Sunday, August 13, 2017

A Forever Home For .....

Well, despite Max turning on his natural and clownish charm, *we* really tried to get Dick and Judy to love him. I was so sure they would.  It was instead a love connection with Molly.

As I watched them together, there was no denying it.  I knew Molly being with them was how it should be.

This evening, I got the below e-mail from Judy:
Dear Kim,
  I think Molly must have read the playbook for how to win the perfect dog award.. She has chosen to lie quietly within a few feet of us ever since we arrived home. Late afternoon she starred in a SKYPE call with our kids in Brussels. Of course, they thought she was beautiful. Then she ate her dinner, went out for a very brief walk and did her business. She came home and has now joined us in the tv room where she is lying at Dick's feet after licking his hand.
    She is still a bit tentative but I am very encouraged that she will relax in the next few days.
    We couldn't be happier that Miss Molly has joined our family.
      Thank you.
          Judy

So, no forever home for Max, and I am not disappointed.  Because as I just said, it's how it should be.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Back From a Break

I may be an introvert by nature, but I’ll admit it, I am a social media addict.  I love it.  And I won't go into the details, but just say that I found I was getting really consumed by the news, politics and other online rhetoric.  I realized that I needed to take a social media break.  So, for the last two weeks I took one. I am glad to be back.

To catch you up on a little of our news, I'll start with a good-bye we said to our foster-cat, Charlie. He'd had several inquiries from hopeful adopters, but because of the distance to come and meet him, people were deciding not to.  So, he was moved to another foster home closer to those who were interested in him.  We were crazy about Charlie, and this handsome cat is really missed!

A road trip is planned tomorrow for Max.  As you know, he's been available for adoption since about the middle of June.  In all that time, there has not been any interest from anyone.
The people that Max is meeting is the couple that adopted our foster girl last year named Bella.  You may remember her.
~Bella on her adoption-day~
Sadly, after only being with her forever family for 9 months, Bella was diagnosed with bone cancer. They sent her to the Rainbow Bridge just a few short weeks later. Dick and Judy were of course, heartbroken by her loss, as was I. They are missing having a dog. Even before Bella's sad passing, I'd thought that Max would be a good fit for them.  However, they are hoping for a female Golden Retriever, not a Goldendoodle, and not a boy.  I understand and respect their preference.  But at the urging from their son, a friend, and me too, they've agreed to meet Max, just to see if there is a connection.  

And, even though Dick and Judy are hoping to adopt a younger girl, they know that life gives no guarantees, so they would like to meet Molly, who at 12 years old, is also available for adoption.  I have a feeling it will be Molly that they choose, but you never know.  Either one of them will be lucky to have Dick and Judy as their forever family

Finally, the left-behinders, like Todd are doing well.  He got more mail than I did one day which was a card from the Emergency Vet.
He's all healed from his rumble with the wild life
and soon he'll be rumbling with the dog-groomer!


**On a personal note, my grateful thanks to you for your continued friendship and for stopping by.  I have really missed blogging and I look forward to catching up on your news. 

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Recharged!

A recharging and week of healing that did as it always does every single week, it passed way too quickly.
Todd returned to the vet to have his neck looked at.  It's healing really well, but just to make sure that doesn't change, he was put on a different antibiotic for two more weeks.
Add Bo to the list of those also doing well. With the return of his appetite, I took a chance and took him off the medications that the vet had him on for nausea. When Todd was seeing the vet she seemed a bit vague about Bo's cancer diagnosis.  But she seems pretty sure that there's a mass in his abdomen. I am not sure what to think. I've had his records sent to the holistic vet and I'll talk with her about everything when she comes on Thursday to see Jake.

Speaking of Jake. He went with me and a good friend on Thursday when I made my annual pilgrimage to see the sunflower fields in Maryland.
Of course they are no where like the ones found in the sweeping fields and rolling hills in the southern part of France.
But they do seem to inspire creativity.
And I enjoy walking down the rows of them and taking photos 
 How did we ever manage with a roll of film and a limited number of pictures?
You really can't help but feel better and smile when you walk among them.
Jake seemed to agree with that.

I hope you had a good week too! 
~A favorite photo from the day~

Saturday, July 22, 2017

The Not So Good News

Hello Blogging Friends!  If you're looking for good news and a feel good post, you may want to move along, there's not much good news for us this week - However my hydrangeas are lovely this year...

It began when I got home from work on Monday. Just as I approached our driveway, a black bear was crossing on the other side towards our house.  In the 10 years we've lived here, I've never seen one, and looking back at it, maybe it was omen of what was to come - Because as the yard came into view, there was Bo, (our Black Lab) laying stretched out in the yard. He'd been fine in the morning, and Carl said there was nothing unusual about his behavior when he let him outside when he got home from work. But now Bo was almost totally non-responsive, and he'd gotten sick. We carried him back inside and put him back onto his bed.  He wanted nothing to drink or eat.  It was a mostly sleepless night with his vomiting several times. At the vet on Tuesday morning blood work showed some anomalies, and x-rays showed a  mass in his abdomen. More tests would be more conclusive but the diagnosis of cancer will not change.

Our vet, Dr. K recommended Bo be sent to the Rainbow Bridge that day, telling me that there was nothing that could be done.  I wasn't ready to make that decision for him, and so I opted to wait, hoping that with medications, he'd feel better, and it would give us, especially me, more time.

To add insult to an already injured heart, when I got home on Tuesday, Todd came to me, covered in blood.  All alone outside, we could only conclude that he'd  gone a round or two with something that had gotten into the yard.  Fast forward through an emotional several hours at the Animal ER and all that goes with that, by around 11 o'clock there was the report that he was going to be okay.  There are several puncture wounds and scratches on his neck. The ER vet wanted to put a drain in his neck, but I knew he'd not tolerate that. So, we opted for my being able to keep it clean and covered.  We tumbled into bed in the early morning hours and I was glad the dogs let me sleep in until around 10 o'clock.
~Todd - The day after~
Wednesday was supposed to be my catch-up day, but since they say things come in 3's, there had to be one more thing added to our plates, right?   This time it was me.  I will spare you all the details, and just say that when you're at a doctor appointment and he says to you, "I think this needs to be taken care of right away," since you're there, you probably should, so I had a "little surgery" Nothing worth telling about, and I'm fine (really!).

The anesthetic and change of focus was like a restart for Thursday and I was alert enough to see the intruder, Punxsutawney Phil Junior run across the yard and disappear behind some flowers by the barn that borders the inside of the yard. We found the hole it had dug, filled it in, and covered it up - And as the picture below shows, it found its way out on the other side.

As we rounded the corner to Friday, Bo was more like himself.  His appetite has mostly returned, and he's alert, taking treats, etc.  I'd say he's at about 85%.  We will take each day as it comes, and as we always do, we will let him set his own pace.
Todd, is back on patrol.
He'll return to the vet this morning for a recheck of his wounds.
Life somehow goes on at Golden Pines.