It has been an amazing weekend, it has blown past me like a tornado and tonight I’m feeling a bit bananas.
Yesterday, I had a booth at the WillaMutt Strut benefit for the Willamette Humane Society. I made $200 in donations for the Humane Society, that was pretty exciting.
This morning we loaded up 16 beds and 160 lbs of kibble and took it out to our kennel were we board the dogs. It is about an hour drive from our house, but now we can check that off of our list.
This afternoon a small rescue from Eugene brought two beautiful pittie/pittie mixes for their adoption glamour photos.
Busy but bananas… I guess that is the best way to have it.
Emma was thrilled when Holly showed up to pick her up on Monday.
Timber was happier.
Da boy’s inflammatory bowel disease has kicked back up. He spent his day yesterday tossing his cookies, feeling yucky and still not eating today.
When I got home from work, Flocko had a blow-out in his kennel.
Somedays, I just want to run away and not be the momma anymore.
From the time Holly stepped into the water until her final time posted, we watched the Lake Stevens Ironman 70.3 athlete tracker. Holly finished in a very respectable 7 hours and 10 minutes. It was just one of those proud momma moments.
In the meantime, the dogs had conversations of their own, somewhat about the race, but mostly about themselves.
Timber wanted to know when the weimie was going home. Sharing his bedroom was never an approved agenda item. None-the-less, he has been a very gracious host.
Emma cheered her momma on. Once the race was over, she wanted to know why her momma wasn’t right here to pick her up.
Emma has been a joy to have this weekend.
“He’ll be coming around the mountain when he comes…”
What a goof ball.
The hot weather wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t so hard on the senior hounds. So glad we installed air conditioning a few years back.
It has not been a good month. I have cried a million tears, not only for my own dogs, but for other dogs I have come to know.
Last week, Mabel, a beautiful greyhound I had the pleasure of meeting and photographing last November lost to the battle to osteo last week. Her diagnosis came the day after we received Talley’s diagnosis. Osteosarcoma is evil. But it usually strikes with some warning so that you can prepare.
Not so much today. A cyber friend that I have grown quite fond of lost her greyhound Blueberry to that bastard osteo. No warning. She’s gone. I was surfing Facebook at work for a few minutes when her post appeared. I admit, I was in shock, I was sad, I sat there and cried at my desk as if she were my own.
Run with the wind sweet babies. No two dogs could have known greater love. Even though you are no longer here, you are loved and missed beyond words.
Time to start thinking about next years calendar. how did that happen? Didn’t I just finish last years?
Just for the record, Timber would like you to know that he doesn’t need a stinkin’ old couch to look beautiful.
He can hold his own against the night sky.