Cowgirl Goods

Ya never know....

......what your day is going to bring.  I kind of felt that way when I pulled out of the driveway this morning. 

Someone else was thinking the same thing.

I had this whole story I was going to tell about the gym and things I think about at the gym and get all reflective and crap.  WELL when I saw the key chain size buffed smarty pants with the perfect workout costume have a FIT because her treadmill didn't record her calories and she wasted "FORTY FIVE MINUTES RUNNING AT 6.5mph..." (she lied she was only on it 13 minutes I could see her clock) and get all pissy at the gym worker I decided to talk about THIS instead:

Lucky Pet stories are WAY more fun to talk about.  I worked the afternoon shift so I got to see the little ones that were spayed and neutered in the morning.  On Monday we had this litter of malamutes come in. 

I'm not sure if they were 100% malamute but who cares.  I wanted all of them and a sled!  If any of you ever have read The Beans of Egypt Maine I think the owner walked right out of the book.  You know how some people are "cat people" and some people are "dog people"?  WELL she was a "DOG PERSON" for sure. She said they had 9 dogs at home, on their 60 acres in the woods.  I tell you the things that come through a rural vet clinic; end up on a blog. LOL!  Seriously though, these pups were pretty amazing.  It was their first visit out in public and they were so kind and gentle.  She did tell me she was, "a dog whisperer" by the end of the appointment and seeing how relaxed they were she might of been right.  She gave me a hug, it was a nice hug. 

Today was a little more subdued, we lost a long time favorite and very old dog Jack.  He was 16, my boss said he was old 5 years ago.  He was one strong farm dog.  Mom is a "horse person" a fellow cowgirl for sure.  She knew when she walked through the door what needed to be done, she called her girls and one flew right over.  It was the happiest and saddest euthanasia I've been part of.  They were laughing and crying at the same time and telling great Jack stories.  How they brought him home, Dad got mad, they didn't care they wanted another dog.  We were all lovin' on him and I thought to myself, "wow to die with people laughing and holding you and telling great stories. It doesn't get any better than that."  Happy Trails Jack, you blazed many.

And over in the next room was a new puppy for it's first visit, I can't tell you how many times that happens.  So you blow your nose, wipe your eyes and go get puppy kisses. 

I hope you had a good day, they're precious aren't they?

Full Moon Madness

"The lunar effect is the theory that there is correlation between specific stages of the Earth's lunar cycle and deviant behavior in human beings that cannot simply be explained by variation in light levels. There is no good reason to expect this to be the case,^[1][2] and in spite of numerous studies, no significant lunar effect on human behaviour has been established.^[1] Scholars debunking the effect sometimes refer to it as the Transylvanian hypothesis or the Transylvanian effect to emphasise its fanciful nature.^[3]"

The above statement is from Wikipedia when I searched on Full Moon Madness. I totally disagree with the statement.  Anyone who works with the public has asked the question at one time, "Is it a full moon?"  WELL let me tell you it WAS a full moon and we knew it at Lucky Pet.  Whoa.  It was INSANE.  I can't even imagine what it must of been like at the human hospitals.  We had an ambulance driver come in and she said it was NUTS.  I've been on board with this theory for years.  Why not?  Blame craziness on something.  We had so many odd cases come in, a lot of very sick cats but Baby Boy, Angelina and Angelica were gonna be just fine.  It was weirdness all the way around and top it off that everyone was complaining they didn't sleep.  So something was up "there" doing something.  Oh FYI, if you ever try to give away someone's dog out of sheer vindictiveness you might want to take the tags off.  First off I don't know anyone who would do this.  Second, I doubt it's the dogs fault.  Third, rabie tag numbers are traceable.  Yep, long complicated nasty divorce story that (THANKFULLY) a nice responsible person ended up in the middle and owner got his dog back.  Crazy Moon.

Meet Lele, four pounds of sheer cuteness.  She had to have her teeth cleaned and then she is going to San Diego for the winter.  If she doesn't put a smile on your face go back to bed, like right now.  I was the lucky employee today, well for one I got to hold this little bundle A LOT and second I got to make some pretty special phone calls.  We had a client come in and hand us some money last week.  They wanted to do something local for the holidays, they told us to take the money and put it towards peoples bills that were struggling.  I was proud to be the one that got to call and tell these folks what just happened and that someone helped them out.  I told them Santa stopped by.  Spread the cheer, it's infectious for sure!

Take a guess?  Solar lunch box?  A Coco Chanel knock off purse? The perfect airport security carry on?  Nope.  A retro cat carrier.  It was a crazy stinky hectic day at Lucky Pet and at the end of the day Louis came in in one of these.  At first I thought, "HOLY COW I'm glad it's not hot out, this could be ugly".  Then I saw the holes on both ends.  I still wouldn't use this on a hot day.  I didn't think fast enough to get a photo.  My work buddy's Sandy and Kathy both said they have seen these time and again.  I Googled (man I love Google) "houndstooth vintage cat carrier" and this photo came up on Etsy.  Someone had sold it.  Vintage 1950's cat carrier.  Louis didn't mind it and he had a bird's eye view.  It felt good to get back to work.  I love vacations but I love my everyday routine too.  I work with really awesome people and I was happy to see them. 

Dirty boots, happy dogs and a poor pigeon

What a great day at Lucky Pet, it had it's usual ups and downs but we focus on the ups at the end of the day.  This is Apollo.  Isn't he GORGEOUS?!  OHHH do we love this dog, he's a German Shepherd, I think he's about 6-7 months old.  He is a fabulous dog because his owners work with him all the time.  I can't say enough great things about him and that coat of his, so so soft.  

  This is Apollo's Moms boot.  She is a hot ticket and when I looked down at her boots I said, "Girlfriend you know you live in Maine when your spikes have mud on them."  This girl should get a badge for wearing spikes around here.  Love it!

This is Patches.  CUTE! NO Patches did not come home with me.  I wanted to bring her home so bad.  You all know I'm kind of fond of white boxers, just a little. 

So we have a freezer at Lucky Pet, for obvious reasons.  Well there was a little bag in there today and I asked my coworker, "Hey what's in the little bag?"  She said, "A pigeon".  Now we have had other things cremated besides cats and dogs.  A chinchilla being the last odd request.  I said, "A piegeon?"  She said, "Yeah and it's banded."  Well I guess the other day a client pulled in, very upset that this pigeon was caught in the grill of his car, they couldn't get it out, it was struggling and my boss  had to euthanize it.   My coworker said the band said, ifCMP 1942.  So I called the local wildlife rescue place.  The girl told me that was a racing pigeon tag and we didn't have to report it because they do loose pigeons.  Well my coworker and I Googled "racing pigeons".  Within a few clicks we were on the site to track a pigeon, a guy in Maine showed up, I called the number, got the guy on the phone, he was ahead of the Maine Pigeon Racing Group and that was one of his pigeons.  He was probably 100 miles away.  He was super nice and thanked us for taking care of it.  WEIRD!  REALLY WEIRD!  Once again I'm blown away by a little tiny niche in society that makes people tick. 

OH and update on "My Situation" post from a few days ago.  THEY arrested SCUMBAG then he appeared in the paper AGAIN today for fighting with his neighbor and he now has 39 staples in his head and a broken orbital bone.  Sucks to be him.  I could post his photo but I'm stickin' with fluffy dogs, cute puppies and dirty boots.

 

 

I love watching people and observing extreme personalities.  If you ever need to do this for an assignment just go hang out at a vet clinic.  I use to play this game where I would try to guess what kind of dog breed a person would have running around their yard.  Or better yet if they were a dog what breed would they be.  I know silly but silly is fun.  We had a few extreme moments the last few days at Lucky Pet.  At one point we had a top notch breeder settling up on all the testing she is having done for their gorgeous Australian Labordoodle dogs.  They are CUTE and then on the other side we had Rocco checking in.  Rocco is a Pit, he was just adopted from the shelter, he had a smile the size of Kansas and his new parents were tickled pink over him.  They don't need any testing done on Rocco, they just need to know he is healthy and had some behavioral questions.  At one point we had an all white 75lb. German Shepherd checking out with a 3lb multi poo.  Those owners were yacking up a storm.  They would of never done that on the street.  Pets owners usually strike up a conversation.  You take a waiting room full of pet lovers and even a cat lover will jump right in on a conversation.  It's an interesting observation and I see social and economic differences everyday.  The bottom line, none of that matters, what matters is they are there and they care about their pets.  Some go to the extremes, some don't, but they still care and that's all that matters.  Have a great day! 

We each got kisses.....

......from this little French Bulldog.  His name is Hector.  Hector almost came home with me today.  What a hunk of love, 100% hunk.

Does my hair look okay?

Sassy La Pants is back living at Lucky Pet.  She has issues and attitudes!  She has inappropriate urination issues when she lives in a house.  A.K.A. pisses on things she doesn't like.  She's mad in this picture, one because my boss trimmed her "beard" and two she got locked out of the x-ray room.  She loved to lay under the x-ray table.  Not good.  For now she is our resident kitty at Lucky Pet. 

This is Rosa Bud.  WOW RIGHT?   She was in for a check up yesterday, she is new to the owner and she came from a breeder in Florida.

She is a Bengal cat.  They cultivated this breed by breeding the Asian Lion Cat with domestic cats.  There's tons of info out there and if you think dog breeders are crazy.....whoaaa watch out for kitty breeders.  Go to a cat show....at least once...you'll see.  The interesting thing is these cats are domestic, but they have a stalking attitude, right away she stalked the perimeter of the room.  I wasn't getting any warm fuzzys from her but her owner swore she was a cuddle bug.  The customer is always right.

She was stunning that's all I can say and came with a pretty big price tag.  So fancy cat day at Lucky Pet and icky dog stuff.  OH and it's porcupine season, just ask one of our regular dogs, "Boo" how she likes them there porcupines.  Here is your pet tip for the day, there is all this info on the web if your dog gets quilled you should cut the barb end off the quill so you can pull it through.  DON'T do that.  Just take your dog to the vet.  If you cut those barbs off we have nothing to pull on to remove them.  So then it requires each quill to get an incision and a stitch.  One of our vets use to work at the ER, he had to remove A LOT of quills from a dog this way and it cost the owner a fortune.  Porcupines always win.

"East"

A few weeks ago I mentioned that my dear cousin Marc lost his home and everything he owned in the fires in Bastrop, Texas.  Sunday morning he sent all of us an e-mail. They are some of the most beautiful words I have ever read.  I asked him if I could share it with all of you and he said, "please do." 

The positioning of my friends house, where I am living, 
places the front porch facing east. This is where I
bring my coffee each morning and sit, and watch,
and listen. This is where I have spent the last two
weeks talking with family and friends, crying, 
thinking, and remembering. This is my morning sunrise,
my roosters crowing, and my trains rustling noisily 
down the track in full view. There is a barbed wire fence
that encloses a block long pasture, where three horses
run and the wild chickens roost in cluster of elm trees 
at night adjacent to the train tracks. Beyond the
pasture is the illuminated silhouette of our performing
arts center. Above the building the moon rises slowly 
in the early morning hours , shortly after comes the 
rising of the sun. A stationary red flashing light from
a tower marks the upward movements of these 
revolving orbs giving perspective to a universe in motion.
Below this scene in the distance was my home.  For
several days this spacial scene was blocked by smoke 
and ash. It looked as if a beautiful thunderhead had
formed with a massive pure white mushroom cloud touching
the heavens resting on gray and black. I remembered 
something I read some time ago, that the air we breath
has particles contained of every event that happened over
the past several hundred years.  That we are connected to 
the civil war, Mount St. Helen, the farmers plowing their 
fields and the bombing of Hiroshima with every breath we 
take. Oddly,this brought a sense of comfort to me as my 
material and spiritual existence rose and circled in the 
cloud of smoke and ash in the distant eastern sky.  

Perhaps my connection to home, my life, humanity, and the 
planet, is now complete, and contentment can come from  
anywhere I find myself looking to the East.

Marc


 

I love you Cuz

Look Out....

Need some motivation?  Meet Ozzie!  The fastest Corgie on wheels!  I'm serious.  Ozzie's mom is a dog trainer and works her own dogs in various competitions.  Ozzie competes in what they call "Rally" competition.  He took second place in a race last week.  A race against non rolling dogs.  Ozzie is just full of life, happy and ready to go all the time.  He hurt his back a few years ago and has no feeling or very little in his hind quarters.  So Linda had him fitted for a cart.  When he is at home she said he doesn't use the cart and he just pulls himself around.  When Ozzie rolls into Lucky Pet I tell you everyone lightens up because this little guy reminds us all to keep on rolling......