Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sometimes things just don't work out

This morning I tried to walk Java and Genny together and as soon as I put Genny on the ground, she and Java went at it. It was scary and horrible. I tried to separate them, but my hold on their leashes wasn't close enough. I tried with my foot and they went around me. I finally picked up Genny, who had Java in her mouth, only to have Genny drop Java, who fell onto her back. It was terrible. In my horror, I called the foster coordinator who said she'd take her for me. I feel like such a failure, even though it's a dog thing and not something I did. This was destined to be the outcome at any rate, she was not a dog I was planning on keeping, so I have to tell myself that it's not my fault and maybe I'll feel better if next time I have a success.

First photos



Saturday, August 29, 2009

She's here

I'm very bad because I don't have a picture yet. It's yucky outside so I didn't want to take it there, and any one I take inside is going to stink because of the flash. She's adorable. Very tiny. Java is more stocky than she is and I consider Java to be petite. I fed her and she ate; she did all her business outside. She could use a bath. I've heard her sneeze a couple of times so I don't want to bathe her while it's cold out, in case she's got kennel cough. She's curious - she broke into the living room where Java was lying in her crate. Needless to say there was barking involved on both parts.

It was really emotional seeing the transport truck and knowing that the dogs are going from bad situations into hopefully good ones. A second chance at a good life. I wish all dogs were so lucky.

One of my favorite websites is world prayers. I found this prayer and I love it:


Dear God, protect and bless all living beings.
Keep them from evil and let them sleep in peace.

reverence for life - dr. albert schweitzer - 1964
Today's the day. I'm a little nervous. The truck doesn't arrive until 2:30 or 3:00, so that gives me time. It's pouring out. It looks like dusk instead of first thing in the morning. Days like this make me want to stay in bed. Maybe I'll bring Java up for some cuddle time before Ste. Genevieve gets here. I hope Gen doesn't hate the rain as much as Java does. But knowing that she's a Boston, I'm sure that she does. I'll bring an umbrella. I keep thinking of her and what it must be like on that truck with so many other dogs, stopping here and there and some dogs get out and don't get back on. She must be scared. I wish we could communicate with dogs so that they'd understand. My plan is to keep Gen upstairs in the guest room, where it's quiet for a day or so before introducing her to Java. I'd like SG to get used to being here a little before she has the run of the house. And I don't even know how I can introduce them when it's just me here? Especially on neutral territory. I just don't know physically how it can be done if you don't want them to meet on Java's ground - how do I get them both to neutral territory without them encountering one another? It's a conundrum.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Change of Plans

Thanks to Tropical Storm Danny, no one is going to the lake this weekend, so neither am I. That way, I can go pick up Ste. Genevieve myself and not have to have another volunteer get her and keep her overnight. That way it's a little less disruptive to the dog.

I looked up Ste. Genevieve and she's the patron saint of Paris. When Attila the Hun was going to attack Paris, causing the locals to flee, Ste. Genevieve convinced them to fast and pray to try to avert the attack. It must have worked because Attila changed course and did not attack Paris. The building Le Panthéon in Paris is consecrated to her.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Ste. Genevieve


We're getting our first foster dog on Sunday. Her name is Ste. Genevieve, she's 8 or so years old and weighs around 18 lbs. Originally I wanted to wait until September to foster, but there's a truckload of dogs coming from down south and there aren't enough foster families for them all. How could I say no?

My idea is to keep somewhat of a diary about Genny (I can't call her Sainte) for her adoptive parents, with photos and tales of her exploits. I wondered if I should blog about her here or if I should create a separate blog. I settled on doing it here, because I fear letting this blog fade into oblivion if I start another one, so I'll talk about her here.

I knew I would end up taking a dog earlier than I had planned. The reason I planned on waiting is that I am going to the lake this weekend while Robert is at a blacksmithing class in Maine. I'm still going, but I will cut it short to go pick her up. Nancy, another volunteer, is picking Genny up in Nashua on Saturday and keeping her until Sunday, when I can pick her up. Another reason I had wanted to wait until September is we have plans to go to Snow Farm in September and will be boarding Java. I can either board Gen at my own expense or find someone to take her for the weekend. We'll see what happens.

Monday, August 24, 2009

August 24, 2009


Something stole my bird feeder and bent the hand-made pole it was hanging on. All I know is that the little thistle feeder is no where to be found and the nice blacksmithed pole Robert made for me is bent. It must have been something strong, or heavy, as the pole is substantial. I'm hoping it was a big fat raccoon mama who did it - they kind of have hands to carry away a feeder - rather than a bear. I think a bear would have gone for the other feeder in the backyard as well, as it is larger and full of tastier morsels. I told you that I hate nature.

Java is feeling better, although she did have a setback where we had to put her on prednisone to get the discs to calm down. She was on a full dose for a week. She's now on a 1/2 dose and I'm hearing pain sounds again, so I don't know what to do. Hopefully it'll work and her back will settle.

We applied to a Boston Terrier rescue organization to be foster parents for Bostons. We were approved and it looks like we'll be getting a foster dog pretty soon. I'm excited but also nervous. I remember how uneasy I was when we got Barney and that was all for no reason. I guess it's the unknown. Will s/he get along with Java, or with the cat, etc. I think it'll be hard to give up a dog, but if I keep it in my mind that if I adopt this one, I can't foster any more, that'll help me.

Every morning we go out to breakfast. I really should stop, but I enjoy it so much. We bring the newspaper, which Robert reads while I work on the crossword puzzle. Robert has the same thing every morning: oatmeal. I have a few favorites that I pick and choose from according to my mood. After breakfast we stop at the local farmstand and get vegetables for that night's dinner. I try to choose the produce grown on the farm (the stand sells stuff that they didn't grow as well), thanks to my friend Amy. The corn and tomatoes this time of year are fabulous. I've really been enjoying them. Today I picked up some NH-grown wild blueberries and white peaches. We'll have a yummy dessert tonight. I've been really loving that greek yogurt. It's just like regular yogurt except it's been strained so it's thicker. It has a great mouth-feel and if you add a little splenda it tastes like whipped cream. At least I tell myself it does.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

August 6, 2009

I hate nature. Well, I don't hate it. I just have a hard time with it. Today while walking to the mailbox, I found a bright red feather. Ooh, a male cardinal! I thought I was so lucky. But on the way back to the house I found another and another and another. Uh oh. Then I found a downy feather like a breast feather tipped with red. It looked like the male cardinal met an unfortunate end. Indeed, tonight the female cardinal made her nightly stop at the feeder and she was most definitely alone. Usually she is with her mate, who would sometimes feed her and watch for danger while she ate at the feeder. I feel very sad for the widow cardinal tonight.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

August 4, 2009

So yesterday I played around with some off-mandrel stuff on the torch and this morning I went to collect it. I made two pendants. Before I even got a chance to see one of them, I dropped it. I watched it fall, spinning in slow motion, toward the tile floor and then land, scattering pieces of it across the room. Ouch. I think it was probably beautiful before that happened. The other pendant also wound up in the trash because the loop had a little crack. I will get better at making these things and I will learn not to drop them, too.

Java is feeling better. Last night she was perky and moving around a bit more. This morning I haven't heard her snork in pain too often. She's still doing it but not all the time. The other day she did it with every movement. I'm just happy that her pain seems to be subsiding. I took her with me to Dunkin Donuts this morning. I got a coffee and she had two munchkins. She loves them.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do today. I ordered some antique keys to make some beads on. That'll be fun. You then can hang little doodads off the key and it has a bead on the shaft and looks arty and funky. Till then, I have to keep on thinking of what to make. This artist stuff is hard sometimes.

Monday, August 03, 2009

August 3, 2009

I just added up the number of posts I've made this year and right now it's under 25. That's a scant number. I've pondered before on how much detail or minutae of one's daily life does one go into for a blog to still be interesting. I figure I'm down to about three readers at this point so I can post as much junk as I want.

Java is not feeling well. She's had a relapse of her back problems and is in pain when she moves around. This we can deal with by keeping her crated so she can't move around. It's when she is in pain lying around that it gets bad. Fortunately it hasn't gotten to that point, but I'm living with the fear that it will get that bad. It's kind of stressful, having that dread, a gnawing in my stomach and waves of nausea if I've just eaten, 24 hours a day. It's getting better though. I think there's some maintenance of Java's condition and maybe a little improvement this morning. So I'm hopeful. We're still keeping her in her case as a precaution. I think her recent problems came from our having our living room rug cleaned and consequently her sliding on the newly exposed hardwood floor. Who knows? No one can say for sure. We've since moved some rugs down into the living room from other rooms so that problem is solved for now.

I may make some beads today or I may not. I came back from the Gathering a week ago and have been spending time in the studio every day but nothing is really gelling for me right now. I had a lot of compliments on my beads at the bead trading event so that was a boost. Some of my favorites were the ones to go last, though and I'm not sure if it's because they were the physically largest ones or if because they were the less-favored ones. Last year I came back and was a bead-making fool. This year I'm still struggling to find something that moves me to make more.

Here's a pendant I made inspired by a Gathering demo. It's made completely off-mandrel.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

August 2, 2009

Gary loves our porch. He's not allowed to go outside so this is the closest he gets to being there. I caught him in this pose the other day and had to snap a picture. He looks so contorted but yet so comfortable at the same time. When I was on the porch, a female hummingbird stopped by my feeder, so I took her picture too. Unfortunately it's through the glass, but one of the closest shots I've ever been able to take of one.

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Happy August!

Here it is, the first of August. It doesn't feel like we've had a summer yet, with June and July being so rainy and gross. This week the humidity is up, so everything feels wet, and we run the air conditioning just to remove the moisture from the air.

This summer I purchased a hammock for myself. I really enjoy being outside, and being able to look at the sky and the trees. Until I bought my hammock, there was no comfortable place to do this. Last year I tried lying on my stone bench or the granite front step - neither was good. I mulled over an adirondack chair, but felt the hammock offered multiple ways to enjoy it, where the chair would offer only one. I can lie down in the hammock in the traditional way, or I can sit in it like a chair. I prefer to sit in it like a chair and rock as I watch the nature in my yard.

The hammock:

A couple of views:


Speaking of nature, the other day I walked into the backyard through the gate in the fence. There was a bird swooping and calling and really getting upset at my presence. I had no idea why, until I looked at the fence a little closer, and found this guy. He had probably just fledged and momma bird was taking care of him by bringing him his meals to go.