Monday, August 19, 2013
Dogs of Chinaberry Lane
Zeus is loving, but clumsy. When we had a deck in the back yard, he used to have a hard time climbing the steps and often would fall down the steps. But he’s our weather dog. If he starts to shake or crawls underneath my desk, within half an hour we will have a storm.
We call Zeus our million dollar dog—he broke his leg at 9 weeks, he got bit by a spider and had to have surgery and anything else you can think of, it happens to him. He’s also a hunter. He killed a snake in the yard, he killed a squirrel that ate the screen on the back porch and was there to make another mess, and last week he caught a baby bunny and brought it to the door. That one I wished he hadn’t caught. It was too cute and too dead.
Then came Icarus. I went with my daughter-in-law to look at schnauzer dogs at a kennel going out of business. She bought two dogs, but when we got home she said to tell my husband I bought one. He grumbled and then named the dog. I wrote her out a check and that’s how he came to live with us. He was six months old, all fuzzy and looking like a teddybear.
He and Maggie were good friends and they both ignored Zeus, except to pick on him. When Maggie passed over, Icarus mourned her for a month. It didn’t seem to bother Zeus.
By the time four months had passed, my husband was ready for another large dog. Daughter Michelle was visiting and we went online looking for dogs. We sent him several pictures to look at and he liked the half lab, half Great Dane dog. She, too, is a rescue dog, about 18 months old. Ellie is what we renamed her. She is great with the kids, listens well, and will go into the crate to take naps and sleep at night. She’s all black, not a white spot on her. And she’s still a clumsy puppy. Icarus growls at her if she gets too close when he has a chewy toy. Zeus fears her when her big paws come too close to his head when she wants to play--and he hides under chairs!
Ellie has been in two other homes and took back to the Second Chance Rescue. One single mom decided she didn’t want the dog anymore and the other family only had her a few weeks and learned the kids were allergic to her. She’s trying hard to be good so she can stay at a forever home. We hope nothing ever happens to make her leave, because we want her forever.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
When Larry was in the military and came back from overseas, he was stationed in OK. I had moved to AZ with my parents while he was gone, so he flew into Phoenix. From there we drove to OK to rent a house by the base, as we weren't eligible for base housing. So we found a house to rent in Dill City, which is a very small village. I looked it up online and it’s still about the same size as when we lived there.
Then we went to OH to spend time with the rest of our family members for several weeks. I went to get my hair cut, and the beautician said she heard there was a tornado in Dill City. Back then the news wasn't as easy to get as it is now. We couldn’t find anything about a tornado and thought she was wrong,
When we arrived back to OK and turned onto the road that would take us to the house we rented, the entire street was flattened. I had never seen destruction from a tornado before. My first thought was, is this what we’ll find when we get to our rental? We drove further and found the house we rented was standing as were the others in that part of the town. The entire town was and still is less than 2 miles. (I googled it)
Back then Larry was young and healthy and was asked to pitch in to clean up the mess.
One thing I remember about living in OK, sirens went off a lot. One of our neighbors had a storm cellar and we would head to it with the others and sit out the storms. And people were friendly and helpful.
Larry once cleaned out a septic system for the landlord for a bag of groceries. I learned to eat green beans from the garden planted by whoever lived there before us. Since we didn’t have much money, we never had soda. It was popcorn and Kool Aid. I still can’t drink Kool Aid!
When we rented the house, a man who lived in the town came to the door to greet us and tell tell us he’d check on the “matters and tatters” while we were gone. We learned to eat the food from the garden, and I learned to be less picky.
In the military you moved with the car pools. Next we moved to Cordell, then to Elk City before being shipped to Indiana. We had two Okie babies. Not much to do in OK back then. One TV station that had locals singing over and over "Gum Chum."
Friday, February 22, 2013
Blog 02/21/2013 Dogs
For those of us that love their pets, who think of them as family members, it’s hard watching them age.
Maggie, our shepherd rescue dog, is now about 12-years-old. Her hips are giving out and she limps at times, just like my husband Larry and I do. She is a wonderful dog and loves to play with the grandkids when they are here. But after a few hours of throw the stick and let me bring it back for you to throw it again..and again..well, she never gives up. When they go home, she has a hard time moving. Last week Maggie was disappointed when Larry told the kids not to throw sticks for her. He worried about her being able to walk when they left. The question is, do we let her have fun in her last years, or try to make it so she doesn’t hurt so much?
Last week we thought she was dying. We found her in the bathroom lying on the floor and not moving. Later she moved to the toilet area. She wasn’t eating or drinking water like she usually did. Then we started getting her cereal bowls with water in them and she drank and drank, but still ate no food.
After a few hours she followed Larry to the family room and moved to her pillow. He kept bowls of water there all night long and he made sure she drank. The next day she ate a little, peed in the house several times, which is something she never does, but again, wouldn’t go outside or eat.
But the next day when I got up to let Zeus and Icarus out, she went with them. I got her a bowl of dry food and mixed in wet food, and she ate. We were like two kids, excited because Maggie ate. Sounds silly, but to watch her recover was like watching a miracle. We thought for sure it was the end of her life.
This morning we took her to the vet when Icarus went for his flu shot. Yes, dogs need them, too! The vet checked her and said her heart is still strong, and yes she has arthritis in her hind legs, but for her age she’s doing great. I really think if Larry hadn’t stayed with her all night that first night she wouldn’t have made it. She now has pills for her pain and she got her nails cut, which she hated.
Larry had to lift her into the truck. Sad to see she can’t jump on her own any longer.
Zeus, who is an 8-year-old schnauzer, loves to go to the vet, gets all excited as soon as he sees that yellow building. Icarus, who is soon to be eight, too, has this attitude of okay I’m here. Pick me up so I can see over the counter. Maggie is scared. She gets to shedding something awful when she is there. Funny thing is, it’s Zeus who has had the surgeries—broken leg, spider bite and other odd things—and he loves to go there. Maggie only gets shots, as does Icarus.
I was watching a show on TV, forget the name of it, but it’s about two gay guys who have a surrogate mother and they will take the baby when it’s born.
They had an adorable puppy who they treated like a baby. They were practicing fatherhood on the puppy. The puppy got something wrong with it, and they rushed it to the vet. Turns out he had gas, but they wanted to keep it overnight. Then the vet folks took it for a walk—I don’t think they ever do that—and the dog got hit by a car and died. I am still ticked over that. They should never have killed off the dog! It’s a goofy show, but I like watching it. I think I simply like stupid shows that make me laugh.
What do you think of them killing the dog off in the show off?