• Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Rita the Doberman

    Send me away with the words of a love song

    At the end of 2016 everyone was complaining about what a crap year it was.  Well, I’d take 2016 back in a heartbeat right now. Two days ago I had to put Rita to sleep.  It was one of the five worst days of my life.  The day I lost my father.  The day I lost Xica.  The day I lost Beauregard and the day I lost Rita. My life is not the same.  She was a huge personality that permeated everything that happened at the Farm. Nine years and one week.  That’s how long Rita was in my life.  Slightly more if you count back to when I originally…

  • Dogs

    But here I am in prison

    I feel like a drunken Irish folk song is in order. I certainly got punched in the gut today. Quite honestly, this one is as bad as Beauregard. Norman and his legendary lick granulomas.  Everyone that met him had a solution for his lick granulomas.  Put this on it, do that, isn’t there something you can do?  Dr. Johnson said I would never solve them and I didn’t.  He died with two bloody hocks.  Bloody from his own incessant licking. I had recently done some reading up on them.  I thought if I got a deal ahead I would take him to UC Davis to have the laser treatment, the only…

  • Dogs

    I’ll think of you each step of my way

    For weeks I have been battling nature with Miss Cleo.  Three weeks ago I took her in for the second time expecting to put her down.  She hadn’t eaten in three days and was shutting down.  The vet looked at her and said “I’ll do it if you want me to, but I don’t think she’s ready to go”.  OK.  So $326 later we had some Flagyl some anti-diarrhea medication and a few days, maybe a few weeks.  We got the weeks.  Last week she started not finishing her meals again.  I started adding fresh hamburger and she ate everything.  Then she wouldn’t eat the raw burger.  So I went and…

  • Dogs

    Sweet lovely death, I am waiting for your breath

    Right now, in my life, the shittiest thing I have to do is “make the call”.  So far I feel comfortable with the idea that I have consistently gotten it right.  Rayette was in kidney failure and deep distress.  I will never forget saying to the vet “I know what’s in it for you and I know what’s in it for me.  You haven’t explained to me what’s in it for the cat.”  He couldn’t and I went back to my normal vet the next day and let her go.  Broderick went flat on me, he was easy.  I was helping him out of his pain.  He was so far…

  • Bubba the Blue Doberman,  Rant

    Your body won’t be injured but in your mind you’ll get scared

    For the record, I have several rants brewing, so that’s going to be the theme for a while. Bubba is a head case.  We all know that.  He’s my head case.  I love that dog but sometimes he can work your last nerve.  Like jumping on Norman and starting the brawl to end it all when Norman was down with an abscessed anal gland.  Really Bubba?  Extraordinarily dickish. So I spent $275 taking him to an animal behaviorist.  In this particular case I would have been better off with a witch doctor.  The idiot I went to, first words out of her mouth were about his prong collar.  I knew the conversation…

  • Dogs

    Mental wounds still screaming, driving me insane

    There is something very wrong with Norman.  I don’t know if the year long lick granuloma finally caught up with his system or it’s something else, but there is something wrong with that dog. Yesterday he insisted on being under my desk all day, which is den like.  He can’t move properly either.  He’s whimpering when he moves certain ways and can’t really lay down without yelping.  He’s not a happy boy.   And I’m a little worried about him. Last night in keeping with his desire to be in a den-like atmosphere, he went on the far side of the bed where there is a dog bed but not a lot of room.  I helped…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Dogs

    I stepped outside myself and felt so cold

    Bon mots and cheap shots this morning. And there is consequence to action.  Sometimes the asshole that starts the whole thing rolling doesn’t have to feel the pain, but here’s one that should have.  Yeah, we’re still working on the family pets shot by police theme.  It’s probably time for a category for that. I’ve got a client who I have been trying to get into a home for six months.  Last night she said “What if we just move into one of the foreclosures and tell them we aren’t leaving so just sell us the house”.  Now that’s thinking outside of the box. And don’t forget my ride.  I’ve…

  • Dogs

    Eat the salted peanuts out the can

    I have just plain been busy.  I need to work more jackassery back into my life.  Lucky for y’all there are plenty of things to piss me off. What pisses me off the most?  Besides the teabaggers it would be cops shooting innocent dogs.  I’ve ranted on this one before, but it happened again.  This time in Austin, where it has actually happened several times before.  This one is particularly egregious.  Austin Police respond to a domestic violence call…and go to the wrong goddamn house.  Within 20 seconds of the officer arriving at the wrong house Cisco is dead. The cop was looking for an hispanic male who had been…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Cycling,  Dogs

    And we gonna make you lose your mind

    I’m sorry. I lost control of everything.  That is all. So here’s an update and some bon mots and cheap shots.  Ready.  Set.  Go. Last we heard, my all time favorite rescue Prescott had a massive heart attack and dropped dead in his home.  Well it never ends there. Back in the middle of March I was supposed to drive down to the Harris Ranch and meet a transport that had a Doberman from Bakersfield.  My job was to take this dog to Cottage Kennel here in Concord where another driver would come down, pick him up and take him up to the rescue in Red Bluff.   Yeah, that…

  • Dogs

    God hears “amen” wherever we are

    Every now and then, things get so sideways that you have no idea how you got here. My phone rang last night but the ringer was off as I’d been in a networking event and it’s bad form to have your ringer on.  I missed a call I really hate that I missed. Last night Prescott’s owner called.  I got the message this morning.  I thought “why is she calling at 10:30 at night…”  I listened to the message.  It went like this…”I’m so sorry to call you like this.  It’s Prescott.  He died.  He just died.  He was playing and then he died.”  I knew I missed my chance.…