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As I opened my eyes to greet the bright (already too bright too early) new day, I knew there was lots to be done, but what fun awaited … no idea.

Pebbles creeped up the bed to get that good morning scratch (a reward for staying ON the bed the whole night rather than visiting the litter box or trash can). And then the routine begins – along with the whining from below, they were awake too.  First things first, throw on a robe and wearily head downstairs. At the sounds of me on the steps, the whining stopped and the thuds began. Quick, quick – waggin’ tails against crate walls.

Out, breakfast, out. Then it’s time to feed the momma and kittens and the momma and puppies upstairs (more on them later). This is where it all started to go wrong. As nursing mothers, they need the nutrients in canned food – so they get a lot of it. Unfortunately, my can opener is downstairs, so I do all before I get back up. We’ll back up a little – two nights ago – naughty Abbi pushed her way through the wedged door and caused quite a load of destruction in the kitchen, including spreading the trash around beautifully as morning gift for me – pretty sure she had much more fun than I did. Anyways, all those open cans leave a lot of sharp, jagged lids – of which I had missed cleaning up one. So this morning while opening yet another can, slice and sting! Blood was oozing quickly from my big toe – ouch!!! I didn’t have time for this.

Stop everything before my blood gets everywhere and in everything – wait a WHOLE 15 mins on the couch for the freaking thing to stop its unnecessary and bothersome bleeding.

15 mins behind schedule. Hmphffff

What shall I wear? OO, what’s this? My closet poles have fallen of f the wall and all my clothes are piled together and getting wrinkled!! AHHH!!! I threw on a wrinkless dress – YAY! Nothing I hate more than ironing.

Don’t you hate technology? I spent the rest of the morning checking email ON my phone – only to frighten the begeezies out of me for the day. Last week, I got a new foster, Boone (more on him later too). Well, he was transported with another dog – who has a snotty nose and then last night had a few tremors. These are classic symptoms of distemper – something relatively uncommon in the basic dog world but unfortunately not in the foster wold. It’s also something very lethal to those infected and very contagious – airborne contaminants which can ONLY be killed by bleach!

So, a million emails later and six hours later – the vet cleared the dog of distemper (course, it could still be that). But whew! I think I breathed for the first time since before I cut my toe (which, I hadn’t noticed was throbbing and swollen by this time.)

Surely, dinner with my best friend would make the sorrows go away, the frights, the disgust that I very nearly exposed my own four AND too many fosters to such a deadly disease.

Dinner was fantastic. We talked for close to 2 hours.

When I got home, I saw a dog playing close to my back gate and got prepared to save him! Surely my neighbors would love me – but woe is me – it was Pebbles!! The little booger. She must have dug herself out – UNDER the doggie proofing system (a steel garden border hammered into the ground and around my entire fence). So, she came, happy I was home and I let her in the garage with me and then inside. Went to the back to let in Abbi but instead found tormented chairs, my table flipped sideways, and the front gate banging in the wind. My heart skipped and I stopped breathing again.

“Dad, I think there may have been someone trying to break in!” “I’m on my way!” Love Daddies!!

We determined that Abbi was indeed the culprit and hammered and screwed the loose board (she had merely tossed it aside along with my broken hindge – lock still attached.)

So with that, I’m sitting here blogging and unfortunately venting – unfortunate because it’s been entirely too long since I have written a word on here and in all honesty, NOTHING but great things have been going on.  Soon my friends, soon I will be posting a million cute kitten and puppy pictures that will make you oo and ahh rather than the pity you’re feeling for me now! 😉

In other news, hopefully DogFosterMom will do a Sunday Scoop on distemper and all it’s horrors soon so that everyone will know how important it is to VACCINATE your pets!! Don’t be stupid.

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Last weekend, I traveled down south to visit my Mimi!

Isn’t she adorable!! The best!  Sadly, this blurry awful photo is the only one we took together.  Pathetic isn’t it!  I’m going to be better about that next time.

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The just under 4 hour drive was uneventful enough.  Gorgeous weather permitted us to roll the windows down and enjoy the breeze – or 70+ mph winds.  Abbi loves the wind in her face … she just plops down, gets cozy, and rests her head on the door where the vibrations lull her to sleep.  Pebbles, on the other hand, suffered from car sickness as a puppy so nowadays, her spot is directly behind the driver. Anywhere else and she panics – climbing over anything and everything to get to “her spot.”

Angus and Piper also got to go.  As Angus is about to have to undergo heartworm treatment, he’s living up his “last days” to the fullest.  The Ranch was a perfect weekend for him and he was so anxious to get there he never sat down. Seriously, he didn’t!  Piper got her own personal space and security in a crate in the back. She was more than happy to not be crammed in the back row between frozen-stiff P and pacing A.

It’s an awesome place – the weekend was going to be full of memories.

(breath-taking view from the back porch)

We arrived, well I did – to freshly baked chocolate chip cookies! About 4 dozen that would barely last us the weekend 😉

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Mimi has three pets – Maggie, a loveable, pleasantly plump dauschund (VERY pleasantly) and then there’s the two kitties –  Ginger, and Tigger – neither of which were all too happy to have us there.  Ginger is the Bubbas mommy and Tigger their brother!

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You may not be from around here but it was ab-so-lute-ly gorgeous!! I spent it outdoors, err WE spent it outdoors every moment we got.

Friday night I met Beck’s new family.  Boy is she a smart kitty lover! Beck is going to be one spoiled cat – brushed, petted, loved and adored as the only man of the house.  He’s one lucky kitty and I’m happy for him – his daily boxing matches with Rhino might have had the best of him soon .

We left Willow up at Petsmart in hopes that a week there would find her a good home and the Pebbles and I headed to Home Depot for some last minute training before her Therapy Dog test Saturday afternoon.

Soon we were home and happily greeted by the jealous herd there.  It was bittersweet without Beck and Willow to greet me at the door.

Saturday was a long FULL day – woken at 6am by Piper’s whining (a new thing she’s learned with confidence), immediately outside, I get breakfast ready because I’m here to serve them, all inside, eat, outside, give kitties nose drops (kitty cold from Willow), get scratched, chase kitty to give more drops, clean scratches, dress in grundgies, sweep, clean up breakfast, inside, crate a few, gather the rest, load up the car, everyone hop in, to the dog park, out, run, run, run, play, run, almost 3 hours later load up for home, they sleep, I clean (isn’t that how it always is?!), give kitties nose drops, bandage scratches, Pebbles and I go to our test, squeak out some nerves, test, test, test, PASS, celebrate, home, one-on-one times with those left behind, wonder if Willow got adopted, crate, I get “Kat time,” home, give kitties drops, outside, bed.

Sunday was pretty much the same with a few additions – church, home, lose Mattie, dog park, WILLOW GOT ADOPTED!, nursing home visit, home, another visit to family, do dishes, turn on disposal, find Mattie after she shot out from under cabinet, comfort scared kitty, laundry, bath 5 dogs and 3 cats, brush 5 dogs teeth, 2 dogs cry, 3 dogs hate me, 3 cats growl, clean 8 sets of ears, give kitties drops, lay down on couch, watch movie while dogs go wacko bc they’re clean, wake up with three kitties on top of me, two dogs on each side, crick in neck.

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For those of you actually interested in the progress of those fosters hanging out and about … well, I apologize for not being very consistent in that area.  Yes, I’ve had some fun posts, but nothing that lets you know what’s going on individually!  So, as we are quite a crew, let’s go one-by-one!

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SueAnne has the BEST news possible!! She has been ADOPTED!!!!! This precious elderly man came into Petsmart with her daughter buying trinkets for her two when he spotted our dear Sue and rushed over.  He scooped her up, tilted his head and inquisitively asked her name. “Oh, SueAnne,” he whispered, “aawwweee!” He just cooed over her and I knew it was love at first sight. He just couldn’t get enough of her. One of those most precious men that is joyful and endearing to everyone.  He went home, applied, returned to PM the next day and bought several “necessities” including a car seat so she could go everywhere with him! For those of you fosters or shelter workers out there – you can understand how wonderful it is when the perfect person finds your pup or kitty!  She will be doted upon day-in and day-out. Exactly what she wants and nothing more! She’ll be hanging out for another week until he gets back in town and can start the 2 week trial officially! I’m gonna soak it up!

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Zoe always gets interests at our adoption events and this last weekend was no change.  She got several applications and I’m hoping that one will follow through because I just know they would be a wonderful family for her.  She’s learning stay for a period of time and calm but she can’t get down just yet (neither can Pebbles).  She is such a cutie and I know will give tons of joy and laughter to her adoptive family!

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Piper is making strides and then falling backwards.  We set up a zip line for her in the backyard to see if that would help her relax a little back there and actually go to the bathroom anywhere but Abbi’s bed and Pebbles’ crate. This will hopefully give her confidence!  She’s coming when called though it’s hard to trust that I want to just love on her. I think she’s got a little bit of separation anxiety but right now she’s just curled up on her bed with Sue. Well, okay – she’s as close to the wall as possible, but it’s a step forward from desperately trying to be invisible under a chair.

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Willow is merely hanging out for another week and doing her time until she moves onto her forever home. Yep, pretty much the day she was available she was ADOPTED and has merely been counting down the days. I will miss her as she follows me around, loves to cuddle and sit in my lap, and completely ignores the Bubbas’ hisses (I think they’re jealous).

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Beck was finally introduced to the rest of the gang last night and has done wonderfully.  He’s just walking around with the big dogs like he owns them and it cracks me up.  His favorite spot is in my Asian wooden bucket which holds my throws.  He just settles in and watches the world wisp by until he gets thirsty, when he carefully maneuvers down and around to get a drink – he’s a very thirsty boy!

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INTRODUCING Mattie!  She’s a gorgeous short-haired black kitty who was given up because she never came out from under the bed.  Right now she’s hanging out in our luxury cat room with fresh water, premium canned food, specialized fitness equipment, and bird’s eye view (guest bathroom) where she doesn’t have too many places to disappear.  But … she’s come and greeted me every time I’ve entered and loves lovin’.

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And of course – my four.

Well, the Ladies are enjoying the thought that a few will be departing soon though they do like having them around.  Pebbles absolutely adores kitties and if by some mere accident she gets stuck on the side of the pet gate where they aren’t, she wines! Not because she wants to be with me, but with them.  Abbi just likes to take advantage of having more “little ones” to care for.

And the Bubbas, well, their initial curiosity has quickly departed.  They hiss at Willow, I’m sure from jealousy as it’s merely when she’s near me.  There is no issue with Beck so it must be her, it’s gotta be her.  But I mean, I obviously didn’t train them very well – because it’s a HER! They are fine though, adapting nicely.

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One might be quick to assume that a home where the pet to person ratio is 9:1 would be practically out of control.  But if you did assume such a thing, you would be a little off base.  Yes there are times when toys cover the floor, tails wag with glee and dogs literally fly over you (well, only Pebbles).  But mostly, the only noise I ever hear is Abbi’s soft snoring (okay, not the entire time, but predominately soft).  Yes, even now …

ZZZZZZZZ …

Abbi is our resident cuddler … self-proclaimed, of course

Probably because she looks so retarded when she snoozes solo


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