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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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I was looking back through some Ranch pics and saw the below trilogy. It caught my eye bc of the way Pebbles was sprawled out in the mud. As you can see here, it’s typical for Pebbles. She always likes to get dirty:

But this was just too weird – she doesn’t love water so I was actually documenting that she got near it willingly! I’m sure that it in no way did this newly found affinity for lakes have anything to do with her being tied to Piper! Maybe that’s why she’s down – hanging on to dear life, dead weight and making Piper drag her. If I’m going in, I’m not going in easily!


“Pebbles, look at that? What is that? It’s shiny and right there at the edge of the water. Don’t you want that? It’s just for you and you’re gonna love it. Everyone is going to be so jealous of you! You just have to have it”

“Where? Oh, I see it! I must have it … It’s MINE!!!”

“Oh, Pebbles. Guess it wasn’t anyth … wait … what’s that over there? OO, there it is. Let’s go get it!”




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Posed Perfection

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Buddy System Kinks:

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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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Isn’t she just adorable! Don’t you want to just scoop her up and let that puppy breath fills your lungs! Okay, kinda gross and pretty much kisses aren’t permitted at my house unless asked. But you must admit she’s the MOST ADORABLE PUPPY you’ve ever seen!!!

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She’s been here about 30 mins and this is her take on what’s going on …

“Who are you? I like you! Let me nip you!  No, okay … I’ll find somebody else.”
“Whoa, the enemy is quick … and HUGE!  But I’ve got a few secret powers they aren’t aware of. My superdog shrill bark should hold them off!  YAP YAP.”
“What is this thing they put around my neck? I must get it off.”
“Hmm, there’s just no way to sneak attack. They’ve got me cornered.”
“Turning on superdog hyper speed! Yes, they tremble & cower in my presence!”
“RETREAT, RETREAT!! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!!!  Boy they’re big!”
“Maybe they won’t see me under this one! Darn. Why aren’t I invisible? This thing they put on my neck must have stripped me of my superdog powers!”
“Resort to Plan B – ATTACK!!!”
“She’s fierce! If I could only get this off … “
“Bahhh…. I can’t risk it. I’ll have to destroy her first & then worry about it.”
“She even knows my secret superdog belly bite! Can she read my mind?!?!”
“I must rest and re-coup. Hmmm, on to Plan C.”
“Why aren’t my superdog strong nails working to get this off?”
“I’m sure the superdog booty dos-si-do will get her!”
“Almost …. allll–mmmooostt ….”
“AHHHH, a sneak attack!! She’s good.”
“I’ll show YOU what it means to attack from behind!”
“They’re distracted. My chance to get this off and destroy!”
“Blast – they knew my plans!”
“YAP!”
“The big white one – hmmm. I like her.”
“Ya know …… this is fun!”
“Okay, one battle lost, but not the war, not the war.  You beware spotted girl!
One last try!”
“Oh, I give up. Plan D – look cute and snuggle.”


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