Blue Dog’s First Bath

I can’t tell you about all the ups and downs we’ve had with this dog ownership thing, yet. It requires a bit more thought than I have time for right now.

But I have had several requests for updates.

On Monday, Blue Dog went to the vet and it has been determined that he is a bull terrier mix. He is about 6 months old and is healing fairly nicely from his dog fight wounds.

He is still underweight, but looks better than he did when he first came to us.

His eyes will certainly remain blue.

I will take him to the vet next week for his parvo and distemper shots.

We gave him a bath on Tuesday evening. It was a sort of sponge bath as he still has some “hot spots” (bite wounds) that are healing.

After his bath, we brought him into the house. He is doing quite well with the three cats. We may let him sleep inside tonight.

This is the first time we fed him. Day 1

This is the first time we fed him. Day 1

This is his first bath on Tuesday afternoon. We were gentle due to his hot spots.

This is his first bath on Tuesday afternoon. We were gentle due to his hot spots.

 

After his bath!

After his bath! He's a pretty boy, isn't he? Woohoo!

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Millie’s Angel

Millie's Angel

Millie's Angel

When I finished mulching the one section of my garden on Sunday, I put Millie’s Angel back in her place and thought about the role Millie played in my life.

You see, Millie’s Angel is a lawn ornament. She is a little concrete cherubim that was originally left in the flower garden of a home Brian and I bought in Ohio. The lawn ornament belonged to Millie and when she and Ted moved out of the house, she left the angel in the garden for us.

Ted and Millie were downsizing and purchased a smaller home in the same subdivision, so we saw them from time to time and became pretty good acquaintances. When we put our house on the market a few years later to move back to the south, we listed the house with Ted.

We wouldn’t know the role Millie would play in our lives until about this time.

Our 26 year marriage, for a ton of wrong reasons, was about to fall apart and the unlikeliest of angels came and rescued us. Job issues, family issues, marriage issues had finally taken their toll and we were going to sever a lifetime of being a couple and go our separate ways.

It was Millie that came to our rescue. She was the first guardian angel we had in our lives that we recognized as being such. And her actions actually caused a series of events to occur that brought us back together and made us remember what was most important to us – each other.

Millie came to our house on the morning I was to leave. I had the car loaded with my personal possessions and was ready to go. Millie would keep an eye on the house, water the plants and make sure everything looked fresh for potential buyers since Brian and I would separately be staying miles away.

Millie tried to talk me out of leaving. She tried to feed me some breakfast. She told me to get a few more hours sleep. She made us tea. I must have looked a wreck! She asked me to come and stay with her and Ted for a little while. She told me she would travel with me and fly home so I would not be driving by myself. She offered everything of herself that she could to ease my physical burden. She even gave me some money to make sure I would have enough for my trip and getting settled.

I was determined to go. I had no reason, no family and no desire to stay where I was any longer. So, Millie dawdled while receiving instructions on the house plants and the other house issues as I was getting more anxious to get some distance behind me.

But, had Millie not slowed my departure I would have been on the road much earlier and would not have received the call that changed everything for Brian and I. I smile about it even now, because I know her actions were intentional.

Millie also knew that our road back together would not be easy, so she gave us books to read to help us with our healing. She talked to us, individually and together in her quiet soft spoken way and helped us to soften our hearts towards each other. We learned that it is more important to be kind than to be right.

For all of you that remember the classic 1946 movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” Clarence helps George find his way back to his family. This was just like that. Millie helped us in the same ways that Clarence helped George. The only difference between this movie and our lives is that Clarence was an angel that was not of this world and our friend, Millie, is as human as you and I.

Yet, Millie is an angel, just like Clarence. She came into our lives when we needed her and then she was gone. She has helped others before us and helps people after us. It is just her nature.

Of course, when Brian and I left Ohio, together, as it should be, we took our lawn angel with us. We left some of our other possessions behind, but made room for her to come with us. She sat on our porch in Savannah, sat on our porch at Folly Beach and currently sits in my kitchen garden (protected from rain by the awning above).

We call this statue “Millie’s Angel.” She is our reminder of the greatest gift we ever received from another human being.  

In “It’s a Wonderful Life,” every time you hear a bell, an angel gets it wings. In real life, my life, every time, I look at Millie’s Angel, I am reminded that certain earthly angels have earned their wings.

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Blue Dog

I started calling him Blue Dog because of those eyes!

I started calling him Blue Dog because of those eyes!

For the most part, Brian and I love living in the rural south. But, there are a few things I would change if I could. 

One, is the animal problem that is prevalent in our area. And that is what today’s blog is about.

 I arrived home from work Wednesday to find a beautiful dog on my back deck. As I pulled into the driveway, he came down the steps and began walking towards the car. He stopped at about 10 feet away and looked at me after I got out of the car. Starving, mangy and with beautiful blue eyes, I kept my distance. He finally walked a few feet away and I went into the house to be greeted by Hubby. As we hugged, I began to cry. This poor, beautiful, pitiful dog. How could someone let this happen to an innocent creature?

I wanted to feed it, but Brian said no. So, I went into the house and began the evening house chores, keeping my eye on this dog through the window. He curled up and slept for awhile near the steps of the deck.

I called my neighbor, David. He would know what to do, I figured. After all, he and Julie have six rescue dogs and numerous stray cats that they care for. I knew this wasn’t one of my neighbor’s dogs. They take exceptional care of their critters, but I thought maybe he might know who it belonged to or might be able to advise me on what I should do. Well, the vet is out of town for four days, he said. And, I realized with that one statement what must be done. This dog needed care and I was elected to provide it just by virtue of him showing up on my doorstep.

Dammit! I don’t want to care for a dog. I already have three rescue kitties! Hubby and I have discussed in the past the responsibilities of dog ownership and decided we do not want a dog! We live on a main road, which is very dangerous for animals and we do not have a fenced yard to provide protection for a dog. We do not have very much discretionary income each month and pet ownership comes with a price! A pet needs food, water, shelter. A pet gets sick and needs veterinary care. A pet needs to be spayed/neutered, have its shots, yada, yada. No, a dog is not in our cards at this time. That would be just plain irresponsible on our part.

Before I hung up the phone with David, I knew I would need some dog food. I could run up to the grocery store and buy a bag, but somehow that seemed like I was accepting ownership. So no, let me just ask David if he could spare some, which of course, he could.  So, Hubby, who is out cutting grass, sees me trekking next door with a container and races the riding mower over to me and says, “Don’t do it!” So, I get a little teary eyed again and say to him, “How can we not do this? He’s starving.” And, so Brian gives his blessing and I bring home some food for the dog.

Of course, the dog spent the night on the back deck. Of course, he greeted me when I went to get in the car the next day to go to work. Of course, he was there when I got home, and of course, he will probably still be here on Monday when I can take him to the vet to find out if he can be treated or if he should be put down.

Of course, I have begun calling him Blue because of those eyes. Blue Dog, Blue Eyes, Blue Boy. Dammit! If this dog can be saved, does anyone out there in the world wide web want him?

By the way, to the previous owner of this dog, “You are a putz AND an asshole!”

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