Watching The World Go By

Well, my baby turned 9 weeks old yesterday, and 19 pounds.  Still growing, still learning, still precious.  We also still have Jilly but think she will go to her permanent home May 1st.  Got our fingers crossed for her.
Yesterday, I tried something different that worked.  I took some Aleve instead of the narcotic for pain…and within 30 minutes I didn’t hurt.  I’m hooked on Aleve now.  Evidently it was inflammation that was causing the pain.  I couldn’t figure out why the Vicodin wasn’t cutting the pain.  I spent the past week in my nightgown on the couch because it hurt too badly to try to do anything else.  Go figure!  So if I can find some energy hopefully life will be better for me.


What a beautiful face you might say.  I might say so, too!  Poor, beautiful little girl just showed up locally and is not micro-chipped and has no means of identification.  I didn’t find her but a friend of a friend passed her to me in exchange for Mimi.  She could not handle the bigger dog since she doesn’t have a fenced yard and does have 3 children, one of whom is special-needs.  So, Jilly had no where to go.  Carol traded her with Mimi, knowing that Mimi snaps/bites when she is frightened/startled, so no punches were pulled on either side. 

We have had Jilly vaccinated and checked for micro-chip, but none existed.  She was heartworm negative and parasite free so someone was taking good care of her before she got lost.  She has been groomed even though it has grown out some but some one loves this girl somewhere and I’m sure has shed tears at her loss.  So, now she is on HW and flea prevention, up to date on vaccinations, and had her picture professionally made.  She is now a part of our vet’s adoption program, will be groomed on Thursday and spayed and micro-chipped on Friday.

I have a friend at work who is a “cocker spaniel man” and I’m hoping that he will take her.  He wants her, is trying to convince his wife to add to their brood of three, and is planning to take her on a trial when he gets his long change.  We’re hoping there’s a happy ending there for Miss Jilly.

She is so beautiful and if we didn’t already have 6 dogs of our own she would go nowhere.  She has not been disciplined and is a hard-headed little girl.  She walks us on a leash instead of vice versa, but we are working on all those things, too.  And she’s showing improvement, believe it or not.  I just hope he comes riding in on his white horse and sweeps her away to forever and forever.  She, and he, deserve it.

He’s MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This beautiful, soft, playful, adorable, gentle beastie is mine, all mine!  I mailed in his adoption papers tonight.  We’ve decided to take a hiatus from fostering, continue to look for a home for Mimi and keep Maximus.  I’m so glad that the sad tears of loss for Max will not come, at least for the foreseeable future unless tragedy should strike somehow, etc.
I’m doing much better today.  I started out depressed and still upset from losing Gigi, but I knew I had to snap myself out of it somehow.  So I went shopping; retail therapy always helps, right?  Then, when Ronnie got home from fishing he took me out to dinner and a movie.  We had a long conversation at dinner and made some decisions for the immediate future.  I think we both feel better tonight.
I have put Bandit on a leash two days in a row.  Yesterday we just went across the street to the mailbox.  He did really well on the leash so today we walked to the stop sign.  Not really far, but he’s learning to walk on the leash and I’m exercising my new hip, so it was a win-win situation.  Don’t know how far we’ll get tomorrow but I’m intent on keeping up with it.  We also decided to put the big dogs through some formal training since we don’t happen to be very good at doing it ourselves.  I’ve got a million phone calls to make tomorrow.
All is well tonight, much better than I expected when I woke up this morning.  You never know what a day will bring……….

Goodbye Gigi Girl!

Today Gigi went to her furever home in Willis, Texas, with some of Ronnie’s family.  She’d been with us for about 18 months so it really hurt when she walked (was carried) out the door today.  But she went in her daddy’s strong arms and nothing will hurt her.  She has needed her “own” home for a long time but there was no place to rehome her before now.  Thankfully Ronnie thought of his relatives since they had lost one of their furbabies and they are anxiously awaiting her arrival.  She went in a pink and white dress, with her own crate, leash, treats, blanket, hoodie, light jacket, etc., and all her paperwork and medicine/vet information.  We’ve got you covered, Gigi girl.
Of course, I cried.  Last night before I went to bed, and off and on all day today I’ve cried.  Had to write this goodbye to her to hopefully get it out of my mind, though there’s no way to purge her from my heart.  I know she is going to a home where they will love her and spoil her just like we did, but it hurts to lose them, the rescues who are here on a temporary basis.
Now we are left with only 2 fosters to rehome: Mimi and Maximus.  I don’t think it will kill me to lose Mimi, though, of course, I will miss the sweet little girl.  But, Maximus will be another thing entirely.  I finally admitted that to Ronnie the other day, but he already knew, probably better than I.  So those tears are yet to come.  I know we do not have enough room for 2 big dogs, and Bandit is a sweetheart; he’s not going anywhere.  So, Maximus will be the one to leave, and he will take what is left of my heart.  This is when Rescue hurts.  It’s when I don’t know if I can do it anymore.