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Gavin and the dreaded E-collar
You try sleeping in this thing!
I am listening to a dog whining and shaking an E-collar against the sides of his crate as I sit here writing. Yep, Gavin’s ear started to act up again. He’s not happy with me right now. I’m not happy with his ear. I thought we’d finally beaten it. We were in the process of weaning him off his prednisone. Guess we won’t do that right away.
At last, he has settled down to sleep. I hope he sleeps through the night. Tomorrow I’ll make another appointment with the vet and once again, he won’t get his shots because his ear is causing problems that will require more antibiotics. Sigh. I swear he knows when we’re going to take him for shots and he starts digging his ears so he won’t get them. He hates going to the vet. He’s the first dog we ever had that hated going there.
We did have a cat who hated it. My old Siamese played Jekyll and Hyde. She was the sweetest cat in the world until she was on that exam table. You’d swear the devil had taken possession of her as soon as the vet walked into the room.
Garden gossip
I should have waited another week to pick the watermelon. It wasn’t ripe. I do have another one growing. Maybe this time I’ll know better. I don’t know if I’ll try growing them again next year or go for a small seedless variety.
The tomatoes are turning red now that we’ve had a few cool nights. In another day, at least two will be ready for picking. Next week I can harvest the two eggplants in the back garden. Yum, fried eggplant is one of my favorites. The first one I’ll fry and the next one I’ll grill. Yeah, sometimes I need to cook healthy stuff. DH will only eat them fried so I’ll share the grilled ones with G. There will be many more to pick after that because the potted eggplant plant is loaded with them. (Next year all the eggplants will go into pots.) G and I can enjoy some moussakka and other dishes with the others since DH quickly tires of eggplant. He can have hamburgers or something.
Even after giving a lot away, I have so many sweet Hungarian and banana peppers I’ve begun to put them in almost everything I cook. They are so mild in flavor you hardly can tell they are there. Now the cherry peppers, Anchos, poblanos, and pimento peppers are starting to ripen. It’s a good thing I love peppers.
I have one good-sized cucumber in the fridge and a gazillion tiny ones on the vines. Last night I cut one cucumber into strips and munched them down, they made a lovely fresh, light snack.
A rare treat
I wandered out to the garden this afternoon to take a break from writing and I was glad I did. I got one heck of a photo op. There, directly behind my yard, up on a telephone wire, sat a red-tailed hawk. I dashed inside for my camera praying that no one scared him off while I was inside.
I snapped a few shots from the yard. Several people walked under him never seeing this magnificent bird. Many city people are not observant of nature. Since he hadn’t moved, I unlocked my gate and walked down to where I was almost directly beneath him. He practically posed for the pictures.
When I got the shots I wanted, I ran to G’s house and told her husband to grab his camera there was a fantastic hawk photo op if he hurried. He did and he got some great shots too.
Every year for at least the last twenty years we’ve had a pair of red-tail hawks nesting in the ancient and very tall horse chestnut trees in the cemetery. Getting pictures of them is a rare treat since they usually stay hidden because the crows tend to mob them.
It’s little old me the klutz again
Only a true klutz can whack the same knee in the same place four times in less than an hour. Yep, me again. When I managed to do this, I was out in the melon patch picking cucumber bugs off the leaves and vines. I was stepping back behind my rather large gargoyle to reach them and then stepping back out to drop the bugs in a jar of soapy water. Each time I did it, I managed to hit my knee on the gargoyle.
This isn’t a knee height gargoyle like the one pictured with the watermelon, this one is almost as tall as I am. Don’t ask how I kept hitting my knee because I haven’t figured it out yet. I guess I should slow down or something when I’m chasing those bugs. I have managed to put a dent in their population along with the dent in my knee.
At least I didn’t sprain my ankles again. No, I look like I frequently did as a child. I have a skinned knee. I know when I go out to lunch with G later today she’ll have a good laugh.
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