it is a good thing to get up and wish for things -- that way there is a goal for the day.. and ompletion would give one a feeling of success.. even if it is emptying the trash can.---- inm my case today, i will get poo pickers in a cermic cup just outside my bedroom door-this is one of thise baindaids kept in the bathroom deals-- a very common place to find puppy poo is right in front of the candy bar-- and teh nearest collectio of poo pickers is about s far from that area as tey could be on the far side of teh chimney...
now these pups are wonderfully healthy-- good solid cylindars--easily transported in poo pickers to the distant poo receptical.. however if the produce had been teh flat pankcake-- or hheaven forbid... teh noisy kind... havind a supply of the 3 x 6 cardboards right there would be critical..
so that is my big chore of the day....
solid cylindars...
i had a phone call from wsomeone in rhode island complimenting me because of the cylindars her pup was now producing.. i mean some days you have to be happy with whatever compliments you get.... i certainly don't wnt to be accused of practicing vet med without a license.... but........ apparently she called about a month ago-- she had purchased a new dane pup and anything she and her vet had tried was not working ----the pup was gettting thinner with that "washed out" eeling... so she called me because our dogs look soooooo lovely and healthy - she had gone thru the giardia testing and flagyl and still had very loose stool...--- i said i could nt tell her wht to do... but if she was asking me what we did....... so i went thru the immodium... flagyl.. panacur (?fenbendazole?) and allwormer from austrailia
-- and if there was still a problem we used tylan-- it is otc in the vet catalogues"out west"-- started out as a turkey med-- then swine poeple started using it.. at ahat point i heardabout it fro a dane owner in rockport 1/4 teasp for 7 days and a pinch for a month...
this woman from rhode island said at 6 days the dog was perect-- and back on purina pro plan--- instead of the seagull and swamp turtle dog food-- without corn...that they were selling her...*
with all that sucdess... one of the volunteers mentioned she wished she couod be cured a s quickly.....---i pointed to the bottle o tylan and suggested pigs were very similar medically to people...i think it is basically an antibioic
i have heard no more-- i think i remember th tylan has people name with the exact contents-- so i don't know what she did..-
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moving on....
i did contribute $300 from the fun fund to the guy who installed our dryers...
he had a house fire -- people and 2 dogs ok.. absolutely zero left.
i did send a note and said if he was desparate to park the dogs for a few days, we could cope...
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speaking of coping... janine wlll be doing a donkey swap at some piont ?today" gussie turned gus, will be leaving for his new home... and a "tiny prego will be deposited in with PL.. janine also has a very young 2 month old and 6 month old - the younger needed bottle feeding- needed to learn to drink milk out o a bucket... she has a 4h kid who can take that on... i thought we had our hands full--
how to???
well the farm store has big nipples that go on teh large soda bottles -- and land'o'lakes produces xxxxxxxx powder..... - there is an fyi there...
background info.... we use myerson powdered goats milk-- in cans--- people kind----- usually rfon health stores-- but i know it comes in bags aggricultural siez-- which we no longer use because it is a narcotic to rats who will chew thru a garbage can to get at the plastic bags of the stuff... with that knowledge i stood in front fo the nipple department of the feed store and saw smaller bags of "kids goat milk replacer"-- i almost bought a bag when i realied it was milk replacer....i.e. ground up seaweed and pine needles or someting... and was not goats milk at all.
feeding the donkey wold be no problem... but the addition of spilled milk to our already challanged plumbing department would be too much- so where she said she has a kid ( person) to dea li thoght it best... that may not be the way it works out... but it si the pln at the moent.
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and i am getting out of the house today-- somebody said it was going to be 50 degrees today and -20 tomorrow... so tehe will be no paperwok doen by me tiday -- i need to loosen up my head.
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My amazing Asher,
Six months ago, I took a hold of your harness, asked you to walk on, and we never looked back. I knew in those first steps next to you that you'd change my life, but I didn't know just how much.
I ended up in the northeast by accident in 2014, but once fall rolled around with the cool weather and the golden and bright red leaves on the trees, I knew I wouldn't be headed back to Florida anytime soon. I even loved my first winter; the falling snowflakes, snow days, and snowball fights on the commons. I lived on my college campus downtown, and I never had to worry about ice or snow getting in the way because the grounds crew was always looking out for that.
The next year rolled around and I had moved off campus as graduation approached. I wasn't prepared for the unplowed driveways and sidewalks or the icy surfaces everywhere and I fell frequently. Early 2017 brought more of the same, as well as snow banks that blocked off crosswalks and left certain parts of town inaccessible to me. I felt like it was only a matter of time before I seriously injured myself, and I couldn't continue being so cut off. I felt conflicted: I chose years ago not to drive because I never felt comfortable at the wheel of a car, and now living in a small New England city with decent public transportation had given me the most freedom I'd ever had before. I could walk to almost anywhere I needed to go, and for anything else, I could easily hop on a bus and take the ten-minute ride downtown. But living up north on my own in the winter (and, dealing with the cracked, uneven sidewalks for the rest of the year) presented some new, more dangerous challenges. I wouldn't use a walker (been there, done that) and a cane didn't provide enough stability for me when I started to lose my balance. I didn't have a good solution, and I didn't know how many winters I could trudge through before living up north became too risky. And then you picked me.
We got to know each other, and
things built up from there. I started to trust you. We got into a rhythm; you quickly learned to match me step for step on the good days and on days I need to take it slow. We started law school together, and sometimes you're still the only thing that can keep me going on a tough day of class. Even with our busy schedule, we find time for adventures. You're my best friend, and I've lost track of the places you've given me the freedom to go because we're alone together and I feel so safe with you next to me.
Winter is back again this year, but for the first time, it's different. I can watch the snow fall and see beauty again instead of danger because you're sure-footed enough for us both. When there's snow piled up in front of us, you step first when I can't and help pull me through it. When my foot slips out from under me, you're braced tightly before I even ask. On the rare occasions when you can't balance me mid-fall, you lower us to the ground slowly and you're right there (wet kiss at the ready) to help me back up. Because you're with me, we'll be able to enjoy my favorite city together safely for years to come.
We've become quite the team and have conquered so many challenges in just the six months we've been together, but I have no doubt that the best has yet to come. Thank you for making our first six months together the most freeing six months of my life so far.
Erica
