From the "I Just LOVE People...Not" files, #362.
Guy to me: "So, like, what EXACTLY happens when an animal gets anti-freeze poisoning? How long does it take?"
This is the same guy whose remedy for the neighbor's barking dog was to shoot it with a cross bow. Also the same guy who wanted to know what happens when a dog eats chocolate and how do they die, actually?
Me: (after the chocolate query), "Man, you are seriously into poisons. You must be a chemist!"
Please, tell me this guy was KIDDING??
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From the "Watch Me Pull a Rabbit Out of My Hat" department and the
"I sure as hell am glad I've watched all those dog shows and read all those breed articles, magazines and books and have talked to people at dog shows" department.
Guy with wife and small kid, private conversation:
"What can you tell me about Neapolitan Mastiffs?" (Wow, that came from left field....)
Bottom line: talk face to face with reputable breeders and rescuers and get the skinny on the big dog! Oh, and buy hand towels in bulk!
I can't believe I pulled those factoids out of the hard drive of my ass because most of the time I can barely remember who I am! LOL!
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And finally.....And from the "Good Answer!" department:
"I have 2 kids, ages blah-blah and a min-pin-German Shepherd-Rott-Doberman mix and she's about so tall. I was thinking about maybe getting another dog, a rescue, maybe a Doberman or a Shepherd, like adopting one. I want to come see the dogs at the HSGA. What do you think? What kind of dog should I get?"
Me: "The dog that gets along with YOUR dog and your family and best fits into your lifestyle."
Sometimes, I get it fairly right.
Snaps For Me! (Snap, snap!)
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Metro's Story
I've been helping call folks who adopted Pit Mixes from the HSGA, encouraging them to share photos and stories of their doggies for National Pit Bull Awareness Day (Oct. 22nd. I had a lovely conversation with the "mom" of a fan favorite, Miss Metro. I told her mom I'd write up her story to share at the event but I'd like to share it here as well.
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METRO
“The Miracle Dog”
“Last night, I dreamed we got a three legged dog.” Ron C. told his wife. Kind of strange since their son had seen a story about Metro just the day before. Metro had lost her leg (and almost her life) when she was hit by a bus. In the past, all of the family dogs had just “shown up” at their doorstep.
“Mom, that dream of Dad’s…..it’s like she coming to our door!”
Her future family met quite a few dogs at the Humane Society of Greater Akron but according to Emily, there was something “special” in Metro’s eyes. Home she went and fit right in; never having a single accident from day one!
“You should see her run around the house and up and down the stairs, “ Emily laughs, “You’d never know she was missing a leg! And why would we change her name? She’s a miracle dog! She has her own bed; she pulls the covers down and lays her head on the pillow! My husband calls her Sweetie. We just love her!
One day this summer, Ron wasn’t feeling well. “I feel like my lung is collapsing!” At the hospital, they received the bad news: Ron had lung cancer. His kidneys began to fail, and the doctors feared the worst. He wanted to see his “Sweetie” one more time. A dear family friend arranged a hospital visit for Metro. Laying her head next to Ron so he could pet her, his kidneys began to slowly rally. Emily credits Metro with helping her husband heal.
But Ron’s fight isn’t over yet. Chemo has taken its toll, but Metro’s weekly hospital visits have helped give him strength and joy. She will lay on his bed for hours and hours, next to him, warm and loving. “She’s a true therapy dog!” Emily states. “I think she helps the staff too. The nurses just love her; she gets a free pass! When she is there, they’ll come into to see her and pet her. She loves everyone and everyone loves her! She’s a superstar!”
When the family visits Ron, he always wants to know “what cute thing Metro did today!” And when they come back to the house where so many of Ron’s projects are waiting for his return home, she is there to greet them with her happily wagging tail. “It’s so healing to come hone to her, “ Emily says.
As told to M. Hess by Emily C., Metro’s Mom
October 15, 2011
Sadly, Ron Czerski died on Oct. 24, 2011.
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METRO
“The Miracle Dog”
“Last night, I dreamed we got a three legged dog.” Ron C. told his wife. Kind of strange since their son had seen a story about Metro just the day before. Metro had lost her leg (and almost her life) when she was hit by a bus. In the past, all of the family dogs had just “shown up” at their doorstep.
“Mom, that dream of Dad’s…..it’s like she coming to our door!”
Her future family met quite a few dogs at the Humane Society of Greater Akron but according to Emily, there was something “special” in Metro’s eyes. Home she went and fit right in; never having a single accident from day one!
“You should see her run around the house and up and down the stairs, “ Emily laughs, “You’d never know she was missing a leg! And why would we change her name? She’s a miracle dog! She has her own bed; she pulls the covers down and lays her head on the pillow! My husband calls her Sweetie. We just love her!
One day this summer, Ron wasn’t feeling well. “I feel like my lung is collapsing!” At the hospital, they received the bad news: Ron had lung cancer. His kidneys began to fail, and the doctors feared the worst. He wanted to see his “Sweetie” one more time. A dear family friend arranged a hospital visit for Metro. Laying her head next to Ron so he could pet her, his kidneys began to slowly rally. Emily credits Metro with helping her husband heal.
But Ron’s fight isn’t over yet. Chemo has taken its toll, but Metro’s weekly hospital visits have helped give him strength and joy. She will lay on his bed for hours and hours, next to him, warm and loving. “She’s a true therapy dog!” Emily states. “I think she helps the staff too. The nurses just love her; she gets a free pass! When she is there, they’ll come into to see her and pet her. She loves everyone and everyone loves her! She’s a superstar!”
When the family visits Ron, he always wants to know “what cute thing Metro did today!” And when they come back to the house where so many of Ron’s projects are waiting for his return home, she is there to greet them with her happily wagging tail. “It’s so healing to come hone to her, “ Emily says.
As told to M. Hess by Emily C., Metro’s Mom
October 15, 2011
Sadly, Ron Czerski died on Oct. 24, 2011.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thank You, Alan Shore (Boston Legal)
"We've become such a dumb, fat, bubblegum nation. Schlocky and superficial. Music, books, television. One of the heads of NBC recently said that the plan was to get people to tune in and mentally tune out. This wasn't an admission by the way, but a boast. Is it any wonder we have a television show called ARE YOU SMARTER THAN A SECOND GRADER and a president who isn't? I miss a little dignity in America."
From BOSTON LEGAL, Season 4, episode "The Gods Must Be Crazy"; air date: 5/14/08
I miss a little dignity in the damn WORLD, thank you very much!
From BOSTON LEGAL, Season 4, episode "The Gods Must Be Crazy"; air date: 5/14/08
I miss a little dignity in the damn WORLD, thank you very much!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The 2012 German PInscher Calendar
I'm grateful it's done, slightly ahead of schedule!! It actually went pretty well. I had a few things that were busting my butt, but all in all, I'm pleased!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Jesse Ann
We had to help her cross over to the Rainbow Bridge today. She had lost weight and last night fell while playing with a toy. The vet gave her a sedative to put her out but when Doc went to give her the injection, he couldn't get into her vein easily, stubborn to the last. Her veins were collapsing. Marty and Megan were there, but i feel so bad Jamie couldn't be here too.
Ten years she gave us. We were lucky but so was she. As a rescue from a high kill shelter, via Ohio ACD Rescue.
What a sucky year for dogs, first Winger, now Jess......
Ten years she gave us. We were lucky but so was she. As a rescue from a high kill shelter, via Ohio ACD Rescue.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Fourth Of July Timeless Moments
I am thrilled that some things haven't really altered since I was a little girl.
We went to the fireworks and music at Lock 3 in Akron, Ohio. Check. (Just change it to Lakewood Park, where I grew up.)
Parked a distance away and walked to where we needed to be. Check. (parking garage instead of on the street).
Listened to great music by the Akron Symphony. Kinda Check. (Insert dozens of transistor radios here and there, playing different AM stations.)
People spread out their old blankets on the grass or set up chairs. CHECK! Thank God that hasn't changed one bit! That's what made it seem endless, timeless.
Kids were running around. Not as much as we did. It's not the kind of place I'd want my kids running around like a bunch of sugar-crazed hooligans. No swing sets, like in a park. But still fun. I saw a kid jumping rope. Good for you, kid!
Food and drink. Check. Except we lugged picnic baskets and/or coolers. There were vendors here.
Walked uphill back to car and waited forever to get out and on the road. Male driver mumbling about it. Double check! My father had to be the first guy out of the park. He'd be rushing us out of there like he was loading a cargo ship. "Come on, let's GO!" And then he'd bitch and mutter and cuss under his breath in the car while we waited in traffic. My mother would sigh and say, "Now Steve....we could have waited a bit before we left...."
The only appreciable difference was people with cell phones and cameras. Other than that, it was refreshingly the same in many ways. (Lady with stupidly long green mullet hairdo notwithstanding! Who the hell does mullets any more?)
The fireworks are different, more elaborate in some ways but still the same thrill and ooooohs and aaaaaaaahs as when I was little. Chrysanthemum fireworks (see video) are very common now; when I was a kid they were rare.
It was a perfect summer evening, not a cloud in the sky.....
And the band played Sousa, Gershwin, Rogers and Hammerstein.....and when the fireworks started, they played to the Olympic fanfare....
Thank you to my Spousal Unit, The Powers That Be, God and Goddesses for my perfect 4th of July.
We went to the fireworks and music at Lock 3 in Akron, Ohio. Check. (Just change it to Lakewood Park, where I grew up.)
Parked a distance away and walked to where we needed to be. Check. (parking garage instead of on the street).
Listened to great music by the Akron Symphony. Kinda Check. (Insert dozens of transistor radios here and there, playing different AM stations.)
People spread out their old blankets on the grass or set up chairs. CHECK! Thank God that hasn't changed one bit! That's what made it seem endless, timeless.
Kids were running around. Not as much as we did. It's not the kind of place I'd want my kids running around like a bunch of sugar-crazed hooligans. No swing sets, like in a park. But still fun. I saw a kid jumping rope. Good for you, kid!
Food and drink. Check. Except we lugged picnic baskets and/or coolers. There were vendors here.
Walked uphill back to car and waited forever to get out and on the road. Male driver mumbling about it. Double check! My father had to be the first guy out of the park. He'd be rushing us out of there like he was loading a cargo ship. "Come on, let's GO!" And then he'd bitch and mutter and cuss under his breath in the car while we waited in traffic. My mother would sigh and say, "Now Steve....we could have waited a bit before we left...."
The only appreciable difference was people with cell phones and cameras. Other than that, it was refreshingly the same in many ways. (Lady with stupidly long green mullet hairdo notwithstanding! Who the hell does mullets any more?)
The fireworks are different, more elaborate in some ways but still the same thrill and ooooohs and aaaaaaaahs as when I was little. Chrysanthemum fireworks (see video) are very common now; when I was a kid they were rare.
It was a perfect summer evening, not a cloud in the sky.....
A Summertime Classic
No helmet, no straps, no seatbelt. Just pure unadulterated FUN!! Huzzah!
And my friend Cynthia W. posted back, jokingly of course:
Is this approved by OSHA?
What about liability insurance in case someone should actually attempt to have fun and fall off?
Do you have a spotter and is there a schedule for fun?
Sigh....
I had to laugh because it was funny but it's kind of sad and scary too.
Enjoy your tire swings, everyone!
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