All posts for the month June, 2010
Some concepts seem to escape the Kenai mind…such as you have to get the entire rump in the shade to play hide n’ seek. Sunshine on the backside makes it all so easy to FIND YOU
(insert great big Dane sized goober run ’round the kennel when I “get him”)
Now that summer’s heat has come to stay awhile, our activities are mostly indoor pursuits or early morning out and abouts. If you’ve ever spent much time in the American South you’ll recognize the oddly uneven feeling of melting in high humidity. For those of you cold-toe northerners, allow me to explain.
When the 95 degree temps are equalled only by humidity, it’s not an all over melt from the top down, like pouring water on a sugar cube, as you’d get in the dry southwest. Nope, there’s this Jim Carey sort of half your face slides off sensation. Ya get this “okay, what parts are still where the Creator intended” feeling like you have to check…
The up side to living in the south is I’m eating homegrown tomatoes from my deck regular. I read in catalogues selling points such as this “your own tomatoes by the fourth of July”. Yeah…I got my first at the end of May. The cucumbers are about 1/2″ long, the beans are starting to be picked, and the last of the onion sets are out now too.
Kenai is fascinated with the veggies-in-a-pot thing. Every morning we must go over and inspect. He gets his brushing there, which keeps the rabbits and varmits away, and it would seem carrot tops are like catnip to the brown bear on a leash. The okra interests him too, but that’ll go the way of the dodo when it’s big enough to set those spines that make an intrusive nose itch.
BB of course can’t be still long enough to inspect anything. He’s gallopolling about. Me run, me run, how fun–that’s Beebers. Strangely, he couldn’t care less about routines, either. First Dane I’ve ever had that wasn’t profoundly attached to his routines. Beebs is up for anything anytime and don’t care what order stuff comes in (so long as it comes).
I do appreciate all the kind comments that ya’ll have left despite my not posting and all, and the prayers especially. This is the worst health problems I’ve had in probably 8 years, compounded by a suddenly VERY unreliable internet connection. It’s encouraging to know that people are thinking about you whether you’ve been as unreliable as AT&T or not!
And in one of the comments I learned that Lestat the Dane has passed away after a long struggle. Losing a dog…it always makes us think of those we’ve lost ( or will loose sooner than we want) doesn’t it? Shabah was my soul’s canine companion, the kind where you don’t need language to know.
I remember walking around and not finding a single nook or cranny that wasn’t connected to him. I still miss Shabah. I miss all my past loves, to be honest. Each had a gift to share with me. It seems every dog lover takes the news in the gut, regardless of if we knew the dog ourselves. Especially if theirs was a long fight for life before the time came to let go.
Okay, now that we’re all depressed…health check time:
Kenai’s lingering on the edges of healthy–doing much better, eating regularly–but not quite full of vim and vigor yet. He still has the myalgia from the rocky mountain spotted fever, mostly in his legs. And he still has a fair amount of unexplainable nervousness. I’m hoping this isnt as good as it’ll get.
BB of course is BB. He’s our “Beluga Butt”, refusing to slim down at all. He really is just a touch too heavy, and it makes his hips sore at times. But YOU try to get him to be satisfied with less food in the bowl. Remember, BB also stands for “Billygoat Boy”–he is PERSISTANT. He’s not shy with the complaints…tough cheese little wheeze, you’re fat.
My almost healed bones are starting to object to the typing, so I’d better quit for now. But never fear, free wifi is here: I’ve found a little cafe where I can go and not have to fight the dial up–it’s a ridiculous version of you-sunk-my-battleship trying to get a post saved and up. A solution has presented itself, though.
Kenai will have more early morning car rides so I can hit the net without hitting the roof!
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Posted by greatdaneservicedog on June 26, 2010
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Pretty in a yard full of mess…?
I could count on my fingers the number of post pics that didn’t have one of the boys in them, but I’m absurdly proud of actually getting annuals planted this year. Even the silly small number I planted because it really did hurt.
There are actually 2 of these raised boxes, both about 20×2 feet. And both needed digging and amending a bit. But I DID IT! And both boxes attracted a great deal of attention from the Brothers Grin. The cypress mulch no doubt, with its distinctive smell.
So much has happened in the two weeks since I started this post: we had our first fresh tomato, the cucumbers have set their first flowers, and the okra have germinated. BB’s gotten fat again, so he’s discovered less in his bowl. Kenai’s become more skittish of noises again as his pain has increased, but he’s eating reliably.
The biggest two developments though are Mom’s got either a torn or severely strained thigh muscle, (yes, guess who gets to wait on her hand and foot), and a week later I had a nasty spill on the wet deck. Broke my wrist. Typing is an uncomfortable challenge. The broken wrist hasn’t reduced the demands on me, sadly.
Oh, and I can’t get into my email: the login passwords suddenly don’t work since the new software ATT sent. Naturally. Must have a thousand emails, 99.9% junk but I can’t get to them to delete.
All in all, it’s really sad to say, but not much has happened that’s outside the routine. I’m still feeding/exercising/taking out both dogs, still using accupuncture and traumeel creme for Kenai’s pain, still being aggravated that Mom won’t so much as make herself a sandwich, still too worn out to do more than barely get done the absolute must-dos.
I hate to sound like such a downer. Guess this is just a downer time for me and the boys. Except BB–he rarely ever has downer days. Yesterday he “helped” me cook supper, following and sniffing each package and can. He enjoyed the teeny tiny “practice” of on-the-bed and a little bit of wait-then-find-me games we played waiting for water to boil.
Beebs has an irrepressible spirit, always offering a happy face and looking for opportunities to do something together. He’s tiring though, so full of energy. And the butt bumps he’s famous for…ouch. I’ve taken to letting him run around and chase a stick or two after he does his business outside since I’m not getting the boys out to run every day.
Kenai, as I said earlier, has been hurting more and subsequently is more nervous. Poor baby is fighting off the tick diseases–at least he’s mostly winning now, knock on wood. Mom’s hollering when she moves around doesn’t help with the jumpy. Not getting out to run doesn’t either.
I still try to get him on car rides 2-3 times a week, though we have to go in the morning before the heat and humidity really sets in. He gets right out at the puppy store and Doctor Susan’s vet clinic, but other than that he’s not really sure he wants to. He’ll growl at people who peer into the window, but if I put the window down he sticks his head out and wags his tail.
The banging, clanging, fussing and ladders Mom did in the kitchen three weeks ago that freaked him out–he’s still freaky about the kitchen. I’ve had to move his food and water to the doorway into the dining room and be super quiet hanging around waiting for him to finish eating. When he takes a fright, it never really wears off. Durn.
The typing’s starting to hurt a bit now, so this will have to be the end of the post. Things to do, things to do, always things to do, though. Let’s hope I can get into my email soon, and hope that BB’s indomitable good fun in contagious! Gotta love dogs, don’t ya?
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Posted by greatdaneservicedog on June 10, 2010
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