Surprisingly, most dogs don't like the rain....

Ah, the one-of-a-kind smell of seven long haired wet dogs who go out into the rain just quickly enough to do their business and then come right back in the dog door.  Or  to scurry out to inspect the squirrel sitting high in a maple tree and throwing down bunches of leaves in its harvest.  Or to run down to the end of the fence to see what the neighbor's dog is barking about.  Or to run to the gate of the agility area, wishfully thinking it might be possible to catch the bird digging worms on the other side of the gate.  Or to tip toe out just to be sure it is still raining.  Or to all run out when one dog starts the "rumor mill barking" and all have to go see what the first dog is barking about.  The list is a long one from a dog's point of view.

During a rainy day, between short sleeps in the house, the dog door flap is constantly in use just long enough to enable the outer coat of each and every dog to stay wet all day long.  It is just a dog thing.  Yes, I could close the door, and keep all my dogs inside all day but then they get bored, and their curiosity wains.  The younger ones get antsy from lack of doing anything and create new, less positive activities.  No, it is much better to keep the dog door open and in use, not pay attention to the wet floors and furniture (thank God for leather) and just accept the whole experience as a special rainy day event.

For those of you who don't know much about collies, they have a very thick undercoat that keeps them quite dry close to their skin even though the outside coat looks sopping wet.  So when they come to cuddle with us, they are not feeling much of the water they are spreading all over us.  But you know what, I still hug and cuddle them even though I get sopping wet.  I seldom pass up a dog's request for attention.  Clothes, floors, furniture, and outer layers of dogs eventually dry, but our dogs are with us for such a brief amount of time.  So I react to them as if they were totally dry.  It is just my thing.

Take care,
Liz

Have been enjoying playing "Words"....

Am enjoying playing the game Words With Friends on facebook.  Sometimes I have 12 or more games going at once and it keeps my brain in gear.  In the circle of life, I am getting in the old lady class, and it is nice to have so many wonderful friends to challenge me and keep me thinking!  Almost every day I learn a new word that someone has posted.  It's not that I remember every strange word that pops up, but so nice to know there is so much I don't know.  It keeps life moving forward when we can keep delving into brand new knowledge (to us anyway...lol).  To me, it doesn't matter whether I win or lose, just the journey of playing.  Each play a friend makes sets up a brand new layout that I have to think through.  Unlike some games, it is never the same from play to play, and from person to person.  So for all you wonderful people, young or old,  that are keeping me moving forward, a thousand thank yous!  Having a fun time with it all.

Take care,

Liz

Feeding the dogs....

Bowls are ready!

Here are some photos of the dog feeding process.  We feed our dogs 3 small meals a day, so that means 21 bowls of food prepared each day.  They are worth all the time it takes. Each dog gets exactly what is needed for his or her good health. All dogs get daily chicken and chicken broth added to every meal. As you can see, they all eat together well and stick to their own bowls which makes it much easier for me. I am so happy they all get along so well!

Seven dogs eating peacefully.

...about how the school year creates order in one's life.

In my household, the school schedule has always had a huge influence.    Summers are rather chaotic but in an exciting, friendly way.  The rest of the seasons, except for school vacations, are quite orderly. Once school begins in the fall, things seem to settle down in a fairly predictable adventure.  Alarm clocks are set, people get up closer to the same time each day, the dogs fall into a well oiled pattern, and even the parakeets fall into line.



Having always been a student or a teacher, or married to a teacher, ringing bells have always controlled our lives.  Even here at home, Ralph calls at the same time every day to see how things are going.  My feeding and exercise schedule with the dogs stay the same from day to day.  Folks come over to eat with us every Tuesday.  Doctor, acupuncture, therapy, and chiropractic appointments fall mostly on their usual days.  Walks, agility, and playing times fall daily into place for the dogs.  Agility classes for our students fall on the same two days.



And so it goes until a vacation occurs.  Then we all cast our fates to the wind.  Getting up times change, the dogs take advantage of having two people at their disposal for a whole week and things don't run as smoothly.  Still these times are very dear to us, teaching us that sometimes have some non-scheduled weeks are just the right medicine for us all. It doesn't matter that we all get a little dopey headed from lack of sleep or sometimes ill because we let down our guards for a while.  These times let our bodies refresh themselves and get out all the bottled up stuff a strict schedule causes.



Life is never dull!

...about my dear grandfather.

Got some very endearing news on this emotionally filled day.  By a classmate (Mark Peabody),  a beautiful, touching history has been unveiled  from days long since passed.  While my classmate's son-in-law (Paul Morin) was working on a camp at Sebec Lake (near Dover-Foxcroft, ME) several bits of history were uncovered.  My grandfather used to be the caretaker for that camp many years ago, and now in the remodeling process, these artifacts have been uncovered and shared through photos.  Not only that.  The same family, albeit grand children of the original owner, have shared thoughts of just how much my grandfather was loved and respected by them.  I feel the need to put this all together just so it is here to read whenever I wish to feel thankful that my grandfather was so important in my life and his memory still is.

Here is a letter written by one of the original owner's grandchildren:

A board removed from the camp with his signature.

from ~Biri Fay

"This is wonderful. Mr. Martell Pray was one of the finest men I have ever met and all of us loved him. He taught me a great deal about the woods and the animals and plants that lived there. He showed me how to build a squirrel trap. I caught one and let it out in the bathroom of the New House and it climbed up the shower and perched on the shower rod. Mr. Martell also showed me the peanut plant growing underground at the beach. My Mother was Jean Davidson Fay, the eldest of Sidney W. Davidson's children. Yes, we are still the same family. Mr. Martell was one of the few people with whom my Grandfather was on a first name basis".

"Liz, I hope you will come out to the Camp next summer and you will find your Grandfather`s name all over, and I can show you how many beautiful things he did there."

" I sometimes think that Mr. Martell's spirit was passed down to Paul Morin."


I am so thankful to Mark, Paul, and Biri Fay for making some brand new dear memories about my grandfather.

As if that isn't enough to feel joy about, another long ago friend (Kevin Stitham) wrote a wonderful piece about my grandfather's store on Lincoln Street in D-F.  This piece is also very endearing and adds yet another past memory for me to embrace with joy.  Here it is:

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12/4/1992

When I was eight years old, a twenty-five cent piece would find its way each week into my Christmas Club at the Piscataquis Savings Bank – located right across East Main Street from the Piscataquis Observer building. By the miracle of compound interest (but mainly by the bank kicking in the last twenty-five cents), I wound up with a $12.00 bank check the first part of December for all my Christmas shopping needs.

My grandfather, grandmother, and father (1930s)

In pre-mall 1960 there was only one place for your one-stop shopping, Lincoln Street’s own M.F. Pray’s right across from the Hayes Law Office.

One could quickly pass through the first floor, past the paints, sandpaper, artist supplies (whatever those were), wallpaper, and varnishes. You would be tempted to pause just before the stairs and place a penny in the slot of the mechanical marvel for a jawbreaker. But it was the stairs that took forever to climb. Spaced haphazardly along the stairway walls were posters with plastic bags stapled beneath garish ads proclaiming that you too could be the life of the party if only you purchased the fake fly trapped in the fake plastic ice cube. For 30 cents you could shock all of your friends with the electric joy buzzer handshake ring. It would take many a shuffle up and down those stairs to read all those ads, and to paw through all those exotic wares of magic snake pellets, x-ray glasses, metal wire puzzles, and nails in the bloody thumb bandage. With a fortune of $12.00 to spend, the wares of the stairs easily took care of those choices for those lucky enough to have the same high standards in gifts as you did.

Once one finally arrived at the second floor, one found the China gift shop and genuine, high-priced, authentic knickknacks. The curator of this treasure trove was a rather wizened, chain–smoking lady who alternated between having the widest smile or the severest frown depending upon the level of the traffic that stumbled up into her domain. The balance of shopping for those older sisters and of course all the adults in one’s life could be had here. She even had some surprises tucked away up here, like fake cigarette pens and even fake cigarette penknives. (I still have that fake cigarette penknife that I purchased some 32 years ago.)

A full hour of shopping found the wares of M. F. Pray fully up to the task of providing gifts for two brothers, two sisters, Mom, Dad, Gram, and Gramp. Sometimes there was even some coins left over from my Xmas Club bonanza for a treat for myself like those Chinese handcuffs… or maybe even that finger guillotine.

By November 27, 1992 on the busiest shopping day of the year, the Pray building had stood empty for many years. The hesitating steps of a boy’s feet encased in wool socks in rubber pacs upon its well-worn wooden stairs were heard now only in my memory. It is not surprising that at the start of this season of holiday shopping the Pray building drew in upon itself, heaved a giant sigh, and utterly collapsed. It left another hole in the downtown, but it is a hole that memories long since made have already filled.

--Kevin L. Stitham

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So in the space of a few weeks, I have been reminded over and over of the gentle, loving, wonderful man my grandfather was and how he influenced the lives of so many around him.  I know he brought up two little "throw away" girls that no one else cared enough to nurture and gave us the support we needed to know that anything is possible.  He was a responsible, joy filled, dear man and I feel humbled by how he stepped up to the plate and lived his life with strength, respectability, honesty, and a deep sense of responsibility.  

I can sum up his courage with one short story.  I remember asking him one time when, still fairly a young man, he was so crippled up with rheumatoid arthritis, "How can you keep going with so much pain and creaking joints?"  His reply was very pragmatic.  "I know that if I don't get up even one day, I will never have the mobility to get up the next.  So I get up."  It was a very short reply but stated who he was.  He was a man who always "got up", took a step forward, and faced the world head on with humor, kindness, and bravery.  Bless you, dear Gramps!

Sometimes anxiety is relentless....

Have been doing much better anxiety wise, but the last 3 days have been a challenge.  For those of you who have made it through life without panic attacks and generalized anxiety, be very thankful you never have to face such a feeling.  That is worth repeating.  Be very thankful!  For those of you, like me, who just have an unpredictable fear that washes over you out of the blue, my heart goes out to you.  I truly understand what you face each day and how much harder it is to enjoy your day even with the fear filling your body.  It takes a mountain of courage to keep moving forward and to keep the anxiety from taking over.  We have all taken the meds that calm us down, not to mention, that have taken away our creative spark at the same time.  Many of us have taken alternate medical routes with some relief, wasted money on gimmicks that do nothing positive for our suffering, and have had therapy of all kinds to give us the tools to beat back the worst of it.  Frustratingly for some of us, the fear persists, and we have to learn to live with it.

I was very fortunate that I made it almost to 40 before severe anxiety made it to my doorstep.  Illness is the trigger for me so major surgery plus other assorted medical battles have recharged my anxiety every time I feel I have finally mastered it. So for 21 years, it has been a daily event to keep anxiety low and the joy of life high.  I have gone many months sometimes with no issues at all, then suddenly, like a bad friend, I wake up and it is there in full force.  So be it.  When these bouts happen, it takes much more energy to get through the day and to embrace the positive and be thankful.  Yet, staying positive and being thankful are  the only weapons available to use sometimes.  So be it.

One of the greatest tools is helping others.  By placing my focus on someone else instead of my anxiety, I am not fueling it or giving it the power it is seeking from me.  It is very hard to help someone else when I am shaking inside but it can be done.  And the person I am helping often has no clue what is going on because anxiety is one of those invisible illnesses that is not visible to others.

So I have had 3 days of fear in a row, but with moments of laughter, joy, and thankfulness mixed in, not to mention a ton of wet, slobbery doggie kisses.  I am keeping the faith that my anxiety will quiet down for a while once again very soon but until then, I will live in the moment and be thankful for all the good that is around me right now.  It is the best I can do.  So be it.

Take care,
Liz

Life getting back to normal after Hurricane Irene....

Thankfully, Irene was not too annoying in our area although we did lose power about 24 hours.  Sadly, it was much worse for many other areas of New England with Vermont being the worst because of flooding.  The rivers and streams filled up quickly, washed out roads and several bridges, including some beautiful old covered bridges.  In Maine, there are still folks without power.  Hoping things get back to normal soon.  Along the Atlantic coast, from North Carolina to Maine, Irene was not kind.  New Jersey is a mess along the boardwalk.  Much rebuilding will be needed.

Lucy after a good run!

Both of our homes, our present one and the one we are trying to sell, came through the storm just fine except for the power losses.  Now life is getting back to normal for us and we have had three days of just beautiful weather with bright sunshine and cool temperatures.  The dogs have been full of energy because of the cooler conditions.  They all have happy feet!  We have put away the two crates, are giving the two new ones a little more freedom, and beginning to mesh our little dog family together.  Feeding still takes a bit of creativity but we have had no skirmishes over food which is a very good sign.  Training, including agility, has begun, and our newbies are getting off to a good start.  Sadie has recovered from her spaying and showing a lot of spunk.  Lucy is a super fast girl, and once we get her focus established, she is going to be an agility star.  She's a clever, loving little dog.

Sadie posing for the camera.

It is good to have life settling down again, the property cleaned up after the storm, and thankfully my anxiety has lessened somewhat.  May we continue to have a bit more "quiet" until the next challenges come our way.

Take care,

Liz

...of how close we are to everything now!

Old photo of the offending car...

Having a little bad luck today.  My husband's really old car decided NOT to start after it was gassed up at the station down the road.  So Ralph calls me to share this news and says he will walk home with lunch.  Yes, he is only a half mile or so away.  Instead, I took my van and got him so our food would still be warm. 

Playing frisbee amidst our bad luck...lol.

What is so funny about this (at least to us) is after years of living way out in the woods, miles and  miles from everything, it is ridiculous how close everything is to us now in our new home.  We ate lunch, Ralph played some frisbee with the dogs, then set off in my van to drive the whole half mile to try to start the car once again.  No go.  He is now having the car towed....lol....across the road from us to our mechanic.  If any other money is needed, our bank is across the road, too.  Presently, there is a brand new McDonalds being built...you guessed it...just down the road from us, well within walking distance.  Dunkin' Donuts is next door, and beyond that a Thai restaurant, and an ice cream parlor.  We are still getting used to having everything so available to access.  It makes frustrating events like a non-starting car much easier to deal with.  Life is good...and much easier.

Take care.

Liz

Clean floors boost my spirits....

All the floors are washed and shiny.  With seven dogs, that task happens much too often but is well worth the effort.  Many people ask "How can you keep your house clean with so many long haired drooling dogs with muddy paws?"  It is fairly easy with the right tools, meaning a heavy duty shop vac and a Hoover Floormate filled with Pledge Wood Floor cleaner.  Works like a charm!  What is even better is when Ralph vacuums and I wash.  We can do the whole house in about 45 minutes and the house feels like velvet under our bare feet.  Now if I could find someone who liked to do windows and wash off nose prints...lol.

 All the dogs have finished their agility lessons, their beds are all washed and clean, and now they will settle down for the night.

And did I mention my floors are clean???

Take care,
Liz

Waiting for hurricane Irene....

Although we have some serious thundershowers coming through LONG before Hurricane Irene is a threat to this area, people are now gearing up to prepare for Sunday when the storm is predicted to visit.  If I watch the weather channel for too long, I get uneasy.  Much better to do the things needed, then engage in activities that have nothing to do with storm updates.  Too much information over and over feels almost cult-like in presentation.  So we will check our properties, batten down the light loose things, make sure we have plenty of water, bread, and easy to fix foods for us and the dogs, then gear our minds to other interests.  Today is only Thursday so it is a little early to don a long yellow raincoat and run around in circles crying "There's a hurricane a'commin'".  Laundry is clean, house is picked up, dogs are exercised, and life goes on.  When Irene finally shows herself on Sunday, we will snuggle in (just like we do for our nor'easters), have the generator gassed and set to use if needed, and just use the storm time to be close as a family, dogs, parakeets and people together.  We cannot control Mother Nature but we can control how we react to her. Being wise and prepared is much healthier than being ill-prepared and frantic.  May you all stay safe wherever you are.  If asked to evacuate, do it.  No materialistic item is worth a life being lost.  Take your pets, too.  Be safe!

Getting older....

Zac taking a midday nap.

Now that Ralph and I are in our sixties, we notice we have to plan out our adventures at a different pace leaving more time in between for our bodies to catch up once again.  Gone are the days where we can just go-go-go at a steady pace all day long.  This is not a negative turn of events, just something we have noticed that has slowly crept into our behavior patterns.  I never used to get drowsy in the daytime, and taking a nap was totally out of the question.  Now it is very doable.  Really quiet times used to be boring.  Now they are a refreshing break in the action.  Yes, we still run around the yard throwing frisbees for the dogs, clean our home vigorously, and do plenty of active things, but it wouldn't be surprising to find us sitting quietly and a little zoned out either.  I can remember looking at older people and wondering how they could just sit and seem lost somewhere in their thoughts even though a lot of action was going on around them?  Now I finally "get it".

Kati settling down to sleep for a bit.

We are having another wonderful day in Maine, with sunshine, and temps in the seventies.  We have played frisbee, done some house work, had a blood test at the doctors, walked, prepared healthy meals, but we have also rested more than once, relaxed, and given our bodies some time to recoup for the next demand.  The dogs are used to our up and down times and rest when we rest, and work when we work.  It all works somehow.
Take care, Liz.

Summer in Maine....

Our huge park like lawn.

The play of shadow and light.

What a beautiful day in the seventies today with all the trees full and green.  There is a delightful cool breeze, the sun is bright, and the shadows several degrees cooler than the sunny areas.  A perfect summer New England day.  We picked this property when we moved from the woods because it was a small house that looks like it is set in a huge park.  Of course, that means we have at least an acre of lawn to mow that circles the house, but the grounds are dotted with huge mature trees that play with the sun, creating all sorts of neat shadows.  We are far enough outside of town to be out of the hubbub, have no close neighbors on

Still have blueberries to pick!

 either side, are next door to a Dunkin' Donuts  http://www.dunkindonuts.com/    across the street from our bank and the mechanic who fixes our cars, a few doors down from Shain's (the best ice cream made in Maine) http://www.shainsofmaine.com/    and just a five minute drive from just about any purchase you can imagine, including Marden's.  http://mardens.com/  There is even a bus service to all major shopping and all the way to the coast if we ever needed it.  Our dogs have a gigantic fenced in area to play, then another large area to do agility, and there is still tons of lawn left for humans who want to be out without dogs under their feet.  New England is area full of cherished trees and we like it that way.  Fall is on the way, but for today, it is a wonderful summer day with no sweating, air conditioning, or damp air involved.  There is nowhere that I would rather be today.  The breezes keep the bugs away, the clear air feels invigorating, and the lush countryside inviting to explore.  Soon we will begin seeing splashes of bright strong colors as fall slowly moves in.  The beauty of fall in New England puts even the best artists to shame.  Mother Nature is the best painter of all!

Take care,
Liz

The dogs' play area including giant shade trees.

What do simple folks like us do on our anniversary???

We look in the tractor supply store, of course...lol.  Well, that is not ALL we did, but needed to find some good clippers for our dogs' paws...all 28 of them.  Our old clippers have bit the dust so we splurged on a new pair.  We also did a little grocery shopping, had delicious homemade BLTs made from our own tomatoes, got a long call from our son who presently lives in Malaysia, have some minute steaks planned for supper, and just chilled and enjoyed our dogs.  No fancy clothes, no going out to dinner, no big celebrations, no huge materialistic gifts.  We just thankfully appreciated what we presently have.  Our life together might seem very boring to most people, but it works for us.  Thanks for all the congratulations and well wishes!  We appreciate every kind thought.

Take Care,
Liz (and Ralph)
And seven dogs
And 8 parakeets!

Our two new dogs are both afraid of thunder......

l-r: Sadie the "panter" and Lucy the "tunnel maker".

Had a loud thundershower late this afternoon and our two new dogs are afraid of the loud thunder.  Lucy immediately climbed up on our bed and hid behind the many stacked pillows at the head, as if making a little "thunder safe den".  Sadie was more stressed out, panting and unable to settle down without being cuddled and petted and cuddled and petted.  So I asked a fellow dog lover (Bea) who told me about Ttouch.  At this point I know no more about it than you, the reader (or maybe you know much more than me), ..... but hope to study up on it and see if we can calm down these two newbies.  Who knows, maybe we can find a workable solution?  Will keep you posted if we try it out and it works.

Spent a busy two hours preening our dogs.....

Lexi, who will be 13 in October.

It was time to brush all the dogs, cut nails, cut fur from between toes, check ears, remove any mats, check teeth, and do all the other tasks it takes to keep seven dogs clean, brushed, and healthy.  I was adding it up: four paws times seven dogs is 28 paws to tend.  Each paw has a minimum of 4 nails only if the dew claws are removed, so that is 112 nails, plus the assorted dew claws we cut this morning.  Sam still has an abscess that has to be drained, so that is another thing to address.  No one is taking any meds at present, but every one has to have their glucosamine every day for good joint health.  In their kibble, we always add a little fresh boiled chicken breast and broth so that has to be purchased and cooked every three days.  Ralph takes them on two walks a day, between us they have two to three frisbee playing sessions a day, plus every dog does some sort of agility even if it is very minimal for the very old dogs.  What does all this caring do for them?  It keeps them feeling loved, adored, and important.  What does all this caring do for us?  It keeps us busy, occupied doing something positive, and in much healthier shape than some people we see in their 60's.  My grandfather always told me that if you care for something or someone besides yourself, you are much healthier for it.  How right he was (and is!).  Thank you, Gramps, and thank you Sam, Sadie, Lucy, Jazz, Lexi, Zac, and Kati.

Take care,
Liz

Television memory lane....

Every now and then Ralph and I will watch the whole series of an old show.  A while ago it was "All Creatures Great and Small", including the two movies made and the change from Carol Drinkwater to Lynda Bellingham playing the role of Helen Herriot.  The best seasons were the first three and the last season because those seasons dealt much more with veterinary issues and much less with soap opera stuff.  Ralph and I immensely enjoyed watching a few episodes each evening or weekend afternoons instead of the usual reruns or sensational stuff which seems to be the trend today.  There is something soothing about watching nature as it truly is.  It is the circle of life.

Lately we have been begun the quest of watching every episode of Northern Exposure.  What a trip down memory lane breathing in all the different characters, all who melded together so well, even Joel Fleischman who fought his indentured medical obligations  at every turn.  The writing for this show is incredible with all the characters having their good points and their bad points.  No exciting shoot outs, no stomach turning car chases, no blood and gore, no shock and awe.....just everyday people living their lives in their own eclectic beautiful ways.  I feel very fortunate to be married to someone who likes these  quiet, introspective shows, too.  My anxiety is still not under control, but these peaceful moments spent together in such a special way truly do help calm my soul.


Take care,
Liz

Still healing.....

Still not feeling 100% well yet, but heading in that direction.  Just got back home and taking some time to just rest.  Gave all the dogs a biscuit or half a biscuit according to their weight, refreshed all the dog water bowls, and now am pampering myself.  Ralph is still at the chiropractor getting "adjusted".

Our little house is starting to quiet down to normalcy once again.  Any dog who wasn't "fixed" is now "fixed".  All seven dogs are clean, bathed, healing, rested, exercised, loved, and adored.  Our next trick will be seeing if we can get a picture of all seven sitting together.  Our normal five are "old hats" at posing for our cameras but the new two will take some training.  It ought to be an interesting session getting them all to sit in one general area of the house and smile at the camera...lol.

Back l-r, Sam, Jazz, Lexi
Front l-r, Kati, Zac, Sadie, Lucy

Hopefully Ralph will pick me up a smoothie on his way home and I can pretend I am on a tropical beach somewhere just enjoying the sound of the waves caressing the sand.  Odd thing is, if I cannot see our dogs as part of that vision, then I would rather be right here.  Guess I am truly a dog person!

Take care,
Liz

Update...Sadie is home and resting

Sadie the sheltie and Lucy the BC

Sadie is back home and resting in her crate.  Her incision is very small so should heal quickly.  She snuggled with me for several minutes then began to get a little drowsy because of the medication.  Ralph gently put her in her crate.

It feels wonderful to have our two new dogs moving forward in joining our family.  It gives us all something to look forward to.  And to top it off, Zena is also rescued and beginning life in her new foster home.  In few weeks, the lives of 3 dogs have changed.  It is so uplifting to know how easy it is to make a difference in your own little corner of the world.

I thought of Warren Buffett's statement today about how that the wealthy have to step up to the plate and pay their fair share.  I think of all the greedy folks who value their worth by how much money they can hoard and keep from having to share it with the folks they consider beneath them.  I am so thankful I was brought up by my grandfather to see the folly in that approach to life.  Bless his heart for teaching me that helping others (including animals) is so much more important than grasping materialistic "things" and sitting on piles of money when those around you are in need.  Bless all the "everyday people" who know the difference and volunteer their time and meager funds to make their communities better.   Just sayin'.

Take care,
Liz

Getting over the hump.....

Still feeling under the weather.  Don't know if it is an illness or my anxiety pulling a fast on on me, but just taking things as they come.  Have heard from the vet that Sadie made it through her spaying just fine and Ralph will be able to pick her up this afternoon.  That's a thumbs up for our little girl.  Even if my own health does not improve this afternoon, I can still snuggle with Sadie when she needs it and let her know she will heal quickly.  How special is that!  All her blood work came back positive, so she is in good shape.  Now she just has to heal from her surgery, fatten up a bit, gain some agility muscle, and she will fit into our dog family beautifully.  Expecting lots of endearing moments with this little lady!

Have also heard from Gina, the foster mom of Zena.  Can you tell we all care about our dogs dearly?!

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"Doing well, other dogs are fine with her. Jonesy a little pinched lipped but didn't say anything. Howled last night as I left her in a crate in the dog room. So I put Emma in there with her as she kept answering her and I didn't hear anything until 3:30 when Emma decided she needed to be with us again. I let Emma in and Zena was fine. Can't blame her for being upset though. Zena has met everyone this morning except Duff. I haven't had a lot of interaction between them incase something should go wrong as Zena has just had surgery, err on the safe side.


Has she ever met cats - hasn't taken any notice of mine and we have one not any bigger than her duck toy. Zena is a very nice dog.
I'll try and keep Zena quiet for a week, which won't be easy then she is going to need to play with the others. I let her into the small dog run without a leash to trot about.  Emma's the most excited about her - more the merry Emma's thinks."

Gina

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By the way, Emma was one of our earlier NEBCR fosters that Gina adopted and is doing wonderfully on Gina's farm.  Ralph and I are very excited that Zena is also getting an opportunity to see if she can settle into this rural setting.  Keeping all fingers and toes crossed!  

Take care,

Liz

Zena is off to her new foster home....

Our latest foster Zena was spayed yesterday and today is off to her new foster home.  Since Zena has been trained on sheep herding and we do not have any sheep, Gina offered to foster her.  Gina has a huge farm with a bunch of sheep and a nice sized pond to jump into all day long.  Hopefully Zena will adapt to her new foster home quickly and who knows, maybe adopted permanently there.  How exciting would that be!  This is a delightful middle aged dog who likes to work and play hard.  Keeping all my fingers and toes crossed that things work out well for her at Gina's wonderful place.