Life before 2008 31 Jan 2007 09:04 am
I feel like I should have more to say…
But I’ve wanted to spend most of this week under the covers. I can’t beleive it’s only Wednesday.
We watched two movies this week. Side Effects, a not-very-well-made but well-meaning movie about the dangers of the spending and ethical practices of pharmaceutical drug reps and the effects they have on people’s lives and the medical field, and Mystic River, a very well written, made, and acted film, centering around tragedy and the long-lasting effects of unresolved pain.
We’ve got dog-on-the-brain around here. There are two strays we’re keeping an eye on. “Jenny” is a very old, nearly lame lab that wanders around, refusing to stay longer than it takes to eat, who looks like she might lie down and die any day now. She’s sweet and has grey hair all over her face. She also has a few lumps on her chest and I wonder if it isn’t cancer she’s dying from. The other was dumped yesterday. We tried to lure him away from the road with food, tried to get him to come out of the single-digit cold, but so far, no good. Dogs that are dumped seem to grieve on the spot, waiting for owners to pick them up that never come. It is heart-wrenching to watch.
Probably, in a short while, there will be a persistent stray who will decide to make us her family. The kids want to go adopt one from the pound; one destined for death, to save it. Dad would like to rescue a Bouvier but rescue agencies are notoriously picky in the families they choose and I doubt we’d be accepted. I mostly just miss Red Fox. He was a good watch dog, sweet, and loving and obedient; it will be very hard to find a dog that even comes close.
It’s cold here, with talk of “ice storms” in the forecast, though today is the high blue sky that comes before. The snow from Sunday night is still on the big hill, though it’s just ice between blades of grass now. We have another “big” school day ahead and Mt. Laundry makes me cry. I find myself wanting a fairy godmother to show up; to work magic in the kitchen and laundry room while I catch up on zzzz’s under a pile of warm blankets. I know better than to wait around for her to fly in with a wand though….so ONWARD. “The only way out is through” LOL 
on 31 Jan 2007 at 10:14 pm 1.martha jane said …
I feel that way every morning! Today and yesterday I got to spend most of the day at work sitting in my comfy chair by the window under an old quilt, replacing worn patches. It has been on the back burner for months, just waiting for this kind of a slow, cold day to give me a rest from hems and zippers.
I had an experience with the rescue people. I think it is harder to get a dog from them than to adopt children, at least that proved true for me. I decided that I could probably do my own rescue without the heavy burden of the law. I imagine the six of you standing there with sort of shining (red) radar beams with a good dog frequency.
Do you know the book CALEB AND KATE by William Steig? It is a great dog story, with an interesting twist (as there always is with Steig). An interesting way to get a dog.
on 31 Jan 2007 at 10:14 pm 2.martha jane said …
I feel that way every morning! Today and yesterday I got to spend most of the day at work sitting in my comfy chair by the window under an old quilt, replacing worn patches. It has been on the back burner for months, just waiting for this kind of a slow, cold day to give me a rest from hems and zippers.
I had an experience with the rescue people. I think it is harder to get a dog from them than to adopt children, at least that proved true for me. I decided that I could probably do my own rescue without the heavy burden of the law. I imagine the six of you standing there with sort of shining (red) radar beams with a good dog frequency.
Do you know the book CALEB AND KATE by William Steig? It is a great dog story, with an interesting twist (as there always is with Steig). An interesting way to get a dog.
Jane
on 01 Feb 2007 at 9:00 pm 3.Kyra said …
The rescue of dogs is so hard these days,…”Do you have children?” they sniff. Of course I do, a dog is happier with a boy to play with, a girl to follow and take watch of. But they think the dog should be the only child in the home, pampered and spoiled. I have tried to remind them that a home, a loving home is better than a cage. They have said my home is dangerous because it contains children.
I contest this thought…it is the home that detests the child that is dangerous. But then I see the dog as part of the family. The family is an entity, not singular and particular to its parts…but each of us makes up a piece of the pie. They would see the dog as well…the dog.
The more dyslexic of them see the dog as god.
Love on the ones who come to your door..they are sent to you for a reason. If I were a dog, heaven knows I would sniff out your door.