Showing posts from July, 2019


I'm sitting here watching two dogs share the same Nylabone.  Gus and Hershey have developed a powerful bond, one built on trust and perhaps unspoken empathy. Our environment and experiences guide our actions. This process is hardwired into most animals as a form of preservation. The more potent the lesson, the more likely it is to be remembered.  Gus was found waddling downtown Steubenville with his litter. A young man packed them up in a box and brought them to the humane society.  He couldn't find the mother, and feared he hadn't caught the entire little.  It's possible that the mother was struck by a car. That moment of separation touched Angus' life, a bit of baggage that he still caries with him even if he can't remember the event itself.  To this day, Gus backs away if you reach out to pick him up. He frets if anyone in his environment cries, shouts, or expresses pain. It may also account for his fiercely protective nature, and may be the reaso

PUPDATE: Lab Weenies are not T. rexes

Today was Hershey's first visit to the vet.  His wellness exam is still on for Friday, but I've been worried about a UTI. Hershey's first adoptive family had returned him for being "too excited".  One of the woman's other complaints was that he "drank too much" and "peed too often".  His odd "drink and piss a river" behavior continued the first week we had him.  There are plenty of reasons to not fret over it too much.  Puppy's don't have great bladder control; puppies wee when excited; puppies are just puppies. The length of the piss was rather long, however, and I didn't see any improvement.  He had also started weeing more often in the house.  I called to make his appointment but couldn't get him in any sooner than Friday. Determined not to let things brew, I asked if I could bring a urine specimen in before then. "Sure," they said. Getting piss from a dog isn't that difficult. Males a

REFLECTION: Sammi Speckle Spot

I found Sammi's info tonight. He's been gone a few years now. Best retired racer we ever had.

PUPDATE: Hershel von Offenzoomin

aka Hershey   Facebook and Twitter folks have asked about the "hovering dog" picture.  No, Hershey can't fly.  He does love to break into zoomies when outside. His original name was Hershey.  (We briefly changed it to Fritz but, after a day, it didn't feel right.) I spotted him last week while on a dog quest (finding a friend for Angus).  The Pet Adoption League had several pups, but it was a picture that stole my heart. His backstory broke it. "Meet Hershey. This little nugget is about 4-5 months old and he’s a Dachshund mix. He was originally adopted out through us as a young pup but he became too much for the previous owners so now he’s looking for his new forever home. He’s the happiest little guy and so friendly. He is very active. He has tons of puppy energy and we are requiring he go to someone with a decent sized yard so he can burn some energy. He would make a wonderful running partner. He is still a pup so he can learn to get along

ZEPHYR: Goodbye, good friend

Zephyr Zydeco April 2000 - July 2019 Saying goodbye is never easy. After nineteen years, it seems nearly impossible.  Yet we said farewell to our beloved Zephyr today.  The Rainbow Bridge is a bittersweet place. This Italian Greyhound was the last of the "Colorado Dogs".  We rescued him from a pet shop in the Citadel Mall when he was only a few weeks old.  Nobody wanted him. Iggy's look frail. They lack that fat, roly-poly essence.  He was in a small cage, frightened yet excited. We had just lost our retired racer, Barron, and seeing this little guy brought back a flood of fond memories. We had to take him home. There are many words to describe him. Silly, sweet, capricious, prissy.  As a puppy, he loved grabbing onto Better Half's slipper as he walked.  He was the lone male of the Bitch Brigade (we had three large breed females already) but, in his mind, he was the crown prince. He went by many pet names. Wiggy, Iggy, Buddy, Turd, the Turdous. My

2019 CONGRESSIONAL DISTRICT CENSUS: Marketing for the clueless masses

If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State. The 2020 campaign promises to be insufferable right up to election day. We can all expect to be inundated with calls, texts, and mailings regardless of our party affiliation. Although beneficial to voters, this practice actually annoys me. You can conceal dog poop in a fancy gift bag festooned with glittery ribbons but, regardless of how promising the presentation, it's still a bag of shit. Such is the case with the campaign fundraising letter I received yesterday. I'm a Republican. Lucky me. Cleve