Backyard Resident

This little guy divides his time between hiding under my Lantana and Nandina spp. bushes, and then racing through the chain link fence as soon as one of the dogs spies him and tries to chase him down. I appreciate him giving Mr. Big a little bit of a cardio workout every now and then. He is a desert spiny lizard, Sceloporus magister.

These guys do the head-bobbing, push-up behavior that is probably very intimidating if you are only 2 mm tall, but this afternoon, he was just lying still as a statue, hoping that one of the big, slobbery dogs wouldn't notice him. They didn't. But the big, scary human did, and shooed the dogs inside 'til he decided to retreat to the safety of the fenced area.

Christmas in May

Santa's local elf, a.k.a. A, left me three boxes of yarn in my carport the other day. It's mostly great acrylic in good boy colors, but as you can see, there are some baby yarns (enough to make one blanket, and some single skeins to edge fleece blankets), and a bunch of white and off-white to mix in with the boy colors to dilute them and make them seem less dark. I am set for the summer! Thank you, A! You are the best!

Tall Boy Goes to Law School

Tall Boy recently spent three hours at the local law school, helping the students to de-stress during the final exam period. The experience confirmed my suspicions when I decided to get a golden retriever for my next Delta dog--his strength lies in his breed being so familiar. He played with 15 students, and 6 of them (I counted) walked in and cried "OH! A golden retriever! I had/my parents have a golden retriever!" and then went on to tell me how wonderful the breed is. Pupgirl's therapy strength was her unusual breed and overwhelming gorgeousness that lured even dog-dislikers or dog-fearers over to find out what kind of dog she was and if she was as soft and cloud-like as her coat suggested. His strength is that everyone knows a golden, or knows someone who has a golden, or has seen one in the movies or on television. He may be be common in some ways, but he's very uncommon in so many others.

Tall Boy and Grace on the left, with Grace's human J rewarding the dogs for a job well done.

Twizzlers

Remember Twizzlers? Those yummy, chocolate, gummy-like shoe laces? I haven't had a Twizzler in 30 or more years. Last week, I was in the grocery store and walked down the candy aisle, which I usually avoid. And there they were. And they called out to me and jumped into my cart. And today, late on a Friday afternoon, stuck in my cubicle when it was gloriously warm and sunny outside and I didn't want to be in that cubicle, I revisited my childhood. The photo says it all.

Pet Therapy Appreciation Party

April 28, 2012, community hospital appreciation party for Pet Therapy program. Missing: about 10 or 12 teams, including the therapy cat, ponies, and miniature donkeys. Yes, cat. Yes, ponies, who once a month give rides to the ambulatory children in pediatrics.

The second photo is of 4 of the 6 golden or golden mixes in the program (missing: Sunshine and her owner, and Dorado, who was preparing for leg surgery but whose owner took this photo).

Nope, no woofs of complaint while we were lining up, no high jinks while waiting for the photo (even from Tall Boy).

And then, we paraded through the hospital. It was a blast. I just wish we could do this during the week when departments were open and more people were there, so we could advertise what therapy animals do to a wider audience.

Requiescat in Pace, My Sweet Lana

My sweet little Lana died yesterday. I adopted her when she was 8, after my neighbors abandoned her and her two cat companions. I adopted all three. Lana was attacked by two neighbor dogs shortly after she was abandoned. They ripped open her chest, broke ribs, and punctured her lung. She fought back. A year later, she threw a blood clot that gave her a permanent limp in her left back leg. She fought back. She then developed chronic kidney failure and lived with that and all it's unpleasant side effects. She fought back. She developed megacolon. She fought back. She was diagnosed with cancer in November. She was given a series of enemas that made her lose weight and left her bedridden. She fought back. In January, she was given another enema that sucked the life out of her. But she fought back.

She went for a colon evacuation two weeks ago, which she had been throuh before with no problems, came home, lay down to rest and recuperate, and stopped walking. She was alert, but couldn't eat, had no energy, couldn't stand, couldn't even drink water or pee on her own. She tried to fight back. You could see it in her eyes. She was determined.

This weekend, the cat who took four years to utter her first meow, started crying. I took her to see her acupuncture vet yesterday morning, and decided it was time for her to rest. She now joins her beloved Georgie the Russian blue cat and my beloved Pupgirl on the Big Patio in the Sky, where there's a big wicker chair with a soft green cushion in the sun, just for her.

kitty bunk beds--now reunited

 

Good thing she liked the dog bed the dogs didn't like

Lana's tuffet

Lana and her adorable crocheted sweater

Lana's favorite place--a lap

More photos to come.

What Month Is It?

My Christmas cactus, which normally blooms in December and January, bloomed the first two weeks of April. Last weekend, it was 62 degrees Farenheit. Today, it was 100 degrees Farenheit (that's 38 degrees Celcius). Where is this nature craziness coming from?