tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10039161539320125492024-03-17T11:05:37.296-04:00Life at Golden PinesSnippets of Life in the Country with Rescued Labs, Golden Retrievers and a Scottie~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.comBlogger1269125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-80065426183369503962024-03-16T00:12:00.000-04:002024-03-16T00:12:01.308-04:00Letting Go of Iva <p>Thank you all for the good vibes that you sent for Iva as we traveled last weekend to meet <i>"R&R,"</i> near Lynchburg Virginia. The 4+ hour drive was a bit dicey because it was raining the entire way. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJuggrAG5859PuxvC9fW1Ej9lOtnJ5E7_bU2Jwl7wEeGuwEjJT-eFQcnYv1NoGRMTZgNftHqo8C1RxDeLcaN5S1O__n0SdDw3kWp8ZRwiHQId6P8vSTRvKokHvCfxPt8OWKY3tB4MaQjr4uTyFkiZy2X_fjt5mkL8769KeeV3KhCz7DaVBffMZqv-9Dw-1/s1531/ontolynchburg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1531" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJuggrAG5859PuxvC9fW1Ej9lOtnJ5E7_bU2Jwl7wEeGuwEjJT-eFQcnYv1NoGRMTZgNftHqo8C1RxDeLcaN5S1O__n0SdDw3kWp8ZRwiHQId6P8vSTRvKokHvCfxPt8OWKY3tB4MaQjr4uTyFkiZy2X_fjt5mkL8769KeeV3KhCz7DaVBffMZqv-9Dw-1/w474-h640/ontolynchburg.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br /><p>But<i> R&R</i> and their son, daughter in law and granddaughter were all there when we arrived, and they could not have been more welcoming-- Even having lunch prepared and waiting for us. I felt like I was sitting with friends as we ate lunch and talked about Iva and any other topic that came up. They are the real deal; a kind, caring and a perfect family for Iva. They loved her right away, and Iva responded so well to them, and was relaxed and comfortable in their home. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTNEzHbB652aiQWXYoEM_90FEDc_PYvUoNzf7o_SMqLRNBc8ZK0Bfe0Ja_t6wbeVbRU0tbcxrJK1lpnPcwCoO4iezBtWcWos3AZehm9xE3ig6IlCtrvgNIGm4Y5WJJOGXF9LIxshj7jP9GlgAgPOwbEm_nbV5pe8_tNT0Q_xKNA2ZfV8FcTq3v1vvUQWY/s2016/ivavetlastime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTNEzHbB652aiQWXYoEM_90FEDc_PYvUoNzf7o_SMqLRNBc8ZK0Bfe0Ja_t6wbeVbRU0tbcxrJK1lpnPcwCoO4iezBtWcWos3AZehm9xE3ig6IlCtrvgNIGm4Y5WJJOGXF9LIxshj7jP9GlgAgPOwbEm_nbV5pe8_tNT0Q_xKNA2ZfV8FcTq3v1vvUQWY/w360-h640/ivavetlastime.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Last time at the vet with Iva~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>She was also a good match for their girl Lady, who had been missing having a canine friend. So, we signed her adoption contract. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXalHL-L6kQ2mpy44pXhdWaTaPCx9c5mUHYO4D6YiUUuAmlqOZt5-TDQSr8O9KPNdvwD37AFwaiF-LG9icVtXbVu52lHeu1fJVntGce_JO3pHsLIfYIDJJshYq6-MNrH-w6Qt30AND_mtxqP02m_pptR3E8mW0E6hdUTyBfn9A7qc4Ebjq5M84YS7IXdU5/s1202/ivalady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1202" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXalHL-L6kQ2mpy44pXhdWaTaPCx9c5mUHYO4D6YiUUuAmlqOZt5-TDQSr8O9KPNdvwD37AFwaiF-LG9icVtXbVu52lHeu1fJVntGce_JO3pHsLIfYIDJJshYq6-MNrH-w6Qt30AND_mtxqP02m_pptR3E8mW0E6hdUTyBfn9A7qc4Ebjq5M84YS7IXdU5/w480-h640/ivalady.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Post adoption photo of Iva and Lady~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>It was of course a bittersweet moment to let Iva go. I love this big girl with her big personality. We'd had quite a journey together, helping her to regain her health and lose over 30 pounds. And, despite some of the lows, and the hard times, there were many more good moments with this fun girl, and I would do (most of) them all over again. ā¤ļø</p><p>Afterwards I drove to the home of friends for dinner and to spend the night. It was a really good visit, and a nice and a recharging ending to a trip filled with a lot of emotion. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7gHyv34g_Z40QCMg7VM9SUw9njtmGBAhcplVKOllZE8pd7SjdeFh_6th8omfhuG_m38EtCJa30TQ057fkSUmMddYYEIdnzeBY-vWfJyHOutPY9E1Rx43y-2zuCuAF6X-LjEiFRniD5zCow4lAnqJ8vtsb8KeWjpC-5J43Az_gPrEtFpHdl0Vuqyo4Pql/s1565/viewkurtz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1565" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7gHyv34g_Z40QCMg7VM9SUw9njtmGBAhcplVKOllZE8pd7SjdeFh_6th8omfhuG_m38EtCJa30TQ057fkSUmMddYYEIdnzeBY-vWfJyHOutPY9E1Rx43y-2zuCuAF6X-LjEiFRniD5zCow4lAnqJ8vtsb8KeWjpC-5J43Az_gPrEtFpHdl0Vuqyo4Pql/w464-h640/viewkurtz.jpg" width="464" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~The view my friends enjoy every day!~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The two post adoption texting reports have all been good and positive. I had to grin at the first photo that was sent of Iva on a sofa - I'd told them Iva never ever got onto our furniture ... and there she was ... never-evering, like she'd never, ever had before. Ya just gotta smile at that! š<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAavIsZllXSVS-zCij4p_5vHkaFXRhSR0P88rjFIgmjY-q2A3vncNNOedcOfhZK07zj1HUU6-4Ur6dnF8_N9SQOmowZxSTespaFfI26sDCpKK8Rwof5bAfsGbxgVaqzWNdtXy2_rnY3x9SdUlB1gPRI91so7lfOsOfgQwu1vh6YL5hyHMp41eeDfoKWaZ/s1080/ivacouch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="1080" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAavIsZllXSVS-zCij4p_5vHkaFXRhSR0P88rjFIgmjY-q2A3vncNNOedcOfhZK07zj1HUU6-4Ur6dnF8_N9SQOmowZxSTespaFfI26sDCpKK8Rwof5bAfsGbxgVaqzWNdtXy2_rnY3x9SdUlB1gPRI91so7lfOsOfgQwu1vh6YL5hyHMp41eeDfoKWaZ/w640-h360/ivacouch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>I miss her. </p></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-9939581000716185972024-03-08T23:16:00.004-05:002024-03-08T23:19:11.962-05:00Better Days <p>Thank you to those of you who have stopped by to let us know you were thinking of us. It lifted my spirits and gave me that needed nudge to update my blog - that I'm not kidding, I have thought about doing nearly every day. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OR908yB4XbHCTdQWRVKRVrZFZAGWO7xqD094xtgELL1lwSD9hQeQY3HKt1RhNw5b-jrSSdvg6zpfd3H_a695h4Q8ci4Oo1k1I257_9XOKwWMrl9dJH08lHBjPpfjOrmIZhaz66k8uaQJHmIyYrzflKXIWvn4B6gS9mQxNA4mkIiKBYq583cqYPguiPr1/s1024/first-daffodils.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="1024" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_OR908yB4XbHCTdQWRVKRVrZFZAGWO7xqD094xtgELL1lwSD9hQeQY3HKt1RhNw5b-jrSSdvg6zpfd3H_a695h4Q8ci4Oo1k1I257_9XOKwWMrl9dJH08lHBjPpfjOrmIZhaz66k8uaQJHmIyYrzflKXIWvn4B6gS9mQxNA4mkIiKBYq583cqYPguiPr1/w640-h370/first-daffodils.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>As you know, for several reasons, it has been a difficult few months for me. The winter coming to an end and the warmer days and more sun has boosted my mood and energy levels. I'm feeling more like myself, and it's translating into better days.</p><p>The dogs, including Todd are all in good spirits. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vyssBXsP9QfUFYBDy4BsnpvPr36SoPfDTWrlzmweQZwa6Y3-LuYDz9iVVpxk3SQuaDn_cmyqu4chh7bMw_f3_gS41CjBG-7Yw0FelqhfuDeOOHX7B4kIrwe6QbK_b4S3lN6HR_DOVD8_geL9mtN8OtI9CLMwoWQGdE-YQWajaYtok-Hq1WlpGrFVktqh/s1871/shaggytodd2024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1871" data-original-width="1857" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vyssBXsP9QfUFYBDy4BsnpvPr36SoPfDTWrlzmweQZwa6Y3-LuYDz9iVVpxk3SQuaDn_cmyqu4chh7bMw_f3_gS41CjBG-7Yw0FelqhfuDeOOHX7B4kIrwe6QbK_b4S3lN6HR_DOVD8_geL9mtN8OtI9CLMwoWQGdE-YQWajaYtok-Hq1WlpGrFVktqh/w398-h400/shaggytodd2024.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><p>They really have done a great job chasing away my winter blues like they did on a snowy day in mid February. The video below is Ree and Milo playing with Marley trying to get in on the fun too. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YWw6gjroQIM" width="320" youtube-src-id="YWw6gjroQIM"></iframe></div><br /><p>This weekend is a big weekend for us. In early February, the rescue's Adoption Coordinator told me about a couple on the outer edge of the area that the rescue covers that expressed an interest in Iva. The rescue requires a home visit prior to approving anyone adopting from the rescue, and finding a volunteer to do it could have been a challenge. However, longtime friends (we served on the board of the rescue together) live about an hour away and so I called my friend -- The Adoption Coordinator and I were glad when "Jill" agreed to do their home visit.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiApDFicd_ZjAxZAzX45Nl8CW2zY7SAzkO0ie_ZGHNwrqDQQ8aizMesK-6g70v2vbOs8qmDf1ExLDb2sACBXgcOZtmEPnDRIYP0GD3IJntyO9pmRVS6hnXRpu-Qcevr0KzquepLr6srTG15CQ9zg5uUok9__ST4OgFTUDMTy-HLgU45EcBTi8ZgRq2JMKsx/s1607/ivamarchaaa.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1607" data-original-width="1116" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiApDFicd_ZjAxZAzX45Nl8CW2zY7SAzkO0ie_ZGHNwrqDQQ8aizMesK-6g70v2vbOs8qmDf1ExLDb2sACBXgcOZtmEPnDRIYP0GD3IJntyO9pmRVS6hnXRpu-Qcevr0KzquepLr6srTG15CQ9zg5uUok9__ST4OgFTUDMTy-HLgU45EcBTi8ZgRq2JMKsx/w444-h640/ivamarchaaa.jpg" width="444" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><i>*R&R*</i> live on a small, fenced farm near Lynchburg, Virginia. SHE is a semi-retired Veterinarian and HE is retired. They have an 11 year old Golden that is missing having a companion. In our conversations and e-mails, I feel like they could be the long awaited match for Iva. I do have just one concern, that I won't mention, but I'm hoping that when we meet them TOMORROW it won't be a stumbling block. </p><p>So, Iva and I will be leaving early in the morning to make a 4 hour drive to meet *<i>R&R*</i> and their girl Lady. The hope is that they'll all fall in love with each other, be totally perfect and adopt Iva all in the same day. I'm then going to overnight at my friends home and I'll be back on Sunday afternoon. And if Iva isn't a match for *<i>R&R*</i>, she'll be home on Sunday too. </p><p><b>Wish us luck! </b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtR6xItZ2Rzc8kfZyZvwEXfS7KIq1kkNG2L7he02qsOzh8HHbj3bTkEk2J9ab9xTGXf3ECNPaG00Owxd2JWqpSZs2sEJmRE1PQPGGDNYXGNq6qJinMO9b4nhaiCjyt8bgUyBYOYWwrrSOBpwuRMnRqALbZlAp4McKKW2AJoup67tu7aPdPiybRAtQZ75Y6/s5079/IMG_0037.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="5079" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtR6xItZ2Rzc8kfZyZvwEXfS7KIq1kkNG2L7he02qsOzh8HHbj3bTkEk2J9ab9xTGXf3ECNPaG00Owxd2JWqpSZs2sEJmRE1PQPGGDNYXGNq6qJinMO9b4nhaiCjyt8bgUyBYOYWwrrSOBpwuRMnRqALbZlAp4McKKW2AJoup67tu7aPdPiybRAtQZ75Y6/w400-h315/IMG_0037.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>~Marley~</b></td></tr></tbody></table>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-76930842752892733992024-01-29T23:00:00.001-05:002024-01-29T23:00:50.887-05:00Good Riddance January! <p>I could not be more grateful to have January coming up in the rearview mirror! What a month it has been. I am hoping that February will be a better month at our house. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgteUXR9lIRgcSrQB978cTqF_vHHu3kyMnQUqQHf1ppfwdqBjCYOfAFCmaDEo4JDsa2la8o7LIPHbtuaW2vfoxfIL5UC36_KkdMINfquxFcytTVIjcOO2JfITsAMO52AUINfqcM0gPAm3USr0mILoYyYVoWKzm_aKIuoNGUGrWRqhA_WgAgZpPQtoV6GfsN/s480/IMG_5879.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgteUXR9lIRgcSrQB978cTqF_vHHu3kyMnQUqQHf1ppfwdqBjCYOfAFCmaDEo4JDsa2la8o7LIPHbtuaW2vfoxfIL5UC36_KkdMINfquxFcytTVIjcOO2JfITsAMO52AUINfqcM0gPAm3USr0mILoYyYVoWKzm_aKIuoNGUGrWRqhA_WgAgZpPQtoV6GfsN/w400-h400/IMG_5879.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>To start, many, many thanks for all the good and healing vibes for Todd. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvYIRxvmZwKCl94jgH3mIkLzMx4kq7rFziTkwNmIVt_vsn2gbWdhNJKExat9fIMHjmjhb9U6KV9j6o_n9dIJHSvjxppv9byP-GWYMvf1mz8Stzu2zaFVjlo_hzRK97zdm1wWLKcJrDq_6c74O9lPQfUmt0g1HpKIsNNCFAUuUWAEtstjJ-ocNx_YVfBV4/s2048/toddsnow2024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvYIRxvmZwKCl94jgH3mIkLzMx4kq7rFziTkwNmIVt_vsn2gbWdhNJKExat9fIMHjmjhb9U6KV9j6o_n9dIJHSvjxppv9byP-GWYMvf1mz8Stzu2zaFVjlo_hzRK97zdm1wWLKcJrDq_6c74O9lPQfUmt0g1HpKIsNNCFAUuUWAEtstjJ-ocNx_YVfBV4/w360-h640/toddsnow2024.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>He has healed well and uneventfully and the stitches have been removed. **<i>And I'll add for newer readers, who may not know, Todd at almost 12 years old, belongs to us and is not a foster dog - We've had him since he was a 12 week old puppy</i>. ā¤</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8CcdHxN2XRqecOyYcY9T87pVSvgwA6nfsP9Bq7tAYUUBdvkoeDdAr8nCuNseGZcNwR-Z9kWDBmacoA94qPfT9pFpYCYKzjENs_5RTcuU8cNoxRP3NUZFcChqRjsXvbWjep5XEp55D50nadNWwAZbjZZo_73LNiXq4ngJsxKJgxUMityWUH7FEgJt3av7/s2048/toddstitchesout.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1383" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8CcdHxN2XRqecOyYcY9T87pVSvgwA6nfsP9Bq7tAYUUBdvkoeDdAr8nCuNseGZcNwR-Z9kWDBmacoA94qPfT9pFpYCYKzjENs_5RTcuU8cNoxRP3NUZFcChqRjsXvbWjep5XEp55D50nadNWwAZbjZZo_73LNiXq4ngJsxKJgxUMityWUH7FEgJt3av7/w270-h400/toddstitchesout.jpg" width="270" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Stitches out - the healing continues~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>The past month has been filled with trying to find and get back that balance. Yes, the dogs appear to have moved on from everything, but I'm still stuck back at that moment I arrived home at the start of January. Friends that have unfortunately found themselves in a similar situation, tell me that just as it is with Todd, something like this takes time to heal, and I think we are. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSnHsuexbA2UMfwQ-qGIeV42SQNUbnuIGfndWkkaPoNsBPgrPB6eMs_rWGUngTliZAsWnypJhhGZ66sA9UZf0VFMywHoHIkc8G3pfG6sXP_rP_9BiJm1yrMj3kphCqdKIeMv57-EpFw78qbHI4XtNiq28ZvBnoqxJRxUMxQ4S4FZPmGE7_2BNRKectItB/s2016/milkosnow.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSnHsuexbA2UMfwQ-qGIeV42SQNUbnuIGfndWkkaPoNsBPgrPB6eMs_rWGUngTliZAsWnypJhhGZ66sA9UZf0VFMywHoHIkc8G3pfG6sXP_rP_9BiJm1yrMj3kphCqdKIeMv57-EpFw78qbHI4XtNiq28ZvBnoqxJRxUMxQ4S4FZPmGE7_2BNRKectItB/w263-h447/milkosnow.jpg" width="263" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Milo makes any day better~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Life continues whether I wanted it to or not, and in the rain, snow and cold, I still had to go to work. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6_j22Ikp4cNXVOBw4c-hAEZItk_GNIZLjnMhRQvWYSdp1kBYbTBKg5X-qL8dJYbSWzjU5hjGNxxpIiuLXkJgW8vT8CKtD1BFHxkMRg87WxC__kTEbjMkn82gLjZiupAAfenGBb4p8nC2rpm1oT0F_JPvrs-t_nkbFOkHUo9ECU6TmPYambaviHU8BIWj/s1633/drivingsnowday1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1633" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6_j22Ikp4cNXVOBw4c-hAEZItk_GNIZLjnMhRQvWYSdp1kBYbTBKg5X-qL8dJYbSWzjU5hjGNxxpIiuLXkJgW8vT8CKtD1BFHxkMRg87WxC__kTEbjMkn82gLjZiupAAfenGBb4p8nC2rpm1oT0F_JPvrs-t_nkbFOkHUo9ECU6TmPYambaviHU8BIWj/w444-h640/drivingsnowday1.jpg" width="444" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~On my way to work on a snowy morning~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Vet appointments made weeks ago still needed to be kept. </p><p>Marley saw the ophthalmologist for a follow up. The higher dose of the eye medication, (tacrolimus) is making a difference and his eyes are looking better. He'll have another recheck in 3 months to be sure.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyHoPic0KoBaTrbyairckjJ8v-ngDpw3NpvDvZbhY4_gFZRuL1-soWUDWxQbD2xftL0-jsMThHdRf8akquVS2GnwqhjPejtEMCYRGmXopNpGskqx7glGUUSSIiPEhwcD9j12OJwbtXJaW9YXvbMj0S80DagxjkE_aMT5EXsR2YLn7yNvI5z_qqnjqRyCt/s1646/marleytiredafter.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1646" data-original-width="1134" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyHoPic0KoBaTrbyairckjJ8v-ngDpw3NpvDvZbhY4_gFZRuL1-soWUDWxQbD2xftL0-jsMThHdRf8akquVS2GnwqhjPejtEMCYRGmXopNpGskqx7glGUUSSIiPEhwcD9j12OJwbtXJaW9YXvbMj0S80DagxjkE_aMT5EXsR2YLn7yNvI5z_qqnjqRyCt/w275-h400/marleytiredafter.jpg" width="275" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~A tired Marley on his way home~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Iva was also at the vet for a skin infection, and hot spot. The good news for her is that her weight loss journey is getting results. She now weighs in at 88 pounds and has lost a <b><u>total</u></b> of 32 pounds. Yay Iva!! As you know, she is a foster dog, and the journey also continues to find her forever family, that I so hope comes soon. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_8VpKH2Ht38nsnWUJwCu0QuX0ieTSeb5XBuDkTDS6Z003IRASHNJRzNY0WYxjjtFmIhL8WSjcr_nPJVz40_GiEfr9Vhlfidd5mdiQ6PDZMS6-V7V3vSAm_dpELXO3u6QIdCSwpcNjvwJ-txzNMHvsLRfQpQOOQfeiY6TgwNsOIwtbAk_LhWESEwPfvhy/s1857/ivatrimmingdown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1857" data-original-width="1427" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_8VpKH2Ht38nsnWUJwCu0QuX0ieTSeb5XBuDkTDS6Z003IRASHNJRzNY0WYxjjtFmIhL8WSjcr_nPJVz40_GiEfr9Vhlfidd5mdiQ6PDZMS6-V7V3vSAm_dpELXO3u6QIdCSwpcNjvwJ-txzNMHvsLRfQpQOOQfeiY6TgwNsOIwtbAk_LhWESEwPfvhy/w355-h441/ivatrimmingdown.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><p>Lily also saw the holistic vet. She's so nervous when taken anywhere, that I decided to add Marley as a comfort dog for her. <i>Wholistic Vet</i> has such a dog friendly office, and she and Marley were totally comfortable and relaxed during the visit. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46HbptDgyaFuv5JgNgXC6TY5ApRj23UjdpGykp7WKHPpFKTEhzvadH7gcWGa5felPx6xGCUG8F-U-ypZ8lTsTLHRwqYXw0FyXcsPtLRejggaXstAMyLFo9oYpfKKDGJGpX6a2CD4SfWh9EjQSCxxunZ1vKV3GwJNIjVupOxBZwT6WCSnicUzIgp62xJTN/s2016/marleylilydrerwin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="2016" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46HbptDgyaFuv5JgNgXC6TY5ApRj23UjdpGykp7WKHPpFKTEhzvadH7gcWGa5felPx6xGCUG8F-U-ypZ8lTsTLHRwqYXw0FyXcsPtLRejggaXstAMyLFo9oYpfKKDGJGpX6a2CD4SfWh9EjQSCxxunZ1vKV3GwJNIjVupOxBZwT6WCSnicUzIgp62xJTN/w400-h225/marleylilydrerwin.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Marley, left playing the roll of comfort dog for Lily~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>We now have a plan for Lily going forward that doesn't cure her cancer, but hopefully will slow down its progress. She's now taking 3 Chinese herbs and we've added CBD oil to help alleviate her anxiety. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7qH1HDYv8idIlgtHRBfaCxV1ctReGCtD2NkCptFe14dLbG9ceYRVA_K-WXJ9dhGUsh4QMcAKAkOp4Admm3bnV1_aAJFEKSse3hLrAOixXCPWZG7cfA8lDP99MkWegqA-8T4BNrfPB9qnzIIzG7VhPLnkZzT88mLlQ4KGMZ6SORCVs4w1FzyxULZCUjby/s1572/lilydrerwin.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1572" data-original-width="1134" height="559" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7qH1HDYv8idIlgtHRBfaCxV1ctReGCtD2NkCptFe14dLbG9ceYRVA_K-WXJ9dhGUsh4QMcAKAkOp4Admm3bnV1_aAJFEKSse3hLrAOixXCPWZG7cfA8lDP99MkWegqA-8T4BNrfPB9qnzIIzG7VhPLnkZzT88mLlQ4KGMZ6SORCVs4w1FzyxULZCUjby/w431-h559/lilydrerwin.jpg" width="431" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Lily, as relaxed as she can be~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And as I have already said, and as we all know, somehow and someway life goes on and I know it needs to. And a good cup of hot chocolate shared with a friend really helps with that. So, onward we go. š¤</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8quQgatacM2wWzR4I76dLb9gDYelhfK-VvDYBv4YePDkxXstz503SxJ26ubNzU5uXlglPt8xzUkecC07Ct2jmfsjUMpPxx0-Yl_9jKdAI_EPQMvnBec7KDcGH4HaGnK8peQocYflG80_9ll15BilIrpHxxffwzohi3Jue8MeGaX1PUCZFezRKMR6HIYk/s1800/hotchocolate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8quQgatacM2wWzR4I76dLb9gDYelhfK-VvDYBv4YePDkxXstz503SxJ26ubNzU5uXlglPt8xzUkecC07Ct2jmfsjUMpPxx0-Yl_9jKdAI_EPQMvnBec7KDcGH4HaGnK8peQocYflG80_9ll15BilIrpHxxffwzohi3Jue8MeGaX1PUCZFezRKMR6HIYk/w320-h400/hotchocolate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-57360698613492479322024-01-07T17:09:00.001-05:002024-01-07T17:09:42.488-05:00How Fast Things Change<p>For the most part, things have been going pretty well at our house. Despite a few things, the dogs have all been in a pretty good place. But we all know that things can and do sometimes change quickly. </p><p>With that I'll start by saying that we've not had any real issues that felt like I was totally being knocked off my feet. That is not until this past Tuesday. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJttDeW0YtAtdtxOtscBLQxcUh0UY26oW0hDdt30htPNKrsxzkRUG1odD8la7hkxZ8hFAk5TrbZ6pBVuGen4fuEKl1nQQ7l8njYXfpoUEJ_EtdhxNQLYvnWyGjqFzl8r64kAs83LUz2XMESs817_mtpkgNUnQxRuthCbB1AmTxKF-gNJNt1uTUvdrNHgn/s2992/IMG_6540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2992" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJttDeW0YtAtdtxOtscBLQxcUh0UY26oW0hDdt30htPNKrsxzkRUG1odD8la7hkxZ8hFAk5TrbZ6pBVuGen4fuEKl1nQQ7l8njYXfpoUEJ_EtdhxNQLYvnWyGjqFzl8r64kAs83LUz2XMESs817_mtpkgNUnQxRuthCbB1AmTxKF-gNJNt1uTUvdrNHgn/w400-h400/IMG_6540.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>When I arrived home on Tuesday evening from work Iva was outside barking, and inside it was chaos because Carl was trying to get Todd back into his crate -- The rest of the dogs were equally upset barking and running between me and Carl. A few minutes before there had been a fight between Todd and Iva, and Carl was trying to see how badly Todd had been injured. We got him into the office, but were not able to handle him without his whining, crying and snapping at us. This was not good. We finally got Todd into his crate to settle him down, and for a moment turned our attention to Iva. </p><p>Thankfully we found no injuries on Iva except for a scape on her muzzle. It was a totally different story for Todd. We knew he needed to see a vet and after a phone call to an urgent vet, Carl was quickly on his way. Of course I wanted to take him, but we felt that Carl taking Todd was better because the dogs needed to be fed and settled down and I was best to do that - Also, not knowing how long he'd be gone, Carl could take the next day off work, where I can't as easily. </p><p>So, I got everyone fed and settled and I waited for news from Carl. He would arrive back home at about 2 AM with Todd who'd had emergency surgery. He has several stitches, and 2 drains in his neck. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOJDYEqRmmbauPN1IXaWiT8tIB8FqfDdr56_tOK4JwzM4tOUfFQ-VSUjHfcKb_j_AVR7lMCuXPEXCWFZjub3AHFSnl2tdEVwLcuK-UT378o-iguk3uLeU8FCuNKTx3IwQQ47dkWO_U4MpxiSiic0Ce7GMBkeDsyfm-YDS9rgVKiLtk7lAo7-r0zbxfGWZ/s935/toddpostinjury.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="526" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOJDYEqRmmbauPN1IXaWiT8tIB8FqfDdr56_tOK4JwzM4tOUfFQ-VSUjHfcKb_j_AVR7lMCuXPEXCWFZjub3AHFSnl2tdEVwLcuK-UT378o-iguk3uLeU8FCuNKTx3IwQQ47dkWO_U4MpxiSiic0Ce7GMBkeDsyfm-YDS9rgVKiLtk7lAo7-r0zbxfGWZ/w360-h640/toddpostinjury.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>The drains were removed on Friday and for the most part, aside from some swelling, the vet said his injuries are healing as well as they can. Todd is being crated most of the time, and is allowed to interact with most of the dogs when going outside, except Iva.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkohAWljIq7UD9rajwPFOXdHBw8YOSpwM7ILIjZr7EASVoQsZM4Xcc2OdRYtUlb2AJz6zMjdFFUerrTN9H0YThLgbjLjF3jCEREaodIOcikchm39-4pphIMiu3uQEfBfBIYo6j82-3u1S2KCmIvyaJQt5FmYi1VS2C2mt5bqCeWbY73i24IWqMPDeSsDx/s1858/toddpostopvet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1858" data-original-width="1649" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkohAWljIq7UD9rajwPFOXdHBw8YOSpwM7ILIjZr7EASVoQsZM4Xcc2OdRYtUlb2AJz6zMjdFFUerrTN9H0YThLgbjLjF3jCEREaodIOcikchm39-4pphIMiu3uQEfBfBIYo6j82-3u1S2KCmIvyaJQt5FmYi1VS2C2mt5bqCeWbY73i24IWqMPDeSsDx/w355-h400/toddpostopvet.jpg" width="355" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Inside the urgent vet on Friday~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Unfortunately we don't know what caused this fight. Todd and Iva were the only 2 outside together, as they have been many times. In the more than a year that Iva has been here, there have been no issues between the two of them. What happened and how it happened is only a guess. But my thought is that it was <b><i>maybe</i></b> a tennis ball. Carl plays ball with the dogs every evening, Todd plays ball by himself, and one may not have gotten picked up outside. Which is where the fight was. If one of them had found a ball that had not been collected, and the other wanted it and didn't want to give it up, I think that's why a fight may have started. I only say this, because later Milo had a tennis ball, and I don't know where he found it - But all this is just a guess. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqG83EQLjg4UPkF9RdHw0ufZRuitVhTMbqCDZqobXJ9VW6SzsH_eMbYez0Yv_08ZGYp-2lsljt-OBIlcxLWjKR2cnw3l6yc5T5XCPCty2nQtVYw3x5JYIHzzbVuqev1RB_a7xUivwy8sUAT1qlfugpGAala0eShnWwip30HCa2-rtUaSiJa2uTQkxHASD/s2016/toddsaturdayinjury.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqG83EQLjg4UPkF9RdHw0ufZRuitVhTMbqCDZqobXJ9VW6SzsH_eMbYez0Yv_08ZGYp-2lsljt-OBIlcxLWjKR2cnw3l6yc5T5XCPCty2nQtVYw3x5JYIHzzbVuqev1RB_a7xUivwy8sUAT1qlfugpGAala0eShnWwip30HCa2-rtUaSiJa2uTQkxHASD/w360-h640/toddsaturdayinjury.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>I am still reeling emotionally from this. I am at a low and feeling heartbroken, discouraged, sad, depressed, guilty and so many other things for so many reasons. And I am worrying about what's ahead as far as Todd's recovery and he and Iva co-existing together. I just hope with some time we will know the answers and can go back to those days we were having, even a week ago. I just hope .... and hope .... and hope some more. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6P1NlWA7ghe1tVN2oLDFFv86R8xhNNXd-M4BbZj7q6WJPIqh_bc8GfwkGyTIzB6oADtpHfYE6y54zcZP1yNNHREVzD5ePol0by4gNciXWqHnf6nSm_pN6-eLSxdQd-olPiQ2Di2Cm_-4E8zYL0eMIWqJLB1E76Jsz_n1cIGXeoKss4TO_O_ZjvL6yGc3/s2992/IMG_6522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2992" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6P1NlWA7ghe1tVN2oLDFFv86R8xhNNXd-M4BbZj7q6WJPIqh_bc8GfwkGyTIzB6oADtpHfYE6y54zcZP1yNNHREVzD5ePol0by4gNciXWqHnf6nSm_pN6-eLSxdQd-olPiQ2Di2Cm_-4E8zYL0eMIWqJLB1E76Jsz_n1cIGXeoKss4TO_O_ZjvL6yGc3/w400-h400/IMG_6522.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-44117765743649094772023-12-31T16:41:00.001-05:002023-12-31T16:42:42.878-05:00Onto 2024 <p>The last day of 2023 -- I've or rather we've made it through the holidays pretty much unscathed. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80uuL5f2O1mGghu3evA1YJ6BR4ivMILhz6pG5AQQGRSzmtE4cONw1BJkD9vuUakCYJP54I3bnJGUXTamOm60IA1T3uz_WQmlJ5xH4HoM1g0G7uwMNZxxe0v_r8JY91_70atRDWdLRM4NEOuse-6pIFp2oULpwLwF6WBuA-JIOcEsEoNAl-s2eIJlCECdK/s2016/christmaslightmiloaa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80uuL5f2O1mGghu3evA1YJ6BR4ivMILhz6pG5AQQGRSzmtE4cONw1BJkD9vuUakCYJP54I3bnJGUXTamOm60IA1T3uz_WQmlJ5xH4HoM1g0G7uwMNZxxe0v_r8JY91_70atRDWdLRM4NEOuse-6pIFp2oULpwLwF6WBuA-JIOcEsEoNAl-s2eIJlCECdK/w360-h640/christmaslightmiloaa.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>I've been off work since before Christmas. And after more than a week of eating too much of all the wrong things, and sleeping a little later than usual, I'm feeling recharged, and okay, not so grouchy too. Back to work on Tuesday. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRJvUVRMgwcj52TJkgmiWpjmOm-cuP0xBAJwvpdXks3adkar5OKicDCInjbZ9jeHG3R5rJptjYzMC0V0XUWRb_qWAHbBtjCdyPx6Wpa6ylOl3lUrOewJfw8LNRMTc1ViNDVNXu0QHHcbHzLtxujcQvb1zBpluOaR3SEVgyB7HKDA3zRHLDBsucZ_GuqX0/s1569/maxiedecember1aaa.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1569" data-original-width="1134" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRJvUVRMgwcj52TJkgmiWpjmOm-cuP0xBAJwvpdXks3adkar5OKicDCInjbZ9jeHG3R5rJptjYzMC0V0XUWRb_qWAHbBtjCdyPx6Wpa6ylOl3lUrOewJfw8LNRMTc1ViNDVNXu0QHHcbHzLtxujcQvb1zBpluOaR3SEVgyB7HKDA3zRHLDBsucZ_GuqX0/w289-h400/maxiedecember1aaa.jpg" width="289" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Max~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of eating. We celebrated Ree's 7th birthday on Christmas Eve. She was sent a package from "Maria," her first owner and the person who loved her first (and still does). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOOQ6KpFMtnazgWkgz4fcCX-DxDGemOh29Ewtc6tyGZSK0jdTYQ_awwNluoPv5ZC6C_RXbScXQJOh6-c-C3EW2PlwdP5HwFLG7tmn3ZWf01LwOrdGPGHK2a7TcvdwHSG_VQrggtJONCWN7Qh8mY-3ch-Ek27D6iLByMXEOmEYq9wRDLD4_g3Z6mjSm7bt/s1521/rebirthdayday1a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1521" data-original-width="1134" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOOQ6KpFMtnazgWkgz4fcCX-DxDGemOh29Ewtc6tyGZSK0jdTYQ_awwNluoPv5ZC6C_RXbScXQJOh6-c-C3EW2PlwdP5HwFLG7tmn3ZWf01LwOrdGPGHK2a7TcvdwHSG_VQrggtJONCWN7Qh8mY-3ch-Ek27D6iLByMXEOmEYq9wRDLD4_g3Z6mjSm7bt/w299-h400/rebirthdayday1a.jpg" width="299" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Birthday girl, Ree~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Ree thought it was better than the half-box of baking soda she ate the week before. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzIqxvcxw-9oceO4r6yR3jefmmw8sF_IZQYth22AtUQJRrYrhip0Ha8Gl7X2dSnemVgVGJtbDdWkqIFEkDuyvQSoDkS56034DHUoAO8oauvr8QTKvHRNEH5YugDC2EXG2Rvb_pitp16iOwCjzMmx5G2XTSfwB2u5pSfG1e6X7Qo1ZHx8EMQmbOwEfK_MV/s1715/rebirthdayday4a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1715" data-original-width="964" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzIqxvcxw-9oceO4r6yR3jefmmw8sF_IZQYth22AtUQJRrYrhip0Ha8Gl7X2dSnemVgVGJtbDdWkqIFEkDuyvQSoDkS56034DHUoAO8oauvr8QTKvHRNEH5YugDC2EXG2Rvb_pitp16iOwCjzMmx5G2XTSfwB2u5pSfG1e6X7Qo1ZHx8EMQmbOwEfK_MV/w225-h400/rebirthdayday4a.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p>I want to say thank you to each and every one of you who has visited my blog and taken the time to read, and comment on my posts. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2D0TmTcUMZhwrNXHQWi5CknDcvF5LTQUxhdOdd7chChH_aajscSEF4gg6T5sHIbzo_kw9w1tGU8EnolsJcUoHt4el58PPbasAK2Hs02XOLoHL0PBTG-hI4QyUT2Hj4Z6PbHk1_tDwMXKDToybqoJ_Rc-4xsvqoyzEEOOHtHL16QkLL5pYRa85dOi-_1zJ/s2016/fosterschristmas1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2D0TmTcUMZhwrNXHQWi5CknDcvF5LTQUxhdOdd7chChH_aajscSEF4gg6T5sHIbzo_kw9w1tGU8EnolsJcUoHt4el58PPbasAK2Hs02XOLoHL0PBTG-hI4QyUT2Hj4Z6PbHk1_tDwMXKDToybqoJ_Rc-4xsvqoyzEEOOHtHL16QkLL5pYRa85dOi-_1zJ/w225-h400/fosterschristmas1.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Lily~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>My continuing goal is to be a better blogger next year than I was this year. There is a lot of room for improvement!!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNo5vZzhnn1yXU_XRKFu2BA9Bjb-YX-Z2xq9J1ssPakNMURrpVNUNWynlUHB7eXwwGuL2OKO04nZprZ7HdH4b5AP90xSroKGBgtrStfyJ0mk0ABwf2Ss4CzLzWMGAqDMwizSUyi1xkbS8W24qZLYVBjw51M9blGKX8ORx3A2HMQz1C6t26bdko7c1z7li/s2016/fosterschristmas2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNo5vZzhnn1yXU_XRKFu2BA9Bjb-YX-Z2xq9J1ssPakNMURrpVNUNWynlUHB7eXwwGuL2OKO04nZprZ7HdH4b5AP90xSroKGBgtrStfyJ0mk0ABwf2Ss4CzLzWMGAqDMwizSUyi1xkbS8W24qZLYVBjw51M9blGKX8ORx3A2HMQz1C6t26bdko7c1z7li/w225-h400/fosterschristmas2.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Marley~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>That includes finishing the posts that I start writing that never get published to my blog. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyF16c9JY7z7_FYQvn_6yzhtAu6gZ22FjW8EC5I9j2u6tMZReuuNdQxShyphenhyphen3Jl2QuXgA35-7GVTqvaBRhcxAymELz-SuEj0RfQUGq6YGjFs-Cwp1w_0wDpBTzQHZBFvqkhuMVKf3uElSBVUHzvfd7GGAel39iLT3oTpb_sGgE4D18C0jeLbjjWLqoY2i5A/s1706/fosterschristmas3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1134" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyF16c9JY7z7_FYQvn_6yzhtAu6gZ22FjW8EC5I9j2u6tMZReuuNdQxShyphenhyphen3Jl2QuXgA35-7GVTqvaBRhcxAymELz-SuEj0RfQUGq6YGjFs-Cwp1w_0wDpBTzQHZBFvqkhuMVKf3uElSBVUHzvfd7GGAel39iLT3oTpb_sGgE4D18C0jeLbjjWLqoY2i5A/w266-h400/fosterschristmas3.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Iva~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>And so, Iām looking forward to a lot of things hopefully improving next year. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWbRL3ytQyaNgHRZJl32SC05_OxZqAcluPU2fCLHM5dKt62ZJJczw7wg5uXJzU-PTrf_a7EfOkNHZ7jTQemjdVPny7HCTTX1AsIjYji42MHzbMsOytbdxQ5iJwWXzWOnaVG2nxvk_mggq4pHZxcJkfoZ4ABsE7_lF40orb5GgbZE_7wYSZ1h8w0JW5wMp/s1973/daisytoofunny.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1973" data-original-width="1418" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWbRL3ytQyaNgHRZJl32SC05_OxZqAcluPU2fCLHM5dKt62ZJJczw7wg5uXJzU-PTrf_a7EfOkNHZ7jTQemjdVPny7HCTTX1AsIjYji42MHzbMsOytbdxQ5iJwWXzWOnaVG2nxvk_mggq4pHZxcJkfoZ4ABsE7_lF40orb5GgbZE_7wYSZ1h8w0JW5wMp/w288-h400/daisytoofunny.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Daisy~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><b>And I wish you all a very<i><span style="font-size: medium;"> Happy New Year</span></i></b> <b>and I hope that your 2024 will be a fantastic year for you and your families who are two and 4 legged!! </b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIgqOfqt74OtvVu_G37rrsueDaUpbfz4fUVB7wqyfTaLHYNQNau1Vdyc6xN6lG09FS5FEtkMJDViI07lKuA_6VcRjNlBDsYmofqzS5gDKSHHmcxWX3dsS03N514qjTB5ci6n7zdASUP5-qqx5-170VLS8FOB2g3WXadlZxIXHgPcRSPTgVH_PZaNP6cPV/s2048/toddhatchristmas.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIgqOfqt74OtvVu_G37rrsueDaUpbfz4fUVB7wqyfTaLHYNQNau1Vdyc6xN6lG09FS5FEtkMJDViI07lKuA_6VcRjNlBDsYmofqzS5gDKSHHmcxWX3dsS03N514qjTB5ci6n7zdASUP5-qqx5-170VLS8FOB2g3WXadlZxIXHgPcRSPTgVH_PZaNP6cPV/w360-h640/toddhatchristmas.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-69770156236932158192023-12-23T10:48:00.001-05:002023-12-23T10:48:17.006-05:00His Natural Element <p>What we have here, is a Scottish Terrier in his natural element. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrcq4KptnSRn7UZes8f6E_ylfT7keF4wR_Nb-e3wCrFbTTotuBAO3iEtEZBk1O4TXj_JkKi4x5zvXjhiQbz0rjcfluo3G3u_KRfi3tGDJOjP_NHXyo7OsiO22AZpc9qA16KN7oNpJ0Y4fRYbK50AHm8f8dkPxh_VyfIzVhtxaXsU2_45tOFRPYqw8V0pJ/s2016/toddrain1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="2016" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrcq4KptnSRn7UZes8f6E_ylfT7keF4wR_Nb-e3wCrFbTTotuBAO3iEtEZBk1O4TXj_JkKi4x5zvXjhiQbz0rjcfluo3G3u_KRfi3tGDJOjP_NHXyo7OsiO22AZpc9qA16KN7oNpJ0Y4fRYbK50AHm8f8dkPxh_VyfIzVhtxaXsU2_45tOFRPYqw8V0pJ/w640-h360/toddrain1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpduAAJUqxisu9MB19fdVh4IkLZbHYUdVNOlyteaK-kTMUkukat8UHgaIEQ_NAgavgje3eO88jfZSMrvauM8xtUKKWgTLmiLi5ReNhHRtDcU-RM-s2FSR0c8i3eC0zrVOoxSsh17oWjLgGmMFT25LyTzGDxB6al07srza_vlLALbJl_i59TLhDpDsejcX/s1616/toddrain2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1616" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpduAAJUqxisu9MB19fdVh4IkLZbHYUdVNOlyteaK-kTMUkukat8UHgaIEQ_NAgavgje3eO88jfZSMrvauM8xtUKKWgTLmiLi5ReNhHRtDcU-RM-s2FSR0c8i3eC0zrVOoxSsh17oWjLgGmMFT25LyTzGDxB6al07srza_vlLALbJl_i59TLhDpDsejcX/w450-h640/toddrain2.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Todd could not have been happier on a recent rainy day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiPFiLXXyxtkDwULaKkGIqvUU88wAetWKJS9zMuWPkeYid8KH0DrFZShNLYfNrHfLBnSIJzsnD3urRVqpz8Ejx1F6BP8R3coxzCE1go991Q3bPN7yganwexNPuAdZlu46vzTI8WzzIOfNazLYw5c1GuCVIoFaM6HhhCv55ESVpRNhfCuaPbIq4d41Qw02/s1343/todd5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1343" data-original-width="896" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiPFiLXXyxtkDwULaKkGIqvUU88wAetWKJS9zMuWPkeYid8KH0DrFZShNLYfNrHfLBnSIJzsnD3urRVqpz8Ejx1F6BP8R3coxzCE1go991Q3bPN7yganwexNPuAdZlu46vzTI8WzzIOfNazLYw5c1GuCVIoFaM6HhhCv55ESVpRNhfCuaPbIq4d41Qw02/w426-h640/todd5.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I had to bribe him with a couple of treats to come back inside ....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOVsUEBruE_QQyMGKcnx9GebQPWMBUVkFA8hEtSAIYThXDlJnd17uZWBCHniNt62jQBe7Jn1414Z5u-KxxX_bsx75iVDBhTs_ktlMoFosNa8r4dEmoDTNsI7JJ9eVLqx7_sgCfqEF9a6uaVfdpGnlnaJXVP7xpidhU2DwAiL7On0loCEM1KqIsHGTq2Id/s2016/toddrain3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOVsUEBruE_QQyMGKcnx9GebQPWMBUVkFA8hEtSAIYThXDlJnd17uZWBCHniNt62jQBe7Jn1414Z5u-KxxX_bsx75iVDBhTs_ktlMoFosNa8r4dEmoDTNsI7JJ9eVLqx7_sgCfqEF9a6uaVfdpGnlnaJXVP7xpidhU2DwAiL7On0loCEM1KqIsHGTq2Id/w360-h640/toddrain3.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>And I couldn't help but wonder what Todd was dreaming about afterwards?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFh5J9mTKDJfSJUGkkXar0tc4zOwWFFgDxQevCwWFFWhZfEEQ26F7UgXer5fT0PB4eQqisna_CnTOLL6bUpuQb-98amMRut0GYNaMfEoZAo7tpgYCcs5BluckjFocnTcpiK2oLyWYCzF9LjeU06Lpc9SiVAnWegam1r-X5-UYbyqjOPls5xv9tWctEmZ3/s2016/toddsnoozingrainydayaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="2016" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFh5J9mTKDJfSJUGkkXar0tc4zOwWFFgDxQevCwWFFWhZfEEQ26F7UgXer5fT0PB4eQqisna_CnTOLL6bUpuQb-98amMRut0GYNaMfEoZAo7tpgYCcs5BluckjFocnTcpiK2oLyWYCzF9LjeU06Lpc9SiVAnWegam1r-X5-UYbyqjOPls5xv9tWctEmZ3/w640-h360/toddsnoozingrainydayaa.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-82588396245182228872023-12-17T15:04:00.001-05:002023-12-17T15:04:20.168-05:00An Unexpected Diagnosis<p>A couple of weeks ago, I was off to the vet with Marley and Lily. Marley was just a simple recheck of an ugly ear infection that is mostly cleared up now. Lily has been with us for six months now, and so she was due for a 6 month senior-wellness visit. I'll confess to putting off this vet visit for Lily because she's a little high-strung, and because she was extremely nervous and anxious at her last visit in March. Which is why I thought it may help to have a calm companion like Marley along to reassure her. And it did - When Marley was taken out of the room, Lily's anxiety really showed until he returned. Poor Lily....</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzun7EkhzcvcMr-5Gi2_P0cbwZ52XaEMjli-oNUnWxXYNg1VtZT5ucJkjBUMuNnT4OiHiyML0y124YwFnw0uBgd9Ym6KErNX_9Xu1HL7n5Nltu94W6UwjVja_BndwgNuhaIgrEBN82TivBnFw9x4jFc2KRgO0tCnjkbxjizlTWxVocJWzSbLLjYfBB3phyphenhyphen/s2016/lilydecember2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzun7EkhzcvcMr-5Gi2_P0cbwZ52XaEMjli-oNUnWxXYNg1VtZT5ucJkjBUMuNnT4OiHiyML0y124YwFnw0uBgd9Ym6KErNX_9Xu1HL7n5Nltu94W6UwjVja_BndwgNuhaIgrEBN82TivBnFw9x4jFc2KRgO0tCnjkbxjizlTWxVocJWzSbLLjYfBB3phyphenhyphen/w360-h640/lilydecember2.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>With that, I have to say that I never expected anything else to come from this visit to the vet. Unfortunately, I was wrong. The bloodwork was returned and Lily has been diagnosed with cancer, specifically leukemia. This was totally unexpected, and we are sad and heartbroken by this diagnosis. </p><p>There is treatment that Lily could receive for leukemia. But her general health, and her age (she's 13 years old) and any treatment if it were totally effective, would only prolong Lily's life by about a year. Since Lily is a 'foster dog' the Medical Coordinator and I talked through all the options and her vet's recommendations. And the Board of the Rescue discussed it as well and voted on Lily's care going forward. It has been decided that Lily will not receive chemotherapy, but rather palliative care, including seeing the holistic vet to keep her comfortable for as long as possible. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EZ0dTLDu9xgsUjrAsxPNonROZa2FCsgUrR5Pn1hp4j40ySPWy78E2Kihzf465vTWqD3J5ZAHcfgzeWtr64k12_bQZyu3YvlAoSPy8f1olr_tYZ-F2ZTB3QmSYEcYQ7VEuHe-y1-ku13m-910topknIJQNNE8ofeG7imGfD5XdRUE5nH2VuRFQ-KI7J2G/s1637/offtothevet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1637" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EZ0dTLDu9xgsUjrAsxPNonROZa2FCsgUrR5Pn1hp4j40ySPWy78E2Kihzf465vTWqD3J5ZAHcfgzeWtr64k12_bQZyu3YvlAoSPy8f1olr_tYZ-F2ZTB3QmSYEcYQ7VEuHe-y1-ku13m-910topknIJQNNE8ofeG7imGfD5XdRUE5nH2VuRFQ-KI7J2G/w444-h640/offtothevet.jpg" width="444" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Lily left and Marley off to the vet~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Of course who would provide Lily's care was never a question. I am grateful for the trust that the rescue has in us to continue to care for Lily, and make this last chapter of her life one full of love, good care, and fun too. </p><p>"Comfort" is of course also a big part of this last chapter for Lily. Lily being comfortable while she's resting has been changing the last month or so. This is because Lily has several very large lipomas. So, thanks to "Jean B" I bought Lily a new bed that better supports those key pressure points that the lipomas are pressing on. <i>**lipomas are benign (noncancerous) tumors of fat that can grow anywhere on the dog's body, even inside their abdomen.** </i></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhetkW0cGRWJ-h0to8y-Bh9dWK5tekjyWSOPUiGIXPMqoCkDiDAolr4ppNhIwLGaR1N1-emLMYUFf77RTc0eaKa7ZJo5Q_-QJfRxFo4iQ3DVKk7f4O-gQ0hCq-NyhOmFOx54AT0X4l1K-h7ItuMBWp-AhL3m4_A1EeJABXyWZK1jqfcXcjrpvSRLJ9ZIU3L/s1911/lilydecember1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1911" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhetkW0cGRWJ-h0to8y-Bh9dWK5tekjyWSOPUiGIXPMqoCkDiDAolr4ppNhIwLGaR1N1-emLMYUFf77RTc0eaKa7ZJo5Q_-QJfRxFo4iQ3DVKk7f4O-gQ0hCq-NyhOmFOx54AT0X4l1K-h7ItuMBWp-AhL3m4_A1EeJABXyWZK1jqfcXcjrpvSRLJ9ZIU3L/w380-h640/lilydecember1.jpg" width="380" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Lily totally comfy on her new dog bed~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lily seems much more comfortable on her new bed. And we are of course thankful for that and are hoping for many good days of grace with our high spirited and fun, flaky girl. ā¤</div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><b><u><i><span style="font-size: medium;">On a different note about Iva:</span></i></u></b></p><p><i>Thank you all for cheering Iva on as our search continues for her forever home. And I'm going to add a huge and very big thank you to<b> "Gemma's person, Beth" </b>who commented on my last post that she'd love to be considered for Iva -- Unfortunately, as you thought, the Golden Retriever Rescue that we foster for does not allow for adoptions out of the service area that centers on the Baltimore and DC beltways and surrounding areas of Virginia and Maryland. Beth, I'm so thankful and grateful for your interest and willingness to open your heart and home to Iva.</i> ā¤ā¤</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WTbptxBTb05Hu9QizePXsDF8bV-9RTY1-dUw0ZenNXl_3M5yJjLBXydKriNKkUeN3beRI43xivF_85lj96El5NA87ZvHABc9gi81YhlY9Q3T0mOfJEGMkSDcPCwFwq62omFUlqhlTnXnbx-zbBPr5K4t0qgBhgxsHN0GCbmP-5JLT1ETS47UYMr6x441/s1933/ivadecember.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1933" data-original-width="1418" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WTbptxBTb05Hu9QizePXsDF8bV-9RTY1-dUw0ZenNXl_3M5yJjLBXydKriNKkUeN3beRI43xivF_85lj96El5NA87ZvHABc9gi81YhlY9Q3T0mOfJEGMkSDcPCwFwq62omFUlqhlTnXnbx-zbBPr5K4t0qgBhgxsHN0GCbmP-5JLT1ETS47UYMr6x441/w470-h640/ivadecember.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-68491583235883166032023-12-10T10:34:00.004-05:002023-12-10T10:40:59.265-05:00Full Speed Ahead! <p>Here we are in December.... Already. Another busy week is in our history book. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7gN_6v7c3oBcvNdVcUIOTUSrYLevvyCBmgonrmtK-BeqDLzcqpPkzzlqs8MO-MXO-HPTDSc0jjsgZ5hT2jtlsNYkBNMbFzbCaYLOW4Pz-s9QUnPlKQ0AZElFhI-XUbKkG2DWYeRgzKTRZT3jXFFLRo12B5AaptLhbjPVwmDHmgUjd7Bk236GCKLlLUUy/s2048/blandytree.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7gN_6v7c3oBcvNdVcUIOTUSrYLevvyCBmgonrmtK-BeqDLzcqpPkzzlqs8MO-MXO-HPTDSc0jjsgZ5hT2jtlsNYkBNMbFzbCaYLOW4Pz-s9QUnPlKQ0AZElFhI-XUbKkG2DWYeRgzKTRZT3jXFFLRo12B5AaptLhbjPVwmDHmgUjd7Bk236GCKLlLUUy/w400-h400/blandytree.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>As I mentioned in my last post, there has been a lot of focus on Iva lately. She remains available for adoption via the rescue. But there hasn't been a lot of interest in her. One reason is probably her age. Another is that her needs are specific. But after all these years, I know that sometimes the home that doesn't look perfect from the outside, is perfect on the inside. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthf4X89YoV2VrLnuH-Y0xatF2nP_tbhkJG-QzxBT6v9QuOOXc7L5DBPiV8siMhJY6B7ao5AUDwowXIAxQoZX_4EXcd7OCsILQ3N3VZ0yMfGI-yG2LqZhuWUG3huVbXT5niJ0KlPXL8R3C6O9-WTQvAuWmIZf272NO3gDiN_YjnYfO9RppEASAFD93s-EG/s4773/IMG_3872.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="4773" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthf4X89YoV2VrLnuH-Y0xatF2nP_tbhkJG-QzxBT6v9QuOOXc7L5DBPiV8siMhJY6B7ao5AUDwowXIAxQoZX_4EXcd7OCsILQ3N3VZ0yMfGI-yG2LqZhuWUG3huVbXT5niJ0KlPXL8R3C6O9-WTQvAuWmIZf272NO3gDiN_YjnYfO9RppEASAFD93s-EG/w640-h472/IMG_3872.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Iva in late October~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Keeping that in mind, I'd gotten a call from a couple living in "King George" Virginia, just over 2 hours from me. I liked them, and even though some things in their home visit report made them not a fit for Iva, I was willing to meet them. And I thought that Iva's best chance would be to take her to them, to see if they were a fit after all. Okay, so y<i>ou may be wondering, why they were not a fit on paper... It was that they have steps - Iva's broken shoulder before she came into the rescue means that she has limited range of motion and she has difficulty going up stairs, and can't control her speed coming down them. Thinking ahead, her size also makes going up and down stairs difficult if she were to reinjure her shoulder again. </i></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghH3y2v-LOLbUPYRyXbRoat_Yqgza2Tjn3N_7wtzayvyDVk5sRI-dDWQFsyY0eoDPLxRVmGSVZ15-Rha0xTzPBs5yeALZXVadGQJAKVtznD99_x00qB-Ah__DiVdY-TvZLXUgVMlYAj49cm-ebGN11IdRgw3Jl4wby8Bv5a9VmzsNToGttiuJ-bJMvA5PK/s2016/ivaroadtrip.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghH3y2v-LOLbUPYRyXbRoat_Yqgza2Tjn3N_7wtzayvyDVk5sRI-dDWQFsyY0eoDPLxRVmGSVZ15-Rha0xTzPBs5yeALZXVadGQJAKVtznD99_x00qB-Ah__DiVdY-TvZLXUgVMlYAj49cm-ebGN11IdRgw3Jl4wby8Bv5a9VmzsNToGttiuJ-bJMvA5PK/w360-h640/ivaroadtrip.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Road trip for me and Iva~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table>So we were off on Sunday for a road-trip. I've never been to King George Virginia, and many people here in northern Virginia, have never heard of it. It is a quiet rural town east of Fredericksburg (Virginia) and let me tell you, it's way the heck out there. <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCH-hCbzSb7A3i0YvGwcFTb4K_5WwvmB6owX0ZxUBrRdBM_qu3avARwGUgT75WZSTNumSXUAx2_KdDaG5hN78bs9ZX9hQBypZowsbuQch8DtugZU36zeCQwC0hB1ahOcPbm1H_DA3zSZ1jEVtpxOFzjL5sQe7vwUXrchRSWdyYAGQxaH17j0EYVtEApJV/s1024/kinggeorgeva1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCH-hCbzSb7A3i0YvGwcFTb4K_5WwvmB6owX0ZxUBrRdBM_qu3avARwGUgT75WZSTNumSXUAx2_KdDaG5hN78bs9ZX9hQBypZowsbuQch8DtugZU36zeCQwC0hB1ahOcPbm1H_DA3zSZ1jEVtpxOFzjL5sQe7vwUXrchRSWdyYAGQxaH17j0EYVtEApJV/w400-h300/kinggeorgeva1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Way the heck out there in King George VA</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>We found our way with only a few wrong turns<i>. "King George Couple"</i> were nice and welcoming. They are two people with big hearts and really do want to make a difference for senior dogs. And they are totally devoted to the 2 very senior Labs that they have. But as their home visit report said, they had very slippery laminate floors that Iva kept slipping on and the inside stairs were steep and Iva slid down them both times we had her do them. And then their 2 Labs were both not the fun and active companions that Iva really needs. There were a few other things that I won't mention because it'll seem a bit trivial and maybe I was being too critical and unfair... </p><p>But I knew leaving their home, they were not a match for Iva. However, I decided to think about it for a few days, thinking that maybe the cosmos would tell me something different when the dust settled on a 4 hour road trip. Well, it didn't. The memory of her sliding down their steps and my having to practically catch her before she ran into the wall stayed fresh in my mind. So, I let them know. And onward the search goes for Iva and for <i>King George couple</i> too. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLoYRuczZnNse8huW_SLfQv4Hcz0K4zvYOlKqh-hStRgJtxP6YHJ-POudCwSrftLlKtmamVkZ75JmQTMb3lGka96yIxrTmzyFp_GdG2t5qW3WcmE20-GhLpXTi_PO0B9naZcB4AcloPpjs5MLo2LxuCzYcwbfcN-Jv9ovmp3DcOtClrZVH5wvwLLshSm8M/s2048/blandyphoto2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLoYRuczZnNse8huW_SLfQv4Hcz0K4zvYOlKqh-hStRgJtxP6YHJ-POudCwSrftLlKtmamVkZ75JmQTMb3lGka96yIxrTmzyFp_GdG2t5qW3WcmE20-GhLpXTi_PO0B9naZcB4AcloPpjs5MLo2LxuCzYcwbfcN-Jv9ovmp3DcOtClrZVH5wvwLLshSm8M/w400-h400/blandyphoto2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-44704048471289464622023-11-25T20:37:00.002-05:002023-11-25T20:37:33.162-05:00Abridged Version of Happenings <p><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Hello Blogging Friends!</span></i></b> <b>Thank you</b> to those who checked in on us to make sure we're 'okay.' In short, I will tell you that we are. From family, to work and my volunteer role with both the rescues and of course the dogs, I'm just being pulled in a lot of different directions right now with very little time to myself. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXo_7ukgC7moEQX5aZApc4_omSnW3jk9cqAAGVNVb__sSl-GAdIk2Pmd8C-LxCyT78Id-0lhXjjR1dsy7HMbHedlsH4NT7CLlQ1K2FRwlJpdtMOdE_farRLkjZg_UAaqJnCrBgBLRMdGNmSjOPsX6am7wT9PuLlNQ9MAFQu0GH5sYQ7qtuebuBUu8MhFQp/s2048/milonovember2023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXo_7ukgC7moEQX5aZApc4_omSnW3jk9cqAAGVNVb__sSl-GAdIk2Pmd8C-LxCyT78Id-0lhXjjR1dsy7HMbHedlsH4NT7CLlQ1K2FRwlJpdtMOdE_farRLkjZg_UAaqJnCrBgBLRMdGNmSjOPsX6am7wT9PuLlNQ9MAFQu0GH5sYQ7qtuebuBUu8MhFQp/w360-h640/milonovember2023.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Milo~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>But now that I can check Thanksgiving off my list, not forgetting that there is so much to be grateful for, I'm onto the next thing I need to do. And among a couple of other things, at the top of my list is catching my blog up and catching up with your blogs and news too. </p><p>I do have to admit, that these past few days, I have been trying to write a post - The words are coming, but I'm afraid that as always, it is a bit too wordy for what you may have time to read, and for what I know will probably bore you to death. So, I'll TRY TRY TRY to do an abridged version to get caught up. </p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Marley</span> ..... </b>He's much better. His arthritis has been bothering him. He's had a couple of visits to the vet for both his achy joints, and his infected ears. He came to us with double ear infections that had been superficially treated, and both needed more attention -- More attention than the first vet that saw him was willing to provide. But Marley saw a new vet that I liked very much because she listened to my concerns, and treated Marley like more than just an 'old foster dog.' </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnMP70Lwbb99EtiZEycTGwKwvoUg2AbOejMtk6GU-LbynKYaGfRwPa9z4_v78O-_g0ledpbv7ydnvcnvnH9puUyWwgxyfKOTNSNaNI-K9D6VSSafbht8mHTS7cJOydYZQkhOygkDUCabwc4JQDNv72PLZ7i3hSwvji5mEwMGBPY7LZ47K1RhhbrLKCfqSq/s2016/marleyoctober.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnMP70Lwbb99EtiZEycTGwKwvoUg2AbOejMtk6GU-LbynKYaGfRwPa9z4_v78O-_g0ledpbv7ydnvcnvnH9puUyWwgxyfKOTNSNaNI-K9D6VSSafbht8mHTS7cJOydYZQkhOygkDUCabwc4JQDNv72PLZ7i3hSwvji5mEwMGBPY7LZ47K1RhhbrLKCfqSq/w360-h640/marleyoctober.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Marley~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Lily </b></span>..... You'll remember that she's a howler when she's left. But her howling seemed to have gone up a notch or two, sounding almost painful. She tagged along with Marley back to the vet for a 6-month check up. The same vet that sees Marley is now treating Lily too. We have a good plan for her going forward, and she's also on a daily anti-inflammatory medication which has helped, and we're seeing a much happier and even more engaging Lily. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4kQ-Mvfpr0uvjI-U37DLy9neezc_Jz857aR0GcCWAwyPWl1nnLFMs_sVFITbN8IPWiVkPLmAOrU_wluur_DtPdG9AvZSFyBD1tbhFzoE8T4vjBNwbszqTI9vQyNMAZmUNkOQXbYENCBTtZNVczseY-L_vTePL5Ljjyx1Mg4tp2mDgIu9dEkytLNrU02J/s1878/marleyandlilyvet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1878" data-original-width="1418" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4kQ-Mvfpr0uvjI-U37DLy9neezc_Jz857aR0GcCWAwyPWl1nnLFMs_sVFITbN8IPWiVkPLmAOrU_wluur_DtPdG9AvZSFyBD1tbhFzoE8T4vjBNwbszqTI9vQyNMAZmUNkOQXbYENCBTtZNVczseY-L_vTePL5Ljjyx1Mg4tp2mDgIu9dEkytLNrU02J/w303-h400/marleyandlilyvet.jpg" width="303" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Lily (front) and Marley her date for the vet~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Iva</b></span> ..... There has been a lot of attention on her. One morning Iva was in obvious pain and was whining and hiding in a corner, and didn't want to get up onto her feet. I 'triaged' her, and found that the pain she was feeling was in her shoulder - The one she'd dislocated prior to coming into the rescue. I'm not sure what or how it happened. It was early, so I didn't call the vet, but just got her into my van and took her there. They admitted her, and I was off to work - What a morning! Before lunch, a vet called and said it was a soft tissue injury and he thought that with some rest and medications, she'd be fine, and she has been. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajxDGZlA1fFLMoTHfMuEaY-p94gFPm4p0MYmY0piqsQtVSjIItg1WZgmgTInnVh3Xa8MH6QMhXDxk2T2R9qj8EmZEa332n1wonpeBGXRBHsN9IyCDfsTXk4zC-Smfqdi3xV2iLguC_dcTvtYy_syqoC1dHRjTE2oZ9v4Z23ueR5u1NMVI6d7w8ShlP71r/s2048/ivanovember.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajxDGZlA1fFLMoTHfMuEaY-p94gFPm4p0MYmY0piqsQtVSjIItg1WZgmgTInnVh3Xa8MH6QMhXDxk2T2R9qj8EmZEa332n1wonpeBGXRBHsN9IyCDfsTXk4zC-Smfqdi3xV2iLguC_dcTvtYy_syqoC1dHRjTE2oZ9v4Z23ueR5u1NMVI6d7w8ShlP71r/w360-h640/ivanovember.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Iva~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><b><span style="font-size: medium;">In other news ..... </span></b><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Todd</span></b> ..... He's reached a bit of a milestone of 250 days since he last had an allergy attack. Knock, knock, knock on wood - He coughed a few times last evening, so I'm hoping it was just because he was outside most of the day. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRCyx1yJB-XB6xkwq8_ULtzLpBoJtA1dW2zQEZAbIeLQYBqqC7n0WpWrr8wx5KLxGhMUdsJOMoO-b8vCSpn7c3L1WmLaczosSMgbN9ttZ5gWCxvF3nr1qraTM70NqkMLlI34Lt-CHifgNrIj4DF8UjZhgvnRmrt-tqc1MqYtTfQDTWXa8JNsDYu0lGOmE/s2016/todd250days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRCyx1yJB-XB6xkwq8_ULtzLpBoJtA1dW2zQEZAbIeLQYBqqC7n0WpWrr8wx5KLxGhMUdsJOMoO-b8vCSpn7c3L1WmLaczosSMgbN9ttZ5gWCxvF3nr1qraTM70NqkMLlI34Lt-CHifgNrIj4DF8UjZhgvnRmrt-tqc1MqYtTfQDTWXa8JNsDYu0lGOmE/w360-h640/todd250days.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Work</span></b> ..... I'm responsible again for our office holiday party. We are an office of about 10 people, so I enjoy planning it, and I have for the last 5 or 6 years - <i>I'll add here that I do it because no one else wants to.</i> I worked a recent Friday for a co-worker who was traveling to Kaaba in Saudi Arabia. I arrived at the office before everyone else. That never happens! </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9einEf09Y74ubGM-0nytw7jZsRuGFtmhTkFjZuk02aaEGDnrfLtncAusYqd19SI6-fQwxOmcLy7w_rj0eI4a2vk8nKDbK3xzMF9peLrr5GaUeRNVZWma4Q3KfGQjjjOTjFujy4lw1S0gmkfZIM2jCO1zyAGHSEB8-Zwd2fGM0M6-xPPu-w_fXPjVIpCv/s1377/workfriday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1377" data-original-width="1152" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9einEf09Y74ubGM-0nytw7jZsRuGFtmhTkFjZuk02aaEGDnrfLtncAusYqd19SI6-fQwxOmcLy7w_rj0eI4a2vk8nKDbK3xzMF9peLrr5GaUeRNVZWma4Q3KfGQjjjOTjFujy4lw1S0gmkfZIM2jCO1zyAGHSEB8-Zwd2fGM0M6-xPPu-w_fXPjVIpCv/w335-h400/workfriday.jpg" width="335" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Work on a Friday - Where is everyone?~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Me </b></span>.... It actually hasn't been all work, stress, dogs and no play. One Saturday my friends that I went to the beach with did a 'scooter tour,' in Lancaster Pennsylvania. It was a fun 4 hour trip on Vespa type scooters on a beautiful day on the backroads seeing Amish farms and a few other sights. My friends had all gone before, and were comfortable on a scooter going about 40 MPH -- as for me, well, it took me a couple of hours, but it was great fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7BW31AUJ-in3BuJDeMndDQhw4xk352QHCa-LNVrEsMch5CMWgusBK-B36SdoZ-GQm0By2-soQxdTNBRwk5Elcek6wL95wsDW31UX8SfCaC_ZhKfYRWUGaRM1zvc-HGqq53yay-Q1iodNxmsv17HV49JakMDJHqhf44eCPFcWSzBhhIEIZQKcdSto80Rb/s830/Screenshot%20(200).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="830" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7BW31AUJ-in3BuJDeMndDQhw4xk352QHCa-LNVrEsMch5CMWgusBK-B36SdoZ-GQm0By2-soQxdTNBRwk5Elcek6wL95wsDW31UX8SfCaC_ZhKfYRWUGaRM1zvc-HGqq53yay-Q1iodNxmsv17HV49JakMDJHqhf44eCPFcWSzBhhIEIZQKcdSto80Rb/w640-h376/Screenshot%20(200).png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, and as for the rest of the gang, they're all in good spirits as the holidays rush right at us! Milo in the video below seems totally relaxed about it. I need to follow his example! š„°</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Nqqk1iKeF-k" width="320" youtube-src-id="Nqqk1iKeF-k"></iframe></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>THANK YOU </i></span>again for stopping by and checking in on us while I was away. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>You all are the best and I've missed my blogging friends!! </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPeATiWq0u98q9o2jhXgeNYpTvntPAUHQ4VIftFgR5_YSG8u-zYfY82EmtSjFzWAqo0Mbohd0xZ-XlORfpRhi3B3i1LVr1TuaKjyP16EaO9s6y16G_Hjhbt1YFCHCwwTyt5VIWcdGpscGFTjPH0kkNnYI4sIg0KnkuI3klrpKgPHTUf-X_6NA8IRJHCHK/s2992/IMG_7918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2992" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPeATiWq0u98q9o2jhXgeNYpTvntPAUHQ4VIftFgR5_YSG8u-zYfY82EmtSjFzWAqo0Mbohd0xZ-XlORfpRhi3B3i1LVr1TuaKjyP16EaO9s6y16G_Hjhbt1YFCHCwwTyt5VIWcdGpscGFTjPH0kkNnYI4sIg0KnkuI3klrpKgPHTUf-X_6NA8IRJHCHK/w400-h400/IMG_7918.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b><br /></b></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-15558207288817462122023-10-13T10:25:00.002-04:002023-10-13T10:34:38.503-04:00A Girls Beach Weekend <p>Yes, I have really been missing in action. A week ago today, I was starting my day watching the sunrise over the ocean. Seeing the day begin made me even more grateful for a kind friend who invited 7 of us for a *girls weekend* at her beautiful beach house in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmaSYzR9JrbhuI4dZ49msWWv1zypm8tZKOP0HFXHnTlyGBqIAPDt_BxqDgSHyl_TCprkZmFXZP8SFlAjnOV5TZOJjFJIsy6P2qrKu3RK3aYgxkrDi0JLCTnb3HimF7ELo3f5Wnzb3kZ9vZdLOidFN2KeO6BQD_xXSAjgrWXKnsZeB9ou9vcI56izdz332/s2016/beachphoto2sunrise.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmaSYzR9JrbhuI4dZ49msWWv1zypm8tZKOP0HFXHnTlyGBqIAPDt_BxqDgSHyl_TCprkZmFXZP8SFlAjnOV5TZOJjFJIsy6P2qrKu3RK3aYgxkrDi0JLCTnb3HimF7ELo3f5Wnzb3kZ9vZdLOidFN2KeO6BQD_xXSAjgrWXKnsZeB9ou9vcI56izdz332/w360-h640/beachphoto2sunrise.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>The house (with its 8 bedrooms and 7 baths) is rented throughout the summer, but our friend and her husband make it their home from September to about May. So many homes like this are solely rental properties. So, how nice for them that they get to enjoy this beautiful and comfortable home with its ocean views, and how nice that we got to enjoy it too.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ_S3v_WnyEzRSq11DbGBKfPN3f3mZrHP_6ihwz4CgM0F3r3v2HGpgNj6PzzrDVjva1EOilmItXAQ2gf5eZ6Nx5hVUqiq0dgE4YR_pV7qNTX6MejCW-cftveQB410rtUYEnng6zGW-g_6iBe_g4gsje9Yb34py2b66pTqVNQ1iddVBFCAemguNwKl919Mq/s5404/IMG_3703.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3907" data-original-width="5404" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ_S3v_WnyEzRSq11DbGBKfPN3f3mZrHP_6ihwz4CgM0F3r3v2HGpgNj6PzzrDVjva1EOilmItXAQ2gf5eZ6Nx5hVUqiq0dgE4YR_pV7qNTX6MejCW-cftveQB410rtUYEnng6zGW-g_6iBe_g4gsje9Yb34py2b66pTqVNQ1iddVBFCAemguNwKl919Mq/w400-h289/IMG_3703.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>We were treated to the best of weather, and a trip to nearby Cape Hatteras to see the lighthouse that was given its famous black and white stripe daymark pattern in 1873. The Lighthouse Board assigned each lighthouse a distinctive paint pattern (daymark) and light sequence (nightmark) to allow mariners to recognize it from all others during the day and night as they sailed along the coast. (Who knew?) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvSl42TCnvydA0uM0rY3FjcRQHZl0aU80m7zZBR2ckhdRK8GOBV0sQhEhv9zshQLi7zf8ARfDNxtf_Pw2c2m7xqMG_jIuV4S9HYjzDqSldRSkBdewCcxmXF_KszSyP0FxAwe9zWHg3tHrs-3CdmW53H7rgn7dKS-sQRFi6N17GOUfSlICGKHsLu0tpKKc/s6000/IMG_3761.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvSl42TCnvydA0uM0rY3FjcRQHZl0aU80m7zZBR2ckhdRK8GOBV0sQhEhv9zshQLi7zf8ARfDNxtf_Pw2c2m7xqMG_jIuV4S9HYjzDqSldRSkBdewCcxmXF_KszSyP0FxAwe9zWHg3tHrs-3CdmW53H7rgn7dKS-sQRFi6N17GOUfSlICGKHsLu0tpKKc/w426-h640/IMG_3761.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><p>On another day we went to Rodanthe Pier to enjoy yet another ocean view. The weather was calling for clouds and rain, that certainly was not what we had. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3Fwx7Ch2NtSeOwEugV8zFwSsx5bjerNJx_iaArJzjRJem1r91E_sMpQl6n81ZSPkMgtHKDBelVlhYA5lEFfUxyazFn73847b7fq0BPebAY5tdEamXfQXKTcDSU4Ko2NKBaI2cOJt4GOoIn9AL6hRVj0oes2YQUFjvdMS-_i-oKjoJon_YLt4b-G9Cm0t/s1891/beachphotopier4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1891" data-original-width="1064" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3Fwx7Ch2NtSeOwEugV8zFwSsx5bjerNJx_iaArJzjRJem1r91E_sMpQl6n81ZSPkMgtHKDBelVlhYA5lEFfUxyazFn73847b7fq0BPebAY5tdEamXfQXKTcDSU4Ko2NKBaI2cOJt4GOoIn9AL6hRVj0oes2YQUFjvdMS-_i-oKjoJon_YLt4b-G9Cm0t/w360-h640/beachphotopier4.jpg" width="360" /></a>`</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuAm4uFoQNdNPbe4nicQHWKsbk2x43P8RYsL-kit62Z9GEFC0Z-dLmvaBGUNw4uhVZwhxteQLbqgAE4stGDS6ZvQFOtEaBdY8uImR85q52FvT8DTCUfdYIaOJ9WiQ8veJkwQTSMsPlHzrXzJTXuwPnemll-cety0-sT9H8RwETMaJ5fJ12eO09SpkUONl/s6000/IMG_3830.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuAm4uFoQNdNPbe4nicQHWKsbk2x43P8RYsL-kit62Z9GEFC0Z-dLmvaBGUNw4uhVZwhxteQLbqgAE4stGDS6ZvQFOtEaBdY8uImR85q52FvT8DTCUfdYIaOJ9WiQ8veJkwQTSMsPlHzrXzJTXuwPnemll-cety0-sT9H8RwETMaJ5fJ12eO09SpkUONl/w640-h426/IMG_3830.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p>Honestly, I just couldn't get enough of the ocean views. I took so many pictures with both my phone and camera. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMO-jXWsdbSuw9z5HvBmfhKllM7H-94rpU49PQkErSPyrLTT5rycd8_mYiVmEFUJSujt50k89kdXyltyEr_0mKHNTVIhKul6EfqPnezDJLWG3wuhq0ZATMLj4k8Lqs8XZVwWpUzCHP60cptCOxrHr_LgnjCh6_aw-DwVcumBZxv3grrVnzEctbt6R_Q3xy/s6000/IMG_3826.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMO-jXWsdbSuw9z5HvBmfhKllM7H-94rpU49PQkErSPyrLTT5rycd8_mYiVmEFUJSujt50k89kdXyltyEr_0mKHNTVIhKul6EfqPnezDJLWG3wuhq0ZATMLj4k8Lqs8XZVwWpUzCHP60cptCOxrHr_LgnjCh6_aw-DwVcumBZxv3grrVnzEctbt6R_Q3xy/w400-h266/IMG_3826.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWxrHr13_YdenzbBwAk0N3V7Zqy_FWLjyBoyM45KO8_A-wP1a-Ft7_v4pv1uH_U4LffiTApRHUwVtcLhfGYtf6Ayyoo9ZdidzvB96U42gB6QtOTMiKUaGrwRO-t9I6UW0o9xcAWTZ4CMlmNsTYZ1RSwu4jUBeduw2K1SRyM73pRLBazdgkqA1OfUcGbe3/s2016/firstdaybeach2023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWxrHr13_YdenzbBwAk0N3V7Zqy_FWLjyBoyM45KO8_A-wP1a-Ft7_v4pv1uH_U4LffiTApRHUwVtcLhfGYtf6Ayyoo9ZdidzvB96U42gB6QtOTMiKUaGrwRO-t9I6UW0o9xcAWTZ4CMlmNsTYZ1RSwu4jUBeduw2K1SRyM73pRLBazdgkqA1OfUcGbe3/w360-h640/firstdaybeach2023.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>The weekend was truly a whirlwind of fun. There was plenty of great food, great conversations and being spent with friends, it could not have been any better, even if it had rained. But I'm glad that it didn't! </p><p><i>**Photo below is our last night - dinner and a show watching the kite-surfers at sunset on Pamlico Sound. </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSOigqB7X2pcRs6pnjlZgFgDIf7-lRzGPqu4iMpi51diY229otzTnqzKeydJV4zrRI6G9keJQr-5dgnVqw6bh2nUl4hzCIqxMHoNovQExOjPVf9zRKx6GX8AdBCywdCPbmEo1hn8f94yqAUX-vBXNZr7gjM-1uQJzw2fy5rOYNxMhwsFzBNwy0s1FELKU/s2016/kitesurferspimlicosound2023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="2016" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSOigqB7X2pcRs6pnjlZgFgDIf7-lRzGPqu4iMpi51diY229otzTnqzKeydJV4zrRI6G9keJQr-5dgnVqw6bh2nUl4hzCIqxMHoNovQExOjPVf9zRKx6GX8AdBCywdCPbmEo1hn8f94yqAUX-vBXNZr7gjM-1uQJzw2fy5rOYNxMhwsFzBNwy0s1FELKU/w640-h360/kitesurferspimlicosound2023.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Finally .... Leaving Hatteras Island. This is why in a hurricane the island gets cut off, because the ocean is on the other side of the dunes. You can even see in one photo where a wave or two came over the top. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSBVbm5UCl_2C1lP9Ls7GoN_f_p0UV4HXKwQtmB99FOyGFNvGjz2bwQejIkHpfYfn0SYegia6Moyq3yT4OTWjNsBwElXzbdLpDFf9QqDpJSxp9Ootd9_Th0dO3t_3Vg93jeK8bDnnFQXqmDRvDVSHXycWdL467pkD6RSlBTehZIobaK3xQobb1CxdXP2W/s2016/leavingbeach11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSBVbm5UCl_2C1lP9Ls7GoN_f_p0UV4HXKwQtmB99FOyGFNvGjz2bwQejIkHpfYfn0SYegia6Moyq3yT4OTWjNsBwElXzbdLpDFf9QqDpJSxp9Ootd9_Th0dO3t_3Vg93jeK8bDnnFQXqmDRvDVSHXycWdL467pkD6RSlBTehZIobaK3xQobb1CxdXP2W/w360-h640/leavingbeach11.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubD1GLrS3aDn3_YPqFMkaB9zD3rtHzq5kFeUgrTvM2AW10QwHsHxkBkSiuA0J7igr99mIoQOcFQbbrlmW2uzWdK6C38luQz4id6VMzFnpMRCNuCypTuXADXOA4JCukvbgpINpV-ryl3BJzA7kv2-xLBIrykfJKEv8LMm_XZpCPDFz91AL4QKsvsxWmKdu/s2016/leavingbeach2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubD1GLrS3aDn3_YPqFMkaB9zD3rtHzq5kFeUgrTvM2AW10QwHsHxkBkSiuA0J7igr99mIoQOcFQbbrlmW2uzWdK6C38luQz4id6VMzFnpMRCNuCypTuXADXOA4JCukvbgpINpV-ryl3BJzA7kv2-xLBIrykfJKEv8LMm_XZpCPDFz91AL4QKsvsxWmKdu/w360-h640/leavingbeach2.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /></div>The dogs were all in good spirits when I got home. But I was so tired and was glad that I took an extra couple of days vacation to rest up from this little vacation. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6F7vMX6Bkrb-fnm4Ti6Ihcnwsv9MYim-Nj5jbQurukI7ZK9Sk2mAzzVB5t9Axdxzo86N3NnAmb-RKaFy2yE5SDOmwQBUjOTqNrncggfmJ6MNgIVDp5n_2WFOfjdQ5XIvnLttu-XeEHZOqbQFlm4g0ieG4fjc782p43_ecYk1UsH_ssaYUSePzcjn0l-s/s1918/toddpostvacationbeach2023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1918" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6F7vMX6Bkrb-fnm4Ti6Ihcnwsv9MYim-Nj5jbQurukI7ZK9Sk2mAzzVB5t9Axdxzo86N3NnAmb-RKaFy2yE5SDOmwQBUjOTqNrncggfmJ6MNgIVDp5n_2WFOfjdQ5XIvnLttu-XeEHZOqbQFlm4g0ieG4fjc782p43_ecYk1UsH_ssaYUSePzcjn0l-s/w378-h640/toddpostvacationbeach2023.jpg" width="378" /></a></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-21010092791697248802023-10-01T22:52:00.002-04:002023-10-01T22:52:36.989-04:00The Weekends <p>Last weekend, Ophelia, a tropical depression impacted parts of the mid-Atlantic after its landfall early Saturday with heavy rain, strong winds and even some flooding. It put a bit of a damper on the annual Oktoberfest that the town that I live in has every year. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJO1PJwpD0-Pgsur-uheaSENah1I3uHo9mN1Lv9lvJ1O3DH_qBD9WdJSWnwAUIHfBw5ZG4onkFOOLojaqouUv88WZJnmtsI4lBTAzTOj-JxhQuPgw80PbHYhgTjbXdx0HTFl2GCErV_t3rwz9ivaC-1dTlO7pWfbdLjNNvLZhx3CmEtXPfmaG_RksYX_AZ/s2048/octoberfestaa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1018" data-original-width="2048" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJO1PJwpD0-Pgsur-uheaSENah1I3uHo9mN1Lv9lvJ1O3DH_qBD9WdJSWnwAUIHfBw5ZG4onkFOOLojaqouUv88WZJnmtsI4lBTAzTOj-JxhQuPgw80PbHYhgTjbXdx0HTFl2GCErV_t3rwz9ivaC-1dTlO7pWfbdLjNNvLZhx3CmEtXPfmaG_RksYX_AZ/w640-h318/octoberfestaa.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Ophelia delivered about 3 inches of rain for us. The clouds stayed around through the week, but we didn't get much more rain and we're still in a drought and short about 10 inches of rain. </p><p>I was off to the vet again with Iva to have her ears rechecked. The infection has cleared up pretty well, but not enough for the vet. So, Iva's ears were cleaned and 'reinfused' again with an antibiotic. Another recheck in 3 more weeks. </p><p>We did get some good news, in that Iva has lost about 6 pounds since her last vet visit. Her diet of canned pumpkin, green beans, and a little bit of dry food is doing the trick. The vet was very happy with that, although I can't help but joke and hope that she didn't have a foot off the scale. š</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjC0mj_5ev_cNHk5WhvRjbFrWs068qY7J3CtvzREpxUHKZOTBJHA5zA0zkevvXF395IJmftG7Tz5GA9qwrOKhM6P7Aw8FKF91QepjHXzwmvHu2zDc8g0wB4vrTsm0W-R9DObsofrW0tOO7C8EsWoFyLi-vmHm_we1lOgxKztofcpAYBcy0eAwxkd9p7BLW/s2016/ivasecondvetweightsept.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjC0mj_5ev_cNHk5WhvRjbFrWs068qY7J3CtvzREpxUHKZOTBJHA5zA0zkevvXF395IJmftG7Tz5GA9qwrOKhM6P7Aw8FKF91QepjHXzwmvHu2zDc8g0wB4vrTsm0W-R9DObsofrW0tOO7C8EsWoFyLi-vmHm_we1lOgxKztofcpAYBcy0eAwxkd9p7BLW/w360-h640/ivasecondvetweightsept.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><p>I've not mentioned Todd much because I'll admit to being a little bit superstitious and I don't want to jinx anything. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3tIlCBn1ZaWa3u4XRRpZg_aOR0Z2SLu2eaIKOmHDMHFAGvjDeZ7bESRFmDF0Ll0Mx5x3c7NCPO1mcVcf0eooj2Aqk7TLW0gq8Mt4cS_c8VCA6sRAY-vxubUF193PJyb-gb3sCt6RBN8dU62LlbOgOqaRglg87SNEA0G-rW67avBckkwcPaToOY6DYDrRY/s5178/IMG_3664a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="5178" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3tIlCBn1ZaWa3u4XRRpZg_aOR0Z2SLu2eaIKOmHDMHFAGvjDeZ7bESRFmDF0Ll0Mx5x3c7NCPO1mcVcf0eooj2Aqk7TLW0gq8Mt4cS_c8VCA6sRAY-vxubUF193PJyb-gb3sCt6RBN8dU62LlbOgOqaRglg87SNEA0G-rW67avBckkwcPaToOY6DYDrRY/w640-h494/IMG_3664a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>But he's had a couple of bumpy days this past week because he's been spending more time outside and he has loved every minute of it. However, I should have known better than to let him stay outdoors for hours at a time, because its triggered his allergies a bit, and he's had short bouts of sneezing and coughing - But thankfully it has been nothing like it was in the spring with his having a totally clogged up nose -- <i>knock, knock, knock on wood that it stays that way. </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuniXq5WJBtqlhm2AoSj3rUbni3NzSZiDRqiXRRxRrpPg54_sk-czyo3py4Y0Y_vSOGJy9hZG6sB8yAA9zOWvsgoaeMaS5UpQyqmMc8aBWH2sdtu0obfyR6WrLHfJ_4ZMYM76-IeIObr5rNX3otx3cj4G4qkb7b8m-ZgLGooIXePeYNrn3qSLp9cuq69ZE/s4886/IMG_3640aaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="4886" height="525" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuniXq5WJBtqlhm2AoSj3rUbni3NzSZiDRqiXRRxRrpPg54_sk-czyo3py4Y0Y_vSOGJy9hZG6sB8yAA9zOWvsgoaeMaS5UpQyqmMc8aBWH2sdtu0obfyR6WrLHfJ_4ZMYM76-IeIObr5rNX3otx3cj4G4qkb7b8m-ZgLGooIXePeYNrn3qSLp9cuq69ZE/w640-h525/IMG_3640aaaa.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-23578710882347975282023-09-17T23:21:00.000-04:002023-09-17T23:21:23.380-04:00The Three Fosters <p>Two vet visits were on the schedule this past week. </p><p>The first one was for Iva for a thyroid recheck. I'll admit to being a bit nervous about this because this appointment would also involve her being weighed. I was feeling pretty guilty because I had kind of fallen off the weight-loss wagon with Iva this summer and now it was time to face the scale. The news wasn't too bad, Iva has lost 2 pounds over the summer. And now I've gotten a renewed focus and determination to get her back on her journey to lose weight. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHc7q98LbOaq3My0Kz-3IgWelpncved9rL2L19fFv1UWUVibMiSnYHJg-KVzIw4E3vepU8mlu-orbs-S0gJJ_zExML3URebIsYPEv7jgldgiSzBkQMED0TFpzIw5K--v8zX40SG0cUJ_3gGJn06LT7j3WedLr5AG_3ngdKNpeUZdRS-TsfXhSnywTM97D/s2048/ivavetsept.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHc7q98LbOaq3My0Kz-3IgWelpncved9rL2L19fFv1UWUVibMiSnYHJg-KVzIw4E3vepU8mlu-orbs-S0gJJ_zExML3URebIsYPEv7jgldgiSzBkQMED0TFpzIw5K--v8zX40SG0cUJ_3gGJn06LT7j3WedLr5AG_3ngdKNpeUZdRS-TsfXhSnywTM97D/w360-h640/ivavetsept.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Iva~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>The second visit was to the ophthalmologist with Marley. The drive there takes just more than an hour, and just as we did the first time, we got there in plenty of time, even though I left a little later.<div><br /></div><div>Its easy for me to see that Marley's eyes are not nearly as red or 'goopy' as they were initially. But it's good to have the Vet look at them to agree and make it official. Thanks to the medication, he's producing some tears in both eyes - His left more than the right. It's slow progress, KCS or dry eye didn't happen all at once, it's a chronic issue - But Marley will have another recheck in 3 months, that I'm hopeful will be even better news for him. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DCA8MoulVKPtrxZAMdrPeYPjvjgk_jKmQP_zk4oW_JV21_mLMmjxu96Xo4Fus6ir4OuKjzB-fFuECYRSW2TQjeL6PG3nv4X69uZip2hWdXB_EaxOhK2CBuK_m65jBPKe-oWKjn-4e36BUeEx_L9c4tDfnpiw17fBVGX1bO9M3iRtyhxbAtZDqSfHo1iL/s1831/marleysecondeyevisit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1831" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DCA8MoulVKPtrxZAMdrPeYPjvjgk_jKmQP_zk4oW_JV21_mLMmjxu96Xo4Fus6ir4OuKjzB-fFuECYRSW2TQjeL6PG3nv4X69uZip2hWdXB_EaxOhK2CBuK_m65jBPKe-oWKjn-4e36BUeEx_L9c4tDfnpiw17fBVGX1bO9M3iRtyhxbAtZDqSfHo1iL/w396-h640/marleysecondeyevisit.jpg" width="396" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>~Marley waiting for the ophthalmologist~</b></i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Since we have 3 foster dogs for the rescue, it didn't seem right to not somehow included Lily in the weeks events. That was actually easy - I was reminded that Lily had a birthday. She was turning 12, so at the end of the week, we got to celebrate. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqi-EnCfwllLPUeM2CW7FAkj9ZZXaO1f8iBXZL1RD0abIVDMBYrgjhnDHMPACEwvOfBaPJN95nDx4dD584cBVUDrMjSgYxAwVTitv6p_-AAnWdglUriWqNC-sx5DBKiprSa63ovcFG4SLYlC9sf5ljeDot7iw6BeDk-xcExH7YsvxHWWJUT8dIcXoxStmO/s2016/lilybirthday1111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqi-EnCfwllLPUeM2CW7FAkj9ZZXaO1f8iBXZL1RD0abIVDMBYrgjhnDHMPACEwvOfBaPJN95nDx4dD584cBVUDrMjSgYxAwVTitv6p_-AAnWdglUriWqNC-sx5DBKiprSa63ovcFG4SLYlC9sf5ljeDot7iw6BeDk-xcExH7YsvxHWWJUT8dIcXoxStmO/w360-h640/lilybirthday1111.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Birthday girl, Lily - now 12 years old! ~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I bought a cookie that was of course shared with the other dogs. Lily, being Lily didn't mind sharing.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9qu8ZUZpowRdN561JuuqRkSjISp29q18JBOUZy7UNqWzT2W0Q09yyO7UA6Teo4LsN5IZ7jfrpJfgJ0Y-ZpOUieSwbWDvBVQB2nzmmCtniepWVJSMEf33bwtxY3X04cTmWPYq5oq1OYtETmTLkYbV9CQ-x6WA-GJEhH5TNK6nPyfKJxWbXNxwGqBWXVqD/s2016/lilybirthday22222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9qu8ZUZpowRdN561JuuqRkSjISp29q18JBOUZy7UNqWzT2W0Q09yyO7UA6Teo4LsN5IZ7jfrpJfgJ0Y-ZpOUieSwbWDvBVQB2nzmmCtniepWVJSMEf33bwtxY3X04cTmWPYq5oq1OYtETmTLkYbV9CQ-x6WA-GJEhH5TNK6nPyfKJxWbXNxwGqBWXVqD/w360-h640/lilybirthday22222.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Lily: Is that for me?!~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's an honor to have gotten to know Lily these past 5 months and celebrate her 12th birthday. Her sweet, gentle nature and so many more things remind me every day how lucky we are to have the chance to share our lives with Lily. ā¤</div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-71610764398440521332023-09-07T00:04:00.001-04:002023-09-07T00:05:40.186-04:00Keeping the Routine <p>While Carl is visiting family in Wisconsin, I've been playing the role of single-dog-cat parent for the last week. Its gone pretty well. Everyone is present and accounted for, which is a good thing! </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaRgrA-XrNuZZD35kwWfX1jE34YJesZtFqJDBeac4i9cK1LnRbSkKz_Sy_W8g93ebzaAXsqRGIee0aPGUrvuSdBdD9SZ1XVAOirNU-HHXlbDuqJ7hRAW1U9e-_dXVU14D3_yo0dJ3rqBer_hVPt3b1vzsCM0j4W2kX75F6-YyHIDTpDulmR8grvOUTWqM/s6000/IMG_3450.JPG"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaRgrA-XrNuZZD35kwWfX1jE34YJesZtFqJDBeac4i9cK1LnRbSkKz_Sy_W8g93ebzaAXsqRGIee0aPGUrvuSdBdD9SZ1XVAOirNU-HHXlbDuqJ7hRAW1U9e-_dXVU14D3_yo0dJ3rqBer_hVPt3b1vzsCM0j4W2kX75F6-YyHIDTpDulmR8grvOUTWqM/w400-h266/IMG_3450.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>As I mentioned in a previous post, the dogs always expect a game of ball every evening. I decided that with Carl gone, I would try and keep the routine the best I could. So, on the first night we played a game of ball. Here's a couple of photos of that first night ....<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNEAZgHmVCuTCrhgPj0XSbrUN6rUDkb_g1gOw60-TWqopJTOUTH8F-w-Lm9FG_3W8qwqJ3KkZodQSWVtQmAKoyf3T3Hfd8GD7FmvHA7_45rkzq_nC5KBWGcpGD89imfkdkRYWVyJBrlKrdGbpthNEKdcscyY2FFH3Ev1yFSkMrrf6kmh0ty3R7sXU2hiV/s6000/IMG_3248.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNEAZgHmVCuTCrhgPj0XSbrUN6rUDkb_g1gOw60-TWqopJTOUTH8F-w-Lm9FG_3W8qwqJ3KkZodQSWVtQmAKoyf3T3Hfd8GD7FmvHA7_45rkzq_nC5KBWGcpGD89imfkdkRYWVyJBrlKrdGbpthNEKdcscyY2FFH3Ev1yFSkMrrf6kmh0ty3R7sXU2hiV/w400-h266/IMG_3248.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Todd, wondering why am I playing ball with them?~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Below Ree and Milo are looking at a ball on the other side of the fence trying to solve the problem of getting it on the side we were on. I'll add that it was a pretty good throw using the "Chuckit" ball launcher from the back porch -- It went over the fence, hit the barn, and landed on the fence rail. I couldn't do that again if I tried! </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmdo9gtyWwnFMa9rY0yPdAoNgC-5PCdLoBy5hQ2Shq2fj8qoAcKYtei0LUPGen9Ec4661h0hBU3ItuHbF-tNeHcFIhyFDIVEOb2JAXkviJAnrNotBpOpttWwyqDje5m70BQU5gdb9_fQ7DfKJuk4IAQ7oFsawkVSJPo3xn0voQyshHjloLtJ-2ce-4bSK/s6000/IMG_3581.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmdo9gtyWwnFMa9rY0yPdAoNgC-5PCdLoBy5hQ2Shq2fj8qoAcKYtei0LUPGen9Ec4661h0hBU3ItuHbF-tNeHcFIhyFDIVEOb2JAXkviJAnrNotBpOpttWwyqDje5m70BQU5gdb9_fQ7DfKJuk4IAQ7oFsawkVSJPo3xn0voQyshHjloLtJ-2ce-4bSK/w400-h266/IMG_3581.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Milo and Ree - the ball is there, how do we get it over here?~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Then yet another photo where I chucked another ball over the fence and it was gone completely. But I know they'll find it when we take a walk. They always do, especially Milo. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOcJdCEvXULo63LYuF4qMQIqYwg1AbBYWvjQsYSbS1HsplKe7hJBGQWlCwb43Gz4mRSV2tUFgeI3cSUT83BA5TBrlbqAeYaLpDqL6W_gNqjAOVhhnBLIqZTQnSc2usdhho59thFycqqlp8ZHZrCmJYAz-q0B87tmcS0-OpgOuKGZq2tGg8n1MRPr238ol/s6000/IMG_3176.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOcJdCEvXULo63LYuF4qMQIqYwg1AbBYWvjQsYSbS1HsplKe7hJBGQWlCwb43Gz4mRSV2tUFgeI3cSUT83BA5TBrlbqAeYaLpDqL6W_gNqjAOVhhnBLIqZTQnSc2usdhho59thFycqqlp8ZHZrCmJYAz-q0B87tmcS0-OpgOuKGZq2tGg8n1MRPr238ol/w400-h266/IMG_3176.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>~Iva - Where'd the ball go?~</b></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p>With the heat, of course I didn't let the game go on for too long. Out of the 7 tennis balls we started with, we ended with 5. Do you think that included the 3 balls Jack had? </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsixfSvTLLv4muBflj-HXtA-mFjigVVYkDA4R_uBXKi_3ODYYpUw_q0nhoZtExYEIbuWhUq4D3ACo2O3Wh75mMI7kbkvVp3KRUY_jZXJUSDKrE7zCFmwUHDrWSjyfvja2d6QKKEx9Q3B05v-T1Aipnk5s5BztAhLndwNt_iFp13rGpRLGX4HfTyL82EY3/s4211/JACK3tballs.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3751" data-original-width="4211" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsixfSvTLLv4muBflj-HXtA-mFjigVVYkDA4R_uBXKi_3ODYYpUw_q0nhoZtExYEIbuWhUq4D3ACo2O3Wh75mMI7kbkvVp3KRUY_jZXJUSDKrE7zCFmwUHDrWSjyfvja2d6QKKEx9Q3B05v-T1Aipnk5s5BztAhLndwNt_iFp13rGpRLGX4HfTyL82EY3/w400-h356/JACK3tballs.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">~<b><i>Jack never has been good at sharing</i></b> š~</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Thanks for stopping by - </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>I hope you're having a good week, and staying cool!</i></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVt5Rg2eFAZroo8xkxF0DzFxxtsFkm6IOEOuzK6Jmk4cFk6pi2mvvhjYbnyRby9jsNGERlxzdWF92vMINb733GbTrdTpzumYcXEOzjkTAKA-2gBQwEPtHUvo0iWjKw8xTm8Yf3IlYv3Eg8C9k8fk6eo9g5AWE5gBzV0n9gtS5O6X32U7yvjZ_U7sm1u6qr/s6000/IMG_3526.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVt5Rg2eFAZroo8xkxF0DzFxxtsFkm6IOEOuzK6Jmk4cFk6pi2mvvhjYbnyRby9jsNGERlxzdWF92vMINb733GbTrdTpzumYcXEOzjkTAKA-2gBQwEPtHUvo0iWjKw8xTm8Yf3IlYv3Eg8C9k8fk6eo9g5AWE5gBzV0n9gtS5O6X32U7yvjZ_U7sm1u6qr/w400-h266/IMG_3526.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></b></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-32789355953370057962023-09-05T22:03:00.002-04:002023-09-05T22:12:37.077-04:00Summer's Last Hurrah <p>Labor Day Weekend has now passed-- Summer's unofficial end. It has been a busy summer, and we end it in a pretty good place.</p><p>Todd has had a pretty good summer. The issues with his sinus appears to be well managed with Zyrtec and the Chinese herbs. That was certainly not the case last summer. So as we cruise into the fall, all paws are crossed that he doesn't have any flare-ups as the blooms of summer fade and the dust mites that he's supposedly allergic to get stirred into the fall air. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWB-RROWvJKliTAffKK_whd7R5MUbLvNAsEp0YLn3-sxqgUCy9hxKj7Ynoi9RAy-1NOvKgabV24LezFfxSErCfgZIRIA0rk8-Q5L5SZcms5ATT3061bp-MsXYhjsSvsv93xLQfa1SRrftBLMGpOXaDpXvkFrcgO0dfQgEL21A47wSjGYt2uLXRaZO7Ib-9/s6000/IMG_2740.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWB-RROWvJKliTAffKK_whd7R5MUbLvNAsEp0YLn3-sxqgUCy9hxKj7Ynoi9RAy-1NOvKgabV24LezFfxSErCfgZIRIA0rk8-Q5L5SZcms5ATT3061bp-MsXYhjsSvsv93xLQfa1SRrftBLMGpOXaDpXvkFrcgO0dfQgEL21A47wSjGYt2uLXRaZO7Ib-9/w400-h266/IMG_2740.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>And since I mentioned summer blooms, we made a trip to Pennsylvania to see the sunflowers. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatgJip6591ZqLCsu9J9GYbzZo1y3XMDPVgDVeryX6aL7tr88qyOAGwqiLSy59hmK5o3jbcLsDx_ZLrqZfr-owIe14AsGJ9SfLuYmfurKMn7S0fOf3B6INaYEmkCN9Yu6xbPzdC6XklYHKEkxi2UurqWuDeIMItn348T1nzA0iTKBXxtaRRwCoSNdiRRTG/s6000/IMG_3390.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatgJip6591ZqLCsu9J9GYbzZo1y3XMDPVgDVeryX6aL7tr88qyOAGwqiLSy59hmK5o3jbcLsDx_ZLrqZfr-owIe14AsGJ9SfLuYmfurKMn7S0fOf3B6INaYEmkCN9Yu6xbPzdC6XklYHKEkxi2UurqWuDeIMItn348T1nzA0iTKBXxtaRRwCoSNdiRRTG/w400-h266/IMG_3390.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>This field in Chambersburg is absolutely huge, spanning a vast number of acres and filling the field for nearly as far as you can see. Iāve visited several sunflower fields and this is far and away the largest Iāve personally seen. Wow!! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxrDwz6oAlUUiZCwC2mhtGFRGUC8-tE603w0sDUjUnZx4Mn0bTUxcIN4o0CzEfMmciAlmLLyxSEHtnL0gaqvXGFmvobX8R9DHxuIJHOaVuOqQKAZORnyJJFSSiJcauv5-cXy5sZFgfdOym9GVksKpq-2LNxZx3NM7gW5bVpPQyNNesyFWhm4AMIBw4jZ6/s5827/IMG_3433%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3885" data-original-width="5827" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxrDwz6oAlUUiZCwC2mhtGFRGUC8-tE603w0sDUjUnZx4Mn0bTUxcIN4o0CzEfMmciAlmLLyxSEHtnL0gaqvXGFmvobX8R9DHxuIJHOaVuOqQKAZORnyJJFSSiJcauv5-cXy5sZFgfdOym9GVksKpq-2LNxZx3NM7gW5bVpPQyNNesyFWhm4AMIBw4jZ6/w400-h266/IMG_3433%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGSMuGlSB9zVWITU8bsswqhMBicVuB6iTmT_VnPBFqAza3cNjzNKIzcSqMBQ8CZe8n-DH_p1VZOFYv8jxJHu3mPpQ4_4AUqjpyzi2MnRU4PObXPaxoMcpbELz_PDP3LUwYL47qdD6QXKl1IHtoDAg-cDqrmE5bhp3XY8JKM_IFPLnDYKG4ZiLxY3h_P1_/s6000/IMG_3429.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGSMuGlSB9zVWITU8bsswqhMBicVuB6iTmT_VnPBFqAza3cNjzNKIzcSqMBQ8CZe8n-DH_p1VZOFYv8jxJHu3mPpQ4_4AUqjpyzi2MnRU4PObXPaxoMcpbELz_PDP3LUwYL47qdD6QXKl1IHtoDAg-cDqrmE5bhp3XY8JKM_IFPLnDYKG4ZiLxY3h_P1_/w400-h266/IMG_3429.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Most of the fields don't allow you to bring your dogs, but this one did, and so we took Milo with us. </span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL0pLaOClvqr4Ch-08IT84PwDtbTddPl7PMFcdUgZeuXtixfdtIrk5Y4I1e2aVa6dLDegZPfUCdLXYjhseGKGiK30EXPcDkz8dLVGbn6hMci5Nl118T56uTnP5tmXWmUYNbMaQGHffxi7chirm8qaM861thOZuYjNwlx6uiaaHsygve68WUOjFYN85Ieg/s6000/IMG_3436.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL0pLaOClvqr4Ch-08IT84PwDtbTddPl7PMFcdUgZeuXtixfdtIrk5Y4I1e2aVa6dLDegZPfUCdLXYjhseGKGiK30EXPcDkz8dLVGbn6hMci5Nl118T56uTnP5tmXWmUYNbMaQGHffxi7chirm8qaM861thOZuYjNwlx6uiaaHsygve68WUOjFYN85Ieg/w400-h266/IMG_3436.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>He didn't really care about the sunflowers, but he really loved all the smells and the people he got to meet.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgor6c8HshhOTUMFqdW2GGA-pNysuo1Mo98Vr3liL_FtQynmqV3t0Kc05VM63z8qvsZOyIegIGWEV6km5ZCqrPlovyjPolyUGNRWfcpUORHcm9lgdwWK0_hkld5Uz877YQZcGNJ_nBCgnhi8Yrqc7yjPRinHv981DB3WbP3p5p6n76NDWJ9oP1uAOnpriRQ/s5320/milowsunflowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3547" data-original-width="5320" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgor6c8HshhOTUMFqdW2GGA-pNysuo1Mo98Vr3liL_FtQynmqV3t0Kc05VM63z8qvsZOyIegIGWEV6km5ZCqrPlovyjPolyUGNRWfcpUORHcm9lgdwWK0_hkld5Uz877YQZcGNJ_nBCgnhi8Yrqc7yjPRinHv981DB3WbP3p5p6n76NDWJ9oP1uAOnpriRQ/w400-h266/milowsunflowers.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a really hot morning, but despite the sweltering heat, there is no place like a field of sunflowers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkxo5_e5fGkU64WRHMH9udsm4_3dkD9l01WB-90nab0_Ftj_zmI2NzYTo6LACntYi5FOnxw_-clUfJPqHnimwGPLCPkRjqdxiKS0Cho-4Y_2sVkz4qfg2sae5jrNi3835QkAZhbi6ZVnzdbIYKaDdOEeob8jy8IdQ1d-heQbbJuuyVTpc74LPifsYIjzS/s4778/sunflower2023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="4778" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkxo5_e5fGkU64WRHMH9udsm4_3dkD9l01WB-90nab0_Ftj_zmI2NzYTo6LACntYi5FOnxw_-clUfJPqHnimwGPLCPkRjqdxiKS0Cho-4Y_2sVkz4qfg2sae5jrNi3835QkAZhbi6ZVnzdbIYKaDdOEeob8jy8IdQ1d-heQbbJuuyVTpc74LPifsYIjzS/w400-h335/sunflower2023.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-92128156574630964562023-09-02T10:45:00.001-04:002023-09-02T10:58:53.739-04:00Me, Iva and the Cosmos <p>Weekends have been busy for us. A recent Saturday was spent taking Iva to meet a perspective family that had applied specifically to adopt her. The rescue that I foster for requires home visits, and their home visit didn't exactly paint a glowing picture of them for several reasons. With that, and their living more than a 2 hours drive from us, it left me reluctant to even consider them. But I decided to give them a chance. </p><p>With my brother in tow, we met halfway in the town of Culpeper Virginia. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRIdGtsUIJ1v4_hbwI9y3r8vVFzwBAMWGaePODpYslwilyZJm4EKoJlbFtBTwPXtnWGgfeuEBTMYzzaA2fD7G8yFk8M6G4gCCijBZvnpOmk8OGeaNMsvSU8JioSr6Ggu2d0r1E50GlT8uFDno-xyNQe6F_ITGvu7AFVR_RaOzw_czJ12Z8xfQbgNQyGnz/s1280/Downtown_Culpeper,_VA_IMG_4307.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRIdGtsUIJ1v4_hbwI9y3r8vVFzwBAMWGaePODpYslwilyZJm4EKoJlbFtBTwPXtnWGgfeuEBTMYzzaA2fD7G8yFk8M6G4gCCijBZvnpOmk8OGeaNMsvSU8JioSr6Ggu2d0r1E50GlT8uFDno-xyNQe6F_ITGvu7AFVR_RaOzw_czJ12Z8xfQbgNQyGnz/w400-h300/Downtown_Culpeper,_VA_IMG_4307.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Family of Four</i>, was a retired Dad who is home most of the time, Mom was still working, and they have a 10 year old and college age daughters - And a Golden Retriever named Pockets that like Iva, was about 8 years old. We had several things in common and being a big believer in cosmic forces, I thought maybe the cosmos was bringing us together. I found myself liking them for those reasons and as we chatted, in my mind I was putting together just how this could maybe work. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_odBcx9QASIELsiZh5iXN6v5JpJ352T3LVTBUseM4X5kLykhng-q6hBxdPZ_ChOuhSB_kmcDq7avE1ErJmd-lIQNYr1c19Ac0xJ1a7nl7v9mq5o3QKwaa4IPtN5Hd3dRBi4C9nUQQJC0XiygdhDEzVqyY547zzBa1e1MCGuf1gbxOlINx1w0EeGkHbPM/s4932/IMG_3036.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3288" data-original-width="4932" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_odBcx9QASIELsiZh5iXN6v5JpJ352T3LVTBUseM4X5kLykhng-q6hBxdPZ_ChOuhSB_kmcDq7avE1ErJmd-lIQNYr1c19Ac0xJ1a7nl7v9mq5o3QKwaa4IPtN5Hd3dRBi4C9nUQQJC0XiygdhDEzVqyY547zzBa1e1MCGuf1gbxOlINx1w0EeGkHbPM/w400-h266/IMG_3036.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>The visit wasn't exactly perfect. <i>Working Mom</i> was a little critical of a few things about Iva - which made me a little critical of them - And when <i>Working Mom</i> kept examining Iva's coat, specifically around her tail and neck - I knew what she was looking for, and I blurted out that "<i>Iva doesn't have fleas."</i> <i>Working Mom </i>seemed a bit embarrassed, and stopped what she was doing. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlkckxJknRLVWUwr-Iw0kA6Ctj9V90xi-X5WuxRczaM1TtXgZXy9Fa0XEHZgymQGTABUGz2UC3sLMmagU2IXFOG_KkRAkdYGyqLSyPUbXnmoDpog3wddWKa5GMraFl0rLjo_v4Fa_xee7ATPpFQp0hmUkPfMskQz2spXicXNUyPOKobOF9mx--DfkVClf/s2016/ivagoinghomeculpeper.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlkckxJknRLVWUwr-Iw0kA6Ctj9V90xi-X5WuxRczaM1TtXgZXy9Fa0XEHZgymQGTABUGz2UC3sLMmagU2IXFOG_KkRAkdYGyqLSyPUbXnmoDpog3wddWKa5GMraFl0rLjo_v4Fa_xee7ATPpFQp0hmUkPfMskQz2spXicXNUyPOKobOF9mx--DfkVClf/w360-h640/ivagoinghomeculpeper.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Iva~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Despite that and a few other things, as you can probably tell, I wasn't sure about them. But I was really trying to hang onto what the cosmos <u>must have</u> been trying to tell me; that they were the family for Iva -- It helped that Iva seemed to like <i>School Age Girl</i>, and I thought that she seemed okay with<i> Retired Dad</i> and their dog Pockets. <i>Family of Four</i> pushed me on making my decision right then, but I promised them I'd get back to them in a few days - <i>School Age Girl</i> told me that after our visit they were going to go buy toys for Iva. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-kRYWlB9QVGs0WGTkiZjxMVr1skyliMIBrhsbAZqxIMm_oOlMHe6ITA-bsTpMMkcBUnz8emarnq9fKZZKXzKGR4Rln6y6Z4-OjA-xAsIteeBLvnWUl7N16OxBRxi5FveJYbKZNrXGpqEMXpOUuZmGxpCLn32OdTVQT6_ueRwAjHCWHeWQRx_JslVIWYm/s1317/ivaridingalong%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1317" data-original-width="988" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-kRYWlB9QVGs0WGTkiZjxMVr1skyliMIBrhsbAZqxIMm_oOlMHe6ITA-bsTpMMkcBUnz8emarnq9fKZZKXzKGR4Rln6y6Z4-OjA-xAsIteeBLvnWUl7N16OxBRxi5FveJYbKZNrXGpqEMXpOUuZmGxpCLn32OdTVQT6_ueRwAjHCWHeWQRx_JslVIWYm/w480-h640/ivaridingalong%20(2).jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~The Wind in Iva's Face, on our way home ~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>On our way home, I tormented my brother with all my thoughts and I just hoped that I'd have some clarity on the whole thing. And sure enough, it came from<i> Retired Dad</i> in a text message BEFORE we even got home. It said:</div><p></p><blockquote><p><i><b>Hello Kim, Iva is a real sweetheart. We enjoyed meeting her.</b></i></p><p><i><b>But we think she may not fit into our family. We are concerned about her age and longevity. We couldn't handle losing a family member like her for a long time. </b></i></p><p><i><b>Thank you for introducing her to us, I'm sorry it didn't work out.</b></i></p><p><i><b>Chris</b></i></p></blockquote><p></p><p><i><b>What??!! </b></i>Well, okay, whatever, and thank-you cosmos for giving me the answer I needed. But can I add what a ridiculous reason this was? Only because Iva's age is of course mentioned in her write up, so it was and is no secret that she's 8 years old. And anyone who makes an issue about not wanting to adopt a dog because of their age, never scores any 'points' with me. </p><p>But it doesn't end there. I missed a call from <i>Working Mom </i>whose voicemail said that they'd changed their minds, and were again interested in adopting Iva.<i> </i>If age was an issue, Iva was then 3 days older, so what changed? I'll never know, because I didn't call them back. And I'm not going to. A friend said that things in the cosmos can sometimes backfire. I think that's what it did this time. But I'm still a believer in those cosmic forces. And what could be a better reminder of that than this weeks last super blue moon until 2037. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7lNodJSTMsvTCEggFr70qqJ5F-oU2xOstBEdwdAtECjY02RGpI8mNP2JCgb5JsIzJoYFNkmZ9f4Q4k3bU5o721PvY3VHcQozd-4CNy0UaD52IeiZL-nLNSK7CSkS49kFFgUi21eYX9fkzmDBIDsaV2rgj3PwEsTUtYrUrGycEvTg1k5gzALUsteJcXVxC/s960/bluemoonoverlville.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="960" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7lNodJSTMsvTCEggFr70qqJ5F-oU2xOstBEdwdAtECjY02RGpI8mNP2JCgb5JsIzJoYFNkmZ9f4Q4k3bU5o721PvY3VHcQozd-4CNy0UaD52IeiZL-nLNSK7CSkS49kFFgUi21eYX9fkzmDBIDsaV2rgj3PwEsTUtYrUrGycEvTg1k5gzALUsteJcXVxC/w400-h348/bluemoonoverlville.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~The Super Blue Moon over our house~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-66960755408533008612023-08-20T22:53:00.001-04:002023-08-20T22:53:53.982-04:00Outside and Inside <p>Every day when Carl gets home from work, he lets the dogs out and Jack always sits and waits at the bottom of the steps for him to come out and throw a ball for him. He never moves from that spot, and that hopeful look of anticipation on his face never changes. He's now about 14 years old, and arthritis has really slowed him down. Except when it comes to games of ball, Jack still wants to play like he's a puppy again. Of course we don't let him play like one, but he doesn't care, he just loves the game, however long it lasts. That's what it's all about. <i> How I love that Lab heart and spirit!! </i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCyVXeYsPds6jf85qmeJuNVciy1MlTNBnV_SXCDaQhErWI2aYcHzb1u84DM980I4_gQ_C420OP2_35NMzTC44s7rs-tL5DRBxq7yo3q-Ye6G9X1TxhpXmdxjrdlZTlJqVpZorJBeQ016184ZPTRJRLP76_ufYl2cPefc--Hbex8DsUpak1hUJkGzE6PtRv/s1685/jackwaitingoutside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1685" data-original-width="949" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCyVXeYsPds6jf85qmeJuNVciy1MlTNBnV_SXCDaQhErWI2aYcHzb1u84DM980I4_gQ_C420OP2_35NMzTC44s7rs-tL5DRBxq7yo3q-Ye6G9X1TxhpXmdxjrdlZTlJqVpZorJBeQ016184ZPTRJRLP76_ufYl2cPefc--Hbex8DsUpak1hUJkGzE6PtRv/w360-h640/jackwaitingoutside.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>That's what's happening on the outside. Inside, on the other side of the door, there's something else going on. It's Todd, waiting by the door for his turn to be let outside to play ball too. Who knew that a Scottish Terrier could be so patient? I think it's about the only time he is. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQirfujMXm1I6d4wd-Ulv6J7fdBv52GmBwpObxMW0ioJvRaT7N2_4xFt_cNp_UJdl50yHrNFrXOI3QEbcwoPMt8eJ_tRsGepmjWsqaXJWvg8Gs-iru4vhNMj5H5svuF3P02ohemg1SadN-bw0wRvBfncrVhDLWsmQC0nkCK63goZnsuR6PB3YlgmIMN32/s1781/todwaitinginside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1781" data-original-width="1367" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQirfujMXm1I6d4wd-Ulv6J7fdBv52GmBwpObxMW0ioJvRaT7N2_4xFt_cNp_UJdl50yHrNFrXOI3QEbcwoPMt8eJ_tRsGepmjWsqaXJWvg8Gs-iru4vhNMj5H5svuF3P02ohemg1SadN-bw0wRvBfncrVhDLWsmQC0nkCK63goZnsuR6PB3YlgmIMN32/w492-h640/todwaitinginside.jpg" width="492" /></a></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-46649425610364336172023-08-16T17:09:00.001-04:002023-08-16T17:17:33.335-04:00Marley - Part of the Pack<p>It has been a bit of a whirlwind since Marley arrived at Golden Pines. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixY9vA_MX7V_FZJFTVwm6MhmDkMpUSxsdFZMTM5V7O0plj5Oy3JNxPsRlYC8ylaTZxBAC5ZhG0xEfee20lAnCQe63w2BZSCDaHL6fCOfAs0jYO5gA02AvN5wesKJsAfovslGj-KFaVBaiqqLFAO1Bp7iOYwuekEkGp4ISFoqZun_VbHH8UxoLjS0VyILdd/s3632/IMG_3212aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3632" data-original-width="3341" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixY9vA_MX7V_FZJFTVwm6MhmDkMpUSxsdFZMTM5V7O0plj5Oy3JNxPsRlYC8ylaTZxBAC5ZhG0xEfee20lAnCQe63w2BZSCDaHL6fCOfAs0jYO5gA02AvN5wesKJsAfovslGj-KFaVBaiqqLFAO1Bp7iOYwuekEkGp4ISFoqZun_VbHH8UxoLjS0VyILdd/w368-h400/IMG_3212aa.jpg" width="368" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since Marley had not seen a vet in at least 5 years, our time with him began with a needed vet appointment that included updating his vaccines, all senior bloodwork, aspirates from several large lumps, and a few other tests in between. </div><p>The results were a bit of a mixed bag. The good news, was that Marley was negative for heartworm and other tests had pretty good results too. Unfortunately he did test positive for lyme disease and anaplasmosis -- Both are tick borne illnesses. Marley is now on an antibiotic for a month. </p><p>Another concern I had from the very start were Marley's eyes that were really goopy and very red. The vet records that came with Marley mentioned this as a chronic issue that was never treated. A test showed that he's not producing any tears, meaning his eyes are very dry. The vet gave me a lubricant for them, but unfortunately it didn't really help. I was also pretty sure in watching Marley that couldn't see that well. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvmSU7ivvfyuCOYG53RXcFuHRl2TudtpNqXf9gfb6ebgmUE5wIM3Knxs0ynBYCvPpJPwQUXmoKkEtjh0W8qLqIodzHnYtGm64g8g7s_YprXBYq9vAO-qQj68vgchH7ZFfD5ERlS2eZi1jcxmW4YvnrZ88uAal4o4Q3EOWd44m6-_WfAushcpWgseXcUWj/s2016/marleyseyes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvmSU7ivvfyuCOYG53RXcFuHRl2TudtpNqXf9gfb6ebgmUE5wIM3Knxs0ynBYCvPpJPwQUXmoKkEtjh0W8qLqIodzHnYtGm64g8g7s_YprXBYq9vAO-qQj68vgchH7ZFfD5ERlS2eZi1jcxmW4YvnrZ88uAal4o4Q3EOWd44m6-_WfAushcpWgseXcUWj/w225-h400/marleyseyes.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p>So, on Monday we were off to the ophthalmologist. Marley's chronic dry eyes has caused a lot of scar tissue that has damaged his eyes, and unfortunately it limits his eyesight. So, we've started a prescription eye medication that he will have to be on for the rest of his life. The good news is that it will help his eyes to feel better, and may in time, restore some of his lost vision. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8PBJ36nfKkQOvL4rVjg6bFmvixQmEoYZxrdXlaJKitiJEoIH0gq4rReoSXW7m8UsjXfL4XDUbPe3T0P49MIVKMjzzYPyVgPur291glHNJmlXhvq31OT1hclVgkRtRq2lPxpNBTX5YIWUvyEsONir8y6ANuzqkCA4Hq-I2Ur_30NyeDKKC5Tr_dl6RF5n2/s2048/marleygoinghomehopecntr.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8PBJ36nfKkQOvL4rVjg6bFmvixQmEoYZxrdXlaJKitiJEoIH0gq4rReoSXW7m8UsjXfL4XDUbPe3T0P49MIVKMjzzYPyVgPur291glHNJmlXhvq31OT1hclVgkRtRq2lPxpNBTX5YIWUvyEsONir8y6ANuzqkCA4Hq-I2Ur_30NyeDKKC5Tr_dl6RF5n2/w360-h640/marleygoinghomehopecntr.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~A tired Marley on the way home from the Ophthalmologist~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Despite that Marley probably doesn't feel all that well, he is the quintessential Golden Retriever! He is easy going, and has let us know that he thinks that treats and mealtime are the best part of the day -- And I think best of all is that he gets along really well with his new packmates. <i>Always a relief!</i> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmDvCFAKc2Ym8y6tx_wpSRAuiG30tr-GYge2bvn4bulPzYryklGydLFuzJtSrhpXHanSYct7Y9rl8rKB5f7BaxrLFTYJjUZ2YBAWu_Nca48elY47XwxWYs0aekLdQJCsWxpEhRlJMXPI_SWqF_VBR20vQGsfOF7PtdcYsBsAJ8PcHr43FzQV731egPbBw/s2016/marleyontheporch.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmDvCFAKc2Ym8y6tx_wpSRAuiG30tr-GYge2bvn4bulPzYryklGydLFuzJtSrhpXHanSYct7Y9rl8rKB5f7BaxrLFTYJjUZ2YBAWu_Nca48elY47XwxWYs0aekLdQJCsWxpEhRlJMXPI_SWqF_VBR20vQGsfOF7PtdcYsBsAJ8PcHr43FzQV731egPbBw/w360-h640/marleyontheporch.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~On the front porch~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>We're grateful that Marley found his way to the rescue and onto us. He quickly found a place in our hearts and we love having him as part of our life! </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQ-pTj2yGcE9i50IEnVmO756qCPqvWXoXsBWF3z2bYGTmbbQEW83V30S29mLAssLWLJiBA-O_v-EddxieprwH00v5I3YDmYHN9Dfx2Du3-0oueCq08kOnRiyN498bgg04jD7SS2HbltxDdF1egrtD5oQmVyFg4FznRBRFBfo3cO6mmoA0iQV_av6fr-E5/s2016/marleyandmilo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="2016" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQ-pTj2yGcE9i50IEnVmO756qCPqvWXoXsBWF3z2bYGTmbbQEW83V30S29mLAssLWLJiBA-O_v-EddxieprwH00v5I3YDmYHN9Dfx2Du3-0oueCq08kOnRiyN498bgg04jD7SS2HbltxDdF1egrtD5oQmVyFg4FznRBRFBfo3cO6mmoA0iQV_av6fr-E5/w401-h226/marleyandmilo.jpg" width="401" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Milo and Marley~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>And I'm also grateful that he's getting the medical care that he needs because I know it will make a difference for him. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYPrME0BsahXpjusLwjplH_HaBRpOT6Z5a2_KCTfclijZWmmyJ-gS5smXdKHHf1xFoNP-a_r8W1EIWc3BvyLHMBby2iXlKKUSZchNIqocIViyFc77lGjpxDdl_14ZIm0b7FXslDyw5YqxkcuqxubxMIJ6jixV6aCL7dncYIxcKcgAm415wmGfKqhqAtGa8/s1428/marleysmiling22a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1428" data-original-width="1134" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYPrME0BsahXpjusLwjplH_HaBRpOT6Z5a2_KCTfclijZWmmyJ-gS5smXdKHHf1xFoNP-a_r8W1EIWc3BvyLHMBby2iXlKKUSZchNIqocIViyFc77lGjpxDdl_14ZIm0b7FXslDyw5YqxkcuqxubxMIJ6jixV6aCL7dncYIxcKcgAm415wmGfKqhqAtGa8/w318-h400/marleysmiling22a.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-24717850587773862932023-07-30T12:35:00.002-04:002023-07-30T12:52:43.551-04:00A Rescue Story <p>You may recall that on Thursday's I take the calls for Lab Rescue, from the 'owner give up line.' A few weeks ago I got a call from a Realtor who had come upon 2 Labs being kept outside in a 5 x 8 pen. He described the conditions as deplorable, and used similar words to describe their owner. With the heat, <i>Mr. Realtor </i>felt that it was a dire situation for the pair, and he asked the owner to give the two dogs, named Gunnar and Lucy to him. Of course he wouldn't. Money talks.<i> Mr. Realtor</i> ended up buying the pair from him - For how much, I've no idea. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhct-hoRhOW6XP1pho8kH4yuvPapzbSWCWdYyXu9gqHDXtuaH4yB28XP5qQSRJSDeMze9xB4jXkDRl2-BhHn44hbUajWxSu2Frs3kiiJguVMM5F2njsWv661BjB53S0lb700dbEMy6BjZQ-i1QG8l6WwdZ2KAgaePxCYdprqGSoVjEvt_uCbYKkBvYqxmNn/s640/lucy1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhct-hoRhOW6XP1pho8kH4yuvPapzbSWCWdYyXu9gqHDXtuaH4yB28XP5qQSRJSDeMze9xB4jXkDRl2-BhHn44hbUajWxSu2Frs3kiiJguVMM5F2njsWv661BjB53S0lb700dbEMy6BjZQ-i1QG8l6WwdZ2KAgaePxCYdprqGSoVjEvt_uCbYKkBvYqxmNn/w300-h400/lucy1.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Lucy~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p><i>Mr. Realtor</i> immediately took them to his vet, and they were given check ups, bathed, nails trimmed, and appropriate vaccines were given ... It was also discovered that Lucy was expecting puppies in a couple of weeks. Not sure of what to do next, <i>Mr. Realtor</i> called Lab Rescue - And I returned his call. </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP0GCPsxweVSXoP6Tw2XZXyfbOtSU_Sb5JbI4ykuE6TC1JxRmGckouQlkE5FnBAa0oERbcxJbmjphbXarIcMCI-7t0BL_905pQMuf-v6pCbHZCV7hb9SxVmsO2LpadWRb3gPqUNrcgYYOyel__xmjoNjvwMcz2ss_OTSg_KOf1Qbmyu1tZbwxjg16YO3Y/s768/gunnarlucy2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="768" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP0GCPsxweVSXoP6Tw2XZXyfbOtSU_Sb5JbI4ykuE6TC1JxRmGckouQlkE5FnBAa0oERbcxJbmjphbXarIcMCI-7t0BL_905pQMuf-v6pCbHZCV7hb9SxVmsO2LpadWRb3gPqUNrcgYYOyel__xmjoNjvwMcz2ss_OTSg_KOf1Qbmyu1tZbwxjg16YO3Y/w400-h275/gunnarlucy2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Gunnar~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><i>**I will add here that my role in answering 'the owner give up line,' is return all calls and to decide if Lab Rescue is right for a particular dog -- I get photos and ask about 2 pages worth of questions covering everything from favorite treats to last vet visit. All that information is put into a report that I send to a coordinator who gathers any vet records, and arranges boarding with vets offices and other coordinators for the dogs to come in to the rescue. I tell the owners it may take 4-6 weeks. Dogs in shelters have priority over dogs being given up from owners. </i><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-V41N8aiisg6pIg9JYrDQSK4RFJXir-4VaKv_fr-Z7KJx3TlXd2ui7En-MS-NAwgMNKQHruX9JI-4-6-DP7r2pUPj7XVQTVIND356lqX_0JA0uBrhVQkE0tV7-Ee_HE8elcs2a5CeHOrn5SjhgCfVj-dgh7cl88OE0RGY-3vSJ7uNiJUSZbClGFgmJ2hr/s360/gunnarlucy3a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="219" data-original-width="360" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-V41N8aiisg6pIg9JYrDQSK4RFJXir-4VaKv_fr-Z7KJx3TlXd2ui7En-MS-NAwgMNKQHruX9JI-4-6-DP7r2pUPj7XVQTVIND356lqX_0JA0uBrhVQkE0tV7-Ee_HE8elcs2a5CeHOrn5SjhgCfVj-dgh7cl88OE0RGY-3vSJ7uNiJUSZbClGFgmJ2hr/w400-h244/gunnarlucy3a.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Gunnar, left and Lucy on the right~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>But, back to my story .... I explained to <i>Mr. Realtor </i>what my volunteer role was. I told him that my coordinator was out of town, and a weekend was coming up, and even though I knew boarding space was a premium, I would do my best and add an 'urgent' to my report. Which I did do - I sent everything to the medical and foster home coordinators that typically don't work on the weekends. </p><p>Meanwhile, <i>Mr. Realtor</i> assured me that he could manage having Gunnar and Lucy at his home, where he has a cattle dog, a geriatric German Shepherd, and a Lab mix. </p><p>At first, <i>Mr. Realtor</i> seemed to have everything under control. The text messages were positive, and I was optimistic that time was on our side. <i>Mr. Realtor</i> even sent me a video of the pair. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hFUYzzN5ECU" width="320" youtube-src-id="hFUYzzN5ECU"></iframe></div><p>But unfortunately <i>Mr. Realtor</i> quickly realized he was in over his head because his dogs were not accepting of Gunnar and Lucy. He told me he thought he could keep them all separated and safe. I'm still not sure if or how he did it. All I know is that I got the below text on Sunday afternoon. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio83y_UmZXde1xyFuTwgkc3Z0RD0w9-7vPCHB4vutXxqC9IFckeue_gBR0ov4sFE0mpsmW8BEVo7oIB_-E69QYu1MXbs4wy70xM7Pw2B7Wcs_aI_mDcM3Rfvx8R2fD0O1CIkLJ4kAmeDeDx9fwGg41aG3if4YzAyFP4dLv50lsAJhJaJU0qBpxULCLlDbu/s1080/gunnarlucytexta.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="1080" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio83y_UmZXde1xyFuTwgkc3Z0RD0w9-7vPCHB4vutXxqC9IFckeue_gBR0ov4sFE0mpsmW8BEVo7oIB_-E69QYu1MXbs4wy70xM7Pw2B7Wcs_aI_mDcM3Rfvx8R2fD0O1CIkLJ4kAmeDeDx9fwGg41aG3if4YzAyFP4dLv50lsAJhJaJU0qBpxULCLlDbu/w400-h223/gunnarlucytexta.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p>I'll admit I had a moment of panic thinking about 2 dogs coming to our house - And one of them expecting puppies - It sent this whole situation to a whole other level. I was able to talk <i>Mr. Realtor</i> through everything and calm his worries and concerns because I knew behind the scenes it was already being worked on. </p><p>Thankfully on Monday, the coordinator was able to arrange for Gunnar to be both boarded and neutered, and she found a foster home for him too. </p><p>The Foster Home Coordinator also found a foster home for Lucy - one that specifically takes expectant Mom's and their puppies. </p><p>The pieces truly all came together. I could not have been happier or more relieved. And it was just in time. Lucy arrived at her foster home on Tuesday and on Friday she gave birth to 9 puppies. It was a very rough labor for Lucy and three pups were stillborn - she finished having her little ones at vets office because she was having such a hard time. </p><p>We are all sad that 3 little ones were lost. But the thought of Lucy giving birth outside in the heat, and needing vet care during the delivery would have probably meant more would not have survived. Perhaps not even Lucy. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZIRa3OG7tQ-d9GR3dZU6yBUBYit_b68UxvosR_fmuZdDoDMblU8CpcpTK3DQCU1ciVWGYcccm6ETUVJQqFk2WBfyfZEEqO7Tu5hE9p10lRpvnYu4NxhqPMEzjEToKT7VRqcZtvvQBq2MXRCrr55pp_jc-YTyieyiUQDaKzOEMSR2h05ghAWj-mJz9ine/s640/lucypuppies1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZIRa3OG7tQ-d9GR3dZU6yBUBYit_b68UxvosR_fmuZdDoDMblU8CpcpTK3DQCU1ciVWGYcccm6ETUVJQqFk2WBfyfZEEqO7Tu5hE9p10lRpvnYu4NxhqPMEzjEToKT7VRqcZtvvQBq2MXRCrr55pp_jc-YTyieyiUQDaKzOEMSR2h05ghAWj-mJz9ine/w400-h300/lucypuppies1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>But thankfully and gratefully, Lucy has six healthy puppies and I'm told that she is being a great mom! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Q7RzqsoFUDEkGoXVoyU8fs2mQK5-e_TfiQJTvhIJ0KeSWbitaWmtxc8IElVV4wUk15nKQVoo3H3IFqUOiwTt9v-NC5cH_ZQi7pd23Tf4Oi4tm8DGGIsBqd94z4-2XuCOYN6PKIiT1CTbQ9HOx6gLvFwvwiRb-PVTlDL1jSqESAqU1FbDWtphh8CA_Ivs/s1440/lucypuppies2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1440" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Q7RzqsoFUDEkGoXVoyU8fs2mQK5-e_TfiQJTvhIJ0KeSWbitaWmtxc8IElVV4wUk15nKQVoo3H3IFqUOiwTt9v-NC5cH_ZQi7pd23Tf4Oi4tm8DGGIsBqd94z4-2XuCOYN6PKIiT1CTbQ9HOx6gLvFwvwiRb-PVTlDL1jSqESAqU1FbDWtphh8CA_Ivs/w400-h272/lucypuppies2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>And Gunnar has already found a new forever home too. </p><p><br /></p><p>Eight lives have been saved. ā¤</p>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-76167616538439661832023-07-16T21:43:00.000-04:002023-07-16T21:43:05.280-04:00Marley Arrives at Golden Pines <p>Another busy weekend as today we welcomed a nearly 12 year old boy, named Marley to Golden Pines. Marley comes to us via the Golden Retriever Rescue. Marley belonged to a grown son, but unfortunately after returning home (which, I'm told is a story in itself) a younger brother found himself allergic to Marley. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5GJzFJi8OKeFf8KQcVirVu0ipPw75L6fTUe4a0pLNv_a-AyC8w2VWWQhboYg2Myf4_JlgxT2buiDoCbLe65jKNwvMmatCSIAQGwn68HZITQm-scAG4BCuqgdKWuJq2MONm-fDKHa0TijOaaYccw3Jz8t1fyS2mjyDsLAF5wM-K6pNf2L7eSt3kbsQCG4/s1576/marleyfirstday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1576" data-original-width="886" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5GJzFJi8OKeFf8KQcVirVu0ipPw75L6fTUe4a0pLNv_a-AyC8w2VWWQhboYg2Myf4_JlgxT2buiDoCbLe65jKNwvMmatCSIAQGwn68HZITQm-scAG4BCuqgdKWuJq2MONm-fDKHa0TijOaaYccw3Jz8t1fyS2mjyDsLAF5wM-K6pNf2L7eSt3kbsQCG4/w360-h640/marleyfirstday.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>Sometimes, as sad as it may be for a family to surrender their dog, their coming into a rescue can be a good thing for the dog. Marley's future was uncertain. For 5 years, he'd not seen a vet. And, as sad as I'm told it was for the son to say good bye to Marley, this last part of his life can and will be one where he's able to have the care and comfort that he should have at his respectable age. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsExswQR9oD6oK3UfJU-_ymcq8AC5g4Ut_kvTDXXtIlEJb1JpLQn2CkXyhjS8a-vhETtA5fw8qPzhCDQx0lswPbcDxybVMUQtI710mcaMZvj2fUOUtPlreMPFhh7JrCFjCIJX-z-3JSXl5ZLioP0hkGIzG5B6TjnztvbCiNKMtlrK3lfmmxy56bjrtrrU7/s6000/IMG_3160.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsExswQR9oD6oK3UfJU-_ymcq8AC5g4Ut_kvTDXXtIlEJb1JpLQn2CkXyhjS8a-vhETtA5fw8qPzhCDQx0lswPbcDxybVMUQtI710mcaMZvj2fUOUtPlreMPFhh7JrCFjCIJX-z-3JSXl5ZLioP0hkGIzG5B6TjnztvbCiNKMtlrK3lfmmxy56bjrtrrU7/w400-h266/IMG_3160.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Exploring the yard~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Marley has met most of his new packmates easily. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrnV5E7h_ZlSVgLyCvQH8m1iVdIAAxFwpirpUpD3N32TsmRMO_q61RQ4YddVxJDHOYmFIUqgyVmmlOdbVjVTEKVW6gQcfx0soyTByaOY58pknB_TvyM_LSKuHEKoVuKWA_oTfhXZIzFuVzKCFhQkWZM2FiklwK3L374rCMjgBAAZvLbbMTvSu-GbEoS70/s3974/IMG_3164.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2650" data-original-width="3974" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrnV5E7h_ZlSVgLyCvQH8m1iVdIAAxFwpirpUpD3N32TsmRMO_q61RQ4YddVxJDHOYmFIUqgyVmmlOdbVjVTEKVW6gQcfx0soyTByaOY58pknB_TvyM_LSKuHEKoVuKWA_oTfhXZIzFuVzKCFhQkWZM2FiklwK3L374rCMjgBAAZvLbbMTvSu-GbEoS70/w400-h266/IMG_3164.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Sharing a moment with Iva~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFqEDMw2Q_CS7c8K3A7ouUi7v9yIfi8xaY62h4BRegBw2AR50NCba20Zlsv6Kup1ZU_TS5ut1ieMyQviGVCxsZFXUZvG-ifBvEmahQ5H4BLqlF21ls70AYDl6dX4nfJOHrklohMseWg9wNVFkXdYghHlKsTlcaNrmGUKqF6FdBrr24di2o5b8FTMZrlZd/s3422/IMG_3169.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2282" data-original-width="3422" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFqEDMw2Q_CS7c8K3A7ouUi7v9yIfi8xaY62h4BRegBw2AR50NCba20Zlsv6Kup1ZU_TS5ut1ieMyQviGVCxsZFXUZvG-ifBvEmahQ5H4BLqlF21ls70AYDl6dX4nfJOHrklohMseWg9wNVFkXdYghHlKsTlcaNrmGUKqF6FdBrr24di2o5b8FTMZrlZd/w400-h266/IMG_3169.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>Intros to Todd and to Jack will come later. Marley only gets one chance to meet them both, and when it goes smoothly that usually guarantees that there won't be any problems between them. So, I always take it very, very slow - Probably too slow, but it's just how I do things. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>-Welcome Marley - </i></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XpWUWzhgvam-Dg_pqGgJIpEF8XN4JEDjmTq_Yfxknvtt2fyrq4R8igbm0wBtmA8y47o-mzfm-tWkHUhqNvM1oxYxCBDr2cJMhiFTJixCb2LrFMmAWgGBtkXFFq7XyyHSvVgx4w0pB2sClDO3E7IHa14sUMoBvyhLY6qXxq2L5BLLzsnGiuSlw670a-Yl/s4255/IMG_3202%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xLMdNw2HFC-tkGNBd753G290x-MNPBr5MGCsJKLRB6vfAqgLfxmW2VznUTBYqhHy-CmQMko6lypwUQPwPNlXriVQwQboWPkJJKONdDVR7J4aG4j8pqXNXyQ9iLXC_bSUN6bGih-uEyoIBrD8C8ab5Zr6ibs2FvX28HbPhLHBhje5nili2XDNuSev0Otv/w400-h266/IMG_3161.JPG" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><b>We're glad that you're here!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRCS33JI88XSyc3zYV6u0tbF3HasIhNy8U5_SubAlezJufPtIOkhRpjo-isv4lRB7O55Q5E9qsVL3pM2UEzb3R9XPfTEeN1-yQBrboSZId-dLjx4_-1LsXQmCLEJbyo4EKwn0aSGWTxfwdaLPjQzPo79uFEf-I669Dlg26xM0aBwe6_dBWwKXO2HOGwXC/s4255/IMG_3202%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2836" data-original-width="4255" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRCS33JI88XSyc3zYV6u0tbF3HasIhNy8U5_SubAlezJufPtIOkhRpjo-isv4lRB7O55Q5E9qsVL3pM2UEzb3R9XPfTEeN1-yQBrboSZId-dLjx4_-1LsXQmCLEJbyo4EKwn0aSGWTxfwdaLPjQzPo79uFEf-I669Dlg26xM0aBwe6_dBWwKXO2HOGwXC/w400-h266/IMG_3202%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><b>And we look forward to the chance to get to know you and love you too!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqNRvHw4vIT4ZtW_0_tScn88ax6nMDCEULKNHPW4hKNWSxl3TSn5MNvCTvEBBC13mPFRmTAgQVQ6Npq0kHd8Fvf9qER5WmzAglOFeuHzSSWn4QP_3-gALedVGuJ4zqQSvlpORMcC8wH388TBEtN_5NVwRth1lLX-pb_DvGAKxD4NJTPvEy9OKG7cTpgj1/s3267/IMG_3203%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2178" data-original-width="3267" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqNRvHw4vIT4ZtW_0_tScn88ax6nMDCEULKNHPW4hKNWSxl3TSn5MNvCTvEBBC13mPFRmTAgQVQ6Npq0kHd8Fvf9qER5WmzAglOFeuHzSSWn4QP_3-gALedVGuJ4zqQSvlpORMcC8wH388TBEtN_5NVwRth1lLX-pb_DvGAKxD4NJTPvEy9OKG7cTpgj1/w400-h266/IMG_3203%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>**A postscript to Carol (aka Coppa's Girl) -- </i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>I'm so sorry to read that you had return Amber to the rescue, and perhaps a 2nd one as well. As hard as it is, you are doing what is best for them. Just know that I'm cheering you on to find that right addition to your home - don't give up, I know you will find one another!! </i>ā¤</div></div></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-32379009713672597982023-07-14T18:21:00.000-04:002023-07-14T18:21:13.845-04:00Iva's Search Begins <p>We have cruised right to the middle of July. Summer is flying by. My little vegetable garden is just doing okay, flowers just okay too. The hot sun and probably my lack of attention is to blame. But that's all okay. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lcNL4auB1bv2063rQXG5bR4dlpXuC7BMCUmstT0qQY0q96_5ww_VNU5mtk_virrJq0Urut-oT6kTp76I4VAnRF83D0gz4iUt9aLyMqcAm3jXffiD27jcyIvmWP2Hw5ABYUQP-8Dz3w_vuEIi-YM0AAL5NIdF2vcnEYuhsFBiUs40OgYauiDjM9gprK4o/s1495/zinniasgrowing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1120" data-original-width="1495" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lcNL4auB1bv2063rQXG5bR4dlpXuC7BMCUmstT0qQY0q96_5ww_VNU5mtk_virrJq0Urut-oT6kTp76I4VAnRF83D0gz4iUt9aLyMqcAm3jXffiD27jcyIvmWP2Hw5ABYUQP-8Dz3w_vuEIi-YM0AAL5NIdF2vcnEYuhsFBiUs40OgYauiDjM9gprK4o/w400-h300/zinniasgrowing.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>The dogs are in good spirits. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7vMMMW8BoZo_DwLuQYO7PW-vxo9Wix1ql97flr_6uTWLwGuAVqvtHZFvNEcg8-xHeViKR6lWn5ned5TZ2RwE8kBGdF677vWzHqIXTE5251tJyeF7d6JI4BK9Ao3h2zuopehNlFGsfwo-nAcc6GVZMlR5KwPSDleWt7_5RmQX8xu3ivNGhen1zt3SA-ue/s6000/IMG_3060.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7vMMMW8BoZo_DwLuQYO7PW-vxo9Wix1ql97flr_6uTWLwGuAVqvtHZFvNEcg8-xHeViKR6lWn5ned5TZ2RwE8kBGdF677vWzHqIXTE5251tJyeF7d6JI4BK9Ao3h2zuopehNlFGsfwo-nAcc6GVZMlR5KwPSDleWt7_5RmQX8xu3ivNGhen1zt3SA-ue/w400-h266/IMG_3060.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Milo with Lily in the background~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Todd returned to Wholistic Vet for a follow up visit last week. He has had a few 'attacks' where breathing seemed a bit difficult for him -- But unlike it has been previously where his sinus is clogged and breathing is difficult for hours, any snorting, sneezing or coughing has lasted only for moments and is maybe occurring once or twice during the week.<i> knock, knock, knock on wood that it stays that way.</i></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QnKJfa5yi8O8roRxV1Rxsl5zISNjK1lTfzhnnZsrPB0R5ELf4NK2ficS7vlnpwNM5gMZiziLgZ7upCJV4VrTupkHbzLlRab0YqgXkf-guB3MSr-8uAzmOJ95U7HmqoBEN9FjjrNxmH5T4A6BKvSfSxC7L1ZnWfCYfJ6e2lcUjOtHqdoz6qGqvsOAlV1P/s2016/toddwaiting2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QnKJfa5yi8O8roRxV1Rxsl5zISNjK1lTfzhnnZsrPB0R5ELf4NK2ficS7vlnpwNM5gMZiziLgZ7upCJV4VrTupkHbzLlRab0YqgXkf-guB3MSr-8uAzmOJ95U7HmqoBEN9FjjrNxmH5T4A6BKvSfSxC7L1ZnWfCYfJ6e2lcUjOtHqdoz6qGqvsOAlV1P/w360-h640/toddwaiting2.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Waiting for Wholistic Vet~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>But this makes me and Wholistic Vet really optimistic and so we'll continue both the tincture and the Chinese herbs as I note that it was almost exactly a year ago the problems with Todd's sinus began. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_-TNdESlBkDBupafMRYMJ4V8TKEj-c6CxtDurE2xmMgdBLUqc91ImFk2AWjPN-JOn4vq7Xt_xYYkEy2BR4qfa3O7p9ra1vJcEXoUuYyTIb1WxfeTeahUwwcOb9DqZIEWVviN5_S7dDKJCC0YdbAFCIz4ItBsDPbldy_w7OH9oQyl6g1568xVzaFE1WJqw/s2048/wholisticvetfollowup.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_-TNdESlBkDBupafMRYMJ4V8TKEj-c6CxtDurE2xmMgdBLUqc91ImFk2AWjPN-JOn4vq7Xt_xYYkEy2BR4qfa3O7p9ra1vJcEXoUuYyTIb1WxfeTeahUwwcOb9DqZIEWVviN5_S7dDKJCC0YdbAFCIz4ItBsDPbldy_w7OH9oQyl6g1568xVzaFE1WJqw/w360-h640/wholisticvetfollowup.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">~<i><b>On the way home - A good once-over wears a Scottie out!~</b></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Our foster girl Iva is now available for adoption via the Golden Retriever Rescue. We've had a few calls, but no one that I think is a fit for her. Some of Iva's needs are specific, and I think are important for her to have. One is her having a fun companion like Milo, to play with. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWUavxFlB3_sGjNUaZWNugNAnURZXWu_VVpsMQeHFocCMiO4Os7hEjyIagreuS-fx-LGpdvRj1J0MbzjBlCB5a_I7Pc9-UK83PyAvuuBta6DJsfLCkDNGg_Q7qM6XkdsIvHZUmc7MpemZWpwsVhYquISP1Tf2khjRWFVlvzuyuoTyQNKs3rea0h9cWlFI/s3660/ivaplusmiloplay.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3030" data-original-width="3660" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWUavxFlB3_sGjNUaZWNugNAnURZXWu_VVpsMQeHFocCMiO4Os7hEjyIagreuS-fx-LGpdvRj1J0MbzjBlCB5a_I7Pc9-UK83PyAvuuBta6DJsfLCkDNGg_Q7qM6XkdsIvHZUmc7MpemZWpwsVhYquISP1Tf2khjRWFVlvzuyuoTyQNKs3rea0h9cWlFI/w400-h331/ivaplusmiloplay.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>And Iva requires a home with very few steps. Iva had a broken shoulder previously to coming into the rescue, and this old injury has left her with limited range of motion. She can manage a few stairs, but looses momentum on bigger flights. We'll see where all this takes this fun and energetic girl that we are very fond of. ā¤</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhRdeiRyiWd2_UimpwLP5m7qrEbCxqIYl-joWBjf8glrOaxOYlFH42F-kTp-kdWtwcU7NCjqiVMhNZVcMF3AXCXV60R1zXTfG7PY0DvAtneaMtkAjpklxoUB6pZNPlGnJm4jIktp1dUXwJ8pkeEkGGswUqGYDot130HQLYwE7mxX4KZetj8YaCIeN5Rqa/s3758/IVAJULY1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3549" data-original-width="3758" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhRdeiRyiWd2_UimpwLP5m7qrEbCxqIYl-joWBjf8glrOaxOYlFH42F-kTp-kdWtwcU7NCjqiVMhNZVcMF3AXCXV60R1zXTfG7PY0DvAtneaMtkAjpklxoUB6pZNPlGnJm4jIktp1dUXwJ8pkeEkGGswUqGYDot130HQLYwE7mxX4KZetj8YaCIeN5Rqa/w400-h378/IVAJULY1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><i>Finally, I'll also add these collages I did of Iva for the rescue - Seeing her every day, it can be hard to really notice her changes, until I put photos of her now, next to older ones. What a difference! </i></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDCPxtDaE74CM008GB-BAGYSDCSz1CyzNJ-0NOzkdr2tvrLf0lcA_4sHDLPtRmBV5slf5xUTTRbHX5pY_3IwfSQiTDmt98zWpvr9hqUIbsIxXfQ14YthD1xCMyhweoX71KG7WFHmhoZrZMNEqSLK7fXnQ9YYAEUQxSNn_lV7-1asmtYwBqxoacm-h2Y92/s1640/ivasecondcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="1640" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDCPxtDaE74CM008GB-BAGYSDCSz1CyzNJ-0NOzkdr2tvrLf0lcA_4sHDLPtRmBV5slf5xUTTRbHX5pY_3IwfSQiTDmt98zWpvr9hqUIbsIxXfQ14YthD1xCMyhweoX71KG7WFHmhoZrZMNEqSLK7fXnQ9YYAEUQxSNn_lV7-1asmtYwBqxoacm-h2Y92/w400-h225/ivasecondcollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">~<b><i>Iva - On the left, the day we met her in November - On the right, taken June 30th ~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><i>Below, Iva in June and early March</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO21oKlDOa-8m-lDX_EG_PWDU8wpNdGDz04vL15rTslplyNgXiid5zcdUxikS9IIl6YTksU-U7fKwUq5o1G_4PpXmRA4sTr_etFJ17EYuL52_Mbit2LgM-7bc5Mako5t2bomw1mEeiaScdFQcSOshCqqrFwhf9fYQ3ixeCLdkHYjlMGVJrH36P2agp1EXv/s1640/ivathenandnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="1640" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO21oKlDOa-8m-lDX_EG_PWDU8wpNdGDz04vL15rTslplyNgXiid5zcdUxikS9IIl6YTksU-U7fKwUq5o1G_4PpXmRA4sTr_etFJ17EYuL52_Mbit2LgM-7bc5Mako5t2bomw1mEeiaScdFQcSOshCqqrFwhf9fYQ3ixeCLdkHYjlMGVJrH36P2agp1EXv/w400-h225/ivathenandnow.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-73923546672259657712023-06-18T16:03:00.003-04:002023-06-18T16:07:38.163-04:00One Thing I Did <p>Todd has certainly been in the spotlight at our house lately, and I remain optimistic and hopeful about the direction and treatment I've chosen for him. Unfortunately we won't know if the Chinese herb and tincture is working until it doesn't. Time will tell. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkgBiHsXcA9R_0Ngm0M0kxYZKbG17f08ftPFejg5EC8SIqzSHRgdfrDoZquKR7YbIuQpsBl5BV3QQ0zz28IaNT0w3LFNJFo7esYBTgEd17fc2xR9aSMoxz7atZFNOLsxcnndh3zWjbR1RSJ9QbanN7CBSRTi6PUegp7QI2AeJSTKCREpZsBGa5L7_6Q/s2016/toddporchjune1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="2016" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkgBiHsXcA9R_0Ngm0M0kxYZKbG17f08ftPFejg5EC8SIqzSHRgdfrDoZquKR7YbIuQpsBl5BV3QQ0zz28IaNT0w3LFNJFo7esYBTgEd17fc2xR9aSMoxz7atZFNOLsxcnndh3zWjbR1RSJ9QbanN7CBSRTi6PUegp7QI2AeJSTKCREpZsBGa5L7_6Q/w400-h225/toddporchjune1.png" width="400" /></a></div><p>In between vet visits and work, I carved out time to do a few other things. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBEpc4QG4ACMWKht71iF5mg4d1Ozj6zWoSvfeE4ttVgc_qh4DSiosGDcP9SU7iec127I-AQ4rOXHWHxgC9DUUWDTQso7gvWTdiGxFa-VqdvmuR4s2DT0CVdrhniC8khc8EHmQ5Y1OHvx75Kgww6BbBRK5OSocrR7-rn3mw9fYQCJjFJTiUB3P4AjDHw/s2048/kitchenkettle1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBEpc4QG4ACMWKht71iF5mg4d1Ozj6zWoSvfeE4ttVgc_qh4DSiosGDcP9SU7iec127I-AQ4rOXHWHxgC9DUUWDTQso7gvWTdiGxFa-VqdvmuR4s2DT0CVdrhniC8khc8EHmQ5Y1OHvx75Kgww6BbBRK5OSocrR7-rn3mw9fYQCJjFJTiUB3P4AjDHw/w400-h300/kitchenkettle1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>One thing I did in May was to go to Lancaster Pennsylvania. My long time friend, Sid lives there, and I've not seen her since before the pandemic. We became instant friends years ago when she was also a president of the neighboring Golden Retriever Rescue. She's now housebound and unable to drive, so it was good to spend the day with my friend. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2BVNohL0E24uPBe6qz9LJCwbJEn2CbReLbUordcyc--aJL2ro6jwcxQ9hSv_z3Xq94I4yM_js7ewskfqYpODZ5gYkf-JZRHRsNuIV0LlQaZVHjDOnOlenAWyhSJOMTnoRQoe0gtXUPM-Unc_TqDCRrTzt8puc6pNZ8KM_FTp_CPP4IPFM7tu0rf44g/s5415/IMG_2898.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3611" data-original-width="5415" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2BVNohL0E24uPBe6qz9LJCwbJEn2CbReLbUordcyc--aJL2ro6jwcxQ9hSv_z3Xq94I4yM_js7ewskfqYpODZ5gYkf-JZRHRsNuIV0LlQaZVHjDOnOlenAWyhSJOMTnoRQoe0gtXUPM-Unc_TqDCRrTzt8puc6pNZ8KM_FTp_CPP4IPFM7tu0rf44g/w400-h266/IMG_2898.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>I stayed in Lancaster for a couple of days and since I can't stay with my friend, I stayed in the nearby town of Intercourse (yes, that it's real name) in a popular spot called<i> Kitchen Kettle Village.</i> It's a walkable village of local crafts, quilters, and all other kinds of shops. My favorites are always the 'foodie shops.' Can you tell why? š</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGRgo8jfAyZK8d4iaf0dbWpO6ptVOqT1I_vXo6-HP8C6SWg4ub7mxXqCKfWAsAD8UvYS0anqHafQQdzo5atUxegxEq9_kNKHRgi-52ZkNPiqxQlca_yi87yTtdQvDBZJb3xqZlspsilYYJf0OEJsQu0psB2O7eUWgVV81h5BgbFE1J5y9qZMDmd84wA/s2016/kitchenkettle2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGRgo8jfAyZK8d4iaf0dbWpO6ptVOqT1I_vXo6-HP8C6SWg4ub7mxXqCKfWAsAD8UvYS0anqHafQQdzo5atUxegxEq9_kNKHRgi-52ZkNPiqxQlca_yi87yTtdQvDBZJb3xqZlspsilYYJf0OEJsQu0psB2O7eUWgVV81h5BgbFE1J5y9qZMDmd84wA/w300-h400/kitchenkettle2.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>But I stayed in one of the Inn's in the Kitchen Kettle Village, that was above one of the shops. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlkd3UGSUW-Zk4WdLQMJ7HZa6f-Sq10fm_dyMvR09xGN8apsoBOM8SsTRFu4bZkDF0X4sJMfF8g2Gtu6nyctIOyTOZ3at84_MGahLRRgIVSLHZ8MYogXWALlXhV6w7gUerUen7aYmcbsKvdZhK6Ke0dI6r_X8jOjgdM1cwZEGl9H6Z5Es5iJHLQVhUA/s6000/IMG_2796.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlkd3UGSUW-Zk4WdLQMJ7HZa6f-Sq10fm_dyMvR09xGN8apsoBOM8SsTRFu4bZkDF0X4sJMfF8g2Gtu6nyctIOyTOZ3at84_MGahLRRgIVSLHZ8MYogXWALlXhV6w7gUerUen7aYmcbsKvdZhK6Ke0dI6r_X8jOjgdM1cwZEGl9H6Z5Es5iJHLQVhUA/w400-h266/IMG_2796.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>With no elevator access to my room, the steps helped to ease any guilt I may have felt when I indulged in the local fare. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UjQXPJ-KPON4cBvVOcIlQYCmSPkRgbNxTQm8sX7PIoPGqy1Eqc-2OxWmV7b4M_LbftqgaY8WymbHwyDWrk1lBlJ9xDxwln7QT2B5x7f2m7iqqB0_cJKhomrmCccW7ozF7Qe-legDaqfjN-wgUUqEeT_F1fwnM8LqWvU6uv7Kw85DY67KKZ9mXHnIkA/s1955/lancastergoingup1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1955" data-original-width="1101" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UjQXPJ-KPON4cBvVOcIlQYCmSPkRgbNxTQm8sX7PIoPGqy1Eqc-2OxWmV7b4M_LbftqgaY8WymbHwyDWrk1lBlJ9xDxwln7QT2B5x7f2m7iqqB0_cJKhomrmCccW7ozF7Qe-legDaqfjN-wgUUqEeT_F1fwnM8LqWvU6uv7Kw85DY67KKZ9mXHnIkA/w225-h400/lancastergoingup1.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p>While there, I made time to go to a favorite local nursery for this year's bedding plants and a few vegetables too. Black Creek Greenhouse is truly one of the best in the area. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhCTEfYoSyJRVV_yTx2qlTqut5EIlahzTbGfnqdOLGU5hPgNX6s-9UiADHjQSURjqCCSKjd3weCVTglt0nW_KM66MdLcCEUqRQDxMlOKv0-TYSq8WzIxAh0tbIWgWk8hle6Z1nrHB6sWTwyA7VLmKIw3LLh1AMbPvA07cLTqF3TPwZ4c4H3H8K6B2ug/s540/lancaster6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="304" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhCTEfYoSyJRVV_yTx2qlTqut5EIlahzTbGfnqdOLGU5hPgNX6s-9UiADHjQSURjqCCSKjd3weCVTglt0nW_KM66MdLcCEUqRQDxMlOKv0-TYSq8WzIxAh0tbIWgWk8hle6Z1nrHB6sWTwyA7VLmKIw3LLh1AMbPvA07cLTqF3TPwZ4c4H3H8K6B2ug/w225-h400/lancaster6.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p>I ended my trip to Lancaster with another longtime friend at an all women's conference in downtown Lancaster. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2macHAun1KiLmUtCXyHD51q59CsEmM9bKz9ikPWviGpKE8-WoEZttvtfjUF1oN1ZkmUqzj0ILFkqBvYzkQtTGCGr0YwtZhJext1vy51cFibRM8jmSzmpXjW98nC3nCz_vRhlp5gOvU8v1brnMrc5PN6np3z_TGTd7fYFlv4AuQ8Qnv0H6LpN4leM4w/s680/parkinggaragelancaster1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="680" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2macHAun1KiLmUtCXyHD51q59CsEmM9bKz9ikPWviGpKE8-WoEZttvtfjUF1oN1ZkmUqzj0ILFkqBvYzkQtTGCGr0YwtZhJext1vy51cFibRM8jmSzmpXjW98nC3nCz_vRhlp5gOvU8v1brnMrc5PN6np3z_TGTd7fYFlv4AuQ8Qnv0H6LpN4leM4w/w400-h300/parkinggaragelancaster1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Roof-top parking gives a great view~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>It was a much needed break for me. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7olVIZyPBJWJAoI4GqzxSsg4qTFsbrvomgXqxaGMfkdrFnBIVMDV28mjO_D84etfztt5f8U8GyL3AlK8kbTcSZIkPkTv-IdpRK6vxX-nCSpgstQrTMN0GG6F7fQiE5ClEANZLhv7FKNbwgYUUBI6xjObBpVtDsOLrVTRkMxRVtTPkv1I3b60VSl4cjw/s2016/daisyjune.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7olVIZyPBJWJAoI4GqzxSsg4qTFsbrvomgXqxaGMfkdrFnBIVMDV28mjO_D84etfztt5f8U8GyL3AlK8kbTcSZIkPkTv-IdpRK6vxX-nCSpgstQrTMN0GG6F7fQiE5ClEANZLhv7FKNbwgYUUBI6xjObBpVtDsOLrVTRkMxRVtTPkv1I3b60VSl4cjw/w360-h640/daisyjune.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Daisy~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>But no matter what, it's always good to get home!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61Vv3_DGHvga2D2JEE0FZeLPCOTCEGGb-aNjmDEezktdmgA2CqDo_YhFF-rD7OGPkDyqkc0_N_OWagIM67bCEFoCxv1aZtRhIo1WFn6fsOl81aMkZZUhqiyN7N3EFIwxFsihJcYB-Bh4e3sKyByunuL5Yqv6MwDRI8VoBhiQIPhv6sKu2F3DZiC6HFQ/s4030/IMG_2633%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2686" data-original-width="4030" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61Vv3_DGHvga2D2JEE0FZeLPCOTCEGGb-aNjmDEezktdmgA2CqDo_YhFF-rD7OGPkDyqkc0_N_OWagIM67bCEFoCxv1aZtRhIo1WFn6fsOl81aMkZZUhqiyN7N3EFIwxFsihJcYB-Bh4e3sKyByunuL5Yqv6MwDRI8VoBhiQIPhv6sKu2F3DZiC6HFQ/w400-h266/IMG_2633%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Ree, Jack and Milo~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-38021257347172510412023-06-10T23:50:00.002-04:002023-06-11T00:04:49.615-04:00Wholistic Vet <p>Well, with Todd now having seen an Internist for a rhinoscopy, and an Allergist, for allergy testing and our vet who has been a big help managing Todd's symptoms, it was time to try one more thing. And that was to see our holistic vet. I called on Monday, and they happened to have an opening on Thursday. </p><p>It has been a couple of years since I have taken one of my dogs to see <i>"Wholistic Vet"</i> and I'm reminded why I think she and her husband (who runs the office) are among the best -- They are both kind, caring and compassionate and so many other things. They've always taken great care of our dogs and me too. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7z02LIE42qUPo8IHL6Obve2I0BaAu0BiUrbv6_DMwe--yRBvSHswxnUZ2WFUzwVARoRyZJXv92T-goUFG-QOOqzOxVHq36WdiI2F2HRRhQkNQmBp276De2XdwJmoE-wOyS7hAZXX4wTuNRT9yZDnJ7jG6v-wCDgUS3bMuGwG1pvxpFQfntjxyj135Kw/s2048/todddrerwin11.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1955" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7z02LIE42qUPo8IHL6Obve2I0BaAu0BiUrbv6_DMwe--yRBvSHswxnUZ2WFUzwVARoRyZJXv92T-goUFG-QOOqzOxVHq36WdiI2F2HRRhQkNQmBp276De2XdwJmoE-wOyS7hAZXX4wTuNRT9yZDnJ7jG6v-wCDgUS3bMuGwG1pvxpFQfntjxyj135Kw/w381-h400/todddrerwin11.jpg" width="381" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>~An anxious Todd waiting for Wholistic Vet~</b></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><i>Wholistic Vet</i> asked a lot of questions, and she thought that Todd seeing the specialists was needed because having those results helps to know what the health of his sinuses are, and what he's sensitive to. <i>Wholistic Vet</i> is right <i>o</i>f course - <i>and by the way, she agreed about not putting Todd on Apoquel. </i></p><p>After nearly an hour discussion and a thorough exam (more time than I spent with the Internist or Allergist<i>)</i> <i>Wholistic Vet</i> is recommending one Chinese herb and a special tincture that she made for Todd. She told me that allergies can be hard to treat sometimes, but she has a few other things for us to try if the herb and tincture don't work. But we'll start with these two things first and see where it takes us. We have a follow up appointment in July. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrSyoRcyQYI2vD0PA3myrB9vIcJLAmtZgJye1q2LBXBuC7ip78UtCM_K-JLUAeK_BuOyI08LFCWd-fem9_nltY75EbzB0shtCEeY8AB7_ns5i3JAbKF3tLuY160iM-fNRBjVyYXuQjqpAUH5MJCMCqeJk8IdoLNEv2B5f6Fc7bSSoBksLLMZXMDZ0Lw/s2048/herbsfortodd1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrSyoRcyQYI2vD0PA3myrB9vIcJLAmtZgJye1q2LBXBuC7ip78UtCM_K-JLUAeK_BuOyI08LFCWd-fem9_nltY75EbzB0shtCEeY8AB7_ns5i3JAbKF3tLuY160iM-fNRBjVyYXuQjqpAUH5MJCMCqeJk8IdoLNEv2B5f6Fc7bSSoBksLLMZXMDZ0Lw/w225-h400/herbsfortodd1.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For the first time, I feel like my concerns, thoughts and questions have been heard and answered. Even if the herbs and holistic treatment doesn't work for Todd, I'm grateful that we have the chance to find out if it will or not. </div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzydvlyxZLJCeRUuY6FS1r3m91GkHlltb5A5e1wplFsq9USxHsJqqiD4sEpl0DWxTxDcgWN4pyD4TQgSz5Nt5xBfnGpRtKxcbjnS6OtEPww29Shc-nj1X8BkXwnrcFnz_X1J7qmdQRa8Xt5uF0BetJvr4jWWmj8jneVjyvXj3iVYSm_WFODUwKXTIfQ/s2016/toddporchjune1.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="2016" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzydvlyxZLJCeRUuY6FS1r3m91GkHlltb5A5e1wplFsq9USxHsJqqiD4sEpl0DWxTxDcgWN4pyD4TQgSz5Nt5xBfnGpRtKxcbjnS6OtEPww29Shc-nj1X8BkXwnrcFnz_X1J7qmdQRa8Xt5uF0BetJvr4jWWmj8jneVjyvXj3iVYSm_WFODUwKXTIfQ/w400-h225/toddporchjune1.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Home and relaxing on the porch~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-32194275124460725912023-06-09T23:58:00.000-04:002023-06-09T23:58:43.591-04:00The Results Are In<p>Todd's allergy test results came last Friday via e-mail .... Drumroll please ..... </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-7ostHi1nZp2VRGuLHtrMtkxiAhYXxqFGGJV-wJawh28uVKeutUqaGi78WdMHwHat6tLieyGCNGKJj-K5oWJL3nvd6q-3J1dKNyCzOZdDdAltoOzhstvwufRvI83mZihK_M5OcxnOc34OlwBXDq786W1KJ6gyuLnUiXy3R63MYeqmUNTXcRpOppWPw/s1822/toddjunefirst.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1822" data-original-width="1469" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-7ostHi1nZp2VRGuLHtrMtkxiAhYXxqFGGJV-wJawh28uVKeutUqaGi78WdMHwHat6tLieyGCNGKJj-K5oWJL3nvd6q-3J1dKNyCzOZdDdAltoOzhstvwufRvI83mZihK_M5OcxnOc34OlwBXDq786W1KJ6gyuLnUiXy3R63MYeqmUNTXcRpOppWPw/w323-h400/toddjunefirst.jpg" width="323" /></a></div><p>Out of the 80+ things that the Heska test, tests for, Todd is allergic to only two -- Dust-mites and Ragweed..... </p><p><i><u>Below are the results - click on the photo to see what the test tests for. </u></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ivKzytqhh1ScpnhE_RvwCfLpMBLNXvuqkAKowwFTbjSytqWTH5PBzdjIDcGb2ffJpe2AZkF1TdytrtkYyZUThOa1fyq7q5lpf6C1hBL1OIwNZFEMcJgZI4SeJCF1BO5ujzTCMM7Is3iv4gF16PTvRLTOMbIJjq3vAwBZsSqEQNU8AqOs8X2f4VFqeg/s887/allergytestpage1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="779" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ivKzytqhh1ScpnhE_RvwCfLpMBLNXvuqkAKowwFTbjSytqWTH5PBzdjIDcGb2ffJpe2AZkF1TdytrtkYyZUThOa1fyq7q5lpf6C1hBL1OIwNZFEMcJgZI4SeJCF1BO5ujzTCMM7Is3iv4gF16PTvRLTOMbIJjq3vAwBZsSqEQNU8AqOs8X2f4VFqeg/w351-h400/allergytestpage1.jpg" width="351" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZjWOO_PG-Mc_NCPvLbX5sFoQncBqTNgaeLeymwWUtUhh2E363kdcTNj_laC8a-x5HRZdvs9FcHhxtUxQBssZaYd8XHU2RWV_wAhi058QU-bZRTbpNGNgU5yRcJAs47pmaHpsi31p_26nJiq8xqDOwJgM5euc_tbcr9yxiSSK3778hBeAnuw2VTi5Pw/s919/heskaresults1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="791" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZjWOO_PG-Mc_NCPvLbX5sFoQncBqTNgaeLeymwWUtUhh2E363kdcTNj_laC8a-x5HRZdvs9FcHhxtUxQBssZaYd8XHU2RWV_wAhi058QU-bZRTbpNGNgU5yRcJAs47pmaHpsi31p_26nJiq8xqDOwJgM5euc_tbcr9yxiSSK3778hBeAnuw2VTi5Pw/w344-h400/heskaresults1.jpg" width="344" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And there you have it. The Allergist is recommending that Todd continues taking Apoquel. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, where does that take us? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To start, thank you all for sharing your experiences and thoughts about Apoquel -- I could not agree with you more. But I feel like Apoquel has its place and there are dogs that despite its side effects, definitely benefit from its use because it's the one thing that improves their quality of life. Quality of life is what it's all about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But Apoquel is not an antihistamine, and given that Todd's issue is with his sinus, I think that Todd needs an antihistamine and something a bit stronger than the Zyrtec that he takes daily. When I (again) mentioned to the Allergist my thoughts and concerns about giving Todd Apoquel, I could feel the eye rolls in my questioning the treatment plan and asking for another medication. After a couple of e-mail exchanges, the Allergist suggested more tests or return to the Internist who sent me to them in the first place. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85BmFzA4rFwH7-tpwaUcOwsTbZWhMA9euL1aEcJpv8XTd--MzGwWvKVLU5KdCt8H4RASCSn1kHPcD08TbLOqgXFTxpkNvUVarTQbgBvQmGIbYbAGX1cvW9Ab0jpy3IhujO6xzatzk5YcD3x1UQP8HaqbaXbUPpdQQ3P_RMJ_Ur5twCwX2-jWehkpYjQ/s1750/toddjunesecond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1750" data-original-width="984" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85BmFzA4rFwH7-tpwaUcOwsTbZWhMA9euL1aEcJpv8XTd--MzGwWvKVLU5KdCt8H4RASCSn1kHPcD08TbLOqgXFTxpkNvUVarTQbgBvQmGIbYbAGX1cvW9Ab0jpy3IhujO6xzatzk5YcD3x1UQP8HaqbaXbUPpdQQ3P_RMJ_Ur5twCwX2-jWehkpYjQ/w360-h640/toddjunesecond.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the end, it left me feeling discouraged and with no plan or direction. But when I got over feeling defeated, I made one more call to another specialist. I'll tell you about that in my next post. Suffice it to say, I am feeling hopeful. ā¤</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><b>***On a totally different topic, CONGRATULATIONS to Carol (aka Coppa's Girl) on the newest addition to her family, named Amber. I hope it's all going well as you get to know one another, and she settles into a new life that I know will be filled with nothing but the best days, making the best new memories! ā¤ā¤</b></i></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-7809606021960588102023-05-29T23:01:00.000-04:002023-05-29T23:01:39.254-04:00The Appointment <p>After waiting more than 2 months, Friday, May 26th finally got here. It was the day of Todd's long awaited appointment with the Allergist. </p><p>I don't venture much towards the craziness of I-95, especially on a holiday weekend, but that's where I had to go for Todd's appointment, so we did. It was over an hours drive to get there, and somehow I managed to get there early and with a few minutes to spare.<i> Yay us! </i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvatr4D2E4Vo-cqBftfykB1Z855y0leZhfPyA_3Gqr8ZzJCTjAMv7A9wpVeaLKxIQxeOjMPCAki7feYcU31QDKIYM5Ge9BcZoekZhQyD0n9oR_Lx9ulV44Cl0KsXwfbiIwnzRinrf9BC8oVfviK4idPjJnEwUjLOpbs0XTxD-xIQYQOQNqbMe7daEltQ/s1600/traffic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvatr4D2E4Vo-cqBftfykB1Z855y0leZhfPyA_3Gqr8ZzJCTjAMv7A9wpVeaLKxIQxeOjMPCAki7feYcU31QDKIYM5Ge9BcZoekZhQyD0n9oR_Lx9ulV44Cl0KsXwfbiIwnzRinrf9BC8oVfviK4idPjJnEwUjLOpbs0XTxD-xIQYQOQNqbMe7daEltQ/w400-h300/traffic.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>For whatever reason, Todd didn't seem nervous. Even when I got him out for a little break before his appointment he was happy and relaxed. I was happy about that.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc0xaAaq0-sQAs10H7hkGO3tfRPykiUygokYBbwQEiyQnt8--6SpR53Kgh-DrZNsF-JWnH1KdjEqFxtm4qgUj2RAbRo9fiwRssoOhrawGRBw3Juqu3wIzpQLs91b9tAKqAj1xs9RbajVMPmt5SAa8P-k-ULGO2QiZSIZlzlyetHGuixqB_GBnddsE3-A/s2015/toddallergistone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc0xaAaq0-sQAs10H7hkGO3tfRPykiUygokYBbwQEiyQnt8--6SpR53Kgh-DrZNsF-JWnH1KdjEqFxtm4qgUj2RAbRo9fiwRssoOhrawGRBw3Juqu3wIzpQLs91b9tAKqAj1xs9RbajVMPmt5SAa8P-k-ULGO2QiZSIZlzlyetHGuixqB_GBnddsE3-A/w360-h640/toddallergistone.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Do you think Todd snuck a sip of my drink when I wasn't looking?~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>What I wasn't happy about was that the dermatology department (still) isn't allowing owners to come inside with their pets. So, I had to wait outside in my van while Todd was taken inside. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2U66EJZGeQhAL9XTkipqdVHk4muYNt7owBdqcuVBhe4BdvSvObsq5Tuv9zRuixR7IgcA4Vzra2tqnJ6FpM7ZAAApcXH5VSvv4VTDMPblf3Rh6h7FeISwmaTogg0gVc0Dxvr0DnyF5Ov84N2Zq3i2v9Xecdy9D3CX_DD4phTCALQzzcl5zu4VL5nxgw/s1714/toddallergist2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1714" data-original-width="1418" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2U66EJZGeQhAL9XTkipqdVHk4muYNt7owBdqcuVBhe4BdvSvObsq5Tuv9zRuixR7IgcA4Vzra2tqnJ6FpM7ZAAApcXH5VSvv4VTDMPblf3Rh6h7FeISwmaTogg0gVc0Dxvr0DnyF5Ov84N2Zq3i2v9Xecdy9D3CX_DD4phTCALQzzcl5zu4VL5nxgw/w331-h400/toddallergist2.jpg" width="331" /></a></div><p>After waiting about 30 minutes, the specialist called and gave a preliminary diagnosis of <i>"Allergic Rhinitis"</i> which is a build-up of histamines in the sinus, that can be caused by damage to the nasal membranes - I approved doing what is called a HESKA blood test that will <u>hopefully</u> tell us what Todd is allergic to. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xEmz31crrciua0bsKPvXX1AE7eTEEIDYoYNDVymmD5E4twppUdi-8Nqv5-f99UY_-6uH2LsYI7WI46LxS6DHiFRIQb3jYFMrbw-vu0K3Exu_kkeUdvZuoPFtLA08zYhzXK9QG_lHSK-pJUc0xoyEgnU5nBDX9G2l8Sk-IldIlPR3NG3uc9LsNRU5Yg/s510/todddermatologysign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="287" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xEmz31crrciua0bsKPvXX1AE7eTEEIDYoYNDVymmD5E4twppUdi-8Nqv5-f99UY_-6uH2LsYI7WI46LxS6DHiFRIQb3jYFMrbw-vu0K3Exu_kkeUdvZuoPFtLA08zYhzXK9QG_lHSK-pJUc0xoyEgnU5nBDX9G2l8Sk-IldIlPR3NG3uc9LsNRU5Yg/w225-h400/todddermatologysign.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p>Todd will be on Apoquel until we get the test results and will have a follow up appointment in about 6 weeks. <i>I'll just add that I'm not supportive of his being put on this particular medication, it suppresses the immune system and it isn't really an antihistamine ~ I questioned it being prescribed, but the Vet felt he should be on it, even though I really feel strongly that what Todd needs is a 'stronger' antihistamine than the Zyrtec that I've been giving him daily. But what do I know, right? </i></p><p></p><p>Todd was happy to be back with me, and we were both happy when we got home. So now, we wait for 10 or so days for the results, and hope he doesn't have any 'flare ups' before then. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJPHJZ-AL5_EBX9WIad2jZ-XhOf_o7V_WYXjuVGKJZg4vQOgYgzFPPZAdYPsxlerIpe5yd5a3r41ij_qxRUxV5wr63JdCPxYGgGBd6Tk2-IoF0tzisxHgSRr8ILosbnhuce6SH6t6K3YPTTOJwXDW6bHqYTG0UX2OuD_y1ueYDQSdf4JceTxnaZH9gg/s2016/toddallergist3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJPHJZ-AL5_EBX9WIad2jZ-XhOf_o7V_WYXjuVGKJZg4vQOgYgzFPPZAdYPsxlerIpe5yd5a3r41ij_qxRUxV5wr63JdCPxYGgGBd6Tk2-IoF0tzisxHgSRr8ILosbnhuce6SH6t6K3YPTTOJwXDW6bHqYTG0UX2OuD_y1ueYDQSdf4JceTxnaZH9gg/w360-h640/toddallergist3.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Todd after his appointment~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br />~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003916153932012549.post-11041768124149335772023-05-16T19:02:00.004-04:002023-05-16T22:17:36.390-04:00A Snow Day in May! <p>On the way home from work yesterday, I found out that I was unexpectedly going to be off work today. The Doctor I work for was going to be part of a funeral for a childhood friend. I am sorry that he lost his friend. But today, I've had 'found time' that I didn't expect to have. </p><p>I decided that it was kind of like having a snow-day. The Urban Dictionary defines a snow day this way:</p><p></p><blockquote><i><b>"An unexpected day when you are supposed to go to school but it is canceled. An unexpected break. An unexpected escape from it all. A day to relax, not a day to catch up on work."</b></i></blockquote><p></p><p>It may be May and there's no snow, but I totally agree with this definition, and I totally embraced it today. </p><p>Our snow-day got off to a pretty good start for Todd. At around 10 o'clock, I went to check on him outside and found him out of breath, his face was all wet and he had green smear on the side of his neck. He was one happy Scottie - But I made him come inside, something he didn't want to do - I washed off the green smear, something else he didn't want me to do and I gave him a treat - The one thing he agreed with. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBId5Q6KXvOAAcGgwpPIK6uVW4FTiXF0roypJ4IhUNaUCD4r4euPKeo5UrtrXQLjVWa39ek_gTKgZXpUSP9fAO_-xsPyhUjsYGLuOri0553ACO2nO7b5OZVpPL5GCfvaEt0-SgltIcQppTyhPteo3icwo0moR4ashnSG-7Qr8Nk-WmSkcXdu8UKidkiA/s2048/snowdaytodd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBId5Q6KXvOAAcGgwpPIK6uVW4FTiXF0roypJ4IhUNaUCD4r4euPKeo5UrtrXQLjVWa39ek_gTKgZXpUSP9fAO_-xsPyhUjsYGLuOri0553ACO2nO7b5OZVpPL5GCfvaEt0-SgltIcQppTyhPteo3icwo0moR4ashnSG-7Qr8Nk-WmSkcXdu8UKidkiA/w360-h640/snowdaytodd.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p>It goes without saying that no snow-day is complete without eating the wrong food. So, I went and picked up lunch for myself. Yes, of course there were fries with that burger. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZT-vv2jLhYX0i0LofFIwBqh2sciydY2OzYBBLS9BVEu53e0HAOFpzWaYhINXtVTiDLZI5N5rONGESfdX1uW0WMiiB3tJGGL8-8aa1VzFsMD8-TslMcVaBJMKLdSVPNu7vHy1F47X-Q1GbKZb4IGVuIGmgStcxpHzI-SdFvimSe6newiVRGdqUIjAoWg/s1791/snowday1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1791" data-original-width="1007" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZT-vv2jLhYX0i0LofFIwBqh2sciydY2OzYBBLS9BVEu53e0HAOFpzWaYhINXtVTiDLZI5N5rONGESfdX1uW0WMiiB3tJGGL8-8aa1VzFsMD8-TslMcVaBJMKLdSVPNu7vHy1F47X-Q1GbKZb4IGVuIGmgStcxpHzI-SdFvimSe6newiVRGdqUIjAoWg/w225-h400/snowday1.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p>Ree's snow-day food included chewing up some papers that I had left on the counter. I've no doubt she would have preferred what I was having, or she thought that's what she was going to get.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctFtcEIjc72znYmF3qxKD17U_dP-J6Qlf9FeTZdlwBub6p4rojSd6lS2SFwxZ1jutazgH82xsPuArqnb7hIAqqjJgGLXGvPfS5asAqj1PzWPnwclDhFbx3ES59RHpyWmjVZY2glSp0Ww8EfMQw69dhrFM4lVBYpiwkWxcpj4NcyDO94pQzDcOkXjveA/s960/reecoronation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctFtcEIjc72znYmF3qxKD17U_dP-J6Qlf9FeTZdlwBub6p4rojSd6lS2SFwxZ1jutazgH82xsPuArqnb7hIAqqjJgGLXGvPfS5asAqj1PzWPnwclDhFbx3ES59RHpyWmjVZY2glSp0Ww8EfMQw69dhrFM4lVBYpiwkWxcpj4NcyDO94pQzDcOkXjveA/w225-h400/reecoronation.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p>Then it was everyone outside for a midday break. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04N7rLJUbseolSK44Bno0ZCbdPv7PZ_q903ojPyXGPhxKpgT6-S1pO7L0OjHtvyOd53cV0VRlHYwUEULiCPQh-6Wth-ZkRLFLCC5xrbqochcA6kNctIIJBm99MfOmjrug-f8eX92hYBVpIZm_rt8ZISjYJ_TEZG9CkWf7FIl_7jGCL0sXBXFSf9Rd8g/s4503/IMG_2611%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3001" data-original-width="4503" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04N7rLJUbseolSK44Bno0ZCbdPv7PZ_q903ojPyXGPhxKpgT6-S1pO7L0OjHtvyOd53cV0VRlHYwUEULiCPQh-6Wth-ZkRLFLCC5xrbqochcA6kNctIIJBm99MfOmjrug-f8eX92hYBVpIZm_rt8ZISjYJ_TEZG9CkWf7FIl_7jGCL0sXBXFSf9Rd8g/w400-h266/IMG_2611%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Front to back - Jack, Daisy and Iva~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Then I looked over and remembered that I really need to get these flowers and vegetables planted. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeIn8-vcGbvIPaSUkSdzd8OJV0MGvubZWMHSZYyLXl2z0XganDtsIZbzDoEyLHb49utX_61h6sNtHrD6tD4yLfpLWn0NIehBIfDHsGhtPt8QE7gCj5vpyQlkoSQHnajz3tC0U9rxI7l9-a5seDxgS549iuEdRXJHPFy_UikQjaLIckrmwhVQl0vPuVA/s2016/snowday2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeIn8-vcGbvIPaSUkSdzd8OJV0MGvubZWMHSZYyLXl2z0XganDtsIZbzDoEyLHb49utX_61h6sNtHrD6tD4yLfpLWn0NIehBIfDHsGhtPt8QE7gCj5vpyQlkoSQHnajz3tC0U9rxI7l9-a5seDxgS549iuEdRXJHPFy_UikQjaLIckrmwhVQl0vPuVA/w360-h640/snowday2.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll get to that later. Or Saturday. I hope.... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I watched a movie .... <i>Bridge of Spies with Tom Hanks - Have you seen it? </i>Then we took a nap. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH87Hkpb15o4ITPah2_kHpHnUjg8vnOPZFBj9p7kd51QYlNyfJ0sVfW8f_aHfU4cxCcKxWqOVsBeZ6_Ld7FkXVDHIHSxRZODOiJMAZuDcFeU8cW-tADyynjvBgz5u2lv7lQ0hwWObIBZcpamyiAvQxYBLXlTUZF5dyJ_JYi9ur-MZj--QT7dXL_Q3rNQ/s1650/snowday3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1105" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH87Hkpb15o4ITPah2_kHpHnUjg8vnOPZFBj9p7kd51QYlNyfJ0sVfW8f_aHfU4cxCcKxWqOVsBeZ6_Ld7FkXVDHIHSxRZODOiJMAZuDcFeU8cW-tADyynjvBgz5u2lv7lQ0hwWObIBZcpamyiAvQxYBLXlTUZF5dyJ_JYi9ur-MZj--QT7dXL_Q3rNQ/w429-h640/snowday3.jpg" width="429" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Milo~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p>I'm sure there was something else in there, but I don't remember what. I just know that it was 5:30 before I knew it. </p><p>All in all, it was a pretty good snow day in May. Back to work on Wednesday. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_6S7OoftUX-kMA29jJJLXIZMsVeDo3LS3mSRw9QNaWCO59GO5_Sc0zZg4stf1B0vKKlfAZjxXCXMRm1X5nZ_zt1QDahMGhAOAhajNfV-dUoymby1rQG7CjqI-ELMD8h3L1p76dMPWGAR4PObqgy5XGZkVOsiJDJzBGAyHheev9I7AXVxaAmCOhMuVA/s2016/snowday4.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_6S7OoftUX-kMA29jJJLXIZMsVeDo3LS3mSRw9QNaWCO59GO5_Sc0zZg4stf1B0vKKlfAZjxXCXMRm1X5nZ_zt1QDahMGhAOAhajNfV-dUoymby1rQG7CjqI-ELMD8h3L1p76dMPWGAR4PObqgy5XGZkVOsiJDJzBGAyHheev9I7AXVxaAmCOhMuVA/w360-h640/snowday4.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>~Foster Girl Lily~</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><b><i>Thanks for stopping by today. We are doing okay, and I'm okay too. We have been busy of course, and I'll update on our 'adventures' in my next post. </i></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-dEED_r57GTjrEDam7EO6zE8V9glUwUcKooBi_c4Qg7f1z1S_2B-AlTmQ5plIatkEYBNqsbRvlqjnk3kwUwJLy13FZcpGxbxo_zWpXu_FtkHVhg6XPlMwluPAexqFxXf_kXZEA01JABbw24bDx2RK5YWBVwqgvIxVhbAfZVj9ip3SuhC-e9H9k0ogg/s1716/dirtywhiteboy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1716" data-original-width="1508" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-dEED_r57GTjrEDam7EO6zE8V9glUwUcKooBi_c4Qg7f1z1S_2B-AlTmQ5plIatkEYBNqsbRvlqjnk3kwUwJLy13FZcpGxbxo_zWpXu_FtkHVhg6XPlMwluPAexqFxXf_kXZEA01JABbw24bDx2RK5YWBVwqgvIxVhbAfZVj9ip3SuhC-e9H9k0ogg/w351-h400/dirtywhiteboy.jpg" width="351" /></a></div><i>And I was afraid to ask 'White Boy' what kind adventure he was having! </i></b><b><i>š</i></b></div>~Kim at Golden Pines~http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.com16