The goodest of bois has turned 13. He’s had a rough couple of months. Hopefully, 2022 will be a more relaxed retirement for him. Some animals you just know you’ll never have another close to in the future. He’s that once in a lifetime dog. From the streets of Flint, Michigan to his own house purchased with his golden years in mind, he deserves every single thing we can give him and we’re so happy that we’ve had 13 years with this handsome devil. I wish we could have 13 more. Happy birthday Ozzy ‘No More Tears’ Ozzdog! ❤
Whew. It’s been a week.
The weekend before this past one, Ozzy began acting funny. Crying constantly, needing to go outside constantly, dribbling pee but not much coming out. He was so uncomfortable. I know this because this is the most stoic dog I’ve ever met and he never whines about anything except boredom. We stayed up almost that entire Saturday night. I think we may have got about 3 hours of sleep collectively.
Sunday morning, I took him to the emergency vet. They took him back (you’re not allowed to go in still) and proceeded to keep him for 4 hours and did nothing for him. I know they have to triage critical cases, however, how do you determine who is critical when you do not even examine them for hours? I had to make the decision that if he was going to die due to lack of medical care, that he might as well do it at home where he is comfortable. They handed him back wordlessly to me, he was dribbling pee everywhere and went back inside. No apologies.
Thankfully, he made it through the night and his regular vet got him in immediately the next day. After examining him, she was furious at the ER vet. He had a urinary blockage and his bladder was distended 4-5 times its normal size. It took her 30 seconds to palpitate his bladder and find the problem. A x-ray revealed a bladder full of stones and one was blocking his urethra. He went into emergency surgery and she saved his life.
He is almost 13 but we were not ready to let him go over something so stupid as bladder/kidney stones (still waiting on the labs results). He is that once in a lifetime dog. One night without him practically crushed us because we got a taste of life without him.
We’re just over a week into recovery now and he’s finally feeling a little spunky again. He gets to go to work with me this week so I can keep him from jumping and licking his incision. He’s enjoying all the attention and treats.
He gets his staples and stitches out this Thursday and then we head up north for bow hunting season this weekend. We’ll hang out at my dad’s, continuing his recovery while the boys go hunt things. I have so much schoolwork to catch up on, I’ll be hitting cafes while he sleeps since my dad doesn’t have internet.
Look at that cute face. LOOK AT IT.
July overall is going to prove a very busy month for me. I barely have time to read for enjoyment thanks to school. It’s leaving me with little creativity currently so I thought I would take a month to recharge my blog batteries. Vacation should help with that and I will be very hard pressed not to pop on here and post about it but I’m going to try. August should see school done for a couple of weeks and then I shall return to posting.
I WILL be hopping on to read everyone else’s blogs though. You guys post a lot of fun things and I don’t want to miss out on the fun.
I hope July is fantastic for all of you and I come back in August with a blogging vengeance. ❤
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I hope that everyone had a rather lovely Easter weekend. We had a quiet day at home. The weather was nice, we took the dogs for a car ride and the husband polished up his new motorcycle.
We have now been bombarded by Covid vaccine supply at work, so chaos has broken out trying to keep up with the phone calls, scheduling people and then actually giving the vaccines. This week will probably continue to be a quiet one when it comes to me posting. Some days I’m coming straight home and just plopping down on the couch until I’m required to move. I foresee much of that in my future this week.
Take care everyone!
It’s been quite some time since the dogs had their very own post here on the blog and with the recent snow fall, they’ve been especially cute playing in the fluffy whiteness. So just sit back and enjoy a small photo gallery of my funny little snow hounds. ❤
I loving refer to Ozzy as the Snow King in the winter as he LUUUUUURRVVVEESSS the snow. Samus loves it for a minute, bounds through it like a deer and then is promptly ready to go back inside to the warmth. Ozzy must be convinced to come back in.
Sorry for a lack of updates folks but this little blogger caught herself a nasty upper respiratory infection that caused her ear drum to rupture. So whenever I am not at work, I’m wandering around my house responding with a “HUH?!?!” to everything my husband says OR sleeping. I’ve slept SO much but it really does help.
I knew I was coming down with something when we left for our trip north a week and a half ago. I did not foresee becoming THIS sick. I was trucking along fine until my ear drum ruptured and then I was just down for the count.
Samus has done her best to help me recoup. Maximum snuggles while reading or sleeping.
As you can see, I’ve been working my way along Red Mars by Kim Stanley Robinson. It appears to be equal parts slightly boring and absolutely fascinating. I’m fairly certain it’s the terraforming the planet that is keeping me going. The characters are okay but the transformation to make the planet habitable for humans is the best part. It’s long though, highly detailed, so it will take me probably to the end of the month to finish it.
Alas, we’re heading back north this week for Thanksgiving. Every year we rotate where we spend Thanksgiving and it hasn’t been at my dad’s house in quite some time. So expect another small hiatus from me.
Speaking of my dad AND science fiction month, I guess it never really registered until I made the list of movies and TV shows but my dad has been my greatest influence into science fiction. It’s funny the things you never realize until it is very obviously pointed out in random fashion.
Who influenced YOUR love for science fiction??
If there is one thing I would suggest to anyone considering a DIY chain-link fence project for their home, it would be, hire someone else to do it. Especially, if your property contained an amount of rocks under the dirt that you thought could only exist in the mountains.
I didn’t intend on an impromptu hiatus but let me tell you, even with 6 people tackling this project, it whooped our asses.
It’s a huge relief to have this finally done. Not only do the dogs get to wander freely about without a leash or myself wandering after them, but it will also keep any other dogs from wandering into our yard. (This has become a big fear since a recent dog attack on a family dog several months ago.) The dogs appear to approve and Ozzy has picked out several prime laying around locations.
Now, I’m going to go try to catch up on some of your blogs before I take off on a long weekend adventure with Ignited Moth and her beau.
Published Date: January 15, 2019
Publishing Co.: William Morrow
Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
“My mission is to rescue. My hope is that one day I won’t have to.”
If you’ve heard that quote before, there’s a good chance that you’re a fan of Animal Planet’s Pit Bulls & Parolees. This memoir belongs to the feisty, red-headed woman who started Villabos Rescue Center, first rescuing wolves and wolf hybrids, then turning to one of the dog’s with the baddest reputations, the American Pit Bull Terrier. Currently, the rescue houses close to 400 dogs of all breeds and employs parolees to help with all of the work. It takes one tough person to hold all of that together.
In My Life Among the Underdogs, we get a peek into Tia’s life before starting the rescue. First, being raised a cowgirl by her stepmother who taught her to depend on no one else, to a drifting young adult, to an exotic animal trainer, to a dog trainer for Hollywood, then to rescuing full time. All of this while giving birth to and raising two beautiful daughters, who would become strong, independent and compassionate just like their mother.
We also learn the life stories of some of the top dogs of Tia’s life. These chapters were both uplifting and heartbreaking. You learn about these wonderful, resilient creatures and all they taught both Tia and humanity and then, you hear about their passing. How can that not tug at your heart? If you’ve had a dog, you’re probably all too familiar with that pain, so it’s impossible not to relate.
There are not too many people in this world that I truly idolize but, Tia Torres is one of the them. Life spent rescuing animals is hard, I’ve dabbled in it myself, no where near the size that Tia has. While rewarding, at times it can be absolutely soul crushing. You have to look the worst of humanity in the eye, not engage to the best of your ability and just get the poor, tortured animal the fuck out of dodge. It’s a hard thing to dedicate your life to. Animal rescue workers are more prone to depression and suicide, and it’s understandable.
I hope to see more memoirs from Tia Torres or anyone on her rescue crew. It helps bring more people into the rescue fold, even if it’s adopting instead of shopping, every changed mind is progress and we still have a long ways to go.
My one complaint, and I don’t think I’ve said this since I was little, is that there are no pictures! I mean, I want one million dog pictures, but if there could have just have been ten or so, that would have been great. I loved hearing about these amazing dogs but I would have also really liked to see their cute little faces.
Okay, that’s a little dramatic but we did get 4-5 inches of snow and we woke up to it being 1 degree outside. The dogs were out for less than 3 minutes, they could barely pee, before they started lifting their paws and trying to lay down in the snow. So we’ve declared it, No Leaving the House Day.
It’s excellent timing as I’ve already been feeling restless. I’m ready to get outside and work on all the things but alas, that’s still going to be a couple of months.
That means today I’m going to try to occupy myself with lots of random things; try a new baking recipe, decide whether to continue the book I’m reading or not, laundry, pinning soup recipes and eyeballing Instant Pots. (My faithful crock pot has a massive crack in it.) There might even be an attempt at writing but we’ll see. My restlessness makes concentrating nearly impossible. Even as I write this, I drift off thinking of other things.
What do you do to combat cabin fever?
Here’s Ozzy looking all majestic in the snow:
Good morning friends! The coffee hasn’t even begun to kick in yet but I thought I’d drop in with a quick announcement that I will be gone for 9 days for a family vacation. I haven’t decided whether I’ll take my laptop or not so I doubt there will be any posts. We’re driving 2 days down, 5 days at the location and driving 2 days back, with the dogs. It’s going to be quite the adventure. If you’d like to follow any potential hijinks, don’t forget to follow me over at my Instagram page. It’s right in my hot little hand so I’m expecting to update daily there.
I leave you off with a cute picture of Samus helping me pack for the big trip.