Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Let me tell you how I uncovered this little local scandal that is happening right under the nose of all of us who pass by this stand every day...It all started with my buying produce from a farmer down the road from us. His prices were very reasonable; under a dollar (.75 cents) a pound for vegetables. I've enjoyed stopping by there the last several weeks buying whatever they had, squash, green beans, cucumbers and tomatoes. It's all done on the honor system. You go inside this little shed (below) and pick out what you want. There was a scale, you weigh what you have, and put your money in an old cookie tin. A lot of times I left more money than I spent. One day I was so appreciative of the beautiful produce that I left a note thanking them...Corny I know, but I was just so grateful to find a good place to buy fresh veggies. I even bought free range eggs, that were really pretty--Most were brown, some were kind of green in color. But I could tell the garden was about "done" when the counters that were once full of fresh produce and eggs were looking a bit bare. I really wanted some fresh tomatoes so I decided to stop at the place whose picture is at the start of this post. I was stunned at the prices. The tomatoes were $3.50 a pound (£2.27) cucumbers were $2 each (£1.29) and a dozen of the free-range eggs were $5 a dozen (£3.24) and don't get me started about how much the apples and cantaloupes were!! Those prices are nearly doubled than the ones at "the fine grocery store (that I love) known as Wegmans" and I left the little roadside market with my bag clutched tight and a new commitment to have my own garden next year!
I really want to support the local growers and farmers, and I know I shouldn't complain. I know it's hard work to grow a garden--But am I the only one who thinks those prices may be a little steep??
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
I am quite sure this Praying Mantis saw me--It looks like its smiling, doesn't it?
That ended working on my flowers. So we went for a walk. I'd much rather see this Swallowtail butterfly!
We walked up to the top of the hill in back of our property. It really has a nice view of the Short Hill Mountains.
Sheba and Rudi love going to the top of the hill too--It usually means some new smell for them to roll in! Even Hamlet made the walk. He never looks like he's out of breath. On the way back down the hill, I did see a "fatality" that was caused by one of our dogs--I've no idea how it got there or how long it had been there (Yes, it's a stuffed squirrel minus its head). After church today I took Bubba swimming. If you've not seen it, below this post there is a 40 second video of him.
Afterwards we sat on the porch, relaxed and watched the sun go down. It was a nice way to end the weekend. I hope you've had a good weekend too!! (Josh)
This is just a quick 40 second video that I took today and it shows what swim-therapy is like for Bubba. He is now on his 12th session and while it's not very exciting it gives you an idea--Pretty much all I do is lead Bubba around the pool and he quietly swims with the ball in his mouth. It's quite boring I'm afraid, but of course very good for him and I think he likes it! I'm really noticing a difference as he is picking up the pace a little bit when he walks and has even managed a little bit of a gallop--A good sign!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sam continues to settle into his new life in the "group home." This evening he was in the crowd to meet me when I came home. It's always a good sign to see these pups up and about and part of the crowd. The only thing I've not seen from Sam is a tail-wag...I hope I see that soon...
I did hear from Doris's daughter, Pat. She was supposed to be there on Saturday when I picked up Sam, but she just felt that she couldn't, so her husband met me instead. Pat did e-mail me on Monday and asked about Sam. I responded and sent her a picture. Below is a response that I received from her today which again confirms how much Doris treasures her boy Sam.
Hi KimIsn't that a nice e-mail? It all continues to pull at my heartstrings.
Thank you for the lovely e-mail with Sam's picture, and for being so understanding about Saturday. I just didn't think I could handle seeing him go. I printed your e-mail and brought it over to my Mother to read and see Sam's picture. I can't tell you how much your care of Sam means to my Mom, she loves Sam so very much and tried so hard to care for him. Mom is going through so many major adjustments with losing her home and moving into an Assisted Living Facility, and her knowing that Sam is happy means more than you can imagine.
I appreciate your kindness and compassion for our situation, please give Sam a big kiss and hug from his Sister.
Thank you again for everything, please let me know if you need anything further.
Please stay in touch.
Pat, Sam's Sister
By the way, someone asked about how we're dealing with having 2 Sam's in our household. It's really not a challenge at all because neither one of the Sam's listen, and at least "old Sam" who is hard of hearing has an excuse!
I hope you all are having a good week!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Tanner's vet visit went well. His eyes are just fine, pressure is normal in his good eye, and not able to be measured in the eye he has no site in. We're just to really watch him for any dramatic changes and not to vary his routine. My vet thinks he's in pretty good shape.
Hamlet on the other hand...I've been in a bit of denial about the return of the tumor. But it's time to face the reality and that's that it is bigger than I thought it was. It's not bigger than it was originally, but it is pretty deep within the tissue of his shoulder and extends up under his front leg. My vet doesn't think that doing the surgery again is going to work. So much tissue was removed in the first surgery and if we do the surgery again, because it came back so quickly, it would no doubt return and we'd be having the same discussion. We both agree that it's a good idea to be proactive and so I'll be making an appointment with the holistic vet to see what she has in her bag of tricks for us to try. Hamlet otherwise is healthy.
It was a very busy day. Carl worked on getting our barn-doors ready to be repainted and after Sam was settled I did some late afternoon errands. The day ended on a very quiet note, everyone was worn out from a game of frisbee and a couple of good long walks. All was quiet and then I heard Sam harassing the cat...Yes, that spark is still there and there are a couple of things he's going to have to learn--Can you teach an old dog a new trick?
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I don't know how it happened all I know is that I heard this noise in the living room and saw that Rudi was struggling to breathe and I immediately knew that she had swallowed the pear! I don't know how many times I grabbed her to try and help her, but she kept getting away from me. I couldn't really see the whole pear when I opened her mouth but I could see enough of it to know that it was beyond reach of just grabbing it and pulling it out. Another problem was that she kept locking her teeth as she kept trying to swallow it. I can't begin to tell you the panic I was feeling. In my head I did the quick math and knew that with the morning traffic it could take me at least 25 minutes to get to the vet. I could see that her gums were already starting to turn pale and I felt that she probably wouldn't make it if I made the trip. I knew that I had to find a way to remove the pear.
I do know how to do the Heimlich maneuver on a person and I know that can be done on a dog, but I don't know exactly how to do it. So I straddled Rudi and put my hand on the outside of her neck. I could feel the pear and so I tried to work it back up her throat. I felt it move and come back up part way, but at that moment Rudi forced herself away from me. I grabbed her again and got her down onto the floor; I think I was practically laying on top of her to keep her from getting away from me. Her teeth were clamped shut and I wished that Carl had been there to open her mouth. I don't know if I have ever felt so panicked, scared and as alone and in such despair as I did at that moment. I pleaded with God to please help me to know what to do, to please not let my precious Rudi die because of something I had so foolishly thought would never happen. I remember the dogs standing there watching and I recall saying something to them about how afraid I was, that I didn't know what to do because Rudi wasn't letting me try to get the pear out.
No sooner had I said all of that than all those feelings were gone and there a sense of calm that came over me and Rudi became very quiet and still. Laying on the floor I again tried to push the pear back up her throat. SLOWLY but surely it rose up her throat. Rudi let me open her mouth, so with that hand I held it open and with the other I held the pear and I was able to grab it and remove it from her throat!! We both laid there on the floor for several minutes as I cried and said prayers of thanks--Rudi also laid there quietly, panting and trying to swallow. When I stood up the dogs came to me and gave me what I felt like was a "congratulations" because they all started barking, and some of them were licking Rudi's face--It felt like a real celebration! Actually come to think of it, it was.
There was blood on the pear and I worried that something in Rudi's throat could be torn so I took her to the vet. It took me 30 minutes to get there. The vet checked Rudi out and feels that she is okay, but she's been given some antibiotics just in case. He told me that I'd saved Rudi's life. He also told me that this happens most frequently with tennis balls. Most people he said take them to try and get help and the dog sometimes dies on the way. I am very humbled and thankful beyond what any words can say that today that didn't happen.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Carl who has been working his month of nights was changed to days this week. This means that I'm playing the role of "single parent" and having to do everything in the morning and in the evening with the dogs which doesn't leave me time to do much else--I'm not complaining, it just keeps me busy. (Sheba above)
It's great that the weekend is here. Carl was nice and made the bed this morning. Didn't he do a good job?
We decided that we would go and look at pavers at one of the nurseries today. I really want something besides dirt and grass around our back-porch. We just have to decide on the size and kind of stone, concrete or flagstone--Who knew there were so many choices? Then we went to Wegmans grocery store. For those of you who have never heard of Wegmans, I'm not quite sure how to describe it. But I think that it's a name that strikes fear in the hearts of supermarket owners from New York to Virginia. They offer specialty shops and in-store cafes for whatever you may be craving. There's also a seafood bar, deli, cheese shops with around 300 different varieties, and even a French-style pastry shop, and a flower and gift shop too--They even offer gourmet cooking classes. With the exception of valet parking, you name it, and they will probably have it. Can you tell I love Wegmans? (By the way, Wegmans policy is that you can't take pictures inside the store, so I copied this one from their website. But we have this same view from our stores mezzanine where you can sit and enjoy lunch, dinner, coffee or whatever...Did I mention that I love Wegmans?)
After my culinary outing we came home. The dogs are good. I asked for and got permission from the rescue to continue the swim-therapy for Bubba. YAY!! He was supposed to have gone swimming on Thursday. But Bubba and Toby both needed their nails trimmed (or sawed off) because they were so long and I couldn't do it myself. I had it all worked out. I'd take them in, let the groomers at the vets office that the rescue uses do the job and off I'd go. It would have all worked out if the person who did the nail trim would not have nicked the quick of Bubba's nail or his toe or something that had him sporting a bandage on his foot the last couple of days. They were vague about what they did, but the vet wasn't about his not going swimming. I took it off today and saw that the nail has been cut pretty short.
We did a little bit of yard work--Carl pulled off "bag worms" from one of our trees. We weren't paying attention and quite a few of them attached themselves to one of our pine trees. I'm hoping the tree will recover and the caterpillar that you can see emerging from it's "bag" and its friends won't. While Carl was collecting caterpillars I played frisbee with the dogs and we just hung out. Its been a nice afternoon. All the dogs are worn out from playing and I think I'm going to join them in a late afternoon nap. (Top photo Rudi--Middle is Sheba--Bottom is Josh)
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Green Bugs Bad Bugs Mean looking bugs Any kind of a bug... A bug in the grass A bug on the side of a tree A bug on the glass Long bugs Young bugs Fat bugs
Skinny bugs Buggy bugs Yes, we hate bugs...
Okay, I do which is why I usually stay on the porch.