Indiansummer
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Today, my dearest, and beloved dog Dutchess was taken to the vets office, less than one and a half hours from my call. It wasn't an emergency from here, but it was just before the snowstorm due here. (This storm was not even interesting, but the news tried to make it sound extraordinary, by saying things like, as this noreaster, roars through the NE. Blah, blah, bllllaaaahhhhhh........) It really was no more than a whisper.
She started to pee on the floow after coming in from outside first thing in the morning as per a normal schedule. I knew that wasn't right, she is the rightest dog, I have ever known. I know her age is at least 11, or 12, but she doesn't look it. She is a beautiful and fine burebreed, without papers in my hands, thought if I wanted them the original disowners could supply them. I simply do not care. She is all that matters in the end, and she loves me with a loyalty I do not deserve; yet she gives it.
Today we had a talk about how fine she is, and how much value she is, to me and to anyone who would learn. She came to me through a work associate who learned from me, that my cousin had a springer spaniel, and I adored her. She told me about a friend of hers who had one, that she wanted to place, in a good home, my friend knew I was a good choice; so, the deal was set. My house at noon on Saturday.
This beautiful pure silken white and liver! Bounding joyously across my yard and into my heart. She was FAT!! OMG! She looked like a dairy heffor ready to deliver. She was bathed, but she stunk!!!!
Well, I didn't bath her right away, she had to learn her environment, and her boundaries, and who was her master. So much for firmness, with those huge brown puppy-dog, eyes! Her boundaries were like a natural. I didn't have to teach her anything. She formed an immediate and instant dedication, as if she knew this was her new home. No more lap dog taking her place, she had a home, and a brother, named Nick.
Nick is another brown eyed beauty, with so much ambition and enthusiasm about life and socializing, you could not, not love him! (I have to dig out my pics, seem to have misplace a great many in my last move) Nick and Dutchess were soul mates. I was so happy, I wanted a mate for Nick, he was alone too much due to my spouse's and my work scheduels. She was good medicine. They were a comical pair, like Ricky & Lucy.
Next time I feel like I never do anything right, I'll try to remember I almost did. My new life and second spouse, lost our way together, and things changed, as do needs. I had lost my job, plant closed, I am female but I am more. I was working 60 hrs, and could have more, but no, would not neglect my home for $. NO MATTER WhAT! I was also the only other female out there, running the extruders, and feeding the hoppers, and uploading, and splicing the reels together while they were running 850 fpm. ><8000 ft. per reel, weighting anywhere from 6000lbs, to 10,000, with bare copper reels, which I also jacketed with the really high speed extruders. That was a cake job, by the way, reserved for the men, who could do less, in more time than I. I do not brag, I tried to do less, I just got bored to death! So, they sent me back to number 10, the sixteen guage, that was always on the verge of running out. I suspect that the floor in manufacturing had something to do with it, as I knew how to help them make money, so I did. This was by taking pride in my work, because the value is in the product of giving, not in the profit. Back in the old days we called it "Good Will". It is a lost concept today, except if your most frequent company happens to be furry!
I will step over the line, I will give my all, but I will not be taken, at least not for as long as I am expected to. I was poisoned, I was exposed to a toxic by product, from a unsafe work condition I was itimidated into performing, with a Union Rep, the head of the "Safety Team", (also my former supervisor) and my immediate supervisor, all witness to the caution label clearly stating that exposure to more than 300 deg. F, was not intended, nor endorsed. I ended up two years after the fact, having only been dx.ed with nothing more than fibromyalgia. Mental runs, yeah!
The plant closed, went to MeHicup, couldn't compete with the foriegn market. Finacial Fighting, some not deliberate, and some absolutely provoked, like when you buck a throat throttling threat, and I did, with sincerity' and enough confidence to bring the whole scene up short.
Dutchess came with me, Nick stayed. Nick was really his dog, and nobody wanted Dutchess, so I kept her, so she would never be the scapegoat, I know how that feels! She is so dear to me, I am releived to finally know what the reason is for her depressed mentality, and malaise. I know how she feels, as if I need to qualify that statement!
I hope to hear from the vet sometime tomorrow, and will dicsuss the possibility of reducing her mornig dosage by half, and either increasing the second dosage by 2, or making it a three dosage regimine, in the hopes that eventually she will adjust to tolerating the full recommmended ds. The morining dose is supposed to be 2, but her stomach says no thank you.
When I get her coat shampooed, and maybe trimmed by hand a bit, I will post her pic, as in moved and misplaced, new is probably easier and less dissappointing at this point.
Any home health tips for lymes in dogs? This is why I keep trying to get my vet to give me non-topical flea and tick remedies, because the risks, do not balance when your dog is rolling to rub it off first chance, or swimming. Now there is a topic! In more ways than one, but Dutchess, a water dog, didn't know she could swim when I got her. She was about 5 yrs. when I got her. I've had her at least 6 yrs, but without doing the math, it must be closer or greater than 7. Nick had to teach her not to panic, he is Border Collie and Labrador mix. Kinda funny looking, you know that kinda narrow collie like face, on a massive neck, and spring pack hulk. He is a truly handsome dog, and the baby boy, that broke my heart for the second time. At my command, (which with my fur-humans, is way more of a request to feel what I mean), and they do; ( Also birds, they are extremely thought sensitive) he stayed beside her an allowed his calm enjoyment flow to her. I know many of you have felt that you and your pets have truly communicated. I can't be alone on that one, not here! It happens.
So, now not only did I tell you about my best friend, but I also partially introduce myself, whether or not you asked for it. Just so you know though, I thank you for reading all this rambling.
I have to go now, and listen to Chrissy Hind do Sonny and Sher's, "I got you babe"
"I don't care, with you I can't go wrong"!!"
I got you Dutch....
She started to pee on the floow after coming in from outside first thing in the morning as per a normal schedule. I knew that wasn't right, she is the rightest dog, I have ever known. I know her age is at least 11, or 12, but she doesn't look it. She is a beautiful and fine burebreed, without papers in my hands, thought if I wanted them the original disowners could supply them. I simply do not care. She is all that matters in the end, and she loves me with a loyalty I do not deserve; yet she gives it.
Today we had a talk about how fine she is, and how much value she is, to me and to anyone who would learn. She came to me through a work associate who learned from me, that my cousin had a springer spaniel, and I adored her. She told me about a friend of hers who had one, that she wanted to place, in a good home, my friend knew I was a good choice; so, the deal was set. My house at noon on Saturday.
This beautiful pure silken white and liver! Bounding joyously across my yard and into my heart. She was FAT!! OMG! She looked like a dairy heffor ready to deliver. She was bathed, but she stunk!!!!
Well, I didn't bath her right away, she had to learn her environment, and her boundaries, and who was her master. So much for firmness, with those huge brown puppy-dog, eyes! Her boundaries were like a natural. I didn't have to teach her anything. She formed an immediate and instant dedication, as if she knew this was her new home. No more lap dog taking her place, she had a home, and a brother, named Nick.
Nick is another brown eyed beauty, with so much ambition and enthusiasm about life and socializing, you could not, not love him! (I have to dig out my pics, seem to have misplace a great many in my last move) Nick and Dutchess were soul mates. I was so happy, I wanted a mate for Nick, he was alone too much due to my spouse's and my work scheduels. She was good medicine. They were a comical pair, like Ricky & Lucy.
Next time I feel like I never do anything right, I'll try to remember I almost did. My new life and second spouse, lost our way together, and things changed, as do needs. I had lost my job, plant closed, I am female but I am more. I was working 60 hrs, and could have more, but no, would not neglect my home for $. NO MATTER WhAT! I was also the only other female out there, running the extruders, and feeding the hoppers, and uploading, and splicing the reels together while they were running 850 fpm. ><8000 ft. per reel, weighting anywhere from 6000lbs, to 10,000, with bare copper reels, which I also jacketed with the really high speed extruders. That was a cake job, by the way, reserved for the men, who could do less, in more time than I. I do not brag, I tried to do less, I just got bored to death! So, they sent me back to number 10, the sixteen guage, that was always on the verge of running out. I suspect that the floor in manufacturing had something to do with it, as I knew how to help them make money, so I did. This was by taking pride in my work, because the value is in the product of giving, not in the profit. Back in the old days we called it "Good Will". It is a lost concept today, except if your most frequent company happens to be furry!
I will step over the line, I will give my all, but I will not be taken, at least not for as long as I am expected to. I was poisoned, I was exposed to a toxic by product, from a unsafe work condition I was itimidated into performing, with a Union Rep, the head of the "Safety Team", (also my former supervisor) and my immediate supervisor, all witness to the caution label clearly stating that exposure to more than 300 deg. F, was not intended, nor endorsed. I ended up two years after the fact, having only been dx.ed with nothing more than fibromyalgia. Mental runs, yeah!
The plant closed, went to MeHicup, couldn't compete with the foriegn market. Finacial Fighting, some not deliberate, and some absolutely provoked, like when you buck a throat throttling threat, and I did, with sincerity' and enough confidence to bring the whole scene up short.
Dutchess came with me, Nick stayed. Nick was really his dog, and nobody wanted Dutchess, so I kept her, so she would never be the scapegoat, I know how that feels! She is so dear to me, I am releived to finally know what the reason is for her depressed mentality, and malaise. I know how she feels, as if I need to qualify that statement!
I hope to hear from the vet sometime tomorrow, and will dicsuss the possibility of reducing her mornig dosage by half, and either increasing the second dosage by 2, or making it a three dosage regimine, in the hopes that eventually she will adjust to tolerating the full recommmended ds. The morining dose is supposed to be 2, but her stomach says no thank you.
When I get her coat shampooed, and maybe trimmed by hand a bit, I will post her pic, as in moved and misplaced, new is probably easier and less dissappointing at this point.
Any home health tips for lymes in dogs? This is why I keep trying to get my vet to give me non-topical flea and tick remedies, because the risks, do not balance when your dog is rolling to rub it off first chance, or swimming. Now there is a topic! In more ways than one, but Dutchess, a water dog, didn't know she could swim when I got her. She was about 5 yrs. when I got her. I've had her at least 6 yrs, but without doing the math, it must be closer or greater than 7. Nick had to teach her not to panic, he is Border Collie and Labrador mix. Kinda funny looking, you know that kinda narrow collie like face, on a massive neck, and spring pack hulk. He is a truly handsome dog, and the baby boy, that broke my heart for the second time. At my command, (which with my fur-humans, is way more of a request to feel what I mean), and they do; ( Also birds, they are extremely thought sensitive) he stayed beside her an allowed his calm enjoyment flow to her. I know many of you have felt that you and your pets have truly communicated. I can't be alone on that one, not here! It happens.
So, now not only did I tell you about my best friend, but I also partially introduce myself, whether or not you asked for it. Just so you know though, I thank you for reading all this rambling.
I have to go now, and listen to Chrissy Hind do Sonny and Sher's, "I got you babe"
"I don't care, with you I can't go wrong"!!"
I got you Dutch....
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