I guess this happens in the world of dogs too. Mollie found her soul
mate. Wrong species, wrong sex--but as far as Mollie is concerned,
this is the Human for her. Sadly, this human doesn't like large breed
dogs or dogs that shed.
Mollie is shedding now--the carpet in the sun room is covered with a
layer of dog hair. And my clothes--well, I wear old ratty clothes in the
house--she covers me in 10 minutes with her white fur. So I put her
outside, then change clothes before leaving.
The soul mate is my daughter. She saw Mollie for 10 minutes the first
night we brought her home. Mollie went nuts over her. The feeling was
not returned. My daughter prefers small breeds that do not shed at all,
like Toy Poodles. Me, I speak Dog. Never have had a problem
talking with or making them understand, What's a little dog hair between
best friends?
Poor Mollie. Unrequited love. Been there. Feel badly for her.
Poor Baby.
All For Now
Monday, March 31, 2014
More on the Tree, Gingo Tree That Is
I have learned more about the ginko tree, the one I was going to send to
the dump. I didn't need to feel guilty--the dump wouldn't have killed it.
Not only was this tree prehistoric--but it lined the streets of Nagasaki
when the Bomb dropped in the 40's. It appeared sort of puny for a few
weeks, and the came back, leafed up and bloomed. Amazing!
And, it only becomes "smelly" if it is a female--and even then not for
20 years. Since I don't plan to be in this house forever, I expect
that I will have downsized by then.
So the tree is in the window with the other plants that will not wait
til the end frost danger arrives--it has been watered and cared for.
And that is end of ridding myself of a stinky tree.
On a humorous note, I am sort of allergic to lilac bushes, but I am
still going to try to grow some from seed, Go figure. I like them,
But they make sneeze.
All for now.
Kate Thorn
the dump. I didn't need to feel guilty--the dump wouldn't have killed it.
Not only was this tree prehistoric--but it lined the streets of Nagasaki
when the Bomb dropped in the 40's. It appeared sort of puny for a few
weeks, and the came back, leafed up and bloomed. Amazing!
And, it only becomes "smelly" if it is a female--and even then not for
20 years. Since I don't plan to be in this house forever, I expect
that I will have downsized by then.
So the tree is in the window with the other plants that will not wait
til the end frost danger arrives--it has been watered and cared for.
And that is end of ridding myself of a stinky tree.
On a humorous note, I am sort of allergic to lilac bushes, but I am
still going to try to grow some from seed, Go figure. I like them,
But they make sneeze.
All for now.
Kate Thorn
Friday, March 14, 2014
Dogs, Cats, and Chickens--and My Tree Adventure
Mollie has been finding her place in the animal household, and in the
people household. She finally recognizes that, though I am weak and
and not that healthy, I still have more power than she. And since we
both defend the cat, that puts her and the chickens on equal level.
Except the chickens aren't afraid of her and more or less ignore her,
and Mr. Natural and myself. are careful about chicken-dog interactions.
Since the incident with that dog running rampant in the yard, they have afraid
to leave the yard. I know which predator killed Sweetie. That bird dog of
theirs. But it's not the dogs fault. It's theirs--they let the dog loose--no leash--
knowing our chickens were in the yard. And we went to do battle for them.
And the chickens saw the whole thing. They trust us to watch over them. And
we do. Meanwhile there is no barking from their yard. They have crated their
dogs--they are no longer in their dog pens. Sound a bit guilty to you? Yes,
me too. And not a single apology--which should have come after the first
chicken, Big Red, died. She said, the woman who hates chicken but had
not a problem taking our eggs, that she heard us calling Big Red. I told
her that we called to make ourselves feel better, but Big Red was deaf, so
couldn't even try to defend herself. She looked surprised and guilty when
I said that. The chickens knew--they huddled close together all night and
didn't forage except in the yard the next day. Madellyn took off in a fit of
anger up the hill towards their house--and was never seen again. After
that incident, I started going after them when they went in that direction
causing the fall in which I injured my neck and back. When Sweetie
disappeared in the same direction, I did walk up the hill once--it was
not the brightest thing I've ever done. But I did it anyway. When I heard
the dogs barking and growling, I knew even if I tried to walk the hill
a second time, that she was already dead, and I couldn't bear to see her.
Both Mr. Natural and myself regret that decision. But bodywise, I just
couln't climb that hill a second time. They know we know now. That is
why they're locking their dogs in cages. Poor dogs--why have dogs if you're
not going to walk them , train them. I think they would all be better off
with different owners. And I never saw them interacting with their dogs.
They "rescued" some of the dogs. From what? Better owners?
Mollie is lucky. Both of us work consistently with her every day. She
has Puppy Chow and water available 24/7. She has glucosamine/chrondroitin
chews every day. Puppy Vitamins for her size--and 4 different kinds of treats
for good behavior. She has the command Sit down pat. I am working on
Stay and Come now. Mr Natural does the walking and plans to start
working on Heel soon. She is brushed and cleaned with wipes (eco-
friendly ones) every morning. Mr Natural helped me this morning and I was
able to clean her ears. And they needed it!
The chickens got yogurt tonight--only I saved some of it for Mollie--she loves
it. It's very beneficial in restoring harmony to their guts in replacing enzymes
necessary for balancing the bacteria in their guts.
The chickens have a preference for the type of paper used in their "nest" (sink).
The nice off white paper used in packing boxes--well, they don't like it all, and
if we don't switch to newsprint, not only will they not get in the sink to lay, but
they stand around the sink and make so much noise, Blondie being the loudest,
until we come and rectify the situation--by giving them what they want.
Now for the tree. And this is funny--I bought this tree because the leaves turn
golden in the fall, and it dates back to prehistoric times. Never thought that
the tree could have something that caused its survival, besides being a well
known source for the herb ginko. Mr. Natural wasn't pleased. At all. Then
he looked up the tree and read to me--the tree dropped something all year.
Something fragrant. The smell was described as a cross between vomit and
dog poop. OK--I goofed, really goofed. No more of buying prehistoric
trees.
All for tonight--
Kate Thorn
people household. She finally recognizes that, though I am weak and
and not that healthy, I still have more power than she. And since we
both defend the cat, that puts her and the chickens on equal level.
Except the chickens aren't afraid of her and more or less ignore her,
and Mr. Natural and myself. are careful about chicken-dog interactions.
Since the incident with that dog running rampant in the yard, they have afraid
to leave the yard. I know which predator killed Sweetie. That bird dog of
theirs. But it's not the dogs fault. It's theirs--they let the dog loose--no leash--
knowing our chickens were in the yard. And we went to do battle for them.
And the chickens saw the whole thing. They trust us to watch over them. And
we do. Meanwhile there is no barking from their yard. They have crated their
dogs--they are no longer in their dog pens. Sound a bit guilty to you? Yes,
me too. And not a single apology--which should have come after the first
chicken, Big Red, died. She said, the woman who hates chicken but had
not a problem taking our eggs, that she heard us calling Big Red. I told
her that we called to make ourselves feel better, but Big Red was deaf, so
couldn't even try to defend herself. She looked surprised and guilty when
I said that. The chickens knew--they huddled close together all night and
didn't forage except in the yard the next day. Madellyn took off in a fit of
anger up the hill towards their house--and was never seen again. After
that incident, I started going after them when they went in that direction
causing the fall in which I injured my neck and back. When Sweetie
disappeared in the same direction, I did walk up the hill once--it was
not the brightest thing I've ever done. But I did it anyway. When I heard
the dogs barking and growling, I knew even if I tried to walk the hill
a second time, that she was already dead, and I couldn't bear to see her.
Both Mr. Natural and myself regret that decision. But bodywise, I just
couln't climb that hill a second time. They know we know now. That is
why they're locking their dogs in cages. Poor dogs--why have dogs if you're
not going to walk them , train them. I think they would all be better off
with different owners. And I never saw them interacting with their dogs.
They "rescued" some of the dogs. From what? Better owners?
Mollie is lucky. Both of us work consistently with her every day. She
has Puppy Chow and water available 24/7. She has glucosamine/chrondroitin
chews every day. Puppy Vitamins for her size--and 4 different kinds of treats
for good behavior. She has the command Sit down pat. I am working on
Stay and Come now. Mr Natural does the walking and plans to start
working on Heel soon. She is brushed and cleaned with wipes (eco-
friendly ones) every morning. Mr Natural helped me this morning and I was
able to clean her ears. And they needed it!
The chickens got yogurt tonight--only I saved some of it for Mollie--she loves
it. It's very beneficial in restoring harmony to their guts in replacing enzymes
necessary for balancing the bacteria in their guts.
The chickens have a preference for the type of paper used in their "nest" (sink).
The nice off white paper used in packing boxes--well, they don't like it all, and
if we don't switch to newsprint, not only will they not get in the sink to lay, but
they stand around the sink and make so much noise, Blondie being the loudest,
until we come and rectify the situation--by giving them what they want.
Now for the tree. And this is funny--I bought this tree because the leaves turn
golden in the fall, and it dates back to prehistoric times. Never thought that
the tree could have something that caused its survival, besides being a well
known source for the herb ginko. Mr. Natural wasn't pleased. At all. Then
he looked up the tree and read to me--the tree dropped something all year.
Something fragrant. The smell was described as a cross between vomit and
dog poop. OK--I goofed, really goofed. No more of buying prehistoric
trees.
All for tonight--
Kate Thorn
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Mollie and Daisy
Mollie is tough. Daisy katows her on the nose--and she never yelps--she backs up.
shaking her head, stopping to rub her nose with her paws. Daisy antagonizes her
to no end. She sidles up to Mollie's food and water bowls, and Mollie's instinctive
reaction is to protect her bowl. She stops when we tell her to, which for a 3 month
old pup is amazing. She continues to try to be friends with Daisy who hisses at her
overtures of friendship.
Daisy hasn't been feeling well lately. She will be 10 years old this summer. Considering
her health history, that is amazing also. She quit drinking all water again. Became
severely constipated because of lack of fluids. Carolyn had told me about a slurry--
water with 1/2 cup (or 1/4 cup) of mashed up catfood in it. In trying to get to food.,
she drinks all the water. I added 1200 mg of flax seed oil . This has worked before.
We bought another house--hoping to flip this one, instead of renting it. Someday we
will have a goodly income stream.
All for now--
Kate Thorn
shaking her head, stopping to rub her nose with her paws. Daisy antagonizes her
to no end. She sidles up to Mollie's food and water bowls, and Mollie's instinctive
reaction is to protect her bowl. She stops when we tell her to, which for a 3 month
old pup is amazing. She continues to try to be friends with Daisy who hisses at her
overtures of friendship.
Daisy hasn't been feeling well lately. She will be 10 years old this summer. Considering
her health history, that is amazing also. She quit drinking all water again. Became
severely constipated because of lack of fluids. Carolyn had told me about a slurry--
water with 1/2 cup (or 1/4 cup) of mashed up catfood in it. In trying to get to food.,
she drinks all the water. I added 1200 mg of flax seed oil . This has worked before.
We bought another house--hoping to flip this one, instead of renting it. Someday we
will have a goodly income stream.
All for now--
Kate Thorn
Friday, March 7, 2014
Neurosurgeon Visit
This turned out to be a good visit. The narrowing in my cervical are
was very minimal and caused by a "tiny bone spur" not worthy of
surgery unless I "reay" wanted it. I couldn't say "No" fast enough. Dr.
Loomis was as nice as could be. I trusted him immediately. He also
told me what I had been thinking--this was muscle pain due to the 2 recent
falls.
No return visit necessary.
Next week on the 11th is a visit with Dr. Queen; the following week is the
cardiologist appointment.
Fun, fun.
All for now--
Kate Thorn
was very minimal and caused by a "tiny bone spur" not worthy of
surgery unless I "reay" wanted it. I couldn't say "No" fast enough. Dr.
Loomis was as nice as could be. I trusted him immediately. He also
told me what I had been thinking--this was muscle pain due to the 2 recent
falls.
No return visit necessary.
Next week on the 11th is a visit with Dr. Queen; the following week is the
cardiologist appointment.
Fun, fun.
All for now--
Kate Thorn
Princess Pees a Lot
Thus life and the battle to potty train Mollie continues. She continues to go outside part
of the day--and well, inside, the rest of the day. There doesn't seem to be a rhyme or
reason to her choices. But choices they are definitely hers. IF I could catch her in time . . .
but that is a process that is top secret--and for such a clumsy puppie, she is amazingly
quiet when it comes to that process.. Really ultra quiet. Any other time, you can hear
her claws hit the wooden floor--but when she decides to pee. She is silent. Very! And
if try to follow her around, she thinks that is a invitation to play. And then there are the times
when you are following her around (I do a lot of that trying to catch her in the act and
redirect her.)--those are times she drops and pees right in front of me. Completely
unashamed. I scold her; she looks confused--then I feel guilty. Yeah, guilty from
trying to potty-train her. She's only nearing 13 weeks--and she does get it part of
the time. Part of the time--well, her nickname Princess Pees a Lot tells the rest of the
story. I have owned large breeds before. But I was always able to take them out
on a leash. I've just had too many falls lately--and did I mention that she is strong,
already. She could pull me down easily. So this is my compromise--I put her on
the deck until she pees. She usually calms down after she finds her ultimate pee-spot.
She can search for one for quite a while. When I give up, let her in--it's cold outside--
she goes straight for the dining room--at least she avoids the sunroom--it is carpeted.
So I mop up lots of pee in only a couple of floods, I mean "accidents"--she has trained
me well to clean up after her! Thus goes life with puppy. Did I tell you that I am
completely smitten with her--even though time to write has come to a screeching
halt!
Well, it's time to let her back in--it's cold outside--she'll go pee in the dining room
after that--or play "Let's use Mom as a chewtoy!" Not a fun game for me. I remind
myself daily, many times daily, that she's only a puppy once.
All for now--
Kate Thorn
of the day--and well, inside, the rest of the day. There doesn't seem to be a rhyme or
reason to her choices. But choices they are definitely hers. IF I could catch her in time . . .
but that is a process that is top secret--and for such a clumsy puppie, she is amazingly
quiet when it comes to that process.. Really ultra quiet. Any other time, you can hear
her claws hit the wooden floor--but when she decides to pee. She is silent. Very! And
if try to follow her around, she thinks that is a invitation to play. And then there are the times
when you are following her around (I do a lot of that trying to catch her in the act and
redirect her.)--those are times she drops and pees right in front of me. Completely
unashamed. I scold her; she looks confused--then I feel guilty. Yeah, guilty from
trying to potty-train her. She's only nearing 13 weeks--and she does get it part of
the time. Part of the time--well, her nickname Princess Pees a Lot tells the rest of the
story. I have owned large breeds before. But I was always able to take them out
on a leash. I've just had too many falls lately--and did I mention that she is strong,
already. She could pull me down easily. So this is my compromise--I put her on
the deck until she pees. She usually calms down after she finds her ultimate pee-spot.
She can search for one for quite a while. When I give up, let her in--it's cold outside--
she goes straight for the dining room--at least she avoids the sunroom--it is carpeted.
So I mop up lots of pee in only a couple of floods, I mean "accidents"--she has trained
me well to clean up after her! Thus goes life with puppy. Did I tell you that I am
completely smitten with her--even though time to write has come to a screeching
halt!
Well, it's time to let her back in--it's cold outside--she'll go pee in the dining room
after that--or play "Let's use Mom as a chewtoy!" Not a fun game for me. I remind
myself daily, many times daily, that she's only a puppy once.
All for now--
Kate Thorn
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