Monthly Archives: October 2011

Not So Interesting

Why does anyone care about the Madoffs?

60 Minuntes seems to think the 99% of us who 1) can’t ever dream of tranfering 10 million from one account or another and/or 2) can’t ever imagine making money off of a book about your dad’s nefarious deeds care.

I don’t.  I’m just waiting for The Amazing Race to come on.

I’d tell 60 minutes this very thing, but I don’t want to register for yet another website.  I’ll let the youngsters do that.

Interesting

Hackers vs. drug dealers.

This looks to be a time when we will see if the power of exposure is greater than the gun.

I’m 100% behind this.  I don’t care if it is fake or not.  Just the idea of a group of internationals getting together and saying no, you will not do this is very powerful.

 

Good Luck in Your New Life, Little Bit. I Love You.

I let her guide our walk this morning.  It was our last together.  She ignored all of the little friends she has made in her walks — or maybe they were all still sleeping since it was around 7:00 a.m.  We took her normal morning circuit, and then she led me off into the park.  It was full speed ahead until I turned us back toward the house.  Then we slowed way down.  That’s normal for her.

I will always remember that walk.

I will always remember her eating pecans in the backyard while I worked, and the bath I gave her last weekend.  I will always remember finding her on the table eating cat food one night when we were supposed to be watching tv together.

I will always remember how excited and sweet she was when we encountered little kids on our walks.  She wiggled like crazy, but she was always very gentle and gave them kisses.

I will always remember the little wild girl that turned into a perfect (or near perfect) flower of a girl.  Yeah, she liked flowers, too.

She had worn Murphy’s harnie all these weeks.  Luckily, I could make it small enough to fit her.  My last moment with her, I clicked one of Murphy’s old collars around her neck.  It was all I could give to her.  The only thing she might be able to keep.  Something that smelled like us.  It’s the one she’s wearing in this picture.  I hope the guys at the SPCA let her keep it.

Good Luck in Your Life, Little Bit.  I Love You.

UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE!!!!!!!!1111!1111!

She’s already up on the SPCA website.

Decompression

Today has been all about that.

Work this past week was brutal.  Next week won’t be much better.

I needed today.  I watered the garden and washed dishes.  Not much else.  The pups and kitten got a lot of attention.

I enjoy taking Little Bit for walks.  It has made me realize that I count on the pups just being happy with the front yard.   Little Bit goes to the SPCA next Saturday.  I have decided to encourage her good behavior and hope that any health problems she might have will be diminished given her glowing personality.  I will let her go, just as I have let the sadness of losing Junebug and Harry and Dot and Fanny go.  Mommy has been here for breakfast the last two days as has the tabby Tom — who isn’t really afraid of me any more.  I will trap that mofo and release him much like I did the other big bad-ass male.

This is a busy time of year.  There’s the garden and fixing the house and the four-footed ones and I need to practice cooking a turkey.  And then there is oil change and gas and cleaning the house.

I need another day.  Or a clone.  Or something

I let her in

knowing that I was just testing her.  She was just perfect.  I plan to take her to the SPCA weekend after next, but letting her come sleep on the couch next to me while I watch teevee worked out very well tonight.

 

Today in Pups

Little Bit has a cute curly tail.  Tonight I asked Murphy if he could do that with his tail and he told me that was for girls.

After looking into the foster requirements for the place I went to in Saturday and finding them to be as anal as all the other rescue sites, I decided I would go with the SPCA.

It’s rained all day

and it was great.  The pups . . . all of them . . . have been very good.  I am currently filling Tammy and Murphy with their cookie quotient.

Little Bit was laundry girl today.  She definitely didn’t like the dry when it squealed its complete cycle.  The washer only bothered her a bit.  We went out for three walks — always when the rain had let up.  She’s even improved on her crate housekeeping.   By this evening, she wasn’t wet with her own pee (nor was anything else — she managed to pee in a laundry basket earlier).

Murphy danced in the rain yesterday evening and every time I let him out today.  He’s the ultimate all-weather pup, even though he was a bit jealous when he saw me walking her.  He’ll get over it.

I planted beets, onions, carrots, and rutabagas yesterday.  The lettuce I planted last Sat. has already come up.  Perhaps this fall/winter will be better to the garden than this past summer.  It wouldn’t take much.