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Riddle Master Update

Ridley does not recognize Day Light Savings time. We should be getting an extra hour sleep but instead, I’ve already had my coffee because once I’m awake, I’m awake. It’s hard to stay mad at someone so especially cute though. He’s technically correct and it’s our usual time to get up and start the workday.

So, I thought, what better time to post a Ridley update? He has made a few appearances in posts but nothing substantial.

This boy is an absolute snuggle master. I’ve never had a dog that tried their best to melt into you. He loves kisses and boops my face when I haven’t given him enough. Seriously, each check, his forehead and sides and top of his nose must be kissed before he’s satisfied. He will happily sleep on top of myself or Mr. C&M which has been something to get used to. He sometimes lays his muzzle on top of my mouth and nose while I’m sleeping. I keep telling myself he’s not trying to snuff me out, but I could be wrong. There are worse ways to go.

In the beginning of October, we had a medical emergency with Ridley. What the vet thought to be torn soft tissue from a bad jump, ended up being an abscess that ruptured 36 hours later. Of course, after the vet was closed. Luckily for us, we have a vet tech friend that I was able to call. She walked us through how to take care of him until morning. If you’ve never experienced an abscess rupture, it’s horrifying, and I will never forget that smell. By the time we saw the vet the next day, they pretty much said to keep doing what we were already doing and added painkillers and antibiotics. This meant keeping him bandaged while the wound finished draining (days) and keeping him calm until the wound healed on its own.

After the initial horror show, he was a model patient. The first night, I was the only one he allowed to bandage him. The pain brought back his association of pain with men, and he would not allow Mr. C&M to touch him the first night. Later, he sweetly apologized to his dad for being mean by sulking up to him and covering him in kisses. From then on, we had no more issues taking care of him. (In the second picture above, you can see his injured shoulder after it closed up.)

November 12th will be 3 months since we rescued him. It’s been a bit of a whirlwind but we’re making baby step progress. The injury definitely set him back socially. The pain triggered his mistrust of humans again. So, it’s like we’re starting fresh and that’s okay. Recovery can’t be rushed.

BEEFCAKE.

He is finally at a healthy weight. He hasn’t been to the vet since his injury, but I think he’s right around 47 pounds. (He was only 30 when he arrived at the shelter. Skin and bones.)

Animal rescue is a journey. He’s recovery won’t happen overnight, but I am so glad to have this boy in my life. He’s an absolute clown and love bug. I can’t wait to share the holidays with him. He’s going to love it.

August 2022

The second half of 2022 wasn’t shaping up to be any better than the first half, then two things happened. First, my new anti-anxiety meds kicked in. Two, we adopted Ridley.

While things are far from perfect, they don’t seem so bleak anymore either.

Besides work, my time has been consumed with our new family member. My mornings are not my own anymore. I get up, take two dogs out, take two dogs for a walk, feed two dogs and THEN have my coffee to help wake up.

Strutters.

Mornings before work were when I would typically catch up on all my online related activities. No more. I’m pretty much doing things right up until I walk out of the door for work. But walking a mile every morning has felt great for the most part.

My dad has sold my childhood home. I’m not sad about this in the slightest. He received an incredible offer on the house and an amazing opportunity for his future residence. We’re heading there to help him move stuff this weekend. Being the exceptional planner that I am, I didn’t even realize it was Labor Day weekend and traveling is probably going to suck. *gulps*

I haven’t even been reading anything as of late. Partly because the meds cause me to be scatter brained but also because Ridley puts EVERYTHING in his mouth. So, I decided that the Kindle would be my safest bet to attempt reading when he calms down and I cannot find the damn thing. *sad face* It has to be in this house somewhere though.

School starts tomorrow. I’m excited for this semester as I do not have any classes that I am dreading. In fact, I’m very much looking forward to one of them. Now the trick is to juggle my time to get things done. My last semester I only had Samus, and she just slept in my bed while I did work. Now I have a rambunctious ‘toddler’ to manage too. With all of this going on, don’t be too surprised if I’m scarce for a bit. I have to become an excellent time manager and I don’t know what that looks like yet.

I realize both of these pictures make him look calm and manageable but let me tell you, a lot of raising Hell goes on before he chills out for these serene pics.

Speaking of, he’s had his after-dinner nap and it’s time to see if we can get some snuggling in tonight.

How was your August? What was the best part?

Welcome, the Riddle Master

One of many of his growing collection of nicknames.

That’s right. We added to our clan. I don’t think either of us was truly ready (it is 6 months today since we lost Ozzy) but when I learned of this little boy, I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. I did not think Mr. C&M would come around and say yes, so color me surprised when this dog came up for adoption far sooner than I expected and Mr. C&M said, “Let’s do it.”

Formerly known as Wrigley, he came to the shelter we adopted Ozzy from in early July. He was clearly a bait dog. If you’re not familiar with that term, it’s dogs used as practice for fighting dogs. To avoid damage to their “champions”, his teeth were ground down to the gums, most likely without pain killers so that he couldn’t fight back. He is covered, literally, from the tip of his nose to his missing tail tip in scars. His ears are jagged from pieces being torn off. He has advanced osteoarthritis in one elbow from some unknown injury.

These are pictures from when he arrived at the shelter. Found in someone’s yard, either dumped off or escaped from Hell. He was completely shut down. He cowered in his kennel and air snapped when anyone tried to get a leash on him. He had only known terror.

I wanted to foster him however we do not live in the county, which is a requirement. Luckily, another kind lady stepped up. She lured him out of his kennel with Timbits and livers wurst and took him home. She spent 4 weeks socializing him and teaching him that humans could be kind. He came to the shelter weighing only 30 pounds. She packed 10 more on him by the time he came to us.

He has issues with strangers touching his head and neck area. Until he knows that you mean him no harm, he will bite. He doesn’t have teeth though, so no damage is done. Despite being bit and Mr. C&M getting head butted, our meet and greet went well and his foster mom felt that we would be patient enough to give him a good home. Samus didn’t object although she wasn’t in love either.

That was a little over a week ago that he came home. Day one was a little rough. He had been neutered 45 minutes before being dropped off to two people he had met once and then went on a 2-hour car ride to a new house. I was bit a few times getting him out of the vehicle. Again, no damage. I felt bad that I was causing him so much stress, but he couldn’t live in the car. Mr. C&M couldn’t do it because he’s more afraid of men.

Two days later we could both kiss his head and squeeze his cheeks. He is an utter lovebug. He gets spooked a little easy, but everything is new to him. Every day an adventure. As I write this, he is snuggled up next to my leg after exploring what the heck a laptop was.

Please welcome, Ridley.

Mr. C&M came up with his name. An easy change from Wrigley and comes from the same games that Samus’ name comes from. Of course, Samus and Ridley are not friends in the game, I was worried it might be a bad omen. However, Samus is coming around and learning that the new kid might be fun after all.

Goodbye, Sweet Boy

Just shy of 2 weeks ago, we had to make the decision to let our sweet boy, Ozzy, go. My heart is broken. This is the reason that I have not posted in almost a month. What we thought to be a pulled muscle from a fall while we were at work, turned out to also be a probable internal tumor that was leaking blood inside.

But I am not here today to focus on what went wrong, as much as I am here to convey a weak attempt at all that he meant to us. He was 13 years old. If you have followed me for a while, you’ll know that he had emergency surgery to save his life 5 months ago. We regret nothing about paying the money to do that because we got 5 more months of him being the happiest boy and making more memories with him. So much snuggling, a few more adventures and lots more pizza crusts.

We adopted Ozzy from the Flint animal shelter when he was 10 weeks old. He has been the joy of our lives ever since.

He was a once in a lifetime dog. He was a ride or die. We read SO many books together over the years. He was down to snuggle or adventure. He traveled like he was born to do it. Every stranger was just someone who didn’t know they loved him yet. (And they ALWAYS loved him once they took the time to meet him.) He was the most empathetic creature I’ve ever met. Sad? He’s got you. Angry? He knows it and gives you your space. Tired? Cuddle time. Excited? Let’s bounce around the house together.

I reread what I’ve wrote and all I can think is, this doesn’t do him justice. He was that amazing. I would look at him and my heart would swell so much that I had to rush over and kiss his forehead and squish his cheeks.

Our lives will always be emptier without him. At the same time, we were so damn lucky that he chose us, and we got to be his parents. We went through so much together in 13 years and created so many wonderful memories that we’re lucky to have.

His sister misses him.

His dad misses him.

I miss him.

I think we all will for every day that we have left on this planet.

Goodbye, sweet boy. We will remember you and miss you and love you. Always.