Thursday, April 20, 2017

Ten Days!!

A new sign that I ordered arrived today, as a week that has been pretty low key is coming to an end.  
I did have one morning off work so the Department of Health from my county could come and see Todd.  Even though Animal Control considers the "biting incident" closed, the Department of Health has their procedures and protocol, which is to see for themselves that Todd is healthy, and confirm for their records that his rabies vaccination is up to date.
They also needed to let me know that Todd is to be confined at home for 10 days.
The agent from the Health Department will return next week.  He'll verify that Todd is still healthy and at that time, this whole unfortunate bite-incident should hopefully be behind us.

But I've never been so worried about keeping a dog healthy before!

Monday, April 17, 2017

"T" is for Todd and Trouble!

Well, what I'd hoped would be a quiet Easter weekend at home alone, didn't end up that way.
~An Easter gift from a talented friend~
I'll preface this by saying that those of you with Scotties, know that they are a bold and a dignified dog. And they can also be territorial - Todd is no exception to this.  He defends his territory against everything and anything.  When people come to see us, and he's outside he is barking and jumping up at the fence.  He does settle down a few minutes after their arrival.  But I always warn people to keep their hands away from him.

So, when a friend stopped by on Saturday with her adult daughter and the dogs were outside, she asked if she could pet them.  I told her "NO!" that Todd would probably bite her.  I even warned her a second time, and she did listen to my warning.  But there was a quilt laying over the fence, and as Todd was jumping up, he was grabbing it, and so my friends daughter reached over and pulled it back - And can you guess what happened next?  
Yes... At the moment she pulled the quilt back, Todd jumped up and he bit her, caught her "pinkie", whatever you say happened, it doesn't matter, the end result is the same, her finger was bloodied.  My heart sank when I saw it.  Inside we cleaned it off, and agreed that it needed medical attention.

I knew what this meant.  Anytime you need medical attention for a dog-bite, nip or whatever, a report is always filed in the county with Animal Control. I mentioned this to my friend and her daughter to let them know what to expect, and they told me they'd try to keep our names off of any report.  I appreciated they're saying that they would do that, but I knew that it may not be possible.  **And I'll just add here, that I would and do take full responsibility for anything our dogs do, no matter what or even who it may be.  And of course I offered to pay all medical expenses for my friend's daughter, but they graciously refused.  They have been very understanding, nice, etc.,  about it, and admit that a mistake was made in moving the quilt.

After my friend and her daughter left, the reality and what the consequences may be started to swirl in my mind as the "what if's" started to consume me.  A phone call a couple of hours later from my friend telling me that no stitches were needed, and her daughter was just fine was a relief to hear as well as her telling me that they'd not provided our information.

But another phone call from the Sheriff's Office in our county would come later. They had no choice but to file a bite-report against Todd.  My phone call from a deputy would come soon after and he told me that the entire incident did not meet the criteria of what a "dangerous dog" is defined as.  Todd is licensed in the county, up to date with vaccines, and the Deputy confirmed all of his information.  The case is (thankfully) considered closed.  But I've taken this very seriously and as a wake-up-call to not be so complacent when strangers are around because Todd does now have a "criminal record." And I know full well that IF there is a next time, we may not get off so easily now that we know that Todd's bite can be just as bad as his bark!

Friday, April 14, 2017

Catching Up to Easter

We all know spring has sprung, and April is already confirming what we already know, and that's that it's an unusually busy month at our house.
~Life is good....For Eva!~

Max (below) was released from the care of the orthopedic surgeon a few weeks ago.  With the all clear, he'll finally be able to get that much needed visit to the groomer.
He really needs it!
Charlie had his spring hair-cut this past Thursday.
 
Bo has been enrolled in a "nose class" that began last week.  It's a very basic beginner class. He is the first blind dog that the instructor has had in any of her classes. The dogs attended the 2nd class.  We practiced their finding food-treats in boxes scattered in the ring.  Bo did better on his second try after I changed what he was looking to cheese-popcorn. I'm hoping the class will build his confidence and get him out of his shell.

We have also said good-bye, for the third time to our foster-kitty, Mo.  I know, I know, I should have (and was going to) adopt him.  But for several reasons that I'll tell you about in another post, we didn't. I have left the door open for him to return to us if it doesn't work out.
Carl has been out of town, and will be back on Monday. So Easter weekend will be a quiet one at our house.  I wonder what kind of trouble we will Todd can get into?

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Our Rocky Creek Scottie Turns Six!

This week Todd was taken to the groomer for his spring-do,
and birthday haircut.  Because today, Todd turns 6 years old!

In his six years the guarding skill of this Rocky Creek Scottie is second to none!  Todd has watched over and kept us safe from the bill-bringing-mailman, countless-would-be robbing UPS and Fed Ex Drivers.

He has has protected us from the gangs of deer, packs of wild rabbits and some sketchy Canadian Geese that have flown overhead.

And for that we are grateful, which is why it was okay that he had my shoe...For a minute...


Happy 6th Birthday to Todd!!

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Good-Bye to a Trusted Friend

On Friday I said good-bye to a trusted friend -- My 2007 Dodge Caravan that I've had for about 9 years, that took me, Carl and the dogs safely more than 235,000 miles (around 361,000 kilometers) She had about 6,000 miles on her when we met.
~Our beloved Sheba on a roadtrip~
 I never named HER.  But I talked to HER, patted HER on the dashboard like a faithful friend, doted on HER, and fought with HER on some days, especially after the heat and air-conditioning stopped working last year.  In November when she was replaced by a newer version of HER that is sparkly and clean, at least for now, with satellite radio and 2nd row windows that roll down, she sat proudly and alone in the driveway all winter but still started up every.single.time without any hesitation.
~Coming home from Tennessee in 2015~
Except for that last time when I went to clean HER out, leaving all the dog-hair behind so she can be picked up by the group I donated her to. Maybe it was HER way of telling me good-bye.

The dogs of course didn't care about HER leaving.  But they did care about the man that came to pick HER up. When he arrived, he asked if Todd had ever bitten anyone - He said the only dog that had ever bitten him was a Scottie.
I told him that wouldn't change if he came into the yard.


**I donated my "old van" to the SPCA of Northern Virginia.  There are so many good charities and causes, and donating a car, truck, boat or even a plane is a great way to support them.    

Monday, March 27, 2017

Time Flies Past

I don't know about you, but for me, time seems to be passing all to quickly.  We have really gotten caught up in a whirlwind and time has just flown past us.  Each day there has been something I’ve wanted to post about.  I've even gone as far as to organize those little thoughts so I can tell you about them.
But then Eva needed to be taken to the vet to recheck her kidneys.
...And then Todd had to go back on another day to have his ears rechecked,
...And Ms. Yellow needed a rabies vaccine. And lets not forget that I have to work. I was pretty sure I was supposed to tend to all those things first.


So as of now, I am going to put those ideas on hold and I'll just tell you about the start of our week; which at the moment is not that exciting.  But I've a feeling Todd will find something to change all of that!

As I was writing this, I heard from the vet about Eva's test results.  While some "values" and her blood-pressure seem to be stable, unfortunately,  the kidney damage is advancing.  We're going to change the dose of one of her medications, and recheck her blood work in another week.  Fortunately she seems to feel pretty well, has a really good appetite. So, we'll hang onto that and consider it a positive.  

I hope the week for all of you is off to a positive and good start!
~Church steeple from our trip to Greeneville Tennessee~ 

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Report Cards

A snow day for me today as a Nor'easter moved up the East Coast.  We continue to feel the effects here at our house in the form of high-gusty winds and wind chills in the teens. Never complaining about the weather is Todd.  I did put a coat on him this morning so he could stay outside a little longer than the rest of us.
Speaking of wind, it has been a bit of a whirlwind for the dogs since my last post. Our last week ended with Eva and what I'm sure was probably with the help of Todd, "making dead" a poor rabbit that somehow got into our yard.  In the nearly 10 years we've lived here, aside from the moles, only one other critter has found its way into the fenced part of our yard. In the early morning darkness, I thought that Eva had a towel when she was doing a very proud "look-at-me, look-what I've got, woo-hoo!!!" prance and dance around the yard with Todd in hot pursuit.  Poor bunny.  Poor me for having to get it away from her - Eva didn't give it up easily, not even with a bribe of treats could convince her - I had to pry it out of her mouth.  I buried it in our woods.
~Hunting partners - Todd and Eva~
Mobile Vet came to meet Bo and do an exam on Friday.  He received a good report.  Mobile Vet did confirm something that we already knew, and that's that Bo hears very little if at all.  This now has me doing a bit of research to try and find things to get him engaged in life, and to help stimulate his senses.  Any thoughts you have, I'd be interested in hearing.  
Josh also had an exam.  My concerns remain about his arthritis and being able to get up on his own, which he can't do very well.  He is on as high of dose of supplements and medications as he can be, so there's not much more we can do. But he's happy, and part of the activity of the day and that's what matters.
Also receiving a good report card was Cissy.
Finally - Receiving a good report card is our snow day.  A lazy day at home with no worries or pressure to be anywhere is my favorite way to spend a winter day!

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Doubt Doesn't Mean Don't

Thank-you!!  You were all so kind and supportive in your comments on my last post about keeping or not keeping Jake.  I held onto the doubt and I agonized over what to do for a couple of more days.  Then someone said to me that "doubt doesn’t always mean don’t."  With that, I knew what you'd all said was right, that Jake belongs with us.  And with us Jake will stay.  

The couple could not have been more gracious and understanding. Below is part of their e-mail.
Hi Kim!
Your devotion to Jake is very apparent, so we completely trust and understand any decision you make......... Our biggest concern was the impact on Jake of separating him from you.  We've been concerned about that since learning that he's been with you for over a year.  Those concerns were elevated after seeing first hand his devotion to you.  When he raced back to you when we were on our walk with him and Honey, our hearts broke at the thought of him not spending the rest of his time (time you have given him) with you.  We talked about that a lot.  In the end, we decided that what was best for Jake was a decision we needed to leave in your hands.  If Jake is staying with you, we are absolutely thrilled! 
 In the coming days, we will pay Jake's adoption fee and make it official.

Thank-you all again for helping me to sort this out, 
You all are truly the best! 

Monday, March 6, 2017

Who Stays and Who Goes?

Our trip to Tennessee could not have been any better.
Todd, Josh, Jake, Charlie and I, ALL ate too much of all the wrong things, stayed up late, and slept in.  I could have used one more day to top off my inner-gas-tank.  And Todd would have loved one more day to bark at whatever was in the pasture. But I had to be back to work on Tuesday. 
I brought back 4 exhausted dogs that slept the whole way home.

I was just barely home on Monday when I got a call from the SPCA about our foster-kitty Mo that left us about 3 weeks ago.  He and the cat that he was partnered with were not getting along with the dogs in their new home, and the family wanted to return them both.  I was asked if we would take Mo back. Of course I agreed, and I picked him up on Tuesday evening.  I opened the crate, and with no hesitation at all, and a quick sniff from the dogs, Mo was home.  This is the second time a family hasn't worked for Mo, so I'm wondering if fate is trying to tell us that he belongs here with us.  

And speaking of fate....  Before I left on my trip I'd been discussing Jake with the rescue.  He's been available for adoption on the website for about a year.  At about 13 years old, I felt that he should be taken off the "available-dog-list" and stay with us.  The rescue was unwilling to let Jake remain a "foster dog."  I talked to Carl about it, and let the rescue know that we would go ahead and adopt Jake.  I know what you're thinking..... Given how much Jake means to us, we should have decided to do that long before now.  I'm regretting not doing that.  Because literally, out of nowhere a couple applied to adopt Jake.  To say that I was stunned is an understatement.
A whole range of emotions followed because even though the policy of the rescue is to allow foster homes to decide who adopts their foster dogs. I was asked (by the rescue) to put our adopting Jake aside and seriously consider them.  The reasons for their suggestion was because Jake could receive more individual attention than we're able to give him because we're a multi-dog household. For whatever reason, that now has me doubting myself and the care I can and do provide for him, and the other dogs too.

I'd hoped when I was in Tennessee that maybe I'd feel better about the situation, and perhaps letting go of Jake.  And I'd hoped meeting them yesterday would give me that moment of clarity and I would know what to do.  However it didn't.  They are a nice couple and certainly more than able to give Jake a good home.  But just where he will spend the rest of his life, and who will write the final chapter of his life, right now, is a really tough mystery to solve.