Category Archives: Dog related
No Facebook, thank you
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I have enough things draining my time. The last thing I need is something else. Lately it seems everyone and their brother is sending me ‘join me at Facebook or____, you fill in the blank’ notices. I’m here to tell all of you who have sent me these requests that I love you but no, I don’t want to join.
I seldom chat online any more as many of my friends have noticed. Managing my time has become a difficult enough task. I get giddy if I can get dinner on the table before 6:30 p.m. Dear Hubby never complains although I’ve seen him look longingly at the kitchen when I’m typing away on one of my books.
The only ones who complain if their dinner is late are the dogs. If I don’t start fixing their dinners by 5p.m. I get all sorts of grief from Gavin. He starts by poking me with his nose and if that doesn’t get my attention he barks at me until I look at the clock and realize his tummy alarm has gone off. Thank goodness, Patty stands back and lets him do the bitching although there have been days where she will nudge me a bit too.
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My turn!
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Since Gavin wrote the post yesterday, Mom said it was my turn today. My name is Patty; I’m the lovely dark princess in the picture above. Mom says I’m no princess I’m a Peppermint Patty I have no idea what she’s talking about when she says things like that ‘cause I know I’m a princess. Daddy says I am his rescued Rumanian princess. I love my Mommy too but she cleans ears and stuff so I’d rather sit with Dad.
When I went outside tonight, I chased two of those green critters into the pond. They both screamed and hopped so high I thought they were birds taking off. I couldn’t help chasing the first one he was sitting right at the bottom step. I surprised him as much as he surprised me. Halfway to the pond the other one screamed and took off so then I had two of them bouncing green things in front of me. I was so excited! That is I was until they splashed into the pond. I don’t like to get wet so all I could do was try to see where they went. Mom said they hide under the water with the fishes and can stay there for a long time so I should stop looking and come in.
I told Gavin about the green critters that Mom calls bullfrogs. He says he’s heard them scream and splash into the water but never saw one close enough to chase it. I beat him on that one!
Posted in Dog related, My blog, my garden
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We are one step ahead of the squirrels in the great tomato war
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Gavin here, Mom said I could write the blog tonight. Boy is Mom completely ticked off at the squirrels. Tree rats she calls them. While Patty and I were enjoying the AC, it seems that those sneaky critters went and built a nest in her magnolia tree. Then they started stealing tomatoes and had the nerve to sit on her bench by the back door and eat them!
Patty says she could scare them off if only she could climb the tree. We’ve both tried but we don’t have any cat blood in us so it didn’t work. The danged old tree rat laughed at us but then so did Mom. Now that it’s cooler outside we’re patrolling the yard more often.
The tree rat cusses at us from the top of the magnolia. Patty and I pretend we can’t hear him and maybe he’ll come closer.
Dad says it’s time to get out the have-a-heart traps again. He said something about relocating the fluffy tailed rats. I don’t know what relocating means but I growled about it at the squirrel tonight.
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We’re having a heat wave
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Oh yeah, it looks as though we’re going to have a heck of one. Today was hot, humid, and too much for the dogs and Dear Hubby. Tomorrow is supposed to be hotter and so on for the next week or so. I don’t mind the heat, but DH and the dogs do. The three wimps will stay inside in the AC as much as they possibly can.
Gavin will only go out if his bladder is screaming. Patty will go out whenever you want her to but she’s at the door to come in, in an instant. They’d never survive living in the south. This is fine with me I have no plans to move south. However, I’d love to send this weather back there where it belongs.
I’m no Southern belle. I’ve lived in the south and I prefer to stay in the north. I love the change of seasons. Sure, I’ll complain about the winter snow but the worst snow and a million bucks couldn’t move me south. Sorry, my southern friends I’m a Yankee through and through and can’t change.
Posted in Dog related, Misc
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Heat, humidity, and MS
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We had a couple of days where we didn’t need to turn on the AC. It was nice to have the house opened and all that fresh air. However, the temperature has climbed again, as well as the humidity, and the AC is back on. One of the most unfortunate things about Dear Hubby’s MS is how the warm weather affects him.
He used to enjoy being outside during the warm weather. Now he can’t take it. Only a few minutes outside on a hot and humid day and his legs weaken to the point of collapse. His pain triples and he is exhausted.
It’s during this sort of weather that he becomes most depressed. Yes, he’s on antidepressants. They help some. The pups try to help by doing everything they can to make him laugh. I swear they do. Tonight Patty was hucklebutting it on the couch and had him laughing. Once she’d acquired that reaction, she then jumped up on his chair and settled down next to him. I’ve never seen a more self satisfied look on a dog’s face. Gavin had joined in on her session by racing back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. When she stopped so did he. He crawled under DH’s foot rest for a nap.
Posted in Dog related, MS related
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Taking a break for the ROADTRIP!
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The suitcase is packed, the car will be loaded tomorrow, and then I’ll be on my way. In the meantime, I hope you all have a good time while I’m gone. I’ll post when I get home.
Dear Hubby is in charge of the house and dogs while I’m gone—I hope to heaven the dogs behave for him. They can be a handful when I’m not around. (When the alpha dog’s away…and all that.) Hey, I even have an ‘Alpha Dog’ T-shirt and DH bought it for me.
I’ve left DH a list—it’s not long, just reminders as to what to do with the dog’s water, the fish, and to remember to water the potted vegetable garden and the flowers in the pots on the front porch every afternoon once the sun is off them. I know him, without a list he’d forget to water the plants. He wouldn’t add the cider vinegar to the dog’s water, which, by the way, has cleared up Gavin’s chronic ear infection. So we don’t want to stop doing that do we? He’d also ignore the fish and they’d have to live on algae—they would not be pleased.
Posted in Dog related, MS related, My blog, Writer, Writing
Tags: Author, Beads, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Coffee, comedy, Craft of writing, Crafts, Dead, Disability, Dog humor, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Fiction, Home, Humor, Koi, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Pet humor, Pets, Pond, Ponds, Rescue Dogs, Writer, Writing
There’s nothing like a klutz owning a klutzy dog…
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I’ve said it many times I am a klutz. Now I’m telling you so is Gavin. Occasionally Gavin follows Dear Hubby upstairs when he comes to wake me. Gavin loves the idea of a good bed bouncing wake up call for me. This morning was one of those days. Even Patty got into the act.
So there I was, helpless, under my covers, with two dogs and a husband pouncing on me. DH thinks it’s hysterical because when they get the chance it is dogs gone wild. It is on the bed, off the bed, on the bed, off the bed, leaping higher and higher, getting wilder with each leap…you get the idea. Meanwhile I’m getting bruised, bashed, and smooched on by the two idiot dogs and DH is giggling like a fool.
Finally, after I’ve suffered enough DH yells, “downstairs!” And the pups are off down the hall and the steps like a shot.
I weakly crawled out from under the covers and I notice a bit of blood on my bottom sheet near where they’d been hopping about. Great, I strip the bed so I can get the bloodstain out of my BRAND NEW sheets. I get dressed and carry the bedding down the hall. I notice more blood—not a lot just spots of it on the floor.
I called downstairs, “Honey, check the dogs someone is bleeding. Better check Gavin first.”
I was right it was Gavin. He broke a claw again. Normally when Gavin does it, it means a vet run because the broken claw is never completely broken off. At least this time he did it right, and we were easily able to stop the bleeding—dang, broken claws bleed like crazy. He does this often, don’t know why, how, or how to stop it from happening. It’s like me spraining ankles—I do it with great frequency.
Posted in Dog related, My blog
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You know the animals are spoiled when…
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The dogs bark at you when dinner isn’t in their dishes by five-thirty at the latest and you hurry up to give it to them.
The neighbor’s cat looks at you, at his treats, then at you again, and you give him some.
The Koi beg for worms as soon as you walk near the pond so you go dig some out of the compost heap.
The frog expects you to throw him some worms when you are feeding them to the Koi and you do it.
The squirrels jump on the neighbor’s screen door when the corn cob she puts out for them is empty and she brings them a fresh cob.
The poodle across the street expects you to have cookies in your pocket and you do.
The basset hound whose owner walks him by on a regular basis wants to take a water break at your house on hot days and you have the dish filled and ready.
The cat birds clean the blueberries off the bushes right under your nose, and you don’t chase them away. Instead, you sigh, and think it’s a good thing you have bags of frozen blueberries in the freezer.
Posted in Dog related, My blog, my garden, Writer, Writing
Tags: Author, Beads, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Coffee, comedy, Craft of writing, Crafts, Dead, Disability, Dog humor, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Fiction, Fish, Gardening, Gardens, Home, Humor, Koi, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Pet humor, Pets, Pond, Ponds, Rescue Dogs, Writer, Writing
Skunky? Here are some odor removal formulas.
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My friend in OK sent me her skunk out formula. Her Husband is a cop and she’s mentioned in the past that this formula also gets rid of that decaying dead body odor…
1 lb box baking soda, 16 oz hydrogen peroxide, 3/4 cup gentle shampoo, 1/4 cup liquid dish soap like dawn or joy. Mix and use immediately. Something in it evaporates off so you can’t mix it and store it.
MJ sent me her formula which is white vinegar and peroxide for those who are sensitive to shampoos and/or Dawn dish soap.
Then there is a commercial product put out by the people who make Nature’s Miracle, Nature’s Miracle Skunk Odor remover and it’s available at most retail pet stores.
By the way, Nature’s Miracle is great for getting rid of blood stains, and pet odors and stains.
Posted in Dog related, Misc, My blog
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A skunk by any other name still stinks
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Mr. Skunk, Mr. Polecat, or (my mother’s favorite name for the darned things), Mr. Sachet Kitty is back.
Somewhere out there he’d let loose and the stench drifted into the house. EW! Dear Hubby and I both jumped up from our chairs, he ran to close the front door (short run of three steps), and I dashed to the back of the house to close the back door. Out came the pet odor deodorizing spray and I lit some incense.
At least Mr. Skunk hadn’t let loose because of our dogs or me being outside. Last time it was too close a call for me. Our only hope is that he moves on—which I doubt will happen, or a car hits him—hopefully on the far side of the neighborhood. I know that sounds nasty but I don’t want him back in my yard again. I have two dogs that have no fear when it comes to chasing a strange critter.
My neighbor’s Standard Poodle would also chase it down. I’m certain she’d not enjoy having a stinky dog leap into her bed. Surprise Mom!
Then there are the two tiny dogs next door the smaller of the two has no fear either. Little Demonica…er Angelica is less than half the skunk’s size but has the temperament of a Doberman when it comes to protecting what’s hers. This includes anything she can see from her yard including my yard, the alley, and the street out front.
Which reminds me, just in case one these dogs meets Mr. Skunk, I’ll have to E-mail a friend of mine for her skunk out formula.
Posted in Dog related, Misc
Tags: Author, Beads, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Coffee, comedy, Craft of writing, Crafts, Dead, Disability, Dog humor, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Fiction, Home, Humor, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Pet humor, Pets, Rescue Dogs, Writer, Writing
I added a new page
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Check out my newly added page ‘The Bull Pen’ I’ve begun to put some pictures of Gavin and Patty there. As I take new ones I’ll add those too.
I’d love to get some pictures of them jumping through their Hula Hoops but that’s up to Dear Hubby. I need him to take them while I put the pups through their paces and since the weather is getting hot he is seldom outside.
We’ll try doing a little begging. Speaking of that, maybe we can get him to snap some pictures of Patty doing her famous stick ’em up routine while we’re at it.
Later, we might add some pics of our God Puppy, Charlie and our Bulldog friends, Brutus and Diamond.
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The dogs are turning into AC sissies
Posted by doggonedmysteries
With his MS, Dear Hubby needs to have the air conditioning on as soon as the temperatures begin to climb into the eighties and the humidity begins. The dogs don’t need it. However, Patty and Gavin have decided that they LOVE being cool and comfy. No, these dogs aren’t spoiled…much. When it’s hot outside, they don’t want to stay out in the yard with me, they want to be inside with DH.
If it is humid and hot, they won’t go out unless they HAVE TO GO. It’s not as though they have heavy, long, or thick coats. These two have short coats. You would think I was dragging them to their deaths to watch them. Patty will make a circuit or two around the yard and then she’ll stand at the back door begging me to take her back into the cool. Gavin is worse. He’ll go out into the yard as few steps as possible to squat and pee. Why lift a leg when to find something to lift it on would mean walking across the yard.
DH’s need for AC has turned these two dogs into sissies.
“What do you mean go out there in the heat? We might melt!”
Wimps.
Posted in Dog related, MS related, My blog
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