Happy gotcha day, Hobie!

Fourteen years ago today, a little dog was brought to my office at the travel company.  Our eyes met, and we fell hopelessly in love.  We went for our first walk, and I adopted him on the spot.  We went to Petco.

The receipt from our first visit to Petco!  "Pauline" Mueller???  LOL!

I brought him home and introduced him to Timba and the cats.  It was an unremarkable introduction; he just fit right in.

Hobie and Timba in the back yard!

Then, as today, Gil was out of the country on his annual trip, as he normally is in late May.  I remember picking him up at the airport a couple weeks later, and I brought Hobie with me.  The plane was late, so Hobie and I went up Route 1 to King's Beach in Lynn.  Our very first walk on the beach.  We met people on the boardwalk who stopped and said hello, asked how old he was, what kind of dog he was. I recall, I had to use the port-o-potty, and the only solution was to bring him inside that thing! I remember him sitting in the front seat of the car while we were driving, and when we stopped at a red light on The Lynnway, people were pointing and smiling.  He was so cute!  I remember going through Boston, and Hobie was alarmingly looking at all the people walking around -- he'd never seen so many people -- especially those walking on the overpass as we sat stuck in traffic.  Now, all these years later, every time I drive under that overpass, I remember Hobie watching the people walking!

When we went back to the airport, I brought Hobie into the parking lot so he could relieve himself.  He had never relieved himself on tarmac before, there was no grass or dirt anyplace, so.... he did not relieve himself!  He had no idea what to do!

So, Gil met Hobie in the car, at Logan Airport.  That's just how we roll!

Happy "gotcha day", Hobie!

Photos were taken May 30, 2000

Perrier bottle to show size perspective

So handsome!!!!

#WordlessWednesday Remembering Timba

I wasn't able to post yesterday, which was the real anniversary of Timba's passing.

Timba was 18 years old when she left me 13 years ago, on May 20, 2001.
[Do the math!!  It was 31 years ago that I adopted Timba... when she was a little puppy!]

Timba at about 5 months old, in Princeton, Mass.
My former roommate owed me $800.  I said "Forget the money,
I want the the dog."  He went for it.  Best investment I ever made!

Timba at about 5 years old; and Yours Truly at about 28!

In the late 1980s on Oak Lane in Spencer.

Hobie was a little puppy when Timba died, and Timba was Hobie's "teacher".  He still does things today that he learned from Timba (we still live in the same house); and Hobie, in turn, is teaching The Twins the same tips and tricks!

Hobie, left, at 5 months old; Timba, right, about 17 years.  She showed Hobie the ropes, and bowed out a year later.

I cannot believe it's been 13 years, and now Hobie is the old, disabled dog.  
I hate even thinking about it.

Good ol' Timba, and "the first Charlie".... Charlie the cat.  All the cats and dogs have always gotten along.

Timba on Ballston Beach in Truro, Mass.

At the Boathouse in Truro.

At Thompson Pond, where we still live today.

Her favorite thing to do "fishin'" in Thompson Pond!

Timba was (sorry to all the others) the best dog in the whole world.  She was SO smart, SO well-behaved, and, above all, SO loyal.   I have tried to recapture that with her successors, but nobody will ever measure up to my memory of her.  She went to work with me almost every day of her life.   It was so great not having to leave my dog at home every day!

Probably one of the last pics taken of Timba... when SHE was having
trouble using the same set of stairs Hobie is now battling daily.

#WordlessWednesday Look who used the stairs today (twice!)

Pay no attention to our pee-ruined lawn!

Weekend Pack Update, plus Bloggers & Brands Working Together

What a week this has been with the pack!  First, they had a play date with none other than their new little friend, Red.  I read a headline today (didn't read the full article) from one of these trainers who doesn't believe in pack hierarchy (alpha dog or whatever you want to call it).  Well, he ought to come to our house when Red visits.  Charlie Brown, who is normally "Mr. Big Boss-Dude" around here, takes a complete back seat when Red shows up.  Red completely takes over.  He walks in, his tail high, his ears on high alert, and he is totally and completely in charge.  I LOVE it, because it makes Charlie back off.  It is actually kind of hilarious (to me) how "automatic" it is.  Red shows up, and Charlie says, "OK, I'm not the boss, I get it.  It's ok, I needed a break anyhow."  It's amazing watching these dogs interact naturally with no intervention from the humans.

Red showing Charlie who's boss!
"You may be huge, but I'm in charge."

Newman, high up on the kitty counter, is NOT a fan of little Red.

Alpha dog, Red, taking over the living room/studio! LOL!

At one point, I was so busy taking photos (ok, I took 159 that morning, but don't worry I won't post all of them here), I realized I hadn't seen Hobie in a while.  I had walked Hobie down the new ramp attached to the living room steps, and then brought him into the back yard so he could be part of the play date.  He and Red get along great!  [I should mention that, before Charlie came along, Hobie was "alpha dog" if that's what you want to call it.  He was in charge of the household.  He still is, in a senior-dog-with-special-needs way -- he's the one I lose sleep over, he's the one for whom I jump to attention if he needs something, anything.]  I digress!  So, I looked around and said "Oh, no, where did Hobie go?"  I assumed he left via an open gate.  But one of my landscapers hollered over to me:  "He's up there, on the deck."  I asked, "How did he get up there!?" and the dude said "He walked up the stairs.  I watched him.  It was difficult, but he did it."

Hobie 'n' Red, such good friends!

   

"Pack Leader" Red, escorting Hobie down the stairs!
Hobie hadn't used the stairs in 3 weeks!

Ever since Red's visit, Hobie has used the stairs in BOTH directions about half a dozen times.  Roughly 50% of the time.  The other 50% he either uses the deck as his bathroom, or I walk him down the new ramp in front of the house.  


Later that day, Cali gave Hobie a 5-minute massage!! Hobie actually fell asleep and SNORED!  I've never seen anything like it, these animals truly amaze me on a daily basis.

The next day, I was a little worried because I think Cooper had over-done it on the play date.  We have to be careful of that one front leg, his shoulder and ankle area can get achy from being constantly slammed into the ground.  I decided to take the twins for a R.I.D.E. when I ran errands in the morning.  But they had other plans and took off down the dirt road.  I opened the back of the car and yelled, "Let's go for a RIIIIIDE!" and Charlie hopped in.  I was so busy making sure I didn't close the hatchback onto Charlie's tail, that I didn't notice Cooper had sauntered up beside me and his head was poking into the back of the car.  I closed the hatchback... on his head!!!  I was horrified because our dearly departed Hector died of a head injury (from falling down a flight of stairs and crashing into a bookcase at the bottom), so I was freaked out for an entire day.  But Cooper was perfectly fine.  I think he probably "saw stars" right when it happened, but then he was fine for the rest of the day.  I even asked my pet sitter/cleaning lady to check on him and give me a report halfway through my workday. She said I was just "being a mom" and he is perfectly fine. Phew!

Cooper says, I love play dates, but I need to lie down and rest my leg!

Cooper, exhausted from the play date.

Other than that, we members of the BlogPaws Influencer Group received a nifty new infographic from BlogPaws which I"m sharing here.  I'm bummed that I couldn't go to the BlogPaws Conference in Las Vegas, which is happening right NOW!  They just announced that next year's conference is a little bit later in May 2015 and it'll be in Nashville.  It's still a bit far, and May is SO busy at the travel company, but maybe I can make it work.  I won't be able to bring any dogs to Nashville with me, though, because I won't fly a pet in cargo.  I would consider driving to Nashville, but I think Gil would have my head!  I digress AGAIN... here is the infographic which depicts the results of some surveys we bloggers participated in, back in March.  It shows that bloggers and brands definitely like working together.  I've only worked with a handful of brands since I started becoming more serious about my blog, and every time it's been a great experience.  You can see by the large percentage numbers that most of us pet bloggers not only like working with brands, but actually use the product we worked with in the first place, or start using it after working with the brand.  There's also some great data on how us bloggers purchase goods, how much we spend, and where we shop.  Check it out!!  I'm so thrilled to e part of the BlogPaws Influencer Group, and sure hope I can attend the 2015 conference!

Then and now

As promised yesterday, here's a picture of Hobie at approximately 6 months of age, running on our dirt road:

Hobie on Oak Lane, 2001  How strong and confident.  He was always so "intense".  Look at the black muzzle!!




Here's the picture I took yesterday, on the exact same stretch of road (well, ok, within a few yards):

Hobie on Oak Lane, 2014.  Our beautiful senior dog.  How he has mellowed and matured.
Gray muzzle now, much softer eyes.   Love!

Saturday baby steps

In my quest to further my dogs' socialization, and get over my paralyzing fears and phobias, I did two things today with the pups.

First, I took the twins to Petco.  They did not go inside with me (despite my feeling terribly guilty about the sign Petco has posted on their building -- "Don't leave your pet in a hot car") -- it was not hot out, I went when they first opened and it was actually so cold I needed to put on the heat in the car whilst driving.  So anyway, I brought them to Petco's parking lot!  I had to buy bulk dog and cat food because Petco is not nearby -- nothing is nearby, we live in the middle of nowhere.  So I needed to push a cart, bring it back to the store after loading the car, etc.  It would have been impossible to bring both dogs inside the store AND get all that stuff, all by myself.  My guys are reactive dogs, and of course they went ballistic with each dog they saw entering the store (I was only inside for 5 minutes, I ran as fast as I could, I know exactly where all the items are; and no one else was in line because it was so early).  I left the sunroof and all four windows open about 4 inches.  There isn't a lot of crime around here so it's pretty safe, and like I said it was chilly this morning.  Anyhow, I got all my stuff, threw it in the car and we left.  The only mistake I made was buying my coffee before going to Petco and leaving the coffee in the cup holder.  When one-legged (ha ha) Cooper reacted to a dog in the parking lot, he mashed my coffee cup with his one front leg and coffee spilled all over the console and into the cup holders and I had to drive home with an empty coffee cup, no coffee to sip on, and no towels for clean-up.  Note to self:  keep a roll of paper towels, or a hand towel, in the car from now on!

I'm toying with the idea of bringing them (or maybe just one of them) to Petco again tomorrow, not buying anything, and just bringing them inside.  We shall see if I have the courage and bravery!

When we got home, it was time to take Hobie down his new ramp and for a little walk.  If you follow me on Facebook, you may know that Hobie has not been out of his five-foot world (i.e., he has been indoors!) for about two weeks.  His rear legs have been giving out on him.  He has a herniated disk in his spine, and his legs become partially paralyzed from time to time.  It's pretty awful to watch him going through this.  He is on medication.  It's one of these situations where he has good days, bad days, good moments and bad moments.  We are taking things one minute at a time.

He flatly refuses (to his credit) to use stairs, and has been using our deck as his "bathroom" since Gil left on an extended trip two weeks ago.  So, I bought a ramp and put it on the front steps.  He doesn't like using it, but I am able to lift him onto it and then guide him down, and back up, so it's good.  I can't carry him up and down the stairs because of my own back problems, and there is no stairless exit from our house.

Hobie and I went for a nice walk today, to the neighbors on our left (The Browns ha ha I think that is funny because our other dog is Charlie Brown), and then over to our old house to the right.  We lived in this other house across the street for years, and I finally got sick of living like "campers" (it's an extremely small house, like 500 square feet, maybe less, with a 5-gallon hot water tank, pipes that always froze, and a myriad of problems  -- imagine we lived there with seven cats and a black Lab!?). We bought the house across the street, where we currently live, about 18 years ago, but we still own the old house, and rent it out to our dear friend/colleague/cousin, Kent.  So, Hobie and I went over to the old house which happens to be on the pond; Hobie dipped his feet in the pond (brrrrr!).  I cleaned out some debris from the pond (two pieces of plywood, a cigarette lighter, and ewww a dead fish).

Wait a minute!  He used the stairs!

On our way back, Kent opened up the door to say hello, and Hobie decided that was his invitation to take a little pause (paws!).  This is a variation on Hobie's standard "theme".  Ever since he was a little puppy, and I was thinking about this, and I truly believe it is every walk we have ever, ever taken... Hobie hates going home.  He will simply lie down and refuse to go home!  Often, he will do this far, far away from home, so I have no choice but to sit down beside him until he's ready.  He won't budge, not even for a treat.  Over the years, I have had postal workers and police officers help me by coaxing him with cookies, have had people stop in their cars asking if he needs assistance, have had people point and laugh or ask what the heck is going on, friends have offered us rides,... you name it.  When he was really little, I would carry him home!  Sometimes, here on the lake, I will just go home and he'll follow me a half hour later!  Sometimes, I'd drop the leash and walk ahead of him and he'd reluctantly follow (but that generally never really worked and I'd end up going back to sit with him!)  So, today's walk was no exception... Hobie walked into Kent's house/our old house (using the stairs hmmmmm) and plopped himself down in front of the open front door!  I should point out that Hobie never lived in that house, but has spent a lot of time there visiting the various tenants, of which there have been several, so he certainly considers it part of his territory.

I ran across the street and got my iPhone so I could take some pictures, and here they are.

P.S.  I had to carry him down Kent's stairs when we left!

Our dead-end dirt road.  Very safe for our pets.
All the neighbors have dogs and cats too, it's one big happy family! 

This photo is nearly identical (I did it on purpose) to a picture  I took of Hobie on the same section of road when he was just  6 months old.  I need to find the photo and I'll post them both here side-by-side tomorrow.  When he was a young pup he used to run off a lot and I would freak out.  That day, when he was 6 months old, I took a photo of him running back home, into my arms LOL  Now, he's the best dog in the world and can walk off leash with no problems.

Update!  Later on, I took Charlie for a walk on-leash.  We went up the same dirt road (of course, we have to, there's no other way outta here!) and then onto the main road.  This is where I start to panic as he lunges at cars.  Three cars went by us and he didn't lunge at them!  But that's because I maneuvered him slightly back from the side of the road.  I still half-panicked and turned around and took him to the lake and then went home... but hey, it's progress!  Baby steps!  Tomorrow, maybe we'll go 5 feet farther.  The only other problem was... when we got back there was a dead squirrel in the yard.  I assume one of the cats killed it.  Grrrrr.  Charlie is obsessed with squirrels.  He "trees" them.  It's quite remarkable to watch.  He has never gotten close enough to one to hurt it or anything.  In fact, I think the squirrels play with him -- they sort of have an understanding.  So, one of the cats got the tame squirrel when we weren't looking.  Darned cats!

A to Z Challenge: Z is for Zoomies #atozchallenge

Ever since Charlie Brown came home with us, he's had the zoomies each day.  I think it's pretty hilarious, Gil isn't very amused (at least not outwardly).  Our house is small, small, small.  And this dog is big, big, big.  When he was a puppy, Charlie would get the zoomies and he would zoom up onto the furniture and push off like a swimmer pushing off the side of a swimming pool.  He would zoom along the ground really low, but at high speed and then bounce onto the couch and chair.  It was hysterical.  I never was able to get a video of it, I would just be laughing too hard.

Today, the zoomies have taken on a more "adult" configuration.  Funny enough, Charlie and his brother Cooper do the zoomies exactly the same way that Hobie and Hector did.  But the second pair never ever saw the first pair partake in the zoomies!!  I think it's just the configuration of the house.  We have a long hallway, dining room and living room that are configured in a square.  Very 1950s "Cape Cod" style.  It's a small area, but they really get going and they chase each other around and around and around the square.  There's a lot of barking and growling, but it is all in fun.  They are boys, after all.  The funniest part is when Charlie waits on one of the corners for Cooper to appear either in front of him, or behind him.  It reminds me of a cartoon or a Three Stooges skit -- Cooper will often sneak up behind Charlie, and then Charlie will do the "Oh no!!!!" thing like a cartoon character and start running with Cooper in hot pursuit.

It is nearly impossible to get video of these guys "zooming".  I don't know if they get intimidated by the camera, or if I'm just laughing too much, but either way as soon as I take out the camera, they calm down. But anyway, here are a couple of attempts:

Don't worry, they beat the tar out of each other all the time.  

Boys will be boys.

See how they slowed down as soon as I picked up the camera?!

I've been taking part in the April Blogging from A to Z Challenge.  I got sick in the middle of it, and still managed to sort of cheat my way through and complete every letter!  I'll get my little badge and display it on the site shortly.  Thanks for reading, everyone.  Much appreciated!!

A to Z Challenge: Y is for Ol' Yeller

I haven't ever read the book "Old Yeller" by Fred Gipson. Nor have I seen the movie.
I'm afraid to, especially now that Hobie is getting so old.  I know what happens in the end.  Doesn't everybody?

Gil calls Hobie "Ol' Yeller" sometimes.  It's funny, I crack up every time!

Old Yeller, of the book & movie, was a "cur".  That's what they called them.  We know that Hobie (and most of the other mutts in the northeast with black mouths) are part Black Mouth Cur.  That is a breed, not recognized by the AKC, but recognized by other dog clubs.

In the book, and movie, Old Yeller sires some puppies, and the boy (now older) raises one of the puppies.  The puppy is called Savage Sam, and a sequel was written and a movie made -- both were called Savage Sam.

Here are some pictures of Black Mouth Curs.  Don't they look at lot like Hobie?!

A to Z Challenge: X is for Xylophone-playing dog

A to Z Challenge: W is for Watching over me #atozchallenge

Twenty-seven years ago today, my father died suddenly of a heart attack.  He was 69 years old.

I was 27 years old.

Today, I am exactly twice that age.

Dad was the first of the angels to watch over me, but he wouldn't be the last.  Joining him (many years later, thank goodness) were my brother, my mom, our dogs, Timba and Hector, and our close friend and co-worker, Mike.

I like to think they're my angels, all watching over us as we make it through the next 27 years!

A to Z Challenge: V is for Volvulus #atozchallenge

If you read the book (or saw the movie -- groan) "Marley & Me", then you may know what volvulus is.  Also known as "bloat" or gastric dilatation-volvulus (GDV) in dogs, volvulus occurs mainly in large or giant breed, narrow-deep-chested canines.  It means that a portion of the gastrointestinal tract in the animal has twisted, flipped, or rotated -- also known as gastric torsion.  As a result, the contents of the stomach also rotate.  This not only is uncomfortable and painful for the pup, but can be fatal.  It causes retching, usually without vomiting, a hunched-over stance and very anxious behavior, before leading to possible shock and collapse.

The causes of GDV are not fully understood.  Some experts maintain that a larger dog eating too fast, drinking a lot of water after eating and/or exercising hard after eating can cause bloat.  Other experts say there is no evidence that any of these things produce bloat!  Still others believe certain kinds of food will cause GDV in dogs.

Whatever the cause, this is thankfully something I've never head to deal with, with any of my hounds.  GDV is usually chronic, as was the case with poor Marley who developed the condition a couple of times in his lifetime.

So, without knowing the exact cause, should you be worried about bloat, and if so what can you do to prevent the affliction?

Infographic courtesy of vetdepot.com

My friends over at Great Dane Rescue of New England, where I used to volunteer, know all too well that Danes are somewhat susceptible to GDV.  (Good heavens, you could almost call it Great Dane Volvulus!).  Some giant breeds, such as Danes, are given gastropexy surgery as puppies to actually prevent bloat -- it is that common in those breeds.  Other Dane breeders and owners don't pursue that option.  It really is totally up to the dog owner to do their own research and decide for themselves.

Either way, if your dog ever develops volvulus get him or her to a vet immediately.  A lifesaving procedure can be done to reverse the torsion, as was done with the famous Marley.

For more information on volvulus, bloat and GDV, here are some links:

http://www.petmd.com/dog/conditions/digestive/c_dg_gastric_dilation_volvulus_syndrome

http://www.2ndchance.info/bloat.htm

A to Z Challenge: U is for (we move as a) Unit #atozchallenge

There are a lot of times when I believe I'm not a good pack leader, or even the pack leader at all.  Then, I remember that we move as a unit.  Wherever I go, the dogs go (and usually one or two cats!).

Hobie and Hector always accompanied me wherever I went.  I mean room-to-room, not just to outside places like the back yard, the car, work... I mean we went everywhere together, the three of us, moving as one.  If I went into the kitchen, so did they.  If I went into the bedroom, they did, too.  If I went upstairs to my office, they joined me and fell asleep under the desk.  Gil could get up and move to another room, and sometimes they followed him, but most of the time, they didn't.  They wanted to be with me.  I wondered if they saw me as their leader, or were they just protecting me, or a combination of both.

After Hector died, Hobie and I once again bonded, just like we had after Timba died.  Months later, when we got Charlie Brown, he and Hobie accompanied me everywhere.  The three of us, moving as a unit.  Even after Charlie stopped liking Hobie, they'd still move with me, as a pack.

Then, we adopted Cooper, and again, we all move as a unit, from room to room.  A lot of the time now, Hobie can't join us in various places because of his inability to climb stairs.  But Cooper and Charlie move with me, the three of us, like a pack.

We move as a unit.

Hector, Hobie and me -- not a great picture, but it means a lot to me to have this. 

A to Z Challenge and #WordlessWednesday: T is for Tux #atozchallenge

Our Tuxedo Cat, Tux... aka "Bullet" because he flies through the air at high speed and doesn't touch the ground :)

A to Z Challenge: S is for Senior Dog

Life with a senior dog sure has its ups 'n' downs.  Yesterday, Hobie wouldn't use the stairs, and I had to carry him outside, down the front steps.  He weighs less nowadays, but not THAT much less!  We walked up the street and he even got his feet wet in the lake (brrrr!).  Last night, he seemed worse, and this morning he seemed much, much, much worse.  Not only would he not use the stairs (I let him poop and pee on the deck), he could not stand up.  His legs gave out while he was eating -- but, he kept eating.  Someone once said to me that you'll know when it's "time" when the dog's quality of life deteriorates to the point where he has poor or no quality of life.  Well, there he was EATING, but unable to stand up.  Feisty little devil!

I started to prepare myself for what would come next.  I'd have to call Gil, since he's out of town at the moment.  Oh, what if I have to make that decision (the big one) now, with Gil away?  I called the vet and explained I couldn't come in today anyway, but any suggestions on what to do.  Basically, we came up with the ol' "wait and see" approach.

After my own doctor's appointment this afternoon, I zipped home (it helps to live in a 5-mile world!) to check on Hobie.  He seemed "ok" but not great.  He went outside on the deck, and did his business, and then I went back to work.  I got home tonight at 7:30 and he's so much better!  The only thing I can figure out is that he does not do well in the warm weather.  Yesterday and today, temps were near 70 already.  Funny, he navigated the stairs all winter long, ice and snow and all, but as soon as the weather warms up, nope, he's done.  The rain came tonight, and he is better.

I'm grateful for every moment with this dog.  I've made so many mistakes with his predecessors when they reached a similar point in their lives.  I suppose that is what gives us experience.  I want to do right by him. He is the canine love of my life.  I don't want to feel guilty about this one, like I do about all the others before him.  But I know that's unrealistic.  Unfortunately, I know enough about grief to know that guilt is just part of the package.

So, for tonight, he snoozes peacefully and is apparently not in pain.  He didn't use the stairs, but he was walking and standing normally -- or as near normally as he can at this point.

For that, I am grateful.

A to Z Challenge: R is for Running #atozchallenge #BostonStrong

I come from a family of runners.  And I'm not one of them!

Today is my birthday.

It's also Patriots Day.

It's also "marathon Monday".

Unless you're from Massachusetts, all of this may not necessarily mean as much to you as it does to me.

I grew up in a Boston suburb.  Marathon Mondays each year were a huge event in our town.  Patriots Day, the third Monday in April, is a Massachusetts-only holiday, and it's the day the marathon is always held.  The marathon begins in Hopkinton, the next town over from where I lived.  We'd go downtown and get a spot on the route and cheer the runners as they went past, mid-morning, on their way to Heartbreak Hill and the finish line.

Even though we were always on school vacation on Marathon Monday (another event anomalous to Massachusetts), I can't recall a time when my birthday actually landed on Marathon Monday, until now.  I'm sure it did before, but I don't remember it... and I usually remember stuff like that.

This year is extra special, because the marathon isn't just being observed by us, in the usual manner, but all eyes are on Boston since it's been a year since that terrible day when the bombs went off and killed all those people, and injured so many more.  I've followed the survivors' stories closely.  These people are remarkable.  I sit here and whine about fibromyalgia -- but they've got REAL problems, and look at them!  In a funny sort of way, I smile, too.... because, just like our 3-legged dog, Cooper, they have learned to accept the finality of the loss of limbs, and have persevered in spite of it, most of them doing things today they never would have dreamed they would be doing a year ago.

I have at least one family member running in the marathon this year.  In a weird twist of fate, none of my family or friends ran last year, for probably the first time ever.  I like to think my late brother was watching over them, and pulled those strings that gave each of them a different reason for not running.

I am grateful.

I wish my family and friends running this year luck and grace as they compete, and have fun, in the 118th Boston Marathon.

Boston Strong.

P.S.  I was born on my father's birthday. His nickname was Butch.  My great-aunt, Annie (my father's aunt) also had the same birthday.  Sadly, they've each been dead for many years.  This weekend, I was out running errands, and I drove by a store I've driven by hundreds, perhaps thousands of times.  For some reason, I looked up at the sign in front of the store.  It's one of those plazas that has a half-dozen stores inside.  I never noticed the name of the plaza before:  "Butch and Annie's Plaza."  There are no coincidences.

A to Z Challenge: Q is for Quarantine #atozchallenge

Back before the A to Z Challenge began, I thought I'd have trouble with the letter Q, so I asked readers to submit questions (Q for Questions).  My clever friend, Kathi, not only asked a Question... she included another Q-word:  Quarantine!

Here is Kathi's Question:

How do you quarantine a pet for an extended (2 weeks to a month) period of time when you have other pets in the house?


What's funny about Kathi's question is that she has actually had to do this, more than once, with her foster-fail kitty, Linus, so she knows the answer better than I do!  LOL!

Linus was born with a deformed jaw and had to have several surgeries, couldn't eat normally, and a whole slew of other abnormalities.  (Isn't it funny that I have a dog named Charlie Brown, and my friend Kathi has a cat named Linus?!  LOL)  Linus was a motherless kitten so Kathi initially fed him with a bottle until he was old enough to be adopted out by the animal rescue league she volunteers for.  But, not so fast!  Instead of being ready for adoption, Linus was ready for... surgery.  Several of them.  Each surgery required not only recovery like any animal, but he had to be kept away from the other two cats in the house for an extended period of time.  The way it was done was to keep him confined in a room with a securely-closable door, keep a separate litter box, feed him there, and keep enough water there.  Not an easy task for a young kitten who wants to run, jump and play -- and who shares a home with two other feline friends who also want to play!

Quarantining a pet in a multi-pet household is not easy.  I've had to do it many times, but thankfully only for a few days, perhaps a week at the very, very most.   There's something to be said for living in an older home with many rooms and doors that shut, rather than the preferred "open floor plan" they talk about on TV!  You can shut the animal in a room with all of his or her belongings.

Visit and interact with the quarantined pet often.  Dogs and cats both like human companionship and they may need a cuddle or two if they're not feeling well.  Be sure you have a room that you don't mind getting a little "icky" as surgery recovery generally includes oozing messes, sometimes vomiting or diarrhea if the animal reacts to anesthesia and stuff like that.  On the other hand, don't use a bathroom unless it's an extra bathroom you can afford to be without for a couple of weeks.  While it's convenient because the water is there, and you can pick up messes easier, keep the litter box there, etc., you don't want people having to go in and out all day long to use the facilities.

Above all, remember to re-introduce the quarantined pet to the household slowly after the vet gives the thumbs' up.  He or she will probably smell different to the other pets, and he/she may be unsure about territories that could have changed during the quarantine period.  Play time should be returned to slowly as well, since kitty or puppy could have been sitting still a lot and needs to rejuvenate the unused muscles slowly to avoid injury.

A to Z Challenge: P is for Puppy Photos #atozchallenge

I figure it this way, it's permitted to pre-compose and schedule posts in advance for the A to Z Challenge, so it must be ok to backtrack and compose them after they were "due" and schedule them backwards.  It works!  This is the last "cheat" of my missing posts that I missed due to the flu.  Here are some of my favorite puppy photos of my dogs when they were.... puppies!

Charlie Brown around 11 weeks old, when he still liked Hobie :(

Hobie and Charlie Brown snoozing together, when Charlie still liked Hobie :(

Cooper, around 7 months old, before he lost his leg.  

Charlie Brown far left and Cooper right on top of him to the right... and the rest of their litter!  So cute!!

Hobie, 4 months old.  This picture became our logo!

Hector, 6 weeks old, at the farm where he was born.

Another one of Hobie at 4 months old LOL!  Sleepy?

Cooper when he was a little puppy!!  This is his Petfinder picture.

Hobie again, at 4 months.  I can't get enough of him!  This is his "mug shot" ha ha