Today is my Mom's birthday, but she won't be home to read this post for a few more days. Why is she not home on her birthday? She's graduating! After this weekend, Mom will officially be a minister in the United Church. A few years ago, the church in their little town lost their minister. Ministers are hard to replace these days. There just aren't many of them around anymore! Unlike her daughter, my Mom is an extrovert. Public speaking never seems to bother her too much! So she started doing services. After this weekend, she will be all offical!
I don't attend church except when I go visit my folks. I have seen my Mom at the pulpit and she is truly gifted. Even if you don't believe a word she's saying, there is no denying that she says it in an entertaining, engaging way with great faith and passion. Her congregation is blessed to have her.
It seems other congregations realize that she is good too! She's had job offers from other churchs and even the school she's about been attending! All of which she has turned down; she says because she undertook this training for her home church, but let's face it, no other church has her three granddaughters living across the street!
Happy Birthday, Mom and Congratulations. I am personally blessed to have such a determined, strong, smart, caring woman as my Mom!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A new canine injury!
My dogs do like to keep me on my toes. Doing something the easy way is just not in their natures. They are huskies after all!
As a pack, they occasionally have wee disagreements, which usually end in a run to the vet with a bleeding dog or two. The amount of blood required for a vet run has increased over the years, but a dozen dogs in one fight is going to require a pro at some point! Last Tuesday night, the dogs got into one of those disagreements. Fortunately, I got them apart before any serious damage was done....or so I thought.
Ozzy, who start the fight, cuz that's what he does, ran to the door on three legs screeching his head off. For which he got a "that leg better be broken you little jerk" and put in his crate with some Metacam. He limped for a few days, but seemed to be ok. Then over the weekend, the limp got worse again and noisy, active Ozzy did not complain once about being put on crate rest. Not a good sign.
So he spent today at the vet. Being left is major for Ozzy. He's very timid and he grew up in a shelter. Concrete kennels are scary, scary places for Ozzy, especially when the only person he trusts closes the door and walks away. That was the saddest face I've ever seen and there's just no way to convince a dog that you really are coming back in a few hours!
Ozzy has a broken shoulder blade! I suspect he lunged after Founder, the dog on the bottom of last week's pack fight, who was hiding under the porch swing. Ozzy probably hit his shoulder on the metal swing legs. A little piece of the shoulder blade is just floating around in the joint, causing the inconsistent limp! Dr. Jessica sent the x-rays off to a specialist today...thank God for digital x-rays that can be emailed! She suspects Ozzy will need surgery to remove the bone chip, but wants an expert opinion before she starts messing around in his joints. I appreciate her caution! Ozzy will likely have surgery later this week, after the specialist responds.
My poor little sweetie. He is a bit of a troublemaker, but he's really a very sweet boy. It's been a lot of work and six years to get Ozzy from untouchable to snuggling on the couch...course he only cuddles with me; if he doesn't know you he will bark incessantly until you go away!
The only good thing out of today....Ozzy survived and maybe learned that I come back! Plus the last time Jessica saw him it was for his weight. Ozzy is a hard keeper and gets dangerously skinny. This time last year, he looked like a starving stray and I was sure he had some form of cancer that was causing him to waste away. He actually has a metabolism I would kill for. Today his weight is just under 54 pounds, which is absolutely perfect...it takes three times the food the other dogs get to keep him there, but at least I'm not embarassed to take him for a walk anymore!
As a pack, they occasionally have wee disagreements, which usually end in a run to the vet with a bleeding dog or two. The amount of blood required for a vet run has increased over the years, but a dozen dogs in one fight is going to require a pro at some point! Last Tuesday night, the dogs got into one of those disagreements. Fortunately, I got them apart before any serious damage was done....or so I thought.
Ozzy, who start the fight, cuz that's what he does, ran to the door on three legs screeching his head off. For which he got a "that leg better be broken you little jerk" and put in his crate with some Metacam. He limped for a few days, but seemed to be ok. Then over the weekend, the limp got worse again and noisy, active Ozzy did not complain once about being put on crate rest. Not a good sign.
So he spent today at the vet. Being left is major for Ozzy. He's very timid and he grew up in a shelter. Concrete kennels are scary, scary places for Ozzy, especially when the only person he trusts closes the door and walks away. That was the saddest face I've ever seen and there's just no way to convince a dog that you really are coming back in a few hours!
Ozzy has a broken shoulder blade! I suspect he lunged after Founder, the dog on the bottom of last week's pack fight, who was hiding under the porch swing. Ozzy probably hit his shoulder on the metal swing legs. A little piece of the shoulder blade is just floating around in the joint, causing the inconsistent limp! Dr. Jessica sent the x-rays off to a specialist today...thank God for digital x-rays that can be emailed! She suspects Ozzy will need surgery to remove the bone chip, but wants an expert opinion before she starts messing around in his joints. I appreciate her caution! Ozzy will likely have surgery later this week, after the specialist responds.
My poor little sweetie. He is a bit of a troublemaker, but he's really a very sweet boy. It's been a lot of work and six years to get Ozzy from untouchable to snuggling on the couch...course he only cuddles with me; if he doesn't know you he will bark incessantly until you go away!
The only good thing out of today....Ozzy survived and maybe learned that I come back! Plus the last time Jessica saw him it was for his weight. Ozzy is a hard keeper and gets dangerously skinny. This time last year, he looked like a starving stray and I was sure he had some form of cancer that was causing him to waste away. He actually has a metabolism I would kill for. Today his weight is just under 54 pounds, which is absolutely perfect...it takes three times the food the other dogs get to keep him there, but at least I'm not embarassed to take him for a walk anymore!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Might he be yours?
Someone must be looking for this boy...
He wandered into my yard yesterday, a young, neutered Golden Lab. He's very friendly and sweet. Gets along well with other dogs. I like him, but Labs are not my breed and I don't want any more dogs.
If he's yours or you know where he might belong, please leave a comment and I'll get you my contact info!
Edited to add that Buddy was reclaimed on Monday evening, by his much relieved caregivers who he was delighted to see!
He wandered into my yard yesterday, a young, neutered Golden Lab. He's very friendly and sweet. Gets along well with other dogs. I like him, but Labs are not my breed and I don't want any more dogs.
If he's yours or you know where he might belong, please leave a comment and I'll get you my contact info!
Edited to add that Buddy was reclaimed on Monday evening, by his much relieved caregivers who he was delighted to see!
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