needed to stay here at least another year.
I can do so much good with the money in the IRA since it is now tax
free and my social security will not become taxable. This is
huge. My biggest concern with moving was uprooting the old
dogs. Most are just too old to make have to readjust. When 5
of the 6 are gone, then I know it will be right to move.
I'm still going to get rid of a lot of stuff.
I'll be having yard sales all next year! It will take that
long. I want thing fixed around here. Floor polished.
Walls washed. Small annoying things needing repaired.
That dining room set gone! I want things neat, clean, and
useful. I still need JoJo and Beth Ann gone. I need to
get into the senior center with the poster for Beth Ann. she
would be perfect for an elderly person with no other animal.
JoJo will need someone active. Dillon is fine here, but it
would be so nice if he was where he could feel as special as he is.
Same with Louise. So many applications, but none that are
right for her. Olaf, well, people do not know what they are
missing with this goofball. I so wish BDHP in Colorado would
take Dillon, Olaf, JoJo and Louise. They do such a great job
of placing the dogs and I completely trust them. Just not sure
what I'll ever do with Lakota. He really needs the right
person. I won't knowingly set him up for disaster.
|12/24: Not moving. A tax law I had been hoping for
was made permanent so it is in mine and the dogs best interest to
stay put. Disappointed but I have to be practical.
Huge storm all night. Broke just long enough for me to get the food
bowls out for the wild ones for breakfast. No sooner got them laid
out then it hit again so got soaked getting them back in. The wild
bunch had no trouble being right on my heels heading inside. Storms
do help their socialization.
Parker freaked all night. He went from bathtub to bathtub to
closet and back again. I was up most of the night anyway
with a touch of food poisoning. So the poor guy kept trying
to be close to me. In the tub when I hit the bathroom, and
in the closet when I'd get in bed. He lost me once and went
outside looking for me. I always do head counts. Ran out in
the downpour looking for him. He was shaking with terror in
the garage, I could not get him to move. I had not thought
to grab a leash and he has no collar. I didn't want to leave
him to run the 60' back to the house to get a leash so I
took off my pajama top and wrapped around his neck. Yes,
that left me half naked, but it worked and I got him back in
the house and dry. Good thing I have several 'night
I switched back and forth between beds.
Everyone wanted near me. Even the wild ones.
Dillon, Chipi and Hanna had to be on the bed with me.
I have determined the advantage to King over Queen.
Three huge dogs on a King and there is just enough room for
me if they are arranged just right. Queen size and I
get left out. The space that is mine on the King does
not exist on a queen.
|12/22: Dillon went and is back. He was a bit too
interested in their cats. Fixated is a good word.
I've turned down several applicants for Louise.
Alone 9 hours, 4' fencing, cats, chickens, just a lot of things that
would not work to her benefit.
I should be cheering as Betty and Nancy were able
to walk Cola, Leslie and Patty. We are making progress.
They really did good.
I'm so emotionally tired. I just want
things to move faster while time stands still.
|7/15: Only one left outside is Beth Ann. JoJo is back in
the house with me. Yards are coming down. Interviewing
realtors. Searching online property in Gooding, Idaho. Hard to
jump for the perfect house because I'd be in a bind if this one did
not sell quickly. But settling for some little place and then
building might take so long. Building would definitely be more
costly and something already built. Just such a tough call. I
need faith that what ever I decide will be the right decision.
That is never easy for me. I so wanted to move to Washington,
but land, houses and DOG RULES are impossible. Twin Falls is
impossible too. Gooding is small, friendly and I lived there
for 10 years from 1980 to 1990. I will have people who know me
there. Not like going there 'cold'. I made wedding gowns
for dozens of the women there. I have a legacy.
I'm wishing it were not so close to Christmas. I
really want to start selling stuff I know I will not be taking with.
Trying before Feb. would probably be a waste of time. I just
sent an email to the model train club. Maybe one of their
members or friends is in the market. I also made a vague post
on FB to alert other rescues or potential rescuers. .
|12/7: The stress for today. Why does everything come
at once. Luckily I plan ahead. Took Mint and Isabella in
to the vet last week so I would be prepared to get the health
certificates if they got on transport tomorrow. They said it
was unlikely, but email last night said it's a "go". So
will drop off the paper for the HC this morning. Then an
appointment at 10. Then pick up the HC after that. Then
another appointment in the afternoon. My biggest stress will
be tomorrow. I will be driving in unfamiliar territory.
Going to a town I have not been to in well over 10 years. Mint
and Isabella are too big to fit in my friends vehicle so I have to
drive them the whole way to their 'take off' place to KC and then on
to Colorado. I just do not handle driving anywhere anymore.
Evening: Survived the day but missed my massage.
Trip to Rogers tomorrow so will try to get in on Wednesday. My
one hour of bliss in an otherwise crazy week.
I've been wanting to move to Washington state to be near my
daughter but getting very discouraged. Prices are so high and
dog restrictions are horrid. So been looking at Idaho property
to be near my son. Prices are affordable but dog restrictions
are even worse. I will investigate surrounding counties later
in the week. I can't do that in WA because the county is so
huge that to get in another county would put me over 2 hours from my
daughter. I don't want to be more then an hour from her.
Arkansas is not great, but at least one feels a sense of freedom on
their own property.
|12/4: Just heard one of the pair I saved a year ago died.
It hurts almost as bad as when one of the ones here dies. I
hate the agony of not knowing, but afraid to know. Because I
have been at this 13 years and Pyrs only live 13 years or less, I
know there are many that have left this earth. I should not be
sad as their pain is gone and they are in a better place, but I just
want every one of them to know love of a family for so many more
years then they are given.
Beth Ann may get a home. I'll send a muzzle and
hopefully they will be able to get her over her dog aggression
Dillon will be leaving soon. Damn, I will
miss him. Mint and Isabella are going to Colorado. Xena
will not leave for another 6 weeks. May be spring before Layne
can get to MA. Just JoJo, Louise and Olaf will be left besides
the wild ones. I feel so .....lost? I know where my plan
is headed but things never go quite as we think they might. I
just know I did not sign on to be mother to Tim. I love that
kid, but I need a helper not someone who needs help. I take
care of sick dogs. I took care of Loren when he was sick.
I am not up to taking care of Tim since he is sick. Life can
really throw us unexpected curves and if we don't travel with them,
we may end up in a ditch.
|11/28: Time to get out the heaters. Only have to heat 2 yard
houses. Everyone else is inside. JoJo will be under the
deck next to the house. It does not need a heater. Sure
different from last winter when I had 6 heaters going to keep the
dogs warm. Maybe my 'level' pay will drop under $500.
Has either rained or 'drizzled' all day for 2 days. I let the
wild ones out in the yard and they just lay out there for hours in
the drizzle. If it actually rains, they come inside. But
the drizzle still saturates them. Their coat is really nothing
like a Pyr. It does not repel, just soaks it up. Their skin
gets wet and cold. They are all huddled in my bedroom
and the dog room with a bunch of bowls of food. I don't even
want to discuss the mud they have so generously shared. Last
weeks beautiful grooming is just a memory.
JoJo did not like being moved. Crap. I wish
I could put him inside somewhere but I've mixed as best as I can.
If he came in, someone else would have to go out. He is a
heartbreaker but then they all are.
I did a count today. 3 times. 25 dogs here.
I really don't know how my numbers dropped so much in a week but 2
did leave. I'm a blank on who I was counting that I'm not
counting now. One more to reach my 'winter' goal of 24 but it
has to be a male. Another female leaving will not do me any
good, space wise. And of course the 2 with approved adopters
who will be going after the first of the year are females. If
Beth Ann was not such a shit head, JoJo would have someone to be
with. She emotionally wears me out because I feel so sorry for
her. It is not her fault she was traumatized and can't get
|11/27: I shuffled for one night and then un-shuffled.
Everyone is back where they started. Isabella cried to come in
the house. Dillon looked so confused. Cola and Pumpkin
would not go in the shop. They walked much better on the
return trip to their yard then they did leaving. It was like
long lost friends. Of course, Cola and Pumpkin resumed their
clamber to get me to leave my bedroom last night. Both Dillon
and Chipi have issues with them so I have to keep things under
When I met the gal to take Faith I noticed Faith did
not look like she felt well. She will see her vet asap.
I called and made payment arrangements. It just all happened
so fast. I should have been paying closer attention. Tim
does not recognize when a dog does not feel good. I was just
not in the shop enough to notice and I feel terrible about it.
Poor Faith. Who knows how long she has not felt good. I
just can't help but beat myself up over not being able to do this
rescue thing properly anymore. When I make a mistake or
overlook something, I just hate myself.
|11/25: I'm not handling today very well. Some dogs
are just so darn hard to let go. Faith is leaving. I'm
meeting the adopter part way in about 2 hours. Great person,
but just not sure it is the perfect situation for Faith.
However, there are not just a lot of healthy, 55 to 65 year old
retired people who live on fenced acreage and are home all the time
who love big dogs and let them sleep on the bed with them.
The girls are getting adopted which leaves 4 males without
yard mates. I'd open up to foster but don't want to be stuck
when the guys leave. I just feel so sorry for those who end up
alone. Louise could take Faiths place in the shop, but I don't
think Mint would mix well with BOTH Olaf and Cotton. One,
maybe as Mint is a cool, love everybody dog. Cotton, on the
other hand can be a bit territorial.
|11/22: Had a good weekend. Susie, Kathleen Maggie
and Mary Ann came to help. All the house dogs are looking
great. We had a lot of great food (too much. Can't
button my levis today) and great conversation. Wish Candy had
been with us. And some of the locals, I was hoping for.
Thelma left for her new home a few minutes ago.
David is side tracking a ways to deliver her to the door.
I may take a nap. I was hoping to get the
wild ones to come in with Susie in my bedroom but the plan failed.
At 1:23 I was outside in the cold setting out food bowls.
Cola had already picked up 3 from the room and spilled food
everywhere. She would not let the others come in. Lots
of protest barking keeping us awake. Shortly after returning
to bed, all the great food I had eaten had hit bottom and a
good part of the rest of the night was spent in the bathroom.
Tim will be back tonight. He is in TX with his brother for
his other brothers funeral. He is in trouble. Three
things you do not do: steal from me, hurt the dogs, use my
sewing scissors. He used my sewing scissors! I bet it is
not the first time as I have been noticing they are not cutting
right. I suspected, but this time he left them out of the
drawer and on the shelf by the door, which I NEVER do. Any
seamstress know sharpening fabric sheers ruins them. And these
were about the last of the Ginger made in the USA. They now
are crap coming from Mexico.
|11/17: What happened to yesterday??? Took Leslie in
for her eye surgery but they had an emergency so it was put off
until late in the day. Meant to pick her up this morning, but
just got crazy. Morning time preparing for an appointment.
Then after the appointment, I needed a few more things so had to
make a trip back. That ran me into the afternoon. I
finally got Leslie. Barely got the car in the garage and
Leslie in the house when a really bad storm passed through. It
looked like a typhoon. Seriously. I have not been out to
check fence lines but the house dogs are in their small area and
that is secure. No trees down in the yards.
Ruth (Mid-West Komondor Club) contacted me on a Kom
just taken into a shelter in IN. Absolutely everything fell
into place within 2 hours!!! Sandra Campbell is going to be
delivering dogs north of there this weekend so will be empty coming
back and will pick her up and bring her to me! I will be
fostering for the club and she will get a home fast. She is
the typical mess, full of burs and stinky so Tim will have his work
cut out for him on Monday.
I did not get Leslies E collar made so I pray she does not mess
with that eye tonight. Some days there is not even time to
breath.... oh and I turned down 5 ...yes 5 Pyrs today. That
makes 8 in the past 6 days. Breaking my heart. But I am
trying to help the people find them homes.
|11/15: Note to self (for the thousandth time) Do not eat
after 3 p.m. It is 3 a.m. and my stomach is in agony.
Met Hawks adopter in Ozark yesterday. Very
nice young man. Veteran on disability. One of the lucky
ones who is actually getting benefits from his service. Hawk
will be spoiled.
Missy leaves Tuesday.
It will be a busy week. Monday morning
Leslie has eye surgery for a large tumor on her eye lid.
Dental while she is under. I do not know how I will keep her
from destroying the cone. I am thinking of just keeping the
hind paw wrapped so the nails won't rip the stitches. I will
have to discuss it with Rob. It is getting too cold to leave
the door open and that cone will not go through the doggie door.
Leslie barely walks on leash and she is darn sure not going to potty
on leash. I barely get over sleepless nights with Goofy and
now I will be doing a repeat with Leslie. I don't mind.
I just am getting too old.
Tim will be gone for a few days. His brother in
Texas died suddenly. So far don't know a thing. If
the weather stay decent, I will manage. Only 5 dogs will be
left outside. Water will be the problem if we get bad weather,
particularly a freeze. I could just make it one while Tim is
gone by moving Lakota out and giving the others the apartment but
then 'giving and then taking away' is so unfair. I just wish
Lakota would be nicer to both dogs and people.
My son hosted the "Celebration of Life" for my
mom. In one way I wish I had been there but in another way,
glad I couldn't. I handle things internally which makes me
seem harsh and uncaring when that is totally the opposite. Do
I physically shed tears? Very rarely. I did a week ago
Thursday night when I told Goofy he was not leaving me when I was so
sure he was dying. I shed tears over Fez when I had to
say good bye. Watching him struggle was the worst experience I
have ever felt. The tears were for his pain, not relieving him
Saying goodbye to something or someone is a mix of
emotion. Saying goodbye to rescue is just as hard. Maybe
harder. I'll always be helping in some way, but not in the way
I have. Just too financially and emotionally draining.
I've read there is a disproportionate number of suicides among
rescuers. I've never contemplated suicide, but
some days I just do not want to get out of bed. The whole
thing is just so emotionally draining. It is like being on a
sinking ship and for every bucket of water you toss out, 2 more
buckets come in. You recruit help to bucket out but the extra
weight just makes the ship take on water faster. You are in
the middle of an ocean of animals in need and no matter what you do,
no matter how hard you try, you just can't save them all.
Saying "I saved over 500 dogs in 13 years" does not have weight when
there are 5 million per year who no one could save. A battle
that you fight knowing you might win a few but you know you will
never win the war.
|11/13: Just when you think things are getting better.....
Tim's local brother just came by looking for Tim. Tim is on
another job and not sure where. Their brother just died.
He is in Texas. I'm sure they will be leaving for Texas
tomorrow morning. I was suppose to meet an adopter tomorrow in
Ozark. He is going to have to come the whole way now.
And I do not even know Tim's feeding routine. Done wrong
and there could be a problem. I have a 'map' for the house
dogs. I wish I had made one for the shop and outside dogs.
I sure hope the storm misses us. It was suppose to hit
tomorrow. I've not checked for weather updates.
Vet appointment for Leslie at 3:20. I'll need to feed early.
This is just one screwed up day/weekend now. Two weekends ago
my mom died so I called off a dog run. Last weekend Goofy was
on deaths door so Dave did that dog run for me. Now this
weekend. I'm sure Tim will be leaving and I can't handle Hawk by
myself. He does not really know me. And I have got to
get Missy picked up. I'm just a basket case.
|11/12: Goofy is doing great. Back to his goofy self.
The Pred is making him pee a lot and he can't make it out the door.
I did get a good nights sleep Tuesday night.... at least I think it
was Tuesday night. Everything just runs together. I am
|11/9: Barely... 12:07. Just got up to pee and find
Goofy. He was in the garage. Brought him in. Took
Issy out. She is still unsure of the doggie door and deck.
She had to go and wasted no time. She is such a good girl.
The wild bunch sure do not lie a new 'person' in the house.
They scare her too. Back to bed. Hope I can get back to
sleep. Those past few months I was getting 4 to 6 hours sleep
were so great. I'm too old for this but what choice do I have?
|11/8:Goofy is holding on. It has been a long 3 days and
nights. I'm exhausted. Vet appointment tomorrow. I
know he is old and his legs are weak but I think there may be
something else going on driving him down hill faster then age.
Knowing will help me make day to day decisions.
Dave was so good to take Annissa to meet her new family. I
was afraid to leave Goofy for more then a an hour at a time and the
trip would have kept me away 6 hours.
|11/6: Goofy is not doing well.
|11/5: A dark, wet and gloomy day. Just finished
picking up poop. It fell out while Goofy was asleep.
That is the way it was with Keeton towards the end. He is so
embarrassed. He has not eaten today even though 50% of the
bowl is chicken. He went out to pee and ended up settling in
the garage. Hanna is out there too. The 5 wild ones are
in my bedroom and 2 are in the doggie duplex as rain hammers down.
Cooking 10 pounds of chicken. Nothing better to
do as the rain is so loud on the shop roof. I'd be
sewing if it were bearable. The dogs are all in the apartment
with Tim. He had went out the front door as I went in the
back. I did not know for sure if he was there. TV was
on, but no Tim. Thought "Gee, he left the TV on for them".
Olaf had his toothy grin for me when I went in. He sure won me
over quick once I gave him the chance.
Dealt with an ignorant jerk earlier. I would not
be bothered by it, but 2 beautiful Pyrs were involved. I just
wanted to scream "you screwed up so stop taking it out on everyone
trying to help." But I didn't get the chance because he hung
up on me. No wonder the guy is out of a job and losing his
Looks like I am getting a return back from eons ago.
Didn't want to admit I did not remember her. I need to dig
through adopters and put an original name to the dog. Trouble
is, owner does not even have the same last name as when dog was
adopted. I feel terrible that I don't remember every single
dog. I use to.... before I turned 70. Sort of like being
in a car and the speed limit is 65 but you hit 70 and get a ticket.
The brain cops were out in force when that seven O hit.
Doctor set me up for a stress test. I researched.
They inject Lexiscan into your blood stream. If you do have a
heart condition, it might kill you!!! Got all the info off the
US Gov. FDA website so it's not someones scare tactic web site. I
canceled. I thought I was going to be on a treadmill or
something. I don't do "drugs", legal or otherwise.
|11/2: Dr. said not a heart attack. Some fancy term
I'll never remember. One medication made me sick. Did
exact opposite as intended. The other gave me great pain
relief but the side effects can cause more problems then the cure,
so not going to do that until more investigating.
Approved an adopter. Yeah. Great lady coming from
the north east to get the dog. She will decide when she meets
Waiting on an application from another. He is military
|10/29: Screaming headache all night and still into this
morning. I took a little 'time out' and went to the thrift
store and found 3 stuffies for the dogs and a sparkly piece of
fabric for dog collars. Big splurge $3.25. I've never
been wanting to go to the doctor before, but this time I am ready.
My heart keeps warning me. I know what I can handle and what I
can't. This, I can't. I'm going to spend the rest of the
morning sewing. It relaxes me.
|10/28: Today was a daze. Time has not moved, yet it
has flown. Like a slingshot, it is there, stationary, yet the
band propels at unimaginable speed. I took care of as much as
I could from here. My grandson James called from jail and I
had to let him know she had died. He took it really hard.
Last time he went to see her, she would not let him in. He has
problems. I am really worried about him. But I can't fix
him. He has to fix himself. I just so wish I had been
able to hug him when I told him. I slept well last night.
I doubt I will sleep tonight. It is not that my mother is gone
but the impact her passing has on my family. I view things so
differently then they do. I guess it is from watching
suffering. My compassion is strong and end of pain is a
blessing, not a sadness. The only regret as that I had no way
to erase that pain, no way to make them healthy. We do not
know what comes with death. A void. A nothing. A
soothing calm. A beautiful restoration. A rebirth to
come again. Recycling the family line. A mist of spirit
watching over those of us left behind. Angel wings or Eagle wings.
We believe what makes us feel right and that is what is real.
That mist in my family room before she passed was a sign. It
is what I believe. And the spirits that visit, they are real.
That I believe. It is where I find my comfort. I hope others
can find their comfort. This is my peace.
|10/27: My mom passed away.
|10/26: Hercules is coming back.
|10/25: I raked leaves all morning on the hill in the wild
ones area. It is hard to see the holes in the ground and
afraid I will fall. As soon as the rest get up, Tim will fill
the holes with rocks and then dump gravel to smooth things out.
Burn ban on so can't get rid of them today.
Lakota was breaking my heart being alone. He was
so sad. When I went down to get a collar from the shop, he
rolled on his back in front of me. I'd rub his belly and when
he stood up, I'd try to take another step, and he'd lay in front of
me again. I knew Mint would work fine in the shop with
Cotton and the girls so I tried Louise with Lakota. That did
not go well. Three attempted fights just on the intro walk not
counting Louises' hackles being up and Lakotas teeth looking very
menacing. Next try was Xena. At first Lakota wanted to
attack but then we just kept working at it. Xena just wanted
to play. She showed no defensiveness or aggression at all so I
knew there was hope. It only took about 10 minutes for me to
feel comfortable enough to turn them loose in a 'new to them' yard.
They were too interested to check out all the smells to engage each
other. Then finally Xena initiated a game and Lakota was
having a great time. In a few days I will try them back in the
shop where Lakota was, but don't want him to be territory
possessive. In the mean time Mint and Louise are occupying the
shop apartment. They are thrilled. When Lakota is moved
back, Mint and Louise will go in with Cotton and Tims' shop bunch.
JoJo and Missy have moved to the Doggie duplex that was vacated by
Mint and Louise. Annissa and Beth Ann moved into JoJo's yard
and Olaf is alone where Annissa and Beth Ann were. We tried to
unite those 3 but Annissa went after Olaf. He just ran so we
rescued him and closed the gate between them. Tomorrow we will
try Olaf in the shop with Cotton. We have just not given him a
chance. If that goes well, then when the others switch,
Olaf will come into the house with me. Yes, I have a map on
the wall on a large poster board scaled out for each dogs space with
'stickies' with each dogs name on one. Otherwise I would not
have a clue who was where.
Since Lakota is use to 'furniture', we moved 3
crib mattresses into his and Xenas house. Had to make them
comfortable until I feel they will get along in Lakotas apartment.
It's only 12:25 and I'm hungry and ready for a
nap. I've not heard a word about my mom. No one will
answer the phone and only one granddaughter will call and give
reports. But they are taking shifts so never know who is
|10/24: Spent the day taking down and moving fencing.
The wild bunch now has 2 shelters so I don't have to go out when it
rains if they don't come in. They were afraid to go in the one
as it has a metal roof, but the one we just opened up for them is
half the doggie duplex. It is very quiet in there when it
rains. Fraz and Emo are use to that building too, so that
helps. I really like the way we have changed things.... as
long as there are no returns!
We raked leaves off all the paths and tore out very
deteriorated garden timbers. That dang rebar was 18" in the
ground. Will eventually knock down the dirt it was holding
back. It was only about 6" higher then the walkway and less
then 2' wide so it will be easy. Most will probably move
itself with a few good rains
Mini the post office dog is now Miss Millie. She
is doing great and it is a perfect match. Two living beings
are exceptionally happy they found each other.
|10/23: Been up since 3:30. Rain! The 5 came in
so knew it must be raining. Got up and ran Fraz and Emo
inside. Hopeless to go back to sleep so after checking
messages, I groomed on and snuggled with Patty, Pumpkin, Emo,
Freedom and Leslie. I worked until they escaped their cubby
hole and then moved to the next. Got Freedoms much needed dew
claws trimmed. several of the others too. I curled up
with Freedom, Pumpkin and Leslie for awhile and almost fell back
asleep on the floor. Fed at 7:30 and got dressed at 8 and it
was still raining. Let the wild bunch out to potty for about
15 minutes and then the rain started heavier so rounded them back
up. Between almost 4 hours on the floor and stumbling up and
down the hill in the rain, I can hardly move. Back is killing
My mom was not doing good last night. She will/would be
92 Sunday. We just don't know if she will make it. Found
out from my granddaughter who has taken off work to stay with her,
that she has broken ribs and broken wrist which Home Hospice has
done nothing about. I realize in her condition there is not
much, but they could certainly give her a lot of pain meds without
doing any damage at this point. I don't know if my son knows.
He is one to speak up and get things done.
I can't go see her. a flight without advance
notice would be over $1500 and even with Tim, there really is not
anyone to take care of this many dogs. No one knows how except
for Tim and a person who had not done it many times and knew the
routine would just end up causing dog fights. They know where
they eat and in which order their bowls are put down.
Deviation causes chaos. I know the inside dogs and do have a
map showing where, bowl color and order but even with that, just one
mistake and all the dogs are confused. I don't even feed the
dogs Tim feeds because he has set his routine and I am not sure on
some. Annissa and Beth Ann would surely get into it if I were
to feed them.
Hercules leaves today. I am so happy for him. The
people are just great. Looks like Missy will not be leaving
for another month. I hate that she is outside but I have no
options. If she were not being adopted, I'd try her with
Lakota. If I bring her in the house, then I'll have 2 males
|10/22: My ghost is back, only this time I saw it. A
lady cleaned my house today and the family room was spotless.
The door has been closed so no dust from the dogs has been in there.
I just walked in and flipped on the light and swirls of smoke or
dust or ghost descended, swirled, rose and circled the lights and
then vanished. There was no dust to disturb. Neither
heat nor air or any fans were turned on. My clothes were not
dusty, but I had not even entered the room. The switch is by
the door. I walked to it, watched it and then set down.
Then it vanished as if through the ceiling. I was sad because
I felt nothing. My mother is dying. She will/would be
her 92nd birthday this Sunday. I just spoke with her and my
granddaughter who had set with her all day. Then spoke with my
son who had just gotten to her house with an Arby's sandwich she had
asked for, but will most likely not remember and not be awake long
enough to eat. My daughter spent 4 days with her but had to
return home. She will be back Sunday. I won't be going.
Everyone understands. I do wish I could but I can't afford a
last minute plane ticket nor have someone who can take care of all
the dogs for a week. Tim is great but it is more then one
person can handle. Life is never perfect. Neither
is death. But a presence at death is so important. No
one should ever die alone. No dog should ever die alone or
with strangers either. Death should always be with family.
|10/21: Long day yesterday but very rewarding. Breeze
got a fantastic family. They were so excited when they saw her
and were such delightful people. I am so happy for Breeze.
I've already gotten pix of her rolling in the grass and relaxing on
her crib mattress. Lakota is grieving. Gracie Lynn and
Breeze were his room mates. Now he is alone and I'm not sure
who to put with him. Tim is working for Sid today so doubt we
will have time to test him with someone. I don't dare do it
without help just in case it goes south.
Had a bunch of phone calls and emails to answer when I
got home. Did not even get the dogs fed until 5:30.
Usually a 4:00 thing. They sure let me know. But some of
the errands and calls were time sensitive so the dogs just had to
Today will be slow except for processing an application
for Dillon. She sounds fantastic. I just have to give
thought to if Dillon will be happy in the environment.
Approving the adopter is a no-brainer. Tomorrow and Friday
will be hectic. And I am still not sure when Missy will be
picked up and if the adopter who has not decided which dog will be
Numbers are going down. 30 here as of today. Two
definitely leaving. Two more potentially leaving. If two
more can get adopters, I will have reached my winter goal of 24
dogs.... BUT, they need to be males gone or I will still have dogs
alone and spread out, making it just as difficult as having them
each with another dog. When the hoses come off, things get
|10/19: My words from last week have hurt people and I am
sorry. They were about many, not specifically just one or two.
I get advise from all sides for all occasions. All are well
intentioned and most are giving with love. I guess part of the
issue is the manner of presentation. A long time ago in a PR
college course. I learned 're-phrasing'. "You need to" or You
should" or "If I were you" are things that are received with
negativity. "I was once faced with a similar situation and
this is how I handled it" or "I have some ideas", would
be much better received. When the word "you" enters in, it
makes one feel inferior, stupid, questioning ones perspective or
motives. When I write, I try to do that, but sometimes it just
flows out as if they are words one can't take back. Sometimes
I need them to do that. I am tired. I need help, not
advise. I may be forgetful. I may do dumb things
sometimes. But I manage the best I can as we all do.
Telling someone they need to quit a job, or take a vacation, or stop
complaining or see a doctor ..... they already know the 'should' or
'wish they could'. It is advise from someone who has no idea
why a person is in the situation they are in. No one lives in
your head but you.
Evening. Tim worked for Sid all day and didn't
get in until 5:30. Ivermectin day tomorrow but we are taking
Breeze to Ozark to meet her new family so they had to get it
tonight. Was hoping to get Breeze bathed but Tim has a meeting
from 7 to 9 so would be just way too late to get her wet and then
dry and then barely get to bed and have to get up. I'm taking
along the brushes and he can brush her out on the ride. The
plan happened so quick we didn't have time. I did get her
several collars made for her new mom to pick from.
The people who came Saturday are probably going
to take just Hercules. They considered both him and Xena but I
have a concern that Xena might start to mother him again and be
overly protective of him against the other dogs in the family.
I could be wrong. All I have to go by was how it was before I
separated them and the brief day I had re-joined them that indicated
the mothering again. But that was several months ago.
Important thing is he will have a great home where the daughter is a
vet tech so he will have great care.
|10/16: Annissa and Beth Ann are playing. It took 4
days for them to realize I was serious. They were just going
to have to put up with each other. What a major breakthrough
for Beth Ann.
Breeze will be going to her forever home if things
don't fall apart for her again. Have a gentleman coming next
weekend to meet the Pyrs. Also should have the guy who is
considering Hawk, Xena or Louise coming that weekend also.
Missy should be going then too. I really need some males gone or
there are going to be a bunch of lonely ones. Hercules did not
work out in the shop. He decided he lived 'out' and they lived
'in' because he is afraid of the doggie door. He won't let
them out to go potty. So he is alone.
It rained around midnight. Not expected.
The 5 were already in my bedroom but I still had to round up Fraz
and Emo. At least I made it up the hill and back down without
falling. I had to close Dillon out as there is a bit of
tension with them all in my bedroom. Sahara does fine with
them. So does Hanna. Parker got to go in the bathtub in
the spare bedroom. Dillon ended up on the bed in there also.
Cleaned the shop today. Still sneezing hours
later from the dust. Dave picked up some stuff I gave him so
that made some room. Still a lot to go. Hate having a
yard sale, but also hate hauling some of the really good stuff to
the thrift store. Then there is the really, really good stuff
which I must sell because I need to money. Bad enough trying
to get $650 for a diningroom set that in an antique store would be
listed at $1800. As well as other very nice high end
|10/13: Most of Sunday and all of yesterday was spent
re-assembling yards and moving dogs around. Well, with one minor
exception, everything is going to go back just the way I had it 3
days ago. This "advise" is not going to work at all. I got no
sleep last night. Cola is extremely upset that there is fences
between her and Patty, Pumpkin, Fraz and Emo. She barked and cried
all night. Patty snuggled up to the fence as close to her as
possible. Pumpkin crying from the next yard over. Fraz and Emo
snuggling on opposite sides of the fence as close as they can get.
Afternoon: Took no prodding to get the wild ones back to
their cohorts. They ran right by me when I opened the gates.
Everyone is very content. Tim was going to walk the 4 we moved
to accommodate the wild ones, but when he leashed them up, they
practically drug him back to their own yards. At least they
have super clean, well DE'd, leaf raked yards to 'go home' to.
Annissa and Beth Ann continue to hide from each other. They
both have dog aggression issues and they are an equal match so I
think they have decided to just stay in their own corner.
Evening: I got a message from Melonies' foster mom up in the
Mass. area. She stated she is aggressive, etc. and needs
moved to another foster home. She has only been there a day.
But this is just not the Melonie that left here. She was
happy, no issues, everything about her was great. This is why
I HATE to transport a dog. I am sure it was nothing the
transport did because they are wonderful, but just a transport and
quarantine in itself can be traumatic. I would never have
thought this would happen. Now I am REALLY concerned about her
sister going to Saudi Arabia. If a ground transport can freak
Melonie out like this, what effect will a flight half way around the
world do to Missy? I will be communicating with the rescue and
see just how well this foster was screened.
|10/12: Good intentions don't cut it. I'm sick of
"you need to do........." without a solution. I see the
current problem, the potential problem, but without a solution that
does not create a new problem, you are wasting my time! I am
no expert but I know more about the dogs here then anyone. I
know every detail of their personality. I know who will get
along with whom and how long it may take or how long to erupt.
There are very few surprises and those are ones that I usually have
not had a hand in creating. I have spent the last few weeks
taking the dividers out of yards. Reducing numbers and getting
yards back to their original intended size. Now we spent
yesterday and today putting those divides back in because of a
potential problem. I do see where the advisors are coming
from, but they do not live day to day with these dogs. They
are strangers. These dogs are protectors. Yes, if their
territory is invaded, they may nip. No, I do not want that at
all. But I can't take the breeding out of these dogs nor
ignore their isolated history. Now I have separated the
'pack'. It is not going well at all. How many days of
this misery, hours of extra time and effort that I do not
have, will it take to either say this helped or this is a disaster?
I'm tired of advise, no matter how well intentioned. If
you have walked in my shoes. If you have worked with feral
dogs, if you have run a rescue and carefully screened applicants,
then please, I welcome your insight from experience. If I had
volunteers who would just come and sit with the wild ones.... just
sit! Read a book out loud, listen to soft music, sing.
Just be a presence, a non-threatening, non-demanding presence.
That is what these dogs need, not shuffled around, separated,
confused and made to feel vulnerable. Yes, they are a pack....
because that is what un-socialized dogs do. Bond together for
the security and companionship they are not ready to receive from
|10/8: Said good bye to TinTin, Harmony and Melonie
at 4:25 a.m. They are going to a rescue in Boston. It
gets harder and harder to say good bye, even to those I did not get
close to. But I can't keep them all because I can't even take
care of those still here. Mini left yesterday but I
will get to see her as she went locally. Wanda leaves
either today or tomorrow for her new home. I am thrilled for
her. This lady seems super nice. Then Gracie Lynn
leaves Saturday. Her young adopter is making the long trip
from IL. As much and as long and as crazy as she has made me, her I
will miss the most!! Crazy. She loves me so much.
And despite the stress she puts me through, there is a strong bond.
I will worry about her. Not perfect but as best as she is
going to get. 60 acres in the middle of no where with a
college student and her family and 3 other dogs. I just pray
the dad does not yell at Gracie Lynn and she runs off. If she
is yelled at, she will run away. She is very sensitive.
Missy leaves Sunday with the parents of her adopter. She will
eventually be heading to Saudi Arabia.
Have an approved adopter but not sure which dog
he will take. Either Hawk or Xena. Also
Sasha's adopter may take Faith or Layne. Am
hoping a past adopter who wanted Layne and then changed her mind,
will take Breeze. There are 3 children and
Breeze is great with kids. But what is meant to be, will be.
Someone is interested in Thelma, Mint or Xena.
I don't have enough from the application to work with yet.
Hopefully she will provide more information. Another is
interested in one of the Koms but they are in Casper, WY. That
is a long trip for ones who are already terrified of people.
Commercial transport is not an option so I doubt that will
Tim has not been worth a crap helping lately.
If he'd quit chain smoking, he might feel better. His friends
mother died unexpectedly of a heart attack. This is the guy whom I
do not like. Tim went to help at some ungodly hour in the
middle of the night. Then did not get the dogs taken care of.
Then missed a days work with Sid. That could be a good full
time job but he is going to screw it up. He is going to screw
up this arrangement too if he does not get his priorities straight.
It is nice to help friends, but when that help jeopardizes your own
future, it is time to step back. The friend is a people user.
A taker who never has time to give back. I know the type very
it is 6 a.m. The dogs were fed right after Sandra left with
the 3 for transport. Dog dishes are filled for Tim....if he
gets back up. I'm going to try to get an hours nap. Then
dog shuffling as Hercules is left without a playmate.
|10/6: It is my daughters birthday. I talked to her
today and forgot. I never know what day it is unless I look at
Must be the beginning of hunting season too.
Gracie Lynn was over the fence and is hiding under my desk.
She has an adopter. 60 acres. I sure hope they do not
hunt. I did not ask.
|10/5: Well, I am appalled at an email I just got.
People sent an application followed shortly after by an email say
that their vet advised them against getting a Pyrenees!!!
Needless to say, I have a call into the vet. I was polite as
it may not be true, but if it is, I would certainly like to know
what makes him an expert in advising people not to get a Pyr.
It was Xena's chance for a home if everything checked out.
They had an Alaskan Malamute.
Picked up HC for the 3 leaving on Thursday. Have
to run out to the farm supply and pick up the bordatella. Had
a nail in my tire. Luckily a slow leak so got that fixed.
I love that funny little symbol on the dash that tells me a tire is
low. And if I don't get gas on my way out to the farm store,
I'll be pushing the car back.
|10/4: Don't know why, but had terrible nightmares last
night. Not had any in a very long time. Think too much
TV. Started watching a series on Netflix. That could be
part of it. Making up for 3 months without even turning it on.
I'll look for a happy, make me laugh movie tonight... but is there
such a thing anymore geared for adults?
Woke up later then usual to a terrible smell. I
should have gotten up much earlier. Goofy did not make it out
the door and it was diarrhea. He got strictly chicken
for breakfast. That made him happy. Glad I had cooked up
about 30 pounds the last week. Guess I will need to get more
and start cooking and freezing again. What I have left won't
last long. Sometimes I think he has a hard time focusing his
eyes. I first thought some memory loss, but now I'm leaning
towards focus problems. He knows there is a step, but he edges
towards it like he is not sure where it is. I am not ready to
lose him too. Too many this year and it will only be worse
|10/2: Between happy pills and dogs leaving in a week, I'm
ignoring yesterdays threats. A previous adopter is interested
in Layne. She is very much like the Pyr that passed away from
old age a few years back. That will help in the number.
Also several applications for Gracie Lynn. Neither situation
is perfect, but both seem good. Always a fence problem with
her. Inquires on quite a few others, but then that is the
norm. Autumn is definitely here. Need a jacket in the
mornings for their walk. Inside is good without AC or heat.
A drop in the level pay power bill would be nice.
Tim has been pressure washing everything in sight!
He started last night with the pools. Today he has dome all
the igloos and my deck rail. Working on the front fence now.
Loren made the rail and fencing about 10 years ago and this is the
first time they have been washed. Tim is doing a great job.
I don't think his group of dogs will get walked tonight. I
walked mine. Three trips. Goofy had to be on all 3
trips. I do not know what he wants. I feel so bad.
He wants leashed up, out the door, to the driveway and stops.
He hates car ride so know it is not that. I offer to go up the
road. He stops. I offer to go down the road. He
stops. I offer to go across the lawn. He stops. We
just stand there. Then we walk in circles around the driveway.
Not only are his legs going, so is his mind. I just realized
we have the same ailments!!! He looks at me with such sad
eyes. I try so hard not to get frustrated but the other dogs
want to 'go'. Not just stand there and get dizzy. These
are the kind of times I am most lonely. When I cannot please
all the dogs on their favorite activity of the day. If I leave
goofy behind, he goes off in a corner looking so rejected.
Keeton and Fez all over again. I don't know how I will handle
this loss when it comes. They know. They tell me they
are tired and frustrated. I think they know I am too.
|10/1: Way back I took in some dogs. I called in
their chip numbers but the chips were not registered. Companies that
charge for registration will not give out information if the owner
has not kept up with the annual payment. Months later the
owner saw them listed for adoption. Instead of just politely
calling me and saying "I think you have my dogs" she left a
threatening message and then a threatening email. Some friends
left me a series of threatening FB messages. I had no idea
what they were so mad at me for. But the threats unnerved me
and I felt in danger. Since the dogs were from another state,
my first instinct was to protect the person I got them from.
Not because that person had done anything wrong, but because this
lady was crazy and dangerous. She would have to drive a long
way to hurt me and my dogs but she would not have to drive far to
hurt the person who took these dogs in. Other people had been
feeding these dogs for months. Their lives were in danger
running as strays and likely to be run over. The crazy lady
was driving 10 hours to come get her dogs. I called the
sheriff for protection from her. I gave her her dogs back, but
gave her bogus information as to where I got them. There was
no way I was going to be a party to her hurting the person who took
these dogs in and got them healthy. Eventually the crazy lady
found out who had given me the dogs. Now this lovely lady who
so generously cared for these dogs is being sued. The
allegations are ludicrous. But to an un-dog-educated
judge, they might look as if there is some merit. Today I get
a call from crazy lady's husband and discover he is an idiot,
obviously with a ring through his nose that his crazy wife leads him
around by. He said he is suing me but will drop it if I say
certain (untrue) statements about the person I got the dogs from.
Basically he is threatening me that if I do not lie for them, I will
be sued too. I am really hoping Karma hits real soon.
People like them should not be on the face of this earth. They
are dog neglecters who refuse to take responsibility for their own
in-action to care for their dogs and want to put blame on everyone
These people are scum. By suing, even though they will lose,
they will be killing hundreds of future dogs who could have been
saved. They are taking time and money away from not the
individual person, but the dogs they help. When a rescue
person is destroyed, that rescue is destroyed. We are almost
all self supporting. Most work full time so they can spend
over half their pay check on food for the dogs. Their
"vacation" consists of a rescue run to get dogs out of a bad
situation. Their grocery list is half for the dogs. If
it were not for good people like the woman who took in these
neglected stray dogs, they could very easily be dead from being hit
by a car. Instead of gratitude for saving the dogs, one gets
accused of stealing them. Why on Gods earth would a rescue
need to steal any dog??? I sit here and turn down at least 5
Pyrenees a week plus a dozen other breed dogs and puppies someone
has either dumped or decided they don't want. Last thing we
want is more dogs!
|9/30: Today was better. I think my happy pills do
quite the opposite or take 24 hours to kick in. After hours of
frustration last night, finally got my Roku hooked up again and
watched a movie. I was not even sure the TV would come on
since it has been about 3 months since it was even plugged in.
A cute fantasy about a magical dog.
I spent the morning updating a number of dogs on petfinder
since they had screwed up my account and I could not get in for
weeks. Then I took a nap. Took some pix of Tim
walking dogs and posted one on FB. I got a message from a
friend who commented on a dog situation in Washington state from a
few years back. Researched it since they (WA) are telling me there
is a 25 dog limit there. A sad situation. From the 6 various
articles I read, this was a good person who was in over his head and
instead of people helping they began accusing and condemning.
Most recent from a few months ago, these idiot activists were trying
to get him prosecuted for animal cruelty. I would like to take
these big mouth idiots out and let them walk in this mans shoes for
a week. I hate stupid people who spout crap when they know
nothing of the subject, especially rescue.
By then it was time to feed the dogs dinner. Did the hour
wait and got some walked. Felt bad not walking Dillon but he
pulled so bad Tuesday morning that it undid all the great feeling
that the massage therapist had accomplished. Pulled my
shoulder out and twisted my hip. I love that dog but he is
like trying to hold back a freight train. He's a great bed
|9/29: I've had it. I hate people. My list of
people I like is down to about a dozen (family excluded).
Petfinder finally fixes THEIR problem. I email back "it is
fixed. I can get in". Then a few days later they "fix
their problem" and I am back where I started assigned this gawd
awful password and can't find a way the change it. Every time
I look, it makes me log in again. I want to be done. I
want the dogs gone. I want to have 2 phone numbers. One
just for family and the handful of friends. The old one just
to be sure if one of the dogs gets found or an adopter needs to
reach me. And they will all go to voice mail and I will return
only those I want to return. I am over the edge. No
amount of happy pills is going to calm me. I am tired. I
hurt and I have people I need to communicate with that I really
I had to call a very excited potential adopter.
I think this dog is a mistake. I think the adopter is great but
this dog is an emotional wreck. The lady has 2 other dogs and
I have tried her with 6 other dogs and she fights them.
The mildest of the mild. Dogs who get along with all other
dogs. Because I am rural, we rarely have cars pass on a walk.
Tim just told me she not only wants to chase cars, she literally
wants to attack them. We had not encountered this before.
I never wanted this dog. I would not have taken this dog if it
had not been for the promise of a foster home.
|9/28: Time slipped away again. It is 12:40 a.m.
Was asleep and heard bad barking from what seemed far away. By
the time I was functioning, it had stopped. It must have been
the dogs in the shop. I sure hope everything is ok. Tim
is in there with them but there is jealousy sometimes. None
are quiet tonight except my guys. These outside guys are going
to get my guys going as soon as I go back to bed. Dillon is
keeping my bed secure so I don't have to worry about Cola sneaking
in and making off with my pillows. He is such a good boy.
Why is it when I make a decision about an adoption, I
feel it is a mistake? Sometimes it is approval and some times
it is denying. I just cannot trust myself with these guys
lives. My thought processes are not working as they need to
be. On the other hand, anyone who does not live with them is
not going to make a proper decision either. You have to know
the dog to get the right person and getting a feel for the person is
where I totally fail. I just need help. Then I need to
quit! The dogs can't call me up and say "hey, come get me.
These people are not nice to me."
Got my sewing machine fixed. I sheered off a tiny screw
and it was stuck in the hole. I was told how to get it out but
was not confident enough to try it. The repair person did
exactly that and cost me $40. At least if I sheer another one
(I do at least one a year) I will know what to do and not be afraid
to do it. So I sewed for about an hour today. It relaxes
me. More pretty collars.
Tim gave Mininewf and Cotton both baths. He did not get
all the soap off Mini so had to rinse her again. She does not
like baths. She did like the fan on her to dry. Cotton
prefers the towel dry. When I cam up, he was still semi wet
and not combed out. I better look early in the morning (not
this early) or he will look like he mopped the floor again. He
is a dust magnet. I sure hope that commotion that woke me up
was not him and Layne into a fight again. Dogs are quiet.
I'll just have to try to put that barking incident out of my head
and try to go back to bed and asleep while they are quiet.
|9/25: Just realized the milk expires today. I could
have swore it was another week. Guess I need to make pudding
while it is still useable. Hate waste.
|9/24: 12:39 a.m. They have barked for 2 nights
straight. I am exhausted. I've been to bed but not to
sleep. Seems it is Harmony or Hercules. That is the
constant. Must be their turn. Usually it is Faith or
Hawk or Louise, etc. They take turns. I can block out
one, but not a choir. I just took a benadryl. Went
outside and allergies kicked in. When the pill kicks in, I
should be able to sleep through anything. The night is dark.
No moon. Yard lights on so they can't see the deer as well.
Of course, the deer could be right at the fences. This is
driving me nuts. It is terrible. At least 8 'voices' and
Dillon, sometimes Sahara or Goofy, from inside. I may try ear
plugs. Maybe go outside with the high power light and scare
the critters off.
1:02: An escapee. I'm pissed again at Tim.
He is not here. He left the lights all on in the shop.
He did not fix the area under the stairs where I told him Harmony
would get out. Well, she did. Hercules is having a
nervous breakdown with out her, but I had to put her in that small
front area that luckily we did not take down again. Gave her
food and water and hope the dogs will now shut up. She must
have gotten out several hours ago because that is how long these
guys have been giving my the 'intruder' bark. I have 2
choices: put up with this new Tim, which I do not like or
start letting anyone adopt. I do not like either choice.
Tim needs to get his head out of his ass and distance himself from
this friend of his. This is not a 'control Tim's life ' thing.
But he has an obligation here and if he does not understand that, he
can move out. No free ride and no running up my already
staggering electric bill.
I'm tired. I'm in pain. I'm angry.
10:00a.m. Got the area under the steps secure with fencing so
Harmony cannot get out. It was definitely a 2 person project.
I think she was pretty sorry she did get out and then afraid to drop
back in. Getting out was easy compared to returning.
Herc is glad they are back together.
Called the Henderson PO in hopes the person will take
Mininewf. She is in the shop and looking a bit more
comfortable then in the yard with Missy and Melonie.
Afternoon: Have people who "will" take Mini, but
not people who "want" to take her. Big difference. She
is not going to people who just "will". Brenda understands
that and the rest of the rescue world understands that, but those
who just 'have a dog' don't get it.
Trying to make plans for the future but nothing seems
to want to work the way I want it to. I'm really feeling
lonely. I'm feeling overwhelmed way too often. I would
like to actually spend a little time relaxing and knowing I did good
while I still can enjoy some leisure. I really need good
adopters, not just "ok" adopters.
|9/22: Things are back to some form of normal. I
slept hard for several hours and then the choir tuned up at 1:55
a.m. I could not go back to sleep so got up and scrubbed the
floors. Literally scrubbed. Used the steam cleaned which
we not put back together correctly so did not soak up the water so I
had a mess. Took me 3 times longer then it should of had.
But the floors looked nice for a few hours. Never know it 14
Dillon has had a lot of lessons in the past few days being here in
the house. He is very smart and very very sensitive. We
are still working on him not going over to the wild side. I
know he is confused because they come over here. Only seems
fair to him that he should get to go over there, but that is just
not how it works. If they were still not so wild, then the
rules would be different. I'm not going to make a rule that
will set their progress back a year. So we have to learn to be
flexible when it comes to their rules.
Sitting here just before dark, watching out the window.
Hercules and Harmony playing. Missy and Melonie playing.
Mint and Louise playing. I can see them all in their separate
yards with just barely turning my chair. They love this
cooler weather. Poor Mininewf needs a home. She is
missing people so much . Breaks my heart. I thought for
sure the postmaster or one of the others who said they would take
her would have called me. The house dogs would overwhelm her.
So would the shop dogs. Anyway, as I watched the play, I
wondered where I would be a year from now. Still sitting here?
In Washington near my daughter. Across the Rainbow Bridge with
Keeton and Fez and Bear and dozens of others who hold a piece of my
heart. We only have the right now. We can plan and say
where we will be, but we really don't know. That fork in the
road may not lead us where we think we are headed. Tonight it
does not matter. I will make plans and if I end up somewhere
else, then so be it. I have right now. I have so much,
yet in ways I have so little. But I have what is meant to be
at this moment. And as the dark has descended on my little
spot in the universe, I hear the barking of 37 dogs, all saying good
night (or Go away deer) or having a lively conversation with each
other and all the critters. Better turn on some house lights
or they will be telling each other to 'go away'.
|9/20: Another horrible morning. I've been up 3 hours
and still have not fed the wild ones nor done any water or poop
scooping. The black ones jump all over me. My arms get
scratched and blood goes everywhere. Now with the 2 yards
joined, no one knows where to eat including me where to feed them.
Tried to do it the same as yesterday but that did not work.
Then I get to Herc and Harmony. Yesterday I use a heavy
plywood sheet to cover the exposed electrical wire they had dug up
and pulled on. I put the heavies rocks I could roll on top.
They literally ate the plywood out from under the rocks.
Millions of tiny slivers. These are dangerous. They may
well have already ingested hundreds of slivers. Thank God they
had not chewed the cord. It now has over 4' exposed above
ground. I do not know why when they built this house, they did
not pit it in conduit. I had to cover it up. The only
thing I could find was a 50 gal. rubber trough the dogs swim in.
Luckily it was only half full and on a slope. I managed to get
it dumped. It must weigh 30 pounds without water in it.
Of course it was in the yard with the black dogs so more jumping on
me and me screaming hysterically. I'm looking like I just
crawled through a garden of blackberry bushes. I got it
drug to the gate and the temptation was so great to just let them
out. I am losing my mind. I got the tub in place.
I gathered a rake and shovel and an empty got food bag and raked up
as many slivers as I could. I cannot mop or sweep because of
the movement it requires. Raking is even more painful. I
cannot bend to reach the ground without excruciating hip and back
pain. Of course the rake fell over several times laying on the
ground rather then remaining leaning against the post. I
filled the bag but along with splintered wood was some gravel.
I got it drug outside the gate. Another big temptation to let
Harmony get past me. She does not jump on me. She is
just an active puppy who needs daily exercise. She does not
get into trouble when Tim is home to walk her twice a day. At
least not this much trouble.
I made toast. It is 9:30. I will try to
fill water. Annissa keeps dumping hers as soon as she gets a
drink of fresh. Tim was suppose to clean all the pools and
troughs so they would have water if I could not fill the small ice
chests. He did not do it. I can't lift them to dump
them. Some, like Annissa, will just have to settle for scummy
water after her first drink of fresh. I'm not filling it all
day just for her to dump it. I definitely have to fill the one
covering the electrical cord or they will move it. I
don't know how much poop will get scooped but I can guarantee I am
not going back in with hte black ones. That yard is now about
50 x 80 so it is not like it has to be done today. I am
already dreading feeding tonight.
|9/19: Tim is doing his weekend in jail. These are so
stressful. I like to never got to sleep. We moved so
many dogs. A storm was expected at 2 a.m. so concerned about
Gracie Lynn. Moved Dillon in the house with me. That is
going fabulously. I was sure it would. Just had to watch
him so he did not mark. Then after a few "NO" s, he got the
idea. Layne and Wanda went into hte shop with Faith, Cotton
and the little yappers. That is going well. Moved
Lakota, Breeze and Gracie Lynn into the vacant apartment yard.
I figured Gracie Lynn might feel comfortable in there if we have a
storm. I have not raised the fence so she can easily go over
if she decides to. 24 hours and she is still there.
I moved Mininewf into the yard where Lakota was.
Sharing fence line with JoJo and the black ones. That was
until this morning. So this morning I was up at 6:30.
I fed by 9:15. Ate some breakfast. Settled for the
blueberry chocolate chip muffins..uck... then out to start poop
scooping. That is when I discovered Melonie and Missy
had decided to join Mininewf. Tore a hole in the fence.
Actually there was 2 heavy fences and a tarp in between. Too
small for JoJo. It was very dangerous and no way for me to fix
it. I spent from 9:30 to 12:07 tearing out the divider fence.
There is now one big yard. Everyone better get along or I am
really screwed. I still have to poop scoop and do water but my
hands are sore, my body aches and I just can't do it right now.
They will just have to drink yesterdays water and some will have to
drink out of their swim tubs because they dumped their drinking
water. I am going to take some happy pills before I break down
sobbing, go to bed and not get up.
I hate people who dump their dogs. I hate people who do
not care enough to train their dogs to be well mannered. I hate
people who don't think enough of animals to treat them like
family... and if they move, they better find a place that allows
pets. Would they move and leave their children behind because
they could not find a place that allowed children... Well, I
suppose some would. I hate them too.
And God, please let the storm pass by without any thinder.
|9/18: Lesson: If you must wear glasses
to read, be sure you put them on to cook. Even blueberries
look like chocolate chips on the package when everything is a blur.
Martha Wright makes wonderful, easy, just add milk and cook,
muffins. However, blueberry muffins sprinkled with chocolate
chips is not exactly a gourmet taste. The disposition of the
remaining muffins is questionable.
What a day yesterday. Brenda called about a possible
Newfoundland that was abandoned a week ago. She had not seen
it, just been told of it. Described as a 'black Pyrenees.
Really big and fluffy with rust tones in her coat and a white spot
on her chest.'. Of course there is no such thing as a black
Pyr. But many people have never heard of a Newf and do mistake
them for a 'black' Pyr. I had to go look. Well, when you
find a frightened 45 pound black dog sitting just off a 65 mph
highway, you can't just leave it!
Day before, Tim and I took down another yard. It
still left me with one 'spare' in case of a dog fight. Well,
had a dog fight shortly after. They were not going to
reconcile. It had been building for several weeks. There
was no other options for these 2 trouble makers. separating
another pair to put each with would not (and did not... we tried
that) work. So all the yards were occupied.
So here comes Mininewf. Yes, I named her as in
Miniature Newfoundland. Luckily the yard we took apart
Wednesday was still in place except for one panel. We had a
spare panel so had a yard set up in about 30 minutes. But she
has got to go. People will hate me, but even if I have to take
her to AC, she can't stay. Hopefully if she has no owner to
claim her, someone will want to take her home. She is a really
sweet girl but intimidated by all these big dogs or the young
smaller rambunctious ones. There is just no dog to put her
with and besides, I just cannot keep this up. 18 need gone in
the next 6 months.
|9/17: I have 3 applications here in front of me. I
already breezed through several and approved the people. It
was easy. But these 3 are not. One sounds like a great
dog person but location is not good for a Pyr. That one
is still a maybe. She wants the same as dog as someone else
already approved is considering so it has to be a 'wait and see'
anyway. Both the other applicants seem very young and just not
Took Lakota in for a nail trim. He has to be
muzzled. Well, they got the front ones done but even with
several people holding on and the muzzle on, no way were they
touching the back feet. These vets deal with cattle and
horses, so Lakota must have really been a handful. Back dew
claws did not get done. I have an appointment for him to have
the entire dew claws removed on Monday. Oh, how I hate that!!!
But if he is going to have to be sedated every time they need
trimmed, that is one both stressful and expensive nail trim.
He just breaks my heart. He has no future other then with Tim.
And even that is only being fed and walked. He does play with
Breeze and Gracie Lynn. It is something he is learning to do.
Some of these dogs just break my heart and Dillon, the perfect dog,
and Lakota, the most imperfect dog, are at the top of the list.
I might just try Dillon in the house. Just hope Parker does
not go after him... or Freedom.
|9/16: I could have had an instant home for Annissa today.
Long conversation with a very nice lady. But I need an
application. She was going to drive over on her way back to
Louisiana. I might should have said yes, as one of the other
dogs attacked her just a few minutes ago. I have been taking
down yard dividers as dogs leave. Just merged the garage yard
with the main yard today. Luckily I had not taken another
fence down that was on the list. I know my stress is felt by
the dogs, but I was in the house and these were in an outside yard
and it was not even over food or anything apparent. Luckily it
was one sided so we just had to get Annissa out of the other dogs
reach. I just want them to go away. Not all, but a good
many. Some for my sake and some for theirs. I will truly
miss Breeze, Faith and Dillon. They are definitely ones
I would keep but they need to be special and not sharing space and
attention with so many others. Hercules and Lakota are very
special too, and they probably won't be going anywhere.
I tried to take a nap today. I tried to do a lot of
things today. Goofy was being very goofy. He was a total
pest. Tried to work on some applications and he kept knocking
the pencil out of my hand. Trying to use the phone was
hopeless. Trying to get up to go to the bathroom was even a
challenge. He kept blocking me and shoving me with his huge
body. I finally made it to a dog bed and laid down. Got
up and got a pillow and went back to the dog bed. I was
surrounded by 3 dogs on each side. No way to pet 6 dogs or
avoid Parker drool. It is only 5 p.m. and I am ready to take a
bath and go to bed. I have read every book in the cabinet.
I use to hate to read and after finishing 3 in the past week, I have
decided I still hate to read. Not had Netflix on in over 3
months. I guess I'll go buy a Roku and hook it up. I pay
for Netflix so might as well have it available even if I am not
enthusiastic about it either.
|9/15: Getting some applications. Rescue stepped up.
Hopefully one other rescue that I truly trust will come forward.
Needing down to 24 by end of year is not low enough. I am
trying so hard to keep my outlook up but I am drained of ambition
and energy and bogged down with emotion. Some ends are good
because they open up opportunities for new beginnings. But
with rescue, being 70 and 2000 miles from family, dogs are all I
have and I can't give them enough of me.
I know I am a hard person to be around; to work for. A
hard person to live with. I expect not too much, but their
best. Most people just don't want to give it (what ever "it"
is) their best. This generation and the last are 'half assers'.
Actually if you look at history, how many 1960's homes are still in
good shape and will be revered in 2160? None! But I bet
some 1800's homes will still be standing. As well as 3000 year
old castles. 1920 cars are worth restoring. Is anyone
really going to want to restore a 1980's Ford?... ever? Pride
in what we have done is gone with our passing.
Betty and Nancy came to walk dogs and we were
discussing a grandchild who got a scholarship, but she wanted to go
to a different college. Parents were saying it was ok.
She could choose. Well, we all agreed, if she wanted to go to
a different college, then she should pay for it and she can go where
ever she "can". They are like dumb birds. They want to
spread their wings and sail on the wind currents, they just don't
want to have to flap them to get high enough. I have no
patience with the 'under 50' generation. So few have any work
ethic. They would argue "I go to work everyday". But the
underlying truth is, that is the most part of what they do; "go".
What they do once they get there is only what is absolutely
mandatory to keep the job and that can even be a thin wire. I
don't like the term "redneck", but those are the children who at
least see reality. You break it, you fix it, or you do
Bottom line, I've become cynical, somewhat
bitter, a lot intolerant, and even more disappointed, as I
grow old. I look at an application and can guess the general
age from the first grammarical mistake. I can narrow it down
even farther by mis-spelling, poor punctuation, (usually none at
all) and frequency of spelling/grammar shortcuts. And
part of the problem is the computer dictionary and spell check.
These were not created by English professors. "grammarical" is
correct rather spell check likes it or not. So is
Carols' or Larrys' . S' is possessive meaning
ownership, but spell check wants you to use 's, which is short for
is. The car is Carols'. Carol's the owner of
the car. Two Carols jointly own the car. But in
reality, in 40 years English grammar may not matter because
Americans will be living in Western Hemisphere China and will all be
|9/13: I managed yesterday but took a lot of energy I
didn't have. I did not do a perfect job of poop scooping and
just topped off the water. Tim will be home tonight so he can
get caught up. I want to move some dogs around. It makes
a difference when I see the interaction during feeding and play
time. I don't see that as much as needed. Going to try
JoJo with Beth Ann again. Last time she attacked him.
But she is more trusting now. That was when she first came.
Annissa wants so much to play with Harmony and Hercules so I'm going
to give that a try. I will move Missy and Melonie into the
smaller yard where Hercules and Harmony have been. JoJo and
Beth Ann under the deck. Hercules, Harmony and Annissa will go
in the larger yard next to Mint and Louise. Hopefully this
will also cut down on the barking at night. TinTin is the
biggest barker, but mostly when Tim is gone. He went non-stop
Got new pix up of Harmony and Hercules.
Harmony has not changed. Hercules has. Because of age,
it should have been the other way around. I have current of
Dillon. Need to get them up. Forget things since I could
not upload for so long. A lot of catching up.
I upped Goofys' Tramadol by half a pill.
Between that, the glucosamine and cooler weather, he has become the
original Goofy. Wanted a walk at 3:30 a.m. Took him and
Parker and Zalda. When I got back, Goofy would not go inside.
Figured he needed to poop so took him again with Chipi, Hanna and
Sahara. He still did not poop. Got back and he again
refused to come in. So I took him by himself. Still no
poop, but he sure felt important. The weather was crisp and
the sky was clear. No moon, so the stars were massive and
bright. It was like the many times I walked Keeton. The
few times I walked Fez. If I have to get up every night/
morning at 2 or 3 a.m. for Goofy, then so be it. Even if the
stars are replaced by rain or snow. As long as he wants to
walk, we will.
|9/12: No matter how many happy pills I take, I am still
tired. I am still depressed. I still realize how
vulnerable I am to lifes happenings. I have got to simplify,
but rescue is a job you can't just get up and walk away from.
You don't just get up one morning and decide you are finished,
because there are dozens of lives depending on you. And
because I am old and forget things sometimes, like the dogs names,
does not mean I am stupid! I have been talked "down to"
several times in the past 2 days until I am ready to start screaming
and hitting someone. Don't offer unsolicited advise! If
I want some ones opinion or advise, I will ask for it. You are
not walking in my shoes so don't tell me how to correct a dogs
behavior. If I had one dog or even just a dozen, it would
already be corrected. I don't have the time to take 2 or 3
hours per day, one on one with 36 dogs. If I do not sleep,
eat, bathe or dress, that still only gives each dog 45 minutes.
Tim is not here this weekend so with my right knee going out
again and my left leg having shooting pain, it took me over an hour
just to set bowls down for 22 dogs. Not picking them up, not
doing water, not poop scooping. Just to get down the stairs,
and bend to set the bowls on the decks. I don't have to do
stairs for the 14 in the house so those are done in less then 10
minutes, including picking up the empties. If a
certain 7 dogs were gone plus 5 others, we could condense. I
could let 4 more in the house and Tim could put 2 more in the shop.
No dogs would be left without a human. But as it is, some dogs
just cannot be with certain other dogs. Cotton cannot be with
Parker, but they each get along with all other dogs. Lakota
cannot be with a pack. His limit is 4 other dogs. Beyond
that, he is aggressively uncomfortable. Too much activity for
him. My guys accept almost any dog I bring in, but they 'act
out' in protest. Zelda will stand right in front of me a pee
on the floor! It is her way of saying "I will not tolerate
that new one". Gracie Lynn is one she does not want in the
house because she is too active. Zelda, the Matriarch, wants
calm, period! And Gracie Lynn wants to play.
On a lighter note, Cola keeps me smiling no matter what. She
has such a great personality. Now she is carrying 3 food bowls
up to the deck. She has always moved the one she wants to eat
out of. No matter where I put it, she moves it. Put it
on the ground, she puts it in the dry pool. Put it in the dry
pool, she puts it on the ramp. Put it on the ramp, she carries
it to the deck or inside the house. Put it inside the house
and she moves it through the doggie door and down onto the ramp.
This morning I not only found 3 bowels from the wild bunch moved to
the deck, she had also come inside and taken Chipi's dish outside.
When I started to get dressed this morning, I noticed
something black on the deck. It was the T-shirt I wore
yesterday and left laying on the bathroom counter. I have yet
to find my underpants as they were with the shirt. I learned a
long time ago to lock up the pillows when I am not laying on them.
One time she even grabbed one out from under my head in the middle
of the night. Most of the time, now, I sleep in the spare
bedroom. When I do go into my own room, Cola and Pumpkin let
me know I am invading "their" space. They have claimed my
bedroom as their own.
Cola will lay on the ramp, chin resting on the railing,
tail across the other. This is her 'spot'. She is not
moving and no one dare step over her.
But we are making friends. She actually walked good on
leash for me several days ago. I was thrilled! And she
is limping less. No idea why as her knees are a birth defect.
But now with her coat cut shorter like the others, and without the
limp, I can not tell her apart from Patty or Emo.
So, for my life to feel manageable, I would like Missy,
Melonie, Olaf, Xena, Beth Ann, Harmony and TinTin to find a
place to go. To make me content, I would like
Hawk, JoJo, Gracie Lynn, Wanda and Annissa to find homes.
To make me happy, I would love to see the long timers, Thelma,
Louise, Mint, and especially Dillon, Breeze, Faith and Lakota
get great homes. They need people more then any.
They are so depressed and it breaks my heart.
Hercules, Layne and Trip may not go anywhere, but then
neither may some of the others. Trip has his foster
Althea. Hercules would fit fine in the house and Layne is
already settled in with Tim. As for the others, it will take a
very special person for each of the wild bunch; Patty,
Pumpkin, Fraz, Emo and Cola. I want Leslie and
Cotton to stay. That being established, I would be at
my 12 Sanctuary dogs. Life would be as planned. I could
manage. I could actually make financial ends meet.
|More 9/10: Leslie came to me for a walk this morning!!
Freedom and Cola are close. We did take Cola on Tuesday
morning when Betty and Nancy came. She walked really good.
Freedom hated to be left behind, but he is not ready for a leash. I
need to get a harness on him, but keeping him still long enough to
make it fit properly would be a challenge.
Took Lakota to the park for a walk Sunday morning. I
did not know Tim has taken him several times. Now that the
weather should start cooling down, I need to take more of the dogs
out into public. Trouble is, some I just don't have the
strength or balance if they decide to chase a squirrel or another
dog comes up to them. I just need some adopted really bad.
|WOW, Filezilla finally fixed their mess. I am back!!!
|9/10: Hate that I still cannot upload this. When the
boat starts sinking, everyone you thought a friend abandons ship.
But then that is why I don't like people. Dogs are there with
you no matter what.
Tim will be spending time in jail again. Some he deserves.
Some he does not. Pled guilty to DUI when he was not driving.
He was not even IN the car. Was sitting on a bench with key in the
ignition so he could have the radio on. Apparently there is
some law about "access" or "probably intent". To me that is a
pretty far reach. To me it is like saying I light a match in
the daytime and there is no candle so I must intend to be an
arsonist. Then the biggest miscarriage of justice. He
got charged with "failure to maintain control of his vehicle" down
in Clarksville when a truck clipped him, in pouring rain, and sent
him off the road and totaled his car. They sent everything to
his brother, who failed to open it and inform him he had a court
date. Now he has a 'failure to appear' and a $1,000 fine and a
warrant for his arrest. I really think his brother needs to
take responsibility for the $1,000. He didn't bring him his
mail or call or anything until after the date. Then he had
this court last week on the DUI and the judge did not mention his
license was suspended again. It was in some paperwork Tim
signed but did not read. I've met very few people who read
what they sign. Someone says "this is what you are signing"
and they believe it without even looking at it. Only one in 10
read my adoption agreement they sign. Well, not knowing this,
I lent Tim the money to buy a car. Now it will be sitting.
I do not know how I will manage with the dogs. All
those "just let me know if you need help" people are no longer
'available'. I know Kathleen will do what she can, but she has
an old dog who she needs to be with. I know people have lives,
but I feel really 'unfriended'.
|8/30: Kathleen was the only one who came. We got a
lot done. She is such a hard worker. As many aches and
pains as I have, but she just keeps going. We did Hanna,
Goofy, Parker and most of Zelda and some of Sahara. We made a
lot of progress on Emo, Patty and Cola. Cola is not
recognizable. She no longer looks shaggy. Took her coat
to about 4". She was just blankets of mats. We will try
to even her up the next time Kathleen can come down.
Had someone shooting off a high powered rifle so brought
Gracie Lynn up. When that was done, took her down. Then
thunder way off in the distance at 2 a.m. Luckily I woke up as
she was well on her way under the fence and hurting herself. I
would not care if she stayed full time in the house, but Zelda
protests and Zelda deliberately pees on the floor.
After Kathleen left, I took a nap. I've gotten so
little sleep and seems I need more then 4 hours now. Six is
good. I used to get by on 2. Old age is really kicking
|8/27: No way to upload this and now Facebook says I have
violated a rule and they will not let me in. Amazing how we
take certain communications for granted. But I still have a
phone and email.... and snail mail which is proving to be totally
|8/23: Don't know when I will be able to upload this to my
site. The storm a few days ago knocked out my internet box
(and my phones) and when I put in the new one, I can't upload or use
my laptop. Someone said a firewall, but I turned them off and
it still would not work.
Auna leaves today. A great home and I am so glad for
her. She is such a cutie. I am struggling with another
adopter who I approved for Louise. Every time I talk to him, I
feel more reluctant then the time before. I am literally sick
to my stomach over this. I know he is a good person. He
is just not a "dog person" and does not realize dogs have feelings
and need love and understanding. He also has been giving a
stray (who showed up 5 years ago) table scraps and chicken
bones. You can educate until you are blue in the face, but old
habits are hard to break..... until they kill one.... and then some
just go get another and do it again.
And to top it off, heard from the Colorado rescue I sent 3
dogs to. She adopted one out as a working dog!!! That
will NOT end well. I am sick to my stomach over that too.
I thought the previous people who ran the rescue were still
involved, but I guess not. I trusted them and they knew their
I just want to take the dogs and keep them if the homes
are not perfect. I just can't 'settle' for places I know are
not in the dogs best interest. I can't offer them enough
'people time' here, but other then that it is pretty darn great.
So an adopter has to be able and willing to give them that people
time. Dogs are not fixtures!.
|8/22: unable to upload changes to my site. Hope I can talk
to someone with 'firewall' knowledge today.
|8/20: What a week so far!!! Tim got home last night.
He drove them all the way to TX. Missed his turn on the way
home. Rain storm made travel very bad. A semi clipped is
back end and he was spun off the road into a ditch. He is hurt
but mainly rattled around, bruise and sore. He was booked into
jail for a few hours, then released. No charges as there was
nothing to charge him with. My phones were blown from the
storm so I did not get his message until way after he was released.
He walked from Clarksville to Russelville before he got a ride.
That is 26 miles!!! He is not sure where his car is
other then it was towed. Talked to the towing co. $268 so far
and $35 a day. Posted on facebook for help to get it out.
Tim's brother said he may be better of not getting it if repairs
will be more then value. Hopefully someone with mechanic
experience will answer my FB message.
Afternoon: Weather has been beautiful but I hardly got
a chance to be outside to enjoy it. Number of calls have kept
me on the phone most of the day. Delightful conversations with
previous adopter and potential adopter, but 2 lunches ruined so I
went to Wendy's. I usually don't answer when I am cooking or
feeding the dogs but so glad I did, despite some wasted noodles.
I've let Tim sleep. We have work to do this evening. And
some dog shuffling. AND some apartment cleaning!!! UGH!
|8/18: What a day yesterday. Things were not getting
done and I was getting annoyed. Tims' car was gone around 4:00
(feeding time) so I went down to see if Nauna and Colton were there.
I knocked and thought I heard someone say something so I opened the
door a crack. No one was there but... there was a light on in
the closet. I was livid. They cold burn the place down!
I opened the closet door to turn off the light.... yep, 2 feet tall
and bright green and leafy. Now I was even more livid.
Called the sheriff. I waited 2 hours. No one showed up.
They did not pass on my call. When they did, it would be
"tomorrow". In the mean time, Nauna's mom had gotten a hold of
her (I did not know they had gotten a cell phone) and told her.
They packed up and were out of here. A lot more to the story,
but that is bottom line. That could have caught on fire and
burned not only the building down, but would have killed the baby and the dogs.
I told Tim this morning I needed help with TinTin to get his
stitches out. He left and has not been back. I suspect
he is driving them to Texas where Colton is not going to meet with
any welcome committee. I'm sure Tim did not know about the pot
but I am furious he did not tell me he was taking them to TX and
would not be here tonight to take care of the dogs. I'm real
tempted to tell him to pack up. If he had told me, or said
something, but he didn't and left me to take care of things I had
not planned on. If I know, I can get it done. But not
knowing... well... And the place is a mess. I do
not snoop but I did go in there to look to see if the pot plants had
'moved' as they were gone. The room is disgusting. It
will get cleaned spotless tomorrow (if he shows up) or he is out.
I cannot handle all this.
|8/16: 3:40 a.m Poor Goofy. He tried so hard to make
it out the door. He did bark once, maybe twice, but I did not
realize it was him 'telling me;. When you are asleep, it just
wakes you up. Distinction of who is barking does not register.
Sahara, Zelda and Chipi do it a lot when the wild bunch ventures
into the livingroom. So a flow of diarrhea was in the
livingroom and kitchen. Love those puppy pads... not for them
to 'go' on but for cleaning up. I had to wash the dog dished
first before I could mop. Then spray with something to kill
the odor. Then I went looking for Goofy. I was putting
off my worst fear. With a flashlight in the dark up on the
hill, it is so hard to distinguish one white 'lump' from another.
Five were in the house. The wild bunch was scrambling.
Most of what I was seeing was tree stumps. Found him way up on
the hill. I had the leash. He got up! I was so
afraid he would not be able to. He made it down the hill and
went to his usual spot between the window and loveseat. I will
need to figure out what to feed him. He has eaten very little
lately. Time to cook more chicken and brown rice. The
few pounds I cooked and put in the freezer is going fast. I
don't want to use metronidazol. Don't know if grapefruit seed
extract would be strong enough to stop the diarrhea.
|8/15: Some days I get really down and for no big reason.
Just little stuff. Do not let some friend come over and change
his motor oil in my driveway! GRRRR! Do not 'de-mat' the
dog to the point of near baldness! GRRRR! The dog grooming
/tool area is cluttered to the point of not being able to get
around. That is really making me crazy. I have to get
rid of yard sale stuff . Way back a dog chewed several cones
of thread. It is not like I can just go to wal-mart and get
this kind of thread. I need it on the overlock but pieces are
only several yards long and then the whole damn thing is unthreaded.
JoJo and Cotton got into it and it went beyond growl but Tim was
right there. I never see Cotton do anything but then I know
dogs are telepathic. So we did dog shuffling again! Beth
Ann is just not going to be able to be with another dog, male or
female, small or big. She is now in the lower yard alone.
Auna and Annissa are fence neighbors. I hope the fence holds.
None of these has tried to break through before so hope not now.
Wanda is coming back so she will share the big yard behind the
computer room with JoJo. Right now Breeze is keeping him
company and Lakota is not happy. But he has Gracie Lynn.
GL and JoJo would have been a better pairing, but GL would go over
the other fence and can't swap yards because Lakota would have male
dogs on both sides. Be constant fence fighting. People
have no clue what this is like. If someone were to be hired to
do "rescue" as I do it, it would require a 6 figure salary with
monthly bonuses when no blood is drawn.
|8/14: Up a good part of the night. Heard commotion
and dogs were barking at something in the front yard. I had
moved Molly to the lower yard and re-shuffled others since there was
immediately fence fighting. I was sure Molly was out. In
the process of walking down in the dark, I saw Missy and Melonie in
the wrong yard! They were in with Mint and Louise.
Everyone was happy! I woke up Tim to help me do further
investigating. I told him he had to come look (at the 4
together). Then he told me I had to see his adventure in the
JoJo is having such a wonderful time..... re-arranging
all my sewing stuff. He took quite a few rolls of webbing off
the wall. He unrolled one to be sure I was not cheated on the
50 yards (150 feet!) they claim to be on a roll. He must have been
satisfied as he had not unrolled the rest....yet. He
drug out some stacks of fabric and re-sorted it for me, laying it
out on the floor so I could see what I had. He also unfolded
some so I would know how big the pieces were. Such a
Finally made it down to see if Molly was still in the
yard. Yes, she was, but because of our intrusion, I'm sure she
would have broke out shortly once we had left her. We put her
back in the garage yard. She seemed more content then the
first night. I have already learned to leave the light on. I
believe she is afraid of the dark.
Finally back to bed only to listen to a far off dog
bark a monotonous bark...bark...bark... non-stop until 4 a.m.
I asked Tim this morning who? Faith! Apparently her and
Thelma and Hawk take turns on different nights. I'm glad they
have an arrangement worked out. I'm also glad they do go off
patrol at 4 so I can get in a mini-nap before I get up around 6.
Woke up from that mini nap at 6:45. Good thing I
did not get up and wander into the livingroom during that long
'awake' spell. Diarrhea literally through out the living room.
Poor Goofy did not know which way to go. Suspect he was trying
to get out and someone was blocking one door and one of the wild
ones was barking at him at the other. By now it was
partially dry so much harder to clean up. It is now 8:45 a.m.
I've been up 2 hours and an hour of that was spent mopping over and
over again. I'm not the cleanest person, but the thought of
sitting on a floor that might still have poop residue on it just is
not going to happen. And I do sit on the floor a lot and
wallowering (sp) around when trying to get up.
Need to call the local adopter and discus some issues she must not
be aware of. Pyrs bark and dogs knock 'breakables' off
anything tail or nose high or lower. Time to go down and JoJo
proof the work room.
8/13: 4 a.m. Been up since 1:00. Goofy had to
go potty. Then Lacy had to go potty. Neither can manage alone.
Lacy can barely see in the daylight, let alone at night. Goofy just
needs help as struggles through the doggie door and off the deck so
we go out front. Went back to bed and before I could go back to
sleep, they were all going crazy. The new girl, Molly, was in
the car section of the garage. Tore the fence to pieces. I had
just had Tim spend over an hour reinforcing it. It will all have to
be torn out now and kennel panels put inside the garage (after they
are reinforced). Donít know where I will steal them from as
everything is being used. Two 33 pound bags of Senior dog food
destroyed. Dog food is everywhere. The senior is more expensive
and I had, HAD being key word, enough to last a month when I make my
next order. Not any more. The air conditioner was almost falling
out the window. She had opened the window so nothing was holding it
in. It is the best one I have. About $300 to replace it. Thank God
it didnít fall. She looks just like Sprite and she acts just like
Sprite except she has fear aggression of dogs rather than fear
aggression towards people. I have adopters coming in less then 8
hours and I am faced with where to put Molly so she does not get
loose and where to put Lacy to keep her safe. I have to open up the
house to all the dogs and the wild ones scared Lacy. I canít have
Molly running loose causing a problem. I am just ready to break
Evening. Sometime one word can crush a plan. This
word was "breakables". If you are going to have inside dogs
with big wagging tails, you can't have 'breakables'. Damn!
|8/11: Assembly line for rabies shots (and a few HW tests)
went great. Took about 25 minutes to run them all through.
Left time to give Wendy the 'tour'. Vets are usually limited
to what ever space a dog is in. We did the wild bunch in my
bedroom. Tim marked their heads with colored marker after each
rabies shot. The rest I can easily tell apart. We did
them in the family room, Tim and Colton bringing them up one at a
time and then keeping the rotation flowing.
I'm taking in a female Pyr tomorrow. Fully vetted.
Walks with a limp. Broke the leg as a puppy and their vet said
it was fine! Girl has been passed around among relatives for
the 2 years of her life. She prefers to patrol property then
go inside. Also likes to be in charge. Couple of Pits in
the mix and things are starting to escalate as the Pits leave
puppyhood. Apparently she's never been groomed. Think I
have a home for her. Really didn't want her until the weekend
but after a day late with Spirit and her being hit by a car, I don't
want to be a day late with this girl encountering the Pits.
|8/10: Val came yesterday and helped me organize dog
records. Called for vet to come out tomorrow and get everybody
caught up. Figuring time and gas to take 20 to the vet, it
made more sense to do a farm call. Wendy will be out at 2:00
I sewed today. Had been working on dark blue
collars. Finished up 20. Did yellow last week.
Think a total of about 30. More blue tomorrow. A light
blue. Then move to a navy. Then Black. Got to get
some purple and lavender foundations made so Candy can pick her top
fabric when she comes. I have to be in a color mood to make
things look right. I really do not have many purple or
lavender print choices. More then I can ever make up in blue,
red, tan and black. So many cool prints. It is my
JoJo was so glad to have me in the shop. He is so
funny. He just plays non-stop. I could really love this
guy. Cotton was glad to see me too. Took him for a walk.
He kept heading for the house. Breaks my heart. I really
miss him but Now he would have the added problem of Fraz and Emo
picking on him. Was bad enough with Parker and Freedom.
Now only TinTin causes him a problem. TinTin is a royal pain.
Terrorizes JoJo. A 27 pound dog chasing a 100 pound dog up on
a bed to escape!
Just 13 dogs in the house. All 'spares' are out
for the day. No storm so Gracie Lynn will stay put. Auna
was torn between being inside and missing Annissa. She had to
be snarky when I put her back in there. I told them to 'work
it out' and left. They did and no blood.
|8/8: Lost a day? Shuffled dogs again. Someone
interested in Auna so brought her back into the house. She was
great in here before and is again. Still need to work a bit on
the potty thing but if no one is blocking the doggie door, we are
ok. She is very happy to be in but she does miss Annissa.
I have not put anyone with Annissa yet.
Moved JoJo in with Tim to see how he and Faith would
do. I knew it would be fine. JoJo is just such a great
fella. Everything went well except TinTin scared him.
Nipped at his leg. Poor JoJo got up on a toddler bed to get
away from him. TinTin settled down after some reprimands.
I also need to move Missy in there. The local lady is trying
to decide which dog (s) to try so I am testing to see who does well
together. I pretty much can predict with 90% accuracy, but I
do have to be sure on that other 10%. I'd load Tim up if it
were not for Cotton. He gets so overwhelmed. He just wants a
quiet corner and someone to be special for. I really miss him
up here. But Freedom on one side and Parker on the other going
after him was so sad.
I also moved Gracie Lynn back with Breeze and
Lakota. That will last as long as she wants it to and not one
minute longer. Now she would be great for the local adopter if
she would not be so timid towards her. Gracie Lynn still has
trust issues until she really gets use to someone.... of course Tim
is the exception. She is never going to be his friend.
I took a nap again today. About 2 hours.
Just can not get motivated. I wanted to make more collars.
I finished several dozen yellow. Now working on 3 shades of
blue. Will be making about 30 to 40 total. Then Purple.
Then Lavender. Candy wants for Becky and Leo.
Now I remember what I did yesterday. I went shopping!
Got some fabric at the thrift store for mattress covers for the
dogs. Did several loads of laundry pre-shrinking the fabric.
Also several loads of personal stuff, like my bedspread that JoJo
had to christen.
Local lady came by and did more dog visiting. Brought
her mom who fell in love with JoJo. That was yesterday also.
|8/6: Had to get TinTin into the vet. Had a neck
wound. Not sure what from. I cannot imagine Cotton,
Faith or Lucky causing it. Don't know of any sharp objects he
could have gotten into. Hopefully not a copperhead bite.
Anxious to hear from the vet. 3 hours. They are always so
busy, don't even know if they got to him yet.
Off and on in the past 24 hours, I think I got naps
accumulative to equal 10 hours sleep. Actually had some energy
this morning. Steam cleaned the bedroom area rugs. One
was filthy. The other not so bad. Well, not so bad
compared with 'really filthy'. I still have the wall to wall
in the other bedroom where I have been sleeping with the pack.
JoJo had a time with the vacuum. I'm not sure
what he thought. I am sure it was a brand new experience.
He chased it, barked at it, nipped at it, raced circles around me
and it. I removed him and closed the door when I steam
JoJo is a delight other then needing more potty
training. He just does not like that doggie door flap after it
slapped him in the face the first day. He is pretty
confident on "in" but not fond of "out". And while on the
subject of potty... I've had dogs who think me sitting on the pot
creates a captive audience for petting. I'm usually followed
so closely, I can't get the door closed between me and them.
At least one makes it through. I usually don't even bother to
try to close the door. JoJo is no exception. Where he is
the exception is his efforts beyond the 'pet me' point. Paw in
my underwear. Attempts to climb in my lap. Nose in my
crotch. I'm not sure if he wants to smell or see what is
making that tinkling noise. Toilet paper... he wants to help.
No JoJo, I need more then one square. No, JoJo, I don't
need the whole roll. Can we learn to count to 4?
He has discovered toys! But we need to make
a distinction. Not everything in his reach is a toy. Not
everything on the floor is a toy. Fuzzy little animal shaped
things that might still squeak are probably a toy... unless it is
alive. Then you can kill it as we do not have cats or birds
or gerbils. Things mommy puts on her feet are not toys.
Things that hold up mommy's boobs are not tuggy toys. And
dirty underwear are not chew toys. Paper is not a chew toy.
An empty box is not a chew toy. Neither is a full one.
He has discovered special treats in his food bowl.
Only house dogs get them every day. The outside dogs do on
occasion. No, JoJo, the treat topping on every bowl is not
yours. Just in your bowl.
Going for a walk. I have to get Goofy out first
thing or 'it' falls and flows out. I grab Parker and Zelda
also. Parker because he is old and sweet and Zelda because she
will deliberately pee on the floor if I leave her behind. That
now leaves 5 who want to go and are left behind until a second trip.
No, JoJo, do not jump up on the glass door. No, JoJo, do
not catch the deadbolt with your paw and lock me out. No, JoJo, do
not race into the family room and try to open the window THROUGH the
vertical blinds. JoJo, you can watch from the yard.... oh,
that's right, you don't do "out" on the doggie door. At
least he has not figured out how to lock the family room door like
the ghost was doing. So second trip, I take 5 dogs. JoJo
in the lead.
JoJo is my shadow. He never had a human to call his own
before. His humans were in the house while he lingered outside
tied up or in a small pen. He never got to come into the
house. He never got loved on. I can pretty much be sure
of that as when he got drool on the lady who owned him, she like
freaked to get it washed off. When you love a dog, drool is
part of the equation. So is dog hair and eventual
incontinence. 11:30 a.m. and the morning events wore sweet
JoJo out. He sleeps at the side of my desk. It was a
8:17 p.m. And I hear the sound of paper ripping.
I turn around in my computer chair to see my wall paper being pulled
off the wall! Guess who? I lot of it has come off
through the years but it was from under the windows where there was
some moisture. I kind of had it balanced where it looked a bit
intentional. Not any more. I love you JoJo, but this
adjustment period is going to be about as tough as when Sprite
invited himself in and ate my antique chair arm. At least
Sprite didn't pee in the house. Hear that JoJo?
|8/5: Moved dogs. TinTin is in the shop. Xena
and Olaf hit it off right away. Xena had been lonesome for 2
days without having to be mother to Hercules. She was lost.
This is what I had hoped for. She immediately was ready for a
friend. I LOVE when my plans work! They don't always.
The divider fence is still up in the lower yard where I put them.
Want to be sure all continues to go well before I take it down and
give them a huge yard. The gate joining the separation is open
so they have use of the house and the carport.
Annissa and Auna are now in the yard under the deck.
They have real space protection going on so this way they do not
share a fence line with anyone.
Moved Beth Ann to the end yard by the house. I'm hoping
her being near the house pack will calm her towards other dogs.
I feel totally inadequate with her issues.
Melonie and Missy moved in where Beth Ann was the past
few days. We took that divider fence down completely and moved
it into the main back yard for the wild bunch. We closed off
the doggie door to the shared building as they now have access to
the doggie duplex. Hawk and Thelma were very glad to get full
use of their house back. They were not fond of sharing.
We just got the fencing up for the wild ones when it
started to rain. We really cut it close. Now they can go
out and potty without me chasing them across the creek and falling
and coming up looking like the creature from the Black Lagoon.
All I have to do is open gates in good weather and they have full
run of the acreage. Had it that way before but with the dog
overload, I had to move it to make 2 yards out of one. those
days are over!
Talked with Possums foster this morning. They are
adopting him. I know Althea will foster Trip as long as
necessary. I know Susan is probably ready for Julie to come
here. Without having to re-divide any yards, I am ready for
her as soon as the local lady picks which dog(s) she wants.
I'm at 36 with 2 in foster. Seven of those are Sanctuary
dogs, (Goofy, Parker, Zelda, Chipi, Hanna, Sahara and Freedom)
not going anywhere until they cross the Rainbow Bridge. Of the
remaining 31, four are heartworm positive (Lakota, Trip, Layne &
JoJo). Hercules has a heart defect. Of the 26, six
are still pretty un-social. (Patty, Pumpkin, Fraz, Emo, Cola and
Leslie. Although I do have a potential adopter for one. The
remaining 20 are, for the most part healthy, happy and really good
adoption candidates. Local lady may take 2. Best of the
remaining 20 are Breeze, Faith, Dillon, Mint, Thelma, Louise,
Olaf, Xena, Annissa, Julie, Missy and TinTin. A bit harder
will be Auna, Gracie Lynn (ok, a lot harder), Beth Ann (dog
fear) , Harmony, Melonie, Hawk (kills cats & chickens) .....Cotton
is older and has less chance. and who 2 am I missing???
|8/4: Otis, Spirit and Bandit are on the road with Sandra
to KC. I put Hercules and Harmony together. Perfect!
Hercules is in his glory. He never went in the water when with
Xena. Now he is romping in and out. In about 15 minutes
he actually wore Harmony out. We put JoJo in with Beth Ann.
That will take some watching. Beth was attacked by another dog
so has trust issues. JoJo is so laid back, I think being with
him will help her get over some fear. But I need to be sure
she does not pick on him. I really do not want Beth Ann.
Never did. One problem dog (Lakota) is enough. Still
need to separate Olaf and TinTin. TinTin will go in the shop
and I will work on putting Olaf and Xena together.
Spent 2 hours plus on the bed with Pumpkin last
night grooming her up. Was not that long ago, maybe a
month, or 6 weeks. But always miss spots. I had to leash
her to keep her from bailing on me. Tried to walk her on lead
this morning. I did drag her out the door. We did make a
little progress. Walked down the walkway. 50 feet in
about 15 minutes. But progress is progress. Leslie
went reluctantly. She is good for me but Betty and Nancy are
still strangers to her. But she did pretty good. I tried
Freedom but that is not going to happen. He almost bit the
leash in two and we were not even out of the kitchen. I let
him go after a few minutes before I totally destroyed any trust I
had gained with him.
Got to get to the store. Then home in time for
the lady that says she is coming. I am not re-arranging
anything any more. And I have not heard back on the Newf girl.
I'd much rather add black to the pack in the form of a Newf then a
little black lab named Melonie.
Evening: Not all the dog shuffling went well. Beth Ann
kept attacking JoJo for nothing he was doing. He is scared of
her. I put him in an empty yard and he cried.... so he is in
the house. Checked everything out. Did NOT mark!!!
Getting along fine with the others. Gracie Lynn is making him
crazy wanting to play. The wild bunch attempted to gang up on
him but just a word of caution from me and they left him alone.
He explored their side and Fraz and Emo were a bit 'supervisial' A
few words of warning from me and that solved things. Love it
when they listen!!
Lovely local lady came today. She saw my flyer.
No computer. I made her a personal flyer of all the available
dogs for her to take home. She really likes Missy and Missy
liked her. She has quite a few others on her list too.
Once I get the application, she can pick one and then if it is not a
fit, then try another. Be like a vacation for each dog and me
Hercules and Harmony continue to have a great time together.
It had not been a match I had considered before today.
Hopefully he will not over tax his heart, but he can't live in a
bubble like Xena was making him do. Without quality of life
quantity means nothing.
|8/3: Someone else is coming tomorrow to look at the dogs.
She called about a month ago but can't remember the particulars.
SUV is loaded except for dogs. Otis, Bandit and
Spirit will be off to Colorado. Will spend the night in KC at
a kennel where CARE will pick them up Wed. morning. I have
been a nervous wreck. I always am. Thankfully I have
someone great to transport. Dave could have also, but I didn't
check with him on his schedule. Oh well, it would have been
quite a load for his vehicle. I have someone coming up this
week to meet the wild bunch. I think she has the skills but
not sure she wants to take on the challenge.
Brought Melonie up today. She is into everything so she
will be a 'daytime' visitor for awhile. I would not sleep
wondering what she was destroying. She has a wonderful
disposition. I like her. Didn't think I would. A
miniature Sweetness with all the desires as well as all the
My stomach has been complaining all day. I think
my ability to eat frozen yogurt again has again come to an end.
It was great while it lasted.
|8/2: 7:00 a.m. An interesting occurrence. Normally I close
the doors and gates between the wild ones when I feed. Then
about an hour later I open them. The 7 on 'this' side know the
rules: No sticking your nose in anyone elses bowl. But
the wild bunch grazes and no one has a designated spot. They
have figured it out on their own and it works. The wild ones
wanted to stay on 'this side' this morning so I just want ahead and
fed everybody. Bowls went in their usual places. This is
the first time Fraz and Emo have come to eat without waiting for the
others to finish. The other 5 wild ones were perfectly content
to go eat later. And the 7 on this side know not to bother
food that is not theirs. I am thrilled.
Val will come today to help. Hope the heat does
not rise so dogs can get walked. If it does, they will just
Have a potential adopter coming this afternoon.
Not gotten an application but she is affiliated with TEJAS and had
one of their dogs as a service dog. Her service Newf has come
down with an illness and needs replaced. I want the Newf!
I don't know what the procedure is, but I miss having a Newf.
She will not be a Fez, but just a big black 'rug' to step over.
If it is meant to be, it will happen. She is looking at
Lakota, which I do not think is a good choice, but then I see
miracles every day. I'm not sure what her needs are, just that it
needs to be a big dog.
I also have a great app for one of the wild ones. I
think she can handle the needs and challenges of one. Will
finish up on the app Monday so she can make plans to travel and meet
them. I wish she was rural, but it is a very off set high end
residential area that is close knit and they watch out for one
another and one anothers dogs. I have another app that I like
for a wild one, but I really don't think they understand what Feral
8:00 a.m. Day is going down hill fast. I ended up
near hysterics. I got the paperwork all mixed up for the
dogs going on transport Tuesday morning. I got a health
certificate for Blake instead of Bandit. I can't find the
records for the HW tests for 2 of them. I could not find the
rabies cert. for one but do have receipt where it was given. I
could not find the DHPP for 2 that I know I gave. I worm and
give DHPP the day they arrive unless I have paperwork showing it was
recently done. I realized why I was confused on Chloe and
nothing was done because I did Spirit twice. They look a lot
alike and Spirit was in the house for awhile. I got so
confused that I just started to cry and could not stop. Thank
goodness Val was coming. She helped me straighten out the
paperwork on the 3 for transport. I will have to get a HC for
Bandit and the HW test results print out for Otis faxed from the vet
who did it. Got to have this tomorrow as leaves Tuesday.
I also had to go down and give 2 DHPP and the bordatella. I am
just losing my mind. I have got to get all the adoptables
gone. I can't do all this by myself.
Afternoon: Well, potential adopter is out. She
did not have the courtesy to call and cancel. Nothing.
When you set an appointment, you should show up and if you are not
going to make it, at least call. I re-arranged
everything for today. I ran Val home and did not even get
groceries while I was in town. Thought I needed to be home for
this person. I had Tim groom out Lakota which cost me money.
He was just combed out 2 weeks ago but they are all shedding so bad.
I rushed a sandwich for lunch. I have fought to stay awake
since I was up several times during the night for extended periods.
Full moon. Lots of barking. 2:00 now. Too late for
a nap. I'm going to go make a few more collars. I wish I
could send 'no shows' a bill like a doctor does and turn it over to
collection if they do not pay.
|8/1: Seeming empty. Only 14 dogs in the house.
Tuesday Otis, Spirit and Bandit leave. I have a couple of good
applicants for the wild ones. One has the experience to take
any of them. The other needs one close to ready. I'm
just not sure if one is really close enough. I don't think too
many people really understand they were feral, not just frightened
and unsocial. There is a difference when it comes to building
trust. A frightened, scared, previously abused dog has a
foundation of people interaction. They understand what a human is
even though it was probably bad. A feral dog has only a
glimpse of someone on 2 legs and not 4. They have no basis
from their senses to build on. No human smell. Maybe a
distant sound, but it would blend with a tractor or machinery.
They would not know what was making the sound. Sight; one
creature, alone, moving and joining moving objects that make noise.
No taste. No licking of human skin. Feral = isolation.
Unsocial = too much interaction of the wrong kind.
Layne is hogging attention from Dillon. He is
such a sweetheart. Always has been. He goes outside and
she plops herself across the doggie door so he can't come in.
We put the canopy gazebo thing up in the yard. Additional
shade. Put their wading pool under it and also an old swing I
had in the back yard. I had some old huggy pillows so quickly
sewed together a cover for them to make cushions for the swing.
Somehow I mis-measured. They are a few inches to small but I'm
not doing it over. Brain is just too tired.
I put in a roast this morning and it is ready. Going to sit
down and have some lunch and then maybe a nap.
|7/30: Tim just found the shedding of a very large rattler
in the walkway between the dog yards. They will be out there
spraying as soon as Colton gets the weeds down inside the yards.
I know that seems backwards, but we need the weeds down so the spray
wont get cut off and strewn. Tim will be spraying under all
the buildings. Just one more added stress.
|7/29: The 'wild bunch' has literally taken over my
bedroom. When I sleep in there, several of them come and and
bark at me as if to say 'get out'. I headed in there to get a
different pair of shoes this morning and was told, via woof woof,
that I was not welcome in "their" space. I love it! For
them to feel so comfortable in MY space that they claimed it, is
|7/28: I've not mentioned the crazy rich bitch but I think
she has went too far. Some time back she threatened to destroy
me and the rescue. Tim was in jail the past few days on an out
of state warrant that did not exist!!! The rich bitch has
deputies on her payroll. Money will buy just about anything
and just about anyone. There is no way to prove it, but there
is no other explanation. All I can hope for is Karma gets her
damn quick. (He did get out last night after contact with an
attorney in that state).
|7/26: This weekend covered The good, the bad, the pretty and the
ugly. The good was an amazing bunch of ladies showing up to groom
dogs. The bad (or rather sad) was that they all had to eventually go
home. The pretty was the way the many dogs look when we got done
working on them. The ugly was my body after a run in with a pile of
rocks in the creek at midnight in a rain, thunder and lightening
storm. The storm was unexpected and Fraz and Emo had never been in
the house. I had just moved them
where they could come in but they did not know how. I HAD to get
them inside. There was absolutely no shelter out on the hill. I had
to run them off the hill and then pray they would go up the ramp.
Fraz finally did, but Emo kept doubling back. About 20 minutes into
the 'circus', I slipped crossing the creek. When I finally gave up
screaming for help (no one could hear me for the storm) I dragged
myself out of the creek, off the rocks and was finally able to get
to my feet. Emo was still on the hill. I prayed out loud very loudly
"Please make Emo go inside". Several more passes and several more
pleading prayers and he went up the ramp. Thank you God!.
I got into the house and closed everyone inside. Then I
went into the bathroom to dry off. The rain running down my face
turned out to be blood running out of my nose. My nose was swollen.
Without the mirror, I could only see the bloody knees, the bloody
hands and swollen arm. I was covered in mud. leaves, blood and rain.
I seriously looked like the creature from the black lagoon. I
started a bath. Decided I didn't want to sit in the mud. While the
tub filled, I took a shower. Clogged the drain with all the creek
debris. Then took a bath. More creek debris floated around me. I
finished off with a second shower where still more debris fell out
of my hair. Then I woke Candy up. I know if I had woke her up before
I cleaned up, she would have thought the zombies had invaded and
probably did me more harm then the rocks in the creek did. She went
back to sleep unaware of my adventure. Boy I wish I could sleep like
Next morning, I could barely move. the swelling on the arm had
gone down but the nose had grown. Hands looked good and were
functional. Back was killing me. Kathleen rubbed some stuff on
me and said I had a lump where there should not be one and I was
black and blue. No idea how I could fall on my face and bruise
my back. And my voice is just about gone. Guess the screaming
for help strained my vocal cords.
Candy and Kathleen left at noon. The others had
just come for Saturday only. I finished up Emo since Kathleen
and I had him cornered. Dog food is dished, I'm feeding a little
early and then going to bed. My body is a wreck. But aside from
the fall in the creek, it was a wonderful weekend. Can't wait
for the next one end of August.
P.S. and Mary Ann took Blake home. A perfect dog for a
|7/24: Seems like everything hits at once, but there is no
break in between. Candy on her way with the very sick
Pyr so ready to head to the vet and meet here there as soon as she
gets to town. Transporter called and van broke down 3 hours
from here. Sent Tim to fill up my SUV in case repairs are
going to take more then the 3 hours it will take for him to get to
her. He will load the crates and be ready. Then I need
to see if it is possible for me to rent him a car for him to get
back here if the van won't be fixed for him to bring it back.
And of course, I'd need permission for him to drive the van back if
it were fixable in the next 24 hours. I feel really sorry for
the transporter. These things can just ruin a great day.
|7:23 evening: Incoming tomorrow. Candy will be here
bringing me one in very bad shape. Infected puncture wounds
from a pit bull attack that happened right there at the shelter
where she was at. She also has what to Candy appears to be
chemical burns on a large portion of her body. As soon as they
get to town Candy will take her straight to my vet and I will meet
them there. It sounds horrific.
Cotton seems glad to be home and glad to be down in the
shop with Tim. It is just Cotton, Faith and Lucky. We
moved the others because they started to pick on Cotton. He
just seems to be a target. Poor guy. I will be so glad
when I am down to around 20. No one will be left out without a
person and a "home" environment.
|7/23: Cotton went into surgery this morning. I'm a
basket case. Just too much stress. Transport forms that
don't work, dogs no one wants, applicants that vanish and applicants
that want the same dog. Paperwork. I hate paperwork.
So far behind on thank yous. So far behind on keeping the dogs
records in order. I want everything that is broken to be
fixed. And since none of this is going to go away, I just want
for me to go away..... with my sanctuary dogs.
I am struggling with putting Cotton with Tim. I want to
keep him with me, but he is miserable. He lays on my bed all
day. I have to escort him out because Freedom is mean to him
on one side and Parker is mean to him on the other. I'm trying
to get Freedom and Leslie to be on the front side and then open up
the gate for Fraz and Emo to be on the back side and hopefully take
trusting cues from Cola, Patty and Pumpkin. I know there would
be a fight with Freedom. And I know Freedom needs Leslie
as his support system.
|7/22: Edison crossed the Rainbow Bridge this morning.
He went very peacefully. It was very hard for me. It
seems the less time they are here, that harder it hurts. When
they have been here a long time, I know I have given them many happy
years. But when they have only been here months, I hate that I
was not able to make up for all the sadness they had in their life.
I guess that is the difference between the heart of a rescuer and
the heart of a regular dog lover.
We stayed busy. It rained off and on all day but I kept
Tim on the roof and Colton putting in screws so we could finish
getting the roof on the porch. Only 2 panels to go. They
will be the hard ones as they will have to be cut and somehow adhere
to corrugation running at an angle.
I took Cotton into the vet and his incision is infected.
He goes back in for surgery tomorrow morning to re-open it and clean
it out. UGH! I should have put him on cephalexin on day
When we were done with the roof, Tim helped me take the ones
in that are going to Colorado. I needed weights. I
should have just taken the van. Crates are already in it.
No AC, but it was cool today with all the light showers.
Carly leaves Friday for Michigan. All of a sudden
I am getting a lot of adoption inquires. I sure hope they
follow through and that they are good homes.
|7/20: Got a PM message to take a dog. Local.
Moving. Could not find a place that allowed dogs. 3 year
old Pyr mix. Very pretty girl, vetted. I can't.
Who will??? It is not my responsibility. But who will
make her theirs?? I can't even help find her a home because I
can't even find homes for the 30 some adoptables that are here that
need them. I have 3 going to rescue in Colorado but I can't
even get them to KC for transport. No room to take all 3 at
once. Only rescues understand. Even rescue helpers do
not completely understand. Just one more dog. How
could that be so hard? Well,
+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1 +1+1+1+1+1+1+1 that is the
difference it makes!!! Then you figure each one of those
"1"s represents $50 a month (food, preventatives, added electricity,
poop that will eventually be paid to haul. away.) In addition
to that, vet bills. Some will have few. Some will have
huge. Never does one have none. Add gas to go to the
vet. For some add gas to transport in or out. If I
adopted out every single dog tomorrow, it would take an adoption fee
of $1000 per dog to cover the past 12 months expenses.
Nauna and baby are coming home this morning. Tim
and I had to close up that gap in the wall so wasps and flies can't
come in. When we tore off to make the porch, there was nothing
but air space up above. Tim has done almost everything.
Colton is in for a surprise. He is going to work for me for
about 20 hours and Tim is going to get the money as it was Coltons
job to do for his and Naunas apartment.
|7/19: Nauna had her baby early this morning. Tim
stayed at the hospital with them until it was born. He came
home to feed the dogs and go to bed. He slept until 1:00.
Hot today so we will work on the porch roof in the morning and
hopefully get it close to finished. The rest of the roof tin
will be here Wednesday. I mis-calculated. Then mis-calculated
again, but I ordered double what I thought I was short so that was
good! For some reason 10 x 32" kept coming up 10 pieces for
32' . DUH!
|7/18: Dogs look too much alike in the semi darkness of
night lights. Woke up many times during the night.
Eating buffet did not agree with me. Chloe had been stretched
out next to the toilet each time. I counted dogs as I often
do. With them all up there in years, I worry one will go
outside, fall down and not be able to get up. I went around
with each name in my head, accounting for each. Parker was
missing. I looked in all his usual places and those places he
would not be. Put on some shorts and shoes and prepared to get
the flash light and go outside. One more trip through the
house. Then it dawned on me. Chloe could not be in 2
places at once. Chloe had moved into the livingroom behind the
loveseat. Parker had taken her spot by the toilet. All
accounted for. All quiet. Almost 5 a.m. Maybe I
can get just a little more sleep if I go back to bed right now.
After morning chores: Stuck with Betty Crocker for breakfast.
Prefer Martha Wright. A few words before the timer goes off
and I can eat. I did go back to sleep for a few minutes. Did
not want to get out of bed but finally decided I'd better.
6:15 and running behind. Got the remainder of the dogs bowls
washed that I had not finished last night and got three out the door
at a time for a walk. I usually only take Goofy, Parker and
Zelda but tired of cleaning up 'protest pee' because Chloe did not
get a walk. No pee to clean up since she got a walk.
Zelda will do the same thing. Protest pee; only she will look
right at me in defiance.
A bit cooler this morning so hopefully we can get the rest of
the porch studs up and the metal on. I had to order more metal
roofing which will be here Wednesday. Where I came up with 22'
is beyond me. Probably as that is the lingth of the yard.
A 10' and a 12' panel. The porch is 32' plus an overlap onto a
different roof. I needed 3 more so ordered 6. Not taking
any chances this time. Good thing there is no delivery charge
to the store. Hopefully we will not run into any more
|7/17: We worked until a few minutes past noon on the porch
roof. So darn hot. Getting Tim to come down is hard.
He gets obsessed with finishing. I took them to lunch.
Of course the food did not agree with me. I am only safe with
Wendys. Any restaurant, fast food or buffet just attacks my
stomach. After eating, we stopped at Lowes and picked up the
few pieces of lumber I was short. Tim says we will finish
tomorrow. What an optimist. Before we started yesterday,
I thought we'd be done today.
Layne and Dillon are so happy to have a people
house. They have been in with Nauna and Colton for several
days. Dillon has regained that sparkle he had when he was in
the shop with Tim. Layne was probably a house dog at one time.
I do not even remember where she came from. She is very happy
too. I just wish I had a place for all of them, but more
important, forever homes.
Several applications but when I email questions, no
reply. Then others want a 'right now' answer and if they don't
get it within 2 days, I get an email "I found another dog". At
least they let me know but it is not like it matters. As long
as they are adopting and not buying.
|7/16 evening: Out in the heat this morning until 11:30.
The best laid plans hit a big block. Actually, lack of block.
Our shop building was build without a header!!! The plan was
simple. We place a 2x4 across the front of the building.
Screw the heck out of it and put some exterior supports at strategic
locations. Then attach the 2 x 4 hangers to that and run the
studs. Support the front, lay the cross bracings and then
ready for the metal roofing. I figured about 8 hours with the
3 of us working on it. Plan was to get half done this morning.
Finish it up tomorrow. Not even close.
First the screws would not pierce the metal siding. We
ran wide masking tape so we could tap the porch beam and it would
show us where the screws were set. Then we'd get the drill and
start pilot holes. Got the tape started. Drilled a hole.
Nothing! We hit nothing!! Decided we better investigate.
We marked off a level line across the front of the building.
After spending an hour digging through tools, we found a metal blade
to cut the siding. Tim cut the first piece. For the life
of me I have not a clue what has held up the roof since it was built
in 1989. A 22 foot span had 2 vertical supports plus end supports.
Cutting 6" down, we found a cross beam. Tim did the cutting.
Colton hacked away at the foam insulation that was hard as rock.
I cut the verticals we would need to support the roof and screw our
porch beam to. We got about 10' cleaned, and supported.
We had started before 8:00. We will be at it again as
soon as the dog chores are done tomorrow. We have to at least
get the porch beam in place incase we get rain. If it were to
rain, we will be in big trouble. No way to tarp it or cover
it. I must brag. I do have a creative mind.
Nothing is going to stop me from overcoming the unexpected.
Cotton was in front of the cabinet where I keep my night
clothes. Reaching in and grabbing without seeing, I ended up
with 2 left slippers. I settled and wore one on the right foot
anyway. I step over and mop around them too.
|7/16 : Storm hit around 5:00. Very loud
thunder. Had to grab Gracie Lynn and bring her in. She
was frantic jumping between Lakota's yard and JoJo's yard trying to
find an escape to the house. I went to bed last night at
around 6:00. I must have slept like a rock. Woke up at
7:45. Wow! Grabbed on my shoes and got Goofys leash.
Got him, Zelda and Parker out the door. Usually Goofy is
peeing down the walk way. Not this morning. Then I realized
the sun was in the wrong place! It was 7:45 P.M., not A.M.
Good thing I walked them before I dished up the dog food and got my
breakfast cake into the oven.
I did manage to go back to sleep but nature called again at
midnight. Took care of my needs and then decided Cotton had
been in too long. I closed off the path to get outside with
him and took him for a walk. Leslie loves to go with, but
afraid of the leash going on. She got left behind tonight.
She is getting really attached to me too. I think she is a bit
older then the 5 year estimate. Maybe 7 or 8. She just
acts tired. Who knows how many years she was chained to that
igloo all alone with no human or animal interaction. She
craves the hugs we share and enjoys the combing. She rarely
mats. Her coat is like Saharas, bunny fur.
Poor Cotton. He is afraid of Parker on the front side
and Freedom on the back side so he hides in my bedroom or bathroom
all day and night. His big adventure is his walks or when I go
in and sit with him. Breaks my heart but I don't know what to
do. I can't send Parker down to the shop. I can't move
Freedom. Freedom is so close to letting me approach him.
He will stand just out of reach of me now, studying me. No
more fear, just a little uncertainty. I try to comb him once a
week for just 20 to 30 minutes. His coat is like bunny fur yet
very long and only mats on his back. It takes very little time
to get him nice. In between I do a lot of just massaging and
snuggling so the process lasts an hour or so. I try to keep it
going at least 15 minutes past his relaxed point.
I have adopters wanting Cotton, but he would get less
attention then he gets here. He requires combing out at least
an hour every other day. It takes about 10 hours to get him
totally de-matted and then the process starts all over. By the
time I finish, the end I started with has to be done again.
His coat is like Goofys'. Also, Cotton had his lump removed.
I just got vet notes. Rob was suppose to do it and call me.
The vet notes were by Wendy. That is fine because Wendy is my
second choice, but I should have been told there was a change or at
least told after the fact instead of being ignored every time I
asked for Rob to call me about what he found. Even with the
vet notes, I do not have a clue of an opinion. I just could
not afford a biopsy report. I would not put him through cancer
It is now 1:10 a.m. Guess my stomach is
done churning so will try to go back to sleep. I really do
need to consider moving my sewing machines up here and my computer
desk out into the living room. My WiFi is here though.
I'd have to have the cable moved. Wonder if they charge?
Oh , but them it would not transmit to the shop for Tim to get
netflix. Maybe I could just set it on a shelf near where it
is. Yep, that would work.
|7/15: For the first time in 6 weeks, I could actually eat
a decent meal. I'll skip the details, but there has been
ongoing drama. The drama is not over, but thanks to many
fellow rescuers and their input and advise, I believe I have firm
ground. I sent out
my situation to my whole rescue list and they in turn passed it to
other rescues they knew. The advise and support has been
amazing. I have a lawyer and an expert witness on livestock guardian
breeds willing to stand up for me.
This is the first hours I have had any motivation
to do anything. Thanks yous for donations are over due.
Dogs getting ready for transport is running behind. Emails...
oh, they have really stacked up. And I have to get some
collars done for people. The webbing I previously failed to
order came in today. I've not opened the boxes, but she hope
the dye lots are compatible with the terry cloth. The colors I
have are pretty iffy. Making these collars is my relaxation.
Since I am having so many computer problems, I am tempted to just
try to get everything onto that tiny screen laptop and turn the
computer room into a sewing room. that way when I can't sleep
at night, I can sew. Currently when I can't sleep, dogs get
combed out, but many more nights like the last 6 weeks worth and the
poor things may end up bald in spots. And sitting on the floor
spread Eagle is not good on the old back, butt or shoulders.
Gracie Lynn got to come up last night because there was one
big roll of thunder. No storm, but I didn't have the energy to
throw on clothes to walk her back to her yard. But this
morning her and Chloe were into it again. I don't know why as
they both get along so well with everybody. Even each other.
Took 4 dogs into the vet this morning. 1 rabies shot, 2
HW tests, 2 stitches out, one microchip in. Was easier to take
one at a time in the car then get the SUV out and crates in.
I'm all for easy even if it takes a lot more time. I need to
sit down with all the dog records and see who needs what. That
can be an evening thing for us gals on the 24th, and 25th when we
have our second girl get together dog grooming party. I
suspect by then we will be having a new baby ohhh and ahhh party
too. Doctor said Nauna can deliver any day. So sad she
will not have family here. I don't know her circumstance and I
don't ask. I've kind of adopted all 3 helpers.
Been way too hot and humid to do any work on the porch.
Luckily we did not start a few days ago. Yesterday a friend on
FB posted the construction process of her metal roof construction.
I would have done it wrong.
|7/14: Craziness continues. I think I have one problem
solved and an even bigger one rears it's ugly head. I just
want to find a cave big enough for me and my fur kids. Get rid
of the phone. Be near a creek for water and bathing. Cook on a
camp fire. Have supplies air dropped once a month. Dig a
hole for the potty needs. But then at 70, I'd probably fall
and break a hip and I'd eventually end up dog food. Can there
ever just be a normal life after rescue?
|7/13: Chipi was shaking her head so I went to clean her ears.
Blood! Rushed to the vet. Just a polyp (sp) that I must
have broke with my finger. Bad yeast infection. Glad I
buy Gentizol by the pint bottle.
It has been so hot! Otis and what ever her name
is.... ya, Harmony, were the only ones without AC so we shuffled
dogs and got them into a yard with one. Hopefully Harmony will
not eat the knobs or cord. I'm not even sure who is where now.
I just told Tim to figure it out. Hopefully the new
arrangement will be ok, what ever it may be.
|7/12 for a few minutes. Just got done spending 4 hours on
Pumpkin. She too is lopsided. I want to salvage as much
coat as possible, but the side they lay on gets so much more matted.
I'll try to even her up but that is just about as likely as evening
up the other wild ones.
Well, guess I wasted my efforts with an apology on my
'doubtful' blog comments of 7/8. She is on a rampage.
Only one or 2 people would have assumed who I was referring to if
she had not posted all over facebook. Well, I really don't
care. She can continue to make a fool of herself. I have
better things to do then sit on facebook and read through everybodys
pages. I 'follow' about 6 people. Her, not being one of
them. But I do read every comment people post on mine. I
squeeze it in while I eat breakfast and while I eat in the
afternoon. I have dog things to take care of the rest of the
time. Apparently Miss "I'm so special" either is super woman
and has a clone, has a lot of people helping or would rather spend
more time on facebook then interacting with her animals.
Midnight just approached. I'm going to bed. Sunup
comes early and I have a long 'to do' list for tomorrow.
|7/10: Cotton had his lump removed. The incision is
HUGE! I specified Rob to do it. If he did, then it was
necessary. If the one I don't like did it, then I doubt it
was. She made a 6" incision for a spay so I don't want her
touching my guys. Anyway, he was glad to be home. I
wanted to leave him in the family room, but he wanted back in my
bedroom. Last night after his bath, he got on my bed! I
was thrilled when I went in there. I was planning to sleep in
the other room because of the storm and all the other guys needing
comfort. But I crawled in with Cotton and fell asleep petting
him. I woke up later to find he had gotten down, so I switched
My ghost has gone. I miss him. It was chaos, but
I felt it was very important. Maybe because of all the stress
I am under forcing me to get back on track with my plan, he doesn't
feel needed at the moment. I almost want to go off track just
to have him back. I looked at a chart on "stages of grief" and
I am at the bottom, the very bottom. I guess I plummeted
because I missed quite a few stages on the way down..... I
wonder if I could send my ghost to Texas to haunt the wicked witch?
He was really good at opening gates (doors) and letting animals out.
|7/9: Barely. Fed up. Fed up with people.
Fed up with computers. Fed up with government. Fed up
with being harassed by a crazy people. I am losing my
mind...literally. I can't remember the dogs names when I look
at them. I forget appointments. I have to write myself
notes (which I promptly lose. If it were not for Tim, Colton
and Nauna, I would close. I can't do this mentally,
emotionally, physically or financially. I just realized I had
closed the wild ones in. They were having a disagreement so
went to check. Poor things were closed in since 4 p.m.
It is now 2 a.m. I can't do this anymore. Last night I
cornered either Patty or Pumpkin. Which ever was almost mat
free but too many for me to have missed, but not enough to have not
been worked on. The escape took place before I could check the
dew claws. If they had been trimmed, it would have been the
dog worked on the night before.
I am going to disconnect from my outside life. This
blog will be it. Someone else can handle adopters.
Someone else can say "No, Ozark Dogs is not taking any in.
Period!" The stress is destroying me. The dogs keep me
going.... but from now on, it will be just the old dogs that I will
hug until their, or my, dying day.
Did not get back to sleep. My knee is
killing me. It's the "good" knee. Got to go pick up JoJo
in a few minutes. Wrote a complaint letter that I really don't
want to send, but issues that have to be addressed. But today
I'm just going to go to the shop and hide behind the sewing machine.
I accomplished a lot there yesterday. I really need to get
over to the sewing factory and have them help me determine what
machine I need. My one is a 'home' version and I hate it.
I have been using factory machines for 53 years. Using a home
model is like trading in a corvette for a bicycle.
|7/8/: One of THOSE days. Running behind by 25
minutes. Not at all like me. Things just seemed to go in
slow motion. And when they weren't, it was a race. A
race to get goofy out the door before the pee and poop falls out.
I had forgotten and started cooking liver. Liver they would
not touch raw yesterday so not to waste, tried cooking it.
Then remembered Goofy. Turned down the burner and raced out
the door with him. Goofy was taking his sweet time.
Worried about the food on the stove, although I do not have counter
surfers. Then remembered I had not told Tim not to feed JoJo
because he was going in for neuter this morning. Tried to race Goofy
up the back steps so I would pass Tim. Goofy fell off! I
finally got his leg up and got him turned around. By now, I
was about in tears. Got back to a huge puddle. Either
Zelda or Chloe protesting. I had already put Gracie Lynn back
in with Lakota. Cleaned up. Turned the burner back up.
Got the food bowls dished. Went in the bedroom to go to the
bathroom and saw the bedspread on the floor. Picking it up,
found a giant hole in it. Chloe!!! She was doing this
with the table cloths and anything I laid on a chair. Pulling
off the bedspread never occurred to me. The hole is in a place
where I cannot patch it. Actually there is nothing to patch it
with anyway. She ate the hole. Not just a tear.
By now it is almost 8:00. I usually have a dog in by 7:45.
8:30 is deadline. It was just as fast to cut the liver, dump
it into bowls and serve it as it would be to move everything to a
safe place. Some of the liver was tough so I had to separate
it for the young ones and give the tender to the old ones. It
didn't matter. They don't like cooked liver either!
Chloe dumped her bowl. Goofy took Parkers bowl and left his
full. I guess Parker must have liked the liver. Got the
bowls out to the wild ones. Grabbed the scanner, the
micro-chip, the leash and car keys and was out the door.
Honked. Tim got JoJo and we were at the vets by 8:29!
Came home to another puddle.
EVENING: Storm hit hard just after 4:00.
Getting ready to feed the dogs and swish, down came the rain.
I had left an empty bowl on the deck rail. When I went to get
it about half an hour later, it had 2" of rain in it. It is a
straight sided bowl so pretty accurate. I ran to town.
Out of chocolate milk!!! When I got home, the power was off.
I had thought about grabbing something to eat in town, but had some
stuff thawed I planned to cook. So much for that idea.
Since I could not get the car in the garage without disconnecting
the opener, I drove back to town and got fast food. By the
time I got home, the power was back on. Now I still have to
cook up the chicken since it thawed last night. Not in the
mood. It is eerily calm out. I just want to go to
bed....after a bath.... but sharing my tub with Parker is not
likely, and him getting out is just as unlikely.
|7/4: No fireworks but might be some tonight. I think
the rain and storm kind of put a damper on it. The thunder and
lightening out did any pyrotechnics. I left Gracie Lyn in the
house as knew she would get back in anyway.
I want to bed at 7 and slept to midnight. Could not go
back to sleep so took Cotton and Leslie for a walk. The storm
had passed and the sky was dotted with stars and a 7/8 th moon.
Freedom wanted to come with but he is still a ways from putting a
leash on him. When I got back, the others were picking on
Carly. They pick on her a lot. So I picked her up and
put her on the bed with me. I got some kisses :-). You
know that 'sigh' when a dog relaxes. It is such a heartwarming
thing. I think this is the first time since coming here a week
or so ago that she has truly relaxed. She is such a precious
little girl. In looks, reminds me of Angel. In
personality (insecurity) is just like Sweetness. Guess that is
why I have a special fondness for this dog that lacks everything in
the looks and size department.
This morning I put Gracie Lynn down with JoJo. He
came yesterday. Looking out the window, I do not see them.
They are both escape artists so hopefully they are just in the dogs
house. I don't really want to know.
Nauna and Coltons apartment is just about
finished. Still needs some taping, texturing and paint.
|7/1: Well, as expected, the guy did not show up Sunday, as
he said, to retrieve his dogs. This leaves one very needy dog
without a place to go. I get madder and madder at people all
the time. But I can't blame the dogs. Here is a real
need but I have 6 dogs here I was conned into taking. There
was no 'need'. People were just wanting to make their problem
someone elses so they exaggerated or outright lied.
|6/24 @ 2:54 a.m. I've been sleeping in the spare bedroom.
I use to hate that mattress but now I like the 30 + year old
firmness. My 13 year old mattress has sagged and no matter how
I position myself, I get stiff. I end up rolling into the
'canyons'. And partly, also, because it is where Loren spent
the last year of his life. He hurt too much even for me to sit
on the edge. So now I snuggle into where he laid and feel a
closeness I miss. Lastly, because Pumpkin would always bark at
me for being in "her" room. The furry 6 (no longer the 'wild
ones') have taken over my room. It is literally like they have
made it theirs. Plenty of room and it is cool. It is
also shelter from rain. Years of exposure and neglect, they
have finally come around to be comfortable in their happy place.
I'm considering moving my clothes. But if I have company, I
need to be the one in with the furry 6 as they are not yet ready to
let a stranger invade their room.
I really don't know how it happened but 2 new dogs.
One, Carly, is very plain. Probably more lab then Pyr but very
sweet. Annissa is a beautiful young Pyr with an attitude.
She can be a snarky bitch. And then I will be getting a boy
from Louisiana. He is big and old and will stay here. He
reminds me of Keeton. Not sure what I will name him. I
guess I really should mention how many I've said 'no' to this
week.... I have lost count. I can say no. Just wanted to
let you all know. Just not sure what drives the decision.
Certainly not common sense or I would not have Missy and Melonie...or
Olif and TinTin.
|6/21: Kayla is on her way to Chicago to her new home.
Getting so I miss every one that leaves even if they were not in the
house pack. She was such a loving girl. Just loves
cuddled. I hope they give her lots of cuddles. I
just want every one to have a great life and forget they were here.
They are happy here, but they need more. They need to feel
ACs have arrived. Will do some swapping out
tomorrow and get the more appropriate sizes in each space.
Then cut some holes in the walls for the dogs areas that have none.
I'm on electrical level pay so won't really know what this summer
has run with them all going. Every time I turn one off or on,
I think about the poor dogs tied outside with no AC or those in
shelters that don't have AC. There are so many rural shelters
that are like hot houses in the summer and refrigerators in the
winter. Breaks my heart. I can't fix for everyone so do
the best I can for those here. If I had a million dollars, I
would spend it fixing poor community shelters so the dogs would be
comfortable. I know there are people out there with millions
to donate because they have to the local HS who just squander the
money. I would make every penny count and see that dogs are
not only saved, but comfortable during the wait for a forever home.
I should be getting tougher seeing all I see but I'm getting softer
|6/19: Blake (aka Alabama Blue) started limping yesterday.
Nauna came up to get him for his medicated bath and we noticed him
holding the foot up. I checked for debris in his pad and found
a little. But he still would not put the foot down. I was
headed out to do some errands so I just had Nauna leave him alone in
the family room and skip the bath. She and Colton went to town
with me so no one was home but the dogs. We were gone about an
hour and 20 minutes. Upon return, I was locked out! I
never lock my doors. And there is no way to turn dead bolts
from outside without a key. I tried the family room door.
Locked. Front door. Locked. I went back around and
came in the back yard through the sliding door. No way that
one can get locked. Even the dead bolt from the kitchen into
the family room was turned. MY GHOST IS STILL HERE! I
absolutely do not believe that Blake hit the dead bolt in the family
room just right. That one of the dogs in the house managed to
turn the front door dead bolt and another managed to turn the one
into the family room all in a matter of a little over and hour and
with such precision.
Once I got inside, I determined the ghost must have scared Blake.
I have left this dog alone in the house for 2 weeks now and he has
been perfect. Curtains were torn down. Vertical blinds
broken into shreds. toenail gouge marks into the leather sofa
(luckily none made holes). And poor Blake was really limping
now. He could not even extend the leg. We have a vet
appointment for x-rays at 11:20 today.
I had a very generous offer to foster the new Komondor mix dog I
had coming in from OK. so after considering this ghost episode, I
decided to take Susie up on it. I won't get to meet this new
girl, but right now, my life is over full.
|6/18: rain last night. Had a room full again. I love
it, but it does get warm.
I am in a funk. Looking for that cave. I quit
doing FB so basically I no longer exist. I guess that is ok.
Only a few really matter and they will communicate in alternate
Tim is still in jail. He has lost more then he
knows, but he will soon find out. I will not tolerate DWIs
and this is his second in lass then a year. He just paid
a $130+ for one month of insurance and $30+ for his car
registration. I'm sure his license will be suspended for
a long time. Guess if he needs to get to town, he will have to
get a moped or a bike. One more and he will be looking for a
place to move to. I am so disappointed. Maybe
experiencing the tough end of the world of rescue is too much for
him. Thank God Colton is here.
|6/17: Chloe stayed in my room most of the afternoon
through all night last night.
|6/16: Just got up off the floor after 2 1/2 hours of
combing out Freedom. He has been the most feral but he is
really coming around. I had to get him in a corner, but I got
it done. Every muscle in my back hurts. BTW, I'm back to
my 'routine: close the dogs in. Go to bed early,. Take a
3 to 4 hour nap. Wake up around midnight. Comb on a dog.
Go back to bed about 3 or 4 a.m. and hope I can go back to sleep.
Either way, I'm back up at 6.
Afternoon: Went to town around 12:30. Skies were
clear. All inside doors were secure. Cotton was on his side.
Before we got done in town, it started storming. Got home around 2
and my bedroom door, the spare bedroom door and the door to the
family room were all open. Parker was in my bathtub.
Chloe was beside the toilet. Cotton had them both blocked in.
Several were in the family room. Several in the spare bedroom.
Goofy was out in the garage. My ghost has not
left. Maybe he escorted Fez over the Bridge and is back again
to try to show me something. Doors just do not open themselves
and this is again, too many to call coincidence.
Evening: Goofy had a shot yesterday at the vets.
Not sure what it was, but never again! I have been mopping and
changing mattress covers since 3:00. He tries so hard to get
out the door. At least before the shot, he made it 90% of the
time. Now it is ZERO!. I have mopped 7 times in 2 1/2
hours. I have changed 6 mattress covers and washed them... two
at a time because of the spacing between accidents. They stunk
so bad, I didn't want to leave them sit. I totally dread
getting up tomorrow morning. I really wanted to get Gracie
Lynn, Auna and Chloe moved to a yard. Gracie Lynn because of
her peeing and Auna and Chloe deciding my furniture tastes good.
They have chewed on the brand new Sleigh toddler bed. It WAS
beautiful and perfect. Now it is 'teeth distressed'. It
is mostly chewed on a round bar across the top and bottom. I
think with a little ingenuity, I can replace it with a closet rod
painted gloss black. I am not into matching stains and
|6/15/15: Had a great weekend with Candy, Kathleen, Lee Ann
and Cecelia. Worked on getting the dogs combed out.
Just before heading to bed last night, the computer crashed
again. I know it is something to do with Facebook so I changed
my settings and posted notice if anyone wants me, go to my website
for phone or email. Luckily it did do a 'fix' and looks like
everything is fine.
Today sucks. Too much to do. New washer sounds
like it is going to die. Insurance way over charged me on my
car. I did not catch it last premium. Paid $100 too
much. Got an appointment for Hercules but am switching to
Goofy. He struggles. Not sure if we can improve since he
is old. Then have to take Lucky and TinTin to Sandra for
grooming at 1:00.
Rained last night so had the wild 6, Hanna, Chipi,
Gracie Lynn and Blake in my room. It got warm!.
|6/9/15: Fez crossed the Rainbow Bridge at 8:30 this morning.
Taylor came out. I like this vet more each time. Tim
wanted to be with Fez too. I was not sure he would be able to
handle it and I did not ask. He just came in. I've put
Fez bowl, collar, walking collar and a patch of his hair away in
"the" cabinet awaiting his ashes. Some I just won't reuse.
Keeton, Bear and Fez. When the time comes, I will set Goofy,
Zelda, Sahara Parkers and Hennas'' aside. For some reason I
just expect Chipi to live forever.
|Evening: Fez is not ding good. He cannot get up. I
don't know where Tim is. They have been gone all afternoon.
Dawn and I had to carry Fez into the house. 122 pounds. He
cannot get up to go potty. I know he has to go. He tries
and then just gives up. I had to do all the feeding tonight.
They did not secure the gates as I had told them to. I do not
know what their problem is, but I am totally pissed. If they
were going to be gone, they should have told me. I needed to
know they were not going to be here to feed. And I have
no one to help me get Fez out. Fez is dying and I am alone and
I am angry and heartbroken that I can't make him comfortable.
6/8/15: Fez is not doing well. He could not get up
yesterday. I'm going to have Tim bring in carpet to spread
across the tile so he can get traction. I just hope Gracie
Lynn does not pee all over it.
In the 90's yesterday. Got to cut out holes in
the smaller houses for AC and expand on one house so it can be used
in 2 yards. That is this mornings agenda. I can't dwell
on Fez or I will go crazy and accomplish nothing. It is the
way I cope.
|6/4/15: Things are just falling apart and I am emotionally
crushed. The Komondor coming from SLC nipped the transport
person. A Komondor breeder/farmer is going to take him.
The trainer assures me it was an 'attention' nip, not an aggressive
nip. I do not know the circumstances. Dogs can be so
misunderstood. Maybe it was like a Hound kiss. Hounds
kiss with their teeth. It is their way of saying "I love you".
Too many Hounds die because of this misunderstanding. With
this Komondor, it could be either way. I do not know the dog.
I will never know the dog now unless I drive to their farm.
And the Pyr from Alabama got out last night. I thought
it went over the fence, but it pulled the chain link apart and made
a hole. It could be 20 miles or more from here. I am
just sick. I will probably never know what happens to him.
No micro-chip. That was in the plan for today. I did
take pix last night. Something just told me to not wait until
Think I will go get the chicken and brown rice for Jaden.
He leaves tomorrow and want to keep his tummy content. I went
to the grocery yesterday but forgot to put the 'dog needs' on my
list. Usually I forget my human needs and come home with just
stuff for the dogs.
|5/31: Up at 5 and went non-stop until 5. Been trying
to stay busy. Althea came by yesterday and brought me a roast
from one of her dad's steers. I cooked it today. It was really
good. Somehow I missed her email back in November. Kynzi
got run over and died. My heart is just broken. She was
a special girl. Althea loved her and all her quirky ways so
much. I am just having a hard time wrapping my mind around it.
I just don't know how I didn't know.
We cleaned up the shop. Still a little to go. I
moved a lot of the stuff I don't want onto a table. I told
Tim, Colton and Nauna to take what they wanted. Some speakers,
each picked a fishing pole. Some odds and ends. I set
aside the stuff I have for Candy's school. We moved all the
dog stuff over to the other side so Colton and Nauna will have more
room. Sometime tomorrow, we will construct a door frame and
set in the door on the inside. I'll have to hire the part done
where we are taking off the garage door and walling it up. We
could do it, but it will have to be done quickly, like in a day.
And we are just not capable of doing it ourselves that fast.
We set up a 24' x 24' yard for dogs off of it so Colton and Nauna
will have several in their room. Have the doggie door, regular
door and window all ready. Have the lumber too, but not the
siding. I might use the siding we got for the dog house, but I
am not sure how to do window and door finishing. Altheas
husband will help with some of the wiring.
Olaf and TinTin were suppose to come today. Guess it
will be next weekend. Suits me fine... hope they don't come at
all. Forty four! The Komondor from SLC will be here
Thursday. He is Bear but will be Baron. The Pyr from
Alabama will be here Wednesday, He is Blue. He will be
Blake. Don't like changing their names, but already have a Blue
here and No one gets to be Bear. Only one Bear and he was my special
One of the train guys told me today that there were 2 dead Pyrs on
the side of the road between Huntsville and Springdale. I
really did not need to know that. My heart hurts. I am
just getting way to sensitive to all the sadness that goes on around
|5/30/15: What a morning! Rained most of the night.
I let everybody intermingle as Parker and Cotton are doing better.
Was up at 5 and cooked up hamburger for the dogs. Made their
casserole while my breakfast cake baked. I do not multi task
well. I forgot to add the extra chocolate chips to the
breakfast cake. Got the oven turned off but forgot to take the
Daylight so time to grab up Goofy and Parker and get them out the
door before Goofy's poop falls out. Cotton wanted to go! It
about gave me tears. This is amazing. Cotton
wanting to go for a walk!
As usual, Gracie Lynn was over the fence before I
even got to the driveway. She has been hanging a lot closer
each day. Today being Saturday, I was not as concerned about
her as no garbage trucks or school busses or idiots late for work.
By the time I was about 30 feet past the driveway, here
comes Pumpkin, Leslie and Freedom!! When Gracie Lynn went over
the gate, she must have dislodged the chain. It was standing
wide open. I practically drug Parker and Goofy back in the
house. Poor Goofy's feet were wet and when he stepped on the
tile he just slid flat on his tummy. That is also freaking me
out. But I had to get the wild ones back. I
locked everyone in and re-opened the gate. I ran down across
the grass to try to get them turned around and back to the house.
I was not fast enough. I banged on Tim's door yelling "I need
help". I went back to the road to see which way they were
headed and then back to yell for Tim again. Tim was coming out
the door, one shoe on. I told him the three were out and which
way they were headed and grab leashes. Not that I thought
leashes would do any good, but just incase. I went back and
got the car. I figured I could circle around and head them
back to the house. I barely got back down the road and they
had Pumpkin on a leash. She had gotten in a ditch (full of
mud) and Tim had tackled her! By now he had lost his shoe and
dropped the other that he never did get around to putting on.
I got Pumpkin into the car and headed back to the house. When
I pulled in the driveway, Leslie was in the driveway. She
trusts me so I was able to get her to go in the yard. I
put her over on the closed side and re-opened the gate.
Unloaded Pumpkin. Amazed that I could get her to walk.
Last time on leash, she refused to move. She was more then
ready to go home. I got her back on the closed
side and looked up and saw Freedom. He was IN THE YARD!
He must have snuck through the gate when I was getting Pumpkin out
of the car. Freedom relys on Leslie and with her not out there
in the field, he had to find her. Got him over to the back
side and closed that gate. Secured the other gate and then let
everyone out in the yard.
Went to look for Tim and Colton. Picked up Tim's
shoes out the the road. They were still out in the field
looking for Freedom. The neighbors grass is really high so
they had no way of knowing if Freedom was still out there (on 10
acres) or not. I could hardly see Tim. They finally saw
me motioning. I drove them back. Tim could hardly walk.
Barefoot out in the field. This was once forest so a lot of
sticky weeds, broken tree twigs sticking up out of the ground.
Not foot friendly by any means.
The dogs breakfasts were still all sitting on the counter.
It was not yet even 7 a.m. It is now 8:05 and all are fed.
I'll open the doors so they can intermingle and I'm ready for a nap!
|5/28/15: Harmony got spayed Tuesday. Missy and
Melonie got spayed Wednesday. Hercules had heart x-rays and
Edison had an eye recheck also on Wednesday. Picked up the 2
from the vet this morning. Tim and Colton have been
unavailable for 2 days so Nauna and I have been taking care of
everybody on our own. Things should be back to normal
tomorrow. Jaden's adopter will be here this weekend.
Olaf and TinTin will come Sunday.
|5/23/15: It has been a busy few days. Sadie and
Sabastian traveled to PA and their adopters loved them instantly.
They are amazing dogs. Ivan got a great home and is adjusting
really good. So 3 down.... but Harmony, Bandit, Missy, Melonie,
Chloe and Auna came in. Possum went directly to a foster home
but still part of Ozark Dogs. So, if we do the math for every
dog that goes, 3 come in....I don't particularly like "new"
math..... Two more are scheduled to come in.
Faith got adopted locally. It is a kind of 'wait
and see'. She really hated to leave as she has been sleeping
on the bed with Tim and became quite happy here. But then they
all do. Sometimes I almost feel I should give even less
attention and less good accommodations so they would be happier in
their new homes. But I just can't do that. Some may be
here years and it would not be right.
Providing them with a great place here does have it's
disadvantages, as I just discovered. A person thought theyr
were 'helping a dog get out of a bad situation' but after seeing my
place and the dog set up, they changed their mind, feeling they
could not improve the dogs life by adopting it. In some cases
this might be true, but in those cases, they most likely would not
be getting a dog from me. I just cannot lower my
standards. I sometimes feel they are lower then I would like
|5/19/15: 5 a.m. I did sleep good. Dogs were
quiet and it didn't even rain. So much to do today.... this
week... and things just keep getting added. I am going to have
to go take new pix of Sabastian and Sadie because I can't figure out
how to get the ones I have off the laptop and over to this computer.
I bought a fricken $38 thumb drive and plug it in but I have not a
clue how to move the pix to it. Just spent the last hour
getting more and more frustrated. Windows 8 is horrible!
They expect people to all be techno nerds in their 20's.
Ivan went to his new home Sunday. Really nice
young couple. Heard from them when they got home but did not
hear how the first night and day went. Ivan is a good dog, so
things should go well.
Yesterday met a really nice man. He was
interviewing Trip for a friend in CA. Then he saw Mint and
fell in love with him. Expecting 2 applications for the 2
dogs. Hope it works out for them both.
Today: Dog walking from 7:45 to 8:45. Get to
Harrison to pick up a dog by 10:00. Home by 11:20 to settle in
dog before lunch with Brenda at 11:45. Another dog arriving at
1:00 which Tim will have to settle in. Somewhere before coming
home, I have to get to the vet for the HC and to the bank to deposit
another "personal" donation. Only $5,000 short in Ozark Dogs
account this month. Lorens IRA is going fast. Before I
go to bed, have to get those pix taken of Sabastian and Sadie and
get their travel folders ready. It is also ivermectin day, but
all the others are going to have to wait until the 21.
Measuring out for 42 dogs takes about 3 minutes per dog. Then
I still have not cooked up something to put it on. They will
not go for just yogurt. Got to be meat. Tim will have to
give some baths. Ticks are terrible. Got to get wheels
for the sprayer so Tim can mow and spray at the same time.
One spay tomorrow. Sadie and Sabastian on
transport Thursday at 4 a.m. Sandra Campbell is taking them to
N. LR. Emotionally, I can't handle it. Have to get
paperwork and contract together for new foster and get check off to
him for vetting and microchip off for the dog. Guy will be
back to introduce his dog to Mint.
Three spays next week. Hercules has an appointment with
Rob. I also need to get Edison in for eye check. April
is way overdue for stitches out.
|5/15/15: FINALLY able to get into my web site.
Computer crashed on April 1 and lost all my programs. Luckily
all my files were backed up but getting programs back was a real
trial. We owned them. I just could not read Lorens hand
writing to fill in the licensing part to re-install them. One
program which I desperately needed had gone from an original $400 in
2003 to $1500!! and it was the SAME program, not an update.
There are still things coming up differently that I am struggling to
learn. I just never wrote down names of specific programs I
used so not a clue what they were or where to get them.
A lot has happened on the rescue front. On my 70th
birthday (May 1) I decided my goal is to be strictly a sanctuary
rescue by my 71st birthday. No more taking in healthy,
adoptable dogs. Just old and terminally ill that have been
thrown out by owners. The stress of caring for them is far
less then the stress of wondering if I have made the right adopter
choices. At least I know when they die, they had a happy
ending and they knew they were loved.
With that positive plan in my head, all hell breaks loose on
the rescue front. It has become kind of my Grand Finale.
I'm at 40 dogs. Three will be leaving. Five are coming.
I have put people off for months and it is not right. Not my
responsibility, but when I make a promise, I do my best to keep it.
I do have things moving smoothly with Tim, Nauna and Colton here to
help. Without them, I would not be able to have more then the
house dogs. They have been such a Blessing. Especially
Tim. He is amazing. All the dogs love him except Gracie
Lynn. She will bite him every chance she gets. I think
she has this need to protect me from something even she does not
understand. Very weird, but then SHE is weird.
I will keep taking in Komondors. The Komondor
Club will help with placement. There are always a waiting list
for the breed. And I adore their silliness.
Allergies really got me down for the past month.
Finally broke down and went to the doctor. Got a steroid shot.
Still can't sleep. Before because of sinus plugged up, now
shot keeps me wide awake, but I can at least lay down rather then
having to try to sleep sitting up. I can sure understand how
athletes get hooked on the stuff. The next morning after the
shot, I went out and dumped the fountain base Fez uses as a wading
pool. Full of water lift weight to tip it is about 80 pounds.
I always have to bucket it out before tipping it. Well, just
call me Arnoldina. I picked that sucker up and dumped it like
it was 10 pounds! After I realized what I had just done, I'm
thinking "Now that is some scary shit". The weight lifting
strength wore off and the head aches are gone. Starting to
have an allergy cough again, but I'll just go back to the Zurtec in
the morning and Benadryl at night if I have to. At 70, getting
addicted should not be a concern, but it is. I've lived this
long because I have learned to 'live with whatever'. Always
avoided as many pills as I could. All my favorite foods have,
through the years, decided to hate me, so I am forced to eat
healthier.... but darn, I miss a chocolate malt. Can't even
handle Haggan Dazz anymore. I did buy some eagle brand and I
do have an ice cream maker. I am going to get ambitious one of
these days and give it a try. If I ever have to give up
chocolate milk, I might as well just go on an IV!
|3/30: Waiting for the chocolate chip breakfast cake to
come out of the oven. It will be lunch also since it will be
done at 11:00. I need to take a happy pill.
(anti-depressant). Worried about Chandler and Sylvia making it
safely to Florida. Dave should be meeting up with the
transport friends of the adopter right about now. It
will be a long, worrisome 2 days while they are on the road. I
worry about them in transport no matter who or what, but
inexperienced ones really make me nervous.
I have less dogs (39 now) but less space. Fights.
Dillon did not handle going back into the shop. Spirit was
also awful in the shop. The new one, Otis will not be nice to
any dog. He drew blood from Spirit. He is alone taking
up a whole yard. Tried moving Breeze back in with Jaden and
April. they were together all day yesterday. Well, today
was a different story. April went after Breeze. Maybe I
should put April with Otis.... but neither have been fixed yet.
Appointments for after my daughter comes and goes.
Dr. John will be coming Saturday. Ivan should work well
with him. But Ivan is who Deidra wanted. But I think
Blue and Doc would be better for their family. Of course, I
was so sure Mint was perfect and he ended up just not adjusting.
I just pray that Sprite was 'saving the goat' when he brought it
rather then saying "look what I'm having for lunch". We just
can't get in their heads. Heck, we can't get into peoples
Amazing how quickly those happy pills work.......
3/28/15: 41 dogs here plus Lacy. Chandler and Sylvia
leaving Monday. Mint was returned. Broke out the
livingroom window to chase off that mean old garbage truck.
Sprite had a mini goat in his mouth. Not sure if he was
'saving' it or had hurt it. Adopters are in a 'wait and see'.
I really can't imagine him hurting one of his critters. He was
a goat dog all his life. Have appointments for Kayla and April
to be spayed. Kayla came in heat.. UGH! Trip keeps
getting under the fence. Gracie Lynn spent the night on the
front lawn. Hopefully we have her escape route blocked.
Think this is getting redundant. Caught her on the roof.
Put a wire A-frame up there now. Blue and Doc are back in the
house. Fez is none to happy. This makes 17 in the house.
Lacy goes home tomorrow night. Makes 16. Once Chandler
and Sylvia leave on Monday, I can shuffle and be at 14 in the house.
Of course, Sasha and Hercules are kind of 'in the house' being in
the garage yard. But saying 19 in the house is a stretch.
Some idiot wrote a report that there was a shortage of shelter dogs
for adoption. I think it has to be a puppy miller trying to
justify buying from a "breeder". Ain't going to work in my
circles. But then not everyone is as 'in the know' as we in
rescue are. .
|3/9/15: Life has not slowed down. Last night Sprite
ran away from his adopter and headed this way. We are all just
sick with worry. I had a lot to do, but plan to stay by the
phone. Sadly, he is not approachable and slipped his collar so
unless someone calls the sheriff, animal control or checks my FB
page, he is just going to have to make it back on his own. 40
miles!! My heart is aching so bad. I guess I should have
just let him stay here... but how did I know he loved it here so
Saturday was a full
day. Sasha has not
been feeling good
for about a week.
was next Tuesday,
but Tim said she was
freaking out so I
took her in. I'm
waiting and a lady
comes in and sets on
the same bench. I
know this person. I
want to disappear. I
turned her down to
adopt just weeks
ago. There was no
doubt she knew who I
was. After what
seemed like an
eternity, I finally
got called into a
room. Saturdays are
always pot luck on
which vet I get. I
did not get either
of the ones that
were there that I
wanted, but I do
really like the new
one I did get.
Possibly the staff
filled her in that
I'm an old timer at
this. Anyway, all
Sasha's blood work
came back normal
except for one
slight elevation. It
may be the
heartworms. She is
level 3 and slow
kill may not be the
way I can go. That
took over 2 hours
out of my morning.
Tim handled the
return of Hawk. He
settled back in to
his previous yard
with his previous
Then a wonderful
arrived. This was
probably one of the
days I have ever
had. This delightful
interviewing for a
therapy dog to use
in her work. All the
prospects blew it!
One by one! Because
they would be
more then the normal
companion dog, I
tried to give some
Breeze was totally a
poop, getting really
snarky with some of
the other dogs. We
moved down to the
shop to interview
Sasha, Faith, and
Kayla. Sasha was
perfect. It was
almost a deal. Faith
was a bit too
needs a lot of
While the adopter
set on the floor
petting the dogs,
one gentleman (who I
will not name for
fear he will now
never get adopted)
was not so
thought she was a
tree. Yep, peed
right down her
back!!! I wanted to
die! When you can
laugh about a dog
peeing down your
back, you have got
to be a true died in
the wool dog person!
(She got to go home
in one of my
T-shirts.) We moved
Jaden. He was really
good but I had not
noticed a slight
stiffness in his
walk. He has only
been here a week or
so. We moved up to
the family room and
brought up Sasha to
see how she would do
in an unfamiliar
passed the Hanna
meet and greet test,
but then she decided
to MARK!!! She even
attempted to hike!
Down she went and up
came Faith. There
was just no
connection. Faith is
just to aloof. We
tried Spirit. She is
such an unknown but
did quite well. I
will bring her into
the house pack this
week and see how
that works out. I
will get to know her
better. Sadly the
adopter went home
empty handed (except
for my T-shirt
) but this is an
Picking a dog for a
job is much harder
then picking a dog
as a pet.
Then Hawks people
returned to pick up
Sprite. They needed
Hawk was said to
have been a goat
obviously that was
no longer the case.
Thus his return. You
can't lick you chops
and look at the
goats as dinner if
you are suppose to
guard them. He found
one chicken to be
too. Sprite is still
not social. Seems
easier to socialize
a goat dog then to
teach a social dog
to guard livestock.
Moving Sprite has
been a battle so we
tried a harness. It
worked pretty good.
Not near the death
rolls as a collar
lead. And then
happened. As the got
down by the car, the
husband bent down
and was patting
Sprite. He relaxed.
The lady got in the
back seat and Tim
told Sprite "load
up" and he jumped
right into the back
seat with her!! I
got a lump in my
throat. I truly hope
this is meant to be.
Last night Sprite
chewed out of his
yard but the husband
was able to call him
back and they went
into the house. Now
as long as he didn't
eat the wood
furniture (he's the
one who ate my
antique chair arm)
then all should be
I wish that had
been the final note
of a very long day,
but a situation
scheduled for today
had come apart. I
realize there are
many ways to tell
the truth, but when
things just start
sending up red
flags, it is time to
bail. Another rescue
is very angry at me.
She says she is hurt
and she probably is,
but I was honest. I
no longer trusted
her and told her so.
I put myself in the
middle to help a
dog. But when
answers are just
you just have to get
out of it. She says
stepped in. I truly
hope that is the
So today I will
be dog shuffling
again to prepare for
the 2 Pyrs from TN.
I REALLY need some
adopters. I love
placing dogs for
jobs. It is so
wonderful, but so
|2/28: So much in 13 days. Nauna is now Naini and living in
Texas. She will be "going to school" in New Mexico to become
the man's balance dog. She will learn to walk beside him for
support and to pick up things he drops.
Roy is now Cowboy. Got a great home just an hour from here.
He is doing good. They are working on the counter surfing.
Hawk went about an hour from here in a different direction.
He is suppose to hang out with the goats in the day and can come in
at night. But he has decided hanging out inside is much nicer.
They are hoping and working hard to make this work.
Breeze was going to have a great home, but she blew it.
Better now then before that lady took her. Trash got knocked
over and she got possessive of it against poor innocent Fez.
Lady wanted her as a specialty therapy dog plus she has a tiny,
snarky dog. So This just showed Breeze has a problem over
spilled stuff. Otherwise, no food aggression. Weird.
Jaden arrived. Olivia arrived from Kansas. Sylvia
and Chance are on their way here from Texas. Soon Dakota and
Blue will arrive from TN. Montana (aka Mo) will come up
from lower Arkansas as soon as weather clears. Jack, a GSD
will come from the same place as Montana but probably at separate
times. Jack will just got on to a home. Long story on
I've lost count again. I just fill the food bowels.
Know I am running out of room on the washer and dryer to stack them.
Dogs have been re-arranged several times. Breeze is
inside. Gracie Lynn is out side. I put Lakota with her
and it seems to be working well. Jaden gets along with
everybody so he is with Trip and Thelma. Olivia went in the
shop with Tim and Dillon, Faith, Sasha, Louise and Lucky. That
was a 3 days process as did not want her overwhelmed with so many
all at once. Two empty yards (because most are in the house or
shop) so I did not have to split any.... yet. New arrivals
tonight will go in the lower yard. The 2 from TN will go
next to the shop yard. Montana...not sure.
Sharon from the vet office called to check on me on
Wednesday. I had forgotten Sprite and Jadens neuter
appointments. I remember making them, but did not even write
them down. So stressed. I went to the doctor a few weeks
ago. Candy insisted I needed something to reduce my stress and
help me sleep. I only take one and not 2 as called for.
All these dogs are Candy's fault. Without stress, I have
become invincible! You need a home for a Pyr or Komondor,
sure, bring it on over! It is a good thing I am only taking
one 'happy pill' a day. If I were taking 2, I would probably
have committed to 12 dogs instead of just 6!
|2/15: I finally got around to my "Dog of the Week" on
Facebook. I started with Breeze because she has been here the
longest of the social ones. She is so perfect that it is a
shame she has not gotten adopted. I got 2 messages asking how
to go about adopting her. Crossing my fingers that at least
one is a great match.
Nauna came up last night. She has not been in the
house much. It only took her about an hour to decide I needed more
protection on the bed. Guess she thought Fez, Hanna and Chipi
were not doing an adequate job. She was a very good bed
partner. She did wake me up to go out to potty about 1 a.m.
I did not get around to teaching her the doggie door. Thought
the others would. But everyone was settled in so she didn't
know. I had to go with her. Brrrr!
This morning I made sure she understood the doggie
door. Weather really turned cold overnight. Dogs get so
hyper. She had a great time playing with Gracie Lynn on the
deck this morning. Right now Fez is next to my legs and Nauna
is right next to him. Everyone in the house is asleep except
Nauna had been outside sharing a yard with Louise and
Trip. Louise moved into the shop several weeks ago and now
Nauna has an adopter that is a 'for sure' (I hope) I moved
Trip to the end yard where Roy was. Roy is with Thelma in the
yard where Hawk was. Ivan and Layne are now together where
Dillon and Faith were, before putting them back in the shop. I
have a mapping chart on the window with names on sticky paper so I
can remember who is where. I'm at 32 dogs. Half inside
and half either in the shop or in yards. I really want down to
24 but until I get someone to pre-read my FB and email, I'll just
keep taking ones no one else will.
|2/13: Layne is a train wreck. She came from animal
control on Tuesday. Hip problems, cyst on her tail, HW+,
Ehrlicia + , old hematoma on her ear, and a chunk out of her tongue.
But she is a love. She cries when she sees me and cries when I
leave without her.
Ivan is on his way. Clean bill of health.
Will be a companion dog. He is very bad with livestock.
Hawk just left for a farm to guard 3 little goats. They have
cougar problems and his size alone should keep them at bay. He
will be a pet as well.
Went to the doctor and got some meds to relieve stress
and help me sleep. Just the opposite. Dogs were quiet
and I was wide awake. My back just hurts so bad and he
just does not want to address it. Someone suggested I seek out
a sports medicine doctor so I plan to do that.
|2/7: I helped my neighbor take her dog to the Humane
Society today. Family illness has left her unable to care for
him. I so wish I had room for a male as I would have taken
him. He originally came from the HS about 4 or 5 years ago.
He was so scared. My heart just broke. I wanted to cry.
I almost did. Then I lost it in anger when this HS twit opened
her mouth. I ask if the manager had gotten a hold of her to
tell her about the dog. All she could say is "she is not here
today". I said that is not what I asked! I tried to
explain about his fear aggression that I had spoke with the manager
about. She acted like such an expert. Then she opened
her mouth again and she really hit my trigger button. "He's so
matted, we'll have to shave him". Well, anyone who knows me,
knows that is NEVER an option. It is pure laziness. So
now we are headed for 2 strikes against this beautiful golden haired
boy. (1) Some idiot that will set him up to bite which means a
death sentence (2) if we get lucky and he does not bite and they
shave him, he won't get anyone even looking at him for 8 months
until his coat grows out. If that happens, he will have gone
stir crazy and aggressive and be put down. I am so upset!
This whole thing is just so wrong.
Adopter came down to meet a dog she was approved for.
Sadly, she did not realize how big these guys are. She fell in
love but realized after seeing my place it would not be fair to have
it confined in her small house with a small yard. That had
been a concern of mine, but she was so perfect otherwise.
So here I am, 3 p.m. is creeping up. I have no
netflix to watch tonight because my Ruko won't work (that is a very
long, frustrating story) my mind is on that poor dog at the HS not
having a clue why he is there and a dog here that really looked sad
when the people drove away without it. How do I stop my brain
from dwelling on todays sadnesses?
|2/5: So frustrated. When I make a 'rule' I need to
stick to it. I would avoid a lot of stress. It would cut
down even more on adoptions, but might keep my brain and body
healthier. Spent several hours on an application. Just
got it 4 days ago. I gave them an update and got a reply they
had gotten another dog. Another stressor: Two applicants
for the same dog. One dropped out making the decision for me.
Now, in the process of trying to help (this is where I broke my "It
is the adopters responsibility to get the dog" rule), I feel totally
unappreciated because I didn't pull it off. I realize unless a
person is in the trenches, they really have no idea
what is involved, but a little appreciation for effort would be
nice. And then of course there were the ones I turned down a
few weeks ago that verbally came after me. What part of
6' fence required and must have inside privileges do people
not understand. You don't make a member of your family
sleep in the barn.
Now on a really sad note. Perry's Orphans house
burned to the ground yesterday. There were many puppies
inside. Perry got burned trying to save them. Do not
know how many are ok and how many didn't make it. Perry is 84.
He has been a strong animal advocate for more then the 10 years I
have known him. I know what he is going through mentally.
With his age, bad health and fading mind, I doubt he will ever be
able to rebuild and rescue and place dogs again. So very very
sad. When it is your life and it is taken away, you just have
a hard time finding a reason to go on.
|2/1: Just an uncomfortable feeling. Had it all
night. Dave is heading to meet Monty's adopters. Just
saying a lot of prayers for all to go as planned. We never
know what the weather will do or some other guy on the road.
Nauna will probably be leaving Thursday. Another one
making me nervous. I'm depending on too many people.
I really appreciate all the help I get.
I have never been one to delegate. I've always been one to do
things myself. If I need something made, I make it. If I
need something fixed, I fix it (except electrical or automotive).
If I need to get a dog moved, I drive it (or the adopter comes to
me) I struggle with "what if's". I also struggle with my own
"what if's". I prepare. I fill up with gas when it
reaches half a tank. I buy groceries twice as soon as I really
need to. I hate being late. I set several alarms and
allow myself anywhere from 20 minutes extra to several hours extra,
depending on the distance and need. I plan everything,
looking at all angles, all possibilities, all potential
consequences, all possible outcomes. And then run it over and
over in my mind. I even concentrate when I walk or drive,
beyond normal. Self preservation. This is not good
at my age. Didn't matter when I was younger, but now it does.
Being alone is scary. I've never been alone this long.
Mortality is a reality. I just want to outlive my current
dogs. Most days I just push aside the pain and confusion and
get away with it pretty good.
Tuesday we will make a 'quiet house' inside the shop.
I have been so worried about the ear shattering sound in the shop
with rain on the metal roof. It sounds like being locked in a
room with a thousand man drum corp. Dogs are terrified.
Shingling the roof over the metal is cost prohibited. Putting
in a ceiling with heavy insulation would help but still be louder
then outside. I have wrestled with ideas for 6 months.
So last night, since I rarely can sleep anyway, I had this great
idea. I will build a free standing 2 sided room inside the
room. 4' high and 8' x 8' with a small people door and a
dog opening. Insulate it with the thickest insulation I can
get. Wall it inside and out with sheetrock. Plywood on
the roof. No floor other then the shop floor. Will be able to
store the spare mattresses on top which will also cut down on noise.
Set it up against 2 existing walls with a plug in so I can put in a
night light. Even if I have to buy a few things like sheet
rock, it won't be much. I have so much lumber left that we can
rip to size and only need to insulate the 2 walls and ceiling.
|1/31: So far behind. No end. No rest.
Dog fights last night and this morning. Last night was Patty
and Cola. Separated them. Back together now. Hope
all is settled. While I was at the store this morning, Fez,
Parker and Zelda got into it. At least those were the ones
with blood. Fez's ear is really bad. Have an appointment
Monday with Rob. Was for Cotton, but now it will be Fez
instead. The ear is flowing blood and very sore with at least
one big puncture wound. Got him on antibiotics and pain meds
right away. Zelda won't touch a pill. Can't find wounds
on Parker, just blood which could be from the others. Don't
know how I will get meds in Patty and Cola. Neither will eat
alone nor while I watch. No way taking anything from my hand.
Good thing they are tough dogs.
Monty leaves with Dave tomorrow for KS. Nauna leaves next
Friday for NC. Hopefully a friend will be able to transport to
LR where a friend of a friend will take her onto NC since he is
going anyway. I wish Trip, Lakota and Roy would get homes.
They are in need more then the others right now. I was
going to take a bunch of a 30+ in a hoarding situation, but I am
re-thinking this. With all this fighting, I need manageable
numbers and be able to keep 2 yards empty for emergencies. If
the house fighting continues, I'll have to put Fez on the back side
so he will have safety. That means moving the wild ones.
I'll be putting Cotton and Cola with Tim when Monty leaves. I
just don't want to lose the progress it has taken over a year to
make with Leslie, Patty, Pumpkin and Freedom. They need to be
at the house.
I want to do more but I can't even manage what I have.
I'll be down to 29. I just can't go back up in numbers again
while my old sanctuary guys need me. Goofy and Parker can't
hold their poop. Zelda is deliberately peeing on the floor out
of protest for lack of attention. Others are peeing inside
too. This has just never happened before. This pack was
doing great and just since Goofy started having trouble, they all
seem to think inside pottying is ok.
|1/12: Sometimes I get so disheartened. People disappoint me.
I worked on my taxes today. I put in $34,000 out of
pocket this year. This does not even include all the heat and AC I
pour into their houses or the building of 3 of those houses. I
took in $13,300 in donations and adoptions. If it had not been
for the $5000 from one person, it would have been even worse for me.
I'm not going to last through summer if the scale does not tip the
Tried bringing Roy and Louise back into a closer yard since
Wilson is gone. Roy started fence fighting. Trip ate the
heater cord. Now the location for each is all messed up.
Not only out a heater until we can get a plug, but still one lone
male. I need Roy, Trip, Hawk or Lakota adopted to balance.
Dillon is fine with his harem of 3 girls in the shop and they are
happy to be Tim's bed partners. I'd bring Louise in but then
I'd have 2 guys alone. Just can't bring in another male, at
least none of those. Monty may be an option. May try
that tomorrow. If Gracie Lynn would stay put outside, I'd be
|1/11: Everything is froze and a light rain is adding to the
slickness. Colton fed the outside dogs because Tim works
weekends. I have not seen him come in. I hope he parked
in the garage and is there. I would go check, but just not
safe to walk. Hopefully it will thaw just a bit as I really
need to get a big tub in Lakota's yard for water. He and
Breeze keep dumping the ice chests and have chewed the handles off
of both. Everybody has to have water. They can't tip a
tub. Of course, I have no idea how we will fill it since all
outside faucets are froze.
Wilson is doing great. I just called to see how
the first night went. Victor slept on the kitchen floor with
him! I do pick good adopters!
|1/10: Wilson left for his forever home. I wish I had
brought him in the house all along. But by not doing so, he
will bond tighter with them. Such a sweet giant.
|1/8: Sprite cried all night so I put Spirit with him. She went
to the vet yesterday and is doing great. Pelvis is 90% and
will reach 100% in time. Amazing to both the vet and I, the
leg has slipped back into the hip socket!!! Now she will
need just one hip replacement. This has eliminated any HFO's.
Last nights rundown:
10:00.p.m. I have been trying to get to sleep since
7:00. I only
of sleep so
try to catch
what I can
when I can.
showed up at
crying so I
he would be
to get out
for half an
hour to his
down to join
him, only to
every dark c...orner.
he was in
10:17. Another trip down. Trip was tearing up the
in the dark
I thought it
and off we
I hope it
was not IN
not go back
to where he
did a dosie
doe and in
goes to his
there as the
dogs are all
just want to
10:27 earplugs and aspirin.
4:16 a.m. Been outside twice since 10:30. It is F#*kn
is now in
tried to get
him into the
house but he
of all the
Tried to get
him in the
those 5 came
back to the
So now I am
to be sure
he does not
he is white.
I do not
Trip got out
and too dark
I don't want
God Tim &
be able to
I'll stay up
to feed and
Sprite and Roy fence fought almost all night so at least I knew he
was still in. Added another tarp this morning so no 'peek holes' for
them to see each other. It was Roy defending his territory against
an intruder so I don't blame Sprite. It was nice to be able to have
the house back to normal. Fifteen content in their spots. But did
not last long. Gracie Lynn over the fence again. No idea
how. So she is in the house to stay. Not by my choice
but by hers.
Something about -2
with wind chill factor tonight. Luckily I picked up the plug to fix
the heater cord the dogs chewed. Only had one yard left unheated and
that was where Gracie Lynn and Sprite are. So heater is fixed,
extension cord run up and under the building so they can't get to it
and all ready getting warm for them. Had to move a few dog pairs
around so Fraz and Emo would have the heat option. They don't like
the small dog house (4' x 8') so now they can go in the...
doggie duplex which they really liked before.
Wilson has some great adopters so he will
be leaving Saturday. This will free up a yard since Tim took
Snow into the shop with him. It is a relief to have an open
yard. I worry so much that if there is a fight or someone needs
to recover (like Spirit), I will not have an option. I have to
have that open yard for emergencies. Now I think I am set. But
34 dogs still here and I wanted to be at 24 for the winter. .
|1/6: Tim caught Sprite and got him out of the house
kicking, screaming, doing death rolls and trying to bite the leash
in two. Luckily he got him down to the yard where Gracie Lynn went a
few days ago. It is a secure yard but just to be sure, Tim and
Colton and I double fenced it!!! We zip tied another fence inside
the chain link so if he chews through, he will have to go through 2
layers of fence. I hated to move him, but he was fighting with
Freedom and I have not been able to let everyone have full run of
the place. I'm praying for a peaceful night. I know the wild ones
will be so happy to sleep beside my bed again. Down to 15 in the
house. It feels so nice!!! Going to bed and enjoy a room full (and
bed full) of dogs with hopefully no friction.
|1/5: OK, I'm catching a bit of the rudeness virus that must be
going around. I just had a call that someone was looking for a
companion for their male Pyr mix and they had been looking for a
long time. Her: "Do I have any that are not spayed?" Me: "I won't
let a dog go out unaltered. There are probably 1000 Pyrs in the USA
right now who need adoptive homes or are facing death because of
over population". Her: "Oh yes, I know, that is why I want to save
one." Me: "but unsprayed, you would only be adding to the problem."
Her: "Thank you for your time" At least she didn't hang up on me.
I want to save a dog so I can make more unwanted dogs.
|1/4: Facebook people getting 'after the holidays nasty'.
Someone insinuated I am stupid. Telling me everything I am doing
wrong. They have not a clue until they have come here
and walked in my shoes for a week. Suggestions are welcome and
appreciated from those who know me or have followed me for some
time. For those who jump in when they have not a clue who I am or
anything about my rescue and dogs, they can keep their stupid
comments to themselves. I was told I should 'child proof my
house against the dogs. That I should not have antique furniture or
breakables. Well, since the furniture has been here long
before the rescue, I guess they are suggesting I should have sold
everything before I got dogs. OK, adopters, if you want a
dog, you will have to sell all your comfortable and nice things and
buy junk from a thrift store and sleep on the floor. Geeze!
Just how stupid can people be to suggest people with dogs should not
have nice things?
|1/3: Sprite destroyed one of my antique captains chairs to
my dining room set. He has also chewed the arms on the other
chair and on the toddler bed. Gracie Lynn had a field day with 2
rolls of paper towels. I was only gone an hour and a half.
|1/2: Snow has a broken bone in her foot. Looks like she
was stepped on. Vet said best to let it heal on it's own.
|1/1: Snow is here. Not the wet stuff, just the white fluffy
kind. Committed to her over 3 months ago but found out she was
pregnant. I don't do puppies but a wonderful lady does, so now the
pups are weaned and momma is here. She hurt her leg just before
arrival and with the vet closing before she got here and the
holiday, we will be going in tomorrow to see what is wrong. I was
hoping she would be walking better today, but she is not putting it
down at all now. Probably be looking at a torn tendon and surgery!!!
UGH! But she is worth it. She is so sweet. Hate that she is alone
but can't risk further injury to her. .
Gracie Lynn just got put back in a yard after jumping
the fence a few days ago. Less then the time it took to walk to the
house, she was out. Now she won't even come into the house because
she does not trust me. This yard is fenced like they do security
fencing at businesses with the 45 degree angle coming in almost 2'
at the top. It worked until someone fired off a gun a few days ago
and she freaked. Now she knows she can get out.
She is a good dog, but she hates
Tim. He must remind her of someone from her past. No matter how hard
he tries to be friends with her, not going to happen. All the other
dogs love him, some more then they like me. I just can't keep this