He sits on the sofa with Mama
And looks away when I speak
Have I done something to upset him
Or is he Mama’s dog today
Nearly a month has passed since I found that young pup hiding beneath a training room at the firehouse. I brought her home, knowing we could not provide a permanent place for her. Ours was a stopgap measure to prevent her from losing her life out on the US highway.
We contacted the local veterinary hospital, but they couldn’t help. Neither could the animal shelter because they are fighting Parvo – a serious dog disease – and unable to take anymore homeless animals.
This morning we came to grips with our dire situation. About 9 o’clock we took her to Walmart where I taped a sign on the windshield that read: PATCHES NEEDS A HOME.
Usually, the Walmart parking lot is filled to capacity on any given Friday morning. But not this morning. We parked close to the food entrance and waited. A half-hour passed before that magic moment arrived. A young couple needed a young dog to help his widower father through his long, lonesome days.
We,will miss Patches, but we are comforted knowing she is serving a greater need than ours.
I’ve written about this animal before. We don’t need a second dog. In spite of the numerous difficulties she’s created, she has worked her way into our hearts. Bottom line – I guess we haven’t tried hard enough to find her a good home, a home with kids.
Our oldest daughter, Evie, upon learning about Patches, shipped us a dog crate. I didn’t have any experience with those things, but the photo glued to the rails showed a chow dog setting half in/half out and looking content had to be a bald-faced lie.
Patches took to that crate like I would take to a blazing fireplace on a cold winter night. To add encouragement I rewarded her with a dog biscuit each time. Now, when I step outside to fetch her, she charges past me into the open door of the dog crate, turns around and sets down.
Without a doubt we’ve all been to the supermarket and watched the youngsters so full of energy they are doing everything short of cartwheels while Mom is trying to compare prices.
This morning I didn’t bother attaching the lease while I let her take care of matters before we went inside. All the while she was leaping into the air like a freshly caught bass. And When I opened the door she passed me by like a dirty shirt.
Evie says she’s happy.
Photo from the Internet
When our kids were growing we took them to the Chambers Street Medical Clinic. The architect of the building had been environmentally conscious of his task and built it without disturbing a stand of oak where a few families of squirrels lived. Over the span of 18 or 20 years several generations of squirrels came and went. But one thing remained the same, the the small pharmacy attached to the clinic always kept a store of peanuts for them. The squirrels had access to this store each time the door was opened. For years I watched the parade. Finally, one day, a squirrel was waiting for someone to open the door. My turn had come. I pushed the door open, but the squirrel didn’t move. He just looked at me. “You’re opening door the wrong way. You have to pull it open,” he pharmacist said from behind the counter. I followed his directions. The squirrel scampered inside, chose a peanut and then then headed for the trees.
About a week ago I spotted an abandoned puppy taking shelter beneath a building at the nearby volunteer firehouse.
I’m an easy mark, I guess, so I took the dog home because she didn’t have anyone else who cared. We entertained hopes that the local animal shelter or the vet could help find a home for her. But she has not been that fortunate yet.
So we provide food, water and shelter while enjoying her kisses and her loyalty.
Only $5.49 each
This is Rhyolite, Nevada, a small, petered out mining town at the edge of Death Valley, and a few miles from Beatty. Barb and I ventured here a few years ago – a dozen, perhaps – and found this fenced off casino. Without a doubt, there was a time when this was the place to be.
We were touring on a motorcycle from the northwest and knew little about the wildlife living here, so I asked Barb to keep an eye out while I snapped this photo.
The shutter had hardly snapped before Barb shouted: “SNAKE!”
The rules state that when encountering a snake you should remain calm and move slowly. I broke all the rules.
Fortunately, it was a bull snake on a hunting expedition. He went his way as did we.