Sunday, December 31, 2006

Well, the holidays have come and (almost) gone.... I head back to work on Tuesday. The week off was rather nice, I'll admit, though it never seems long enough.

Didn't get near as much done as I thought I would over the week, but such is life. I at least got some laundry done and my tree taken down. Only got to the humane society over the weekends like normal - there's a new pup there by the way. 7 month old mixed breed they're calling Sox - a brindle with short flopped ears and white socks on her feet. I've found she answers to Josie. Absolutely sweet animal, though she seems a little skittish. We walked near the cats' outdoor pen, and when one of the cats came up to the fence to investigate, the dog got a bit jumpy. Nobody there knows what her past is because the dog warden brought her in. But I was almost tempted to bring her home myself.

We went shopping earlier i the week and I dropped about $200. >.< I suppose it makes up for me not having bought my allotment of one dvd per paycheck for the past like, 4 months. And I got a new winter coat on sale - marked down from $140 to only about $50. And some new stuff for my phone - a headset so when people call me and I'm, say, cooking dinner, I still have both hands to talk. There were other things too but nothing major.

And I think my dog allergy may be disappearing. The last couple trips to the humane society I forgot my alavert, but I had no reaction to the dogs. The other day I had my uncle's dog in the house for a little while (to see how the cat would react to another animal before I go and get a dog - she's not too skittish but seems a little jealous) - again, no reaction. Supposedly allergies can come and go like that though, and mine was very mild to begin with (merely annoying rather than dangerous - my nose clogs up and my eyes itch but I can still breathe through my mouth just fine). So it's possible I had an allergy last for a whopping 5 years. Go figure.

Not much else to report. My life's really kinda boring these days....

Monday, December 18, 2006

Long night

Well, that was an adventure I didn't need.

Last night, right before I was about to crawl into bed, the CO alarm started shrieking. Took me a minute to figure out what it was because it had never gone off before. First reaction, go check the stove. Apparently I'd left a burner on (I swear I went to turn it off, but I must've not gotten it all the way off because there was just the barest hint of blue flame still there). After that my immediate thought was: "Where's the cat?" Track down the cat, drag her out from under where she was sitting, try to carry her outside by the scruff. We get to the door, she pulls the "nuh-uh that's outside - I'm an inside cat now!" and jumps away. Right. Okay. Run like a thing gone mad to my grandparents' house to borrow their cat carrier (yeah, I need my own - I intend to get one if we get out this week). I run back to the house with the carrier. Stuff the cat inside, who begins yowling. Take her next door.

My grandfather insists on going back to check the house. Understandably, he wants to open up the windows and vent the place out.

Get back to their place and call my parents. Dad said he was going to come up and check the house, and that I could stay with them for the night. Okay. He removes the battery from the alarm and puts it back. Instructs me to turn the furnace back on and shut the windows, then get out. Then he would come back in the morning and see if the alarm had started again - just in case it wasn't the burner.

Got to my parents' house, and mom got me set up in my old room, which is now a guest room. Dad ran back to the house for the cat's litter box, and we got her water and everything before shutting the door and letting her out of the carrier. Once she was out of the box she was perfectly calm. Good to know she adapts well, so if I ever move it won't stress her too badly. I climbed into bed, she stared at me for a bit until I picked her up and put her in it with me. Then she fell right to sleep..... and I'm pretty sure she slept better than I did.

This morning dad ran back over to check the place - the alarm was not ringing, and he checked - the battery was still working. So everything was fine. We dropped off the cat on my way to work.

Needless to say I was rather tired today....

Sunday, December 17, 2006


First day at the shelter went well.

Had a little time with 4 dogs.

Stardust - Shep mix. Rather sweet, but bites the leash and tries to play tug-of-war. Needs some patience.

Lucy - Australian cattle dog. Small bundle of energy, still not fully grown. Seems to want to visit with every other living thing she sees. Quick to spot weaknesses in a gate, so watch her. Loves jogging.

Macy - Rottweiler. Absolutely wonderful dog as far as behavior goes. Not good with other dogs - one barked in her face and she started snarling. Granted I can't blame her. However, she does know "come" (just a pat or a soft clap works), "sit" (they've trained sit along with a lifting of the hand), and "down" (sweep you hand along the ground and away from her - found that one out by accident). Scratch her ears and belly and she'll love you forever. Definitely has the rottie strut down, as she was trotting around the pen (they have outside ones you can unleash the dogs in) as though she were on patrol. She and Lucy were my favorites of the day.

Saydee - Shep/lab mix. Nice dog, but very barky and hyper. Doesn't like to listen. She seems to be under the impression she's the boss. I had to help another girl get her back in, because she tried to leash the dog, and the dog was another tugger. She's going to need somebody firm and consistent to work with her.

On that note... is it really that hard for most people to distinguish a play growl from a real one? I guess it just kinda comes naturally to me. The girl wanted help because she was afraid she'd be bitten. I'm actually a little surprise... one thing they missed in the shelter rules was that you should always stay calm around a high-strung dog. Again, something I guess most people don't think about. But I've always had this sort of strange understanding with animals. Well, mammals anyhow. Though reptiles seem to like me too. For some reason a lot of birds just won't warm up to me. Not sure why they seem to be the only family of animals that react that way. Maybe my body language is all wrong for them?

But the drive isn't bad, aside from trying to find the turnoff to the humane society. It's rather tucked back in. I think I'll be ging back - next time in coveralls so it's easier to tear down to a level where my cat won't pick up anything from the shelter.

As for my comments on the dogs - consider it an advertisement. :P Go adopt a dog. I suppose at this point if you're in the Delaware area - anyplace where you'd reasonably drop by there to find a dog - feel free to ask me if I know anything about whichever ones you might be interested in. Can't promise I'll know much, or even anything, but the ones that stand out to me I should be able to give you a rundown on. If it helps them get adopted to a good home, then I'm all for it.

Saturday, December 16, 2006


Yay, I got myself fully upgraded, templates and all, to the new blogger. More yay, it actually saves my links now instead of erasing them just because I changed my friggin color scheme.

Yay, if you click this link then buy stuff there it will give me money: Link!

And I might be heading into Delaware today - going to check out the drive, see if it's reasonable for semi-regular trips to the humane society. It's not actually in town in town, so not overly far. Like 20 miles or so I think my little shelter directory said. There's a couple that are closer, but I've been to the Delware one once before, and I already emailed the lady in charge of the volunteering program, who said it's perfectly okay if I just wander in whenever the heck I have time. Yeah, I'm gonna go try to help out. Mostly hoping to do more of the playing with and excercising the dogs thing - largely because I do have something of an ulterior motive for going.

See, I've decided that a cat in the house just isn't enough. I am a lot pickier with dogs than I am with cats, but I really want a dog. Yes, an indoor dog. Yes, I know I'm allergic. Want to know how serious I am? I'll get allergy shots if I find out it's a more sensible solution than buying alavert constantly (alavert is so far the only thing that doesn't make me drowsy in the way of allergy meds - if I knew what the heck that upper respiratory tea had in it that Howie and Karen gave me, I'd buy a ton of that too since it's cheaper - though I wan't a fan of the taste). Yes, I still have a phobia of needles. But I will face them to have a dog.

So I'm going to try and get to know every dog who comes into the humane society as I'm hanging around there, and hopefully will find one I want to take home. I also intend to put in an application with the ISSR Shiloh Shepherd rescue and rehome facility, so I might be adopting one of those if I can't find another dog before they match me up with one of theirs (I am making sure to put on my app that I MUST meet the dog before making a decision - all the pictures and descriptions in the world can't tell me as much as 5 minutes with the animal in person). If you've never seen a shiloh shepherd, well, basically they're like a german shepherd, only humongous. Like, great dane sized. Oh yeah. Big doggies. Big, and supposedly very smart. Considering I adore wolves, big and smart works for me. Temperament's supposed to be pretty sound too, though being big and smart I will have to make sure they know I'm boss.

Which really isn't that hard. I don't need a dog to obey my every whim, just know that my house has rules. So what if I weigh 110 and the dog 140? Doesn't matter. I babysat a doberman for a while.... a doberman on the large end. One of my cousins had one once that seemed insanely small by comparison. No, this was a friggin pony who thought she was a lapdog. This dog scared the crap out of the roofers asking if he could back down the driveway - giant dog, tiny twig girl holding it back. It was pretty funny. But she was big and smart, and stubborn. But she did as she was told.

My childhood dog was a lot smaller (half beagle, half who-knows-what), but also the smartest dog I've ever met. Smarter than most humans I know........ granted that doesn't necessarily take much, but you know what I mean. Great dog. Stubborn as hell. Wouldn't listen to you unless she saw good reason to. Tricks? Pfft. Her favorite was "run to the creek and play deaf". Fetch? More like "I grab the ball, you chase me and try to get it back." But she listened where it counted - she knew she wasn't allowed in the road. Only allowed indoors when invited. Don't jump all over people. She had a heart as big as her brain. Saved a turtle once. I thought she was playing with it. She wouldn't listen to me when I told her to drop it (normally that was a command she obeyed). Brought the thing all the way to me, set it down, and stared until I picked it up. There was a chip in its shell - it had been hit by a lawn mower. She was also protective - she figured out my mom didn't like snakes, so anytime mom was in the yard, the dog would go around killing any snake she found. She also really didn't like the utility guys.... not since one walked toward mom with a big tool in his hand and she assumed he was after her. She definitely had a streak of mischeif and a mind of her own, but she loved our family and was most certainly part of it. I want that experience again, though I know no dog will ever match up to my Jodi.

But basically speaking, big dogs are not a problem for me, really, as long as they're not overtly aggressive (and maybe even those I'd be fine with - I've never had a dog aggressive toward me to know). And I far prefer smart dogs. I just can't stand the dumb ones. No matter how sweet and loveable they are. I'll pet them, I'll play with them, but I don't want to take one home with me. Give me somebody who's got brains, knows how to use 'em, and isn't afraid to tell me when something's not right.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Oh yeah, I have a public blog.

Well, back from vacation (as of a couple weeks ago). Hurricane force winds, island cut off from the mainland. Oh yeah. It rocked. :P And we think we might have seen somebody get sucked into the ocean, but we're not entirely sure....

Day one:

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