Wednesday, September 29, 2010
I have a question for all of you out there!
Most of you remember my post about McIver and his serious behavior. If not, here and here is a refresher.
Since McIver's injury he has been receiving special attention of course. He has become a WILD MAN!!! He is hilarious! Serious McIver comes out very infrequently now. He jumps around like a goofball. By the way, his stitches are unaffected by this activity. If I get up, he follows me. His tail doesn't stop wagging. He constantly has a gigantic grin on his face. I have never seen him quite this happy!
I am just not sure what to make of it. I think he's lost his mind!! Did the V-E-T give him a lobotomy?
Have any of you experienced anything like this before?
Monday, September 27, 2010
Unfortunately wif dis cone, nothing in the house is safe. McIver keeps running into stuff! Nikki, Lucy and me are terrified by it so we run from McIver but he doesn't get it. Oh well, we's having fun wif it!
Momma tried to get pictures of his ouchie BUT McIver wouldn't lay still. It doesn't show up too well anyway AND it's GROSS!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
On September 9th, I received a call from our DFA director. She was sobbing to me that we'd "lost Sherry". She'd found her dear friend on her kitchen floor. Her dogs waiting faithfully by her side.
Sherry was a woman that would tell how it is and how it's going to be! She was dedicated to DFA, our pups and our families. Her death is nothing short of devastating to DFA. Meanwhile, my husband has been asked to fill in for Sherry as a behavioral advisor. As if anyone could replace her.
On a personal note, she is the lady who brought us McIver and allowed us to keep him on that January day almost two years ago. I am saddened when I think of all the DFA births Sherry witnessed. Our Nikki is a daughter of her beloved Jethro. My husband and I liked to sit with Sherry and our director after the dogs had run on the farm for a bit. We enjoyed her stories and her outlook on life.
She also had a fondness for terriers and had a couple of rescued terrier mixes. For those of you who have trained terriers, you know it is a love/hate relationshiop. She spoke often of her beloved Othos, the best GSD known to man! Hopefully, she has reunited with him.
And of course, the anniversary of 9-11-01. I was 21 when it happened. I had graduated college the December before so I was back at home waiting tables. I sat down with a bowl of cereal and turned on the TV just after the first plane hit. I watched. My mother called from the elementary school where she teaches. She wanted details. The towers collapsed while I was speaking with her the second time. I shook, I cried, I sobbed. My mother tried to comfort me but how do you comfort someone in that situation. Thirty 8-yr-olds needed her comfort as well. She needed comforting as well. I knew what it meant. It meant death and uncertainty.
Like a good southern girl, I called my Daddy at the local nuclear plant. I got through in the beginning but then the lockdown came. As I was driving to work Daddy told me to go to work, stay there and come straight home after my shift.
Work was somber to say the least. People tried to eat as the news anchors tried to maintain some degree of professionalism. It was silence. Waitresses with tears and tear-stained faces brought food to tables.
Then there was anger and solidarity in patriotism. Then there was war and more death. I am fairly neutral on the war. By that, I mean, I can see both sides. My husband is a war veteran from the post-Desert Storm and Bosnia time frame. I am thankful he has provided service to this country and I am thankful he is not "over there".
In the end, this time of year fills me with sadness for all of those lives lost and families left behind.
However, because of my love of dogs, I am uplifted by the stories of dogs helping soldiers and civilians with related injuries such as PTSD. I am uplifted by the care and comfort our canines provide to those serving in the desert and those who searched at Ground Zero. I am uplifted by the posts of rememberance from overseas.
I will never forget.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Used to look like this... (which is actually a horse toy by the way)
Friday, September 3, 2010
Now on to the doggie entertainment...
This pot used to contain...
This small palmish tree....
And the pot below used to have beautiful purple trailing flowers...
And the pups said, "We don't need no stinkin' decorations!"
I took the picture below to prove to you that I can actually grow pretty flowers...
on the other side of the fence.