Because there is no law that says eggnog can only be enjoyed around the holidays, and because I always have a fresh supply of eggs and happen to be a year-round fan of it, I make eggnog whenever I want.
I admit it. I used to just be a ‘dog person’. Sure, I’d grown up with dogs AND cats, but they were mostly barn cats that did their own thing, and aside from playing with the half-wild kittens when they were still young enough to handle, there wasn’t a whole lot of interaction. They were kind of typical cats. They did their thing and us humans did ours. It wasn’t that I didn’t like cats, I’d just never been as close to a cat as I had my dogs. That give-or-take-them mentality followed me into adulthood, until five years ago this week, when a little orange and cream swirled cat forever changed how I feel about cats.
Chickens. Throw ’em in the backyard, let them eat bugs and whatever else chickens eat, and reap the rewards of healthy, fresh eggs. Yeah, right. If it were that simple, I wouldn’t be writing this post.
Abby, my labrador, has had environmental allergies to some extent, since she was around two years old, when she developed her first hot spot on her chest. Yesterday, she turned nine. Luckily, for most of those years, she’d been doing well on these supplements http://amzn.to/2oabvd7 and this shampoo http://amzn.to/2oQ9PEc. Every year, around June, she’d go on the supplements and get her medicated baths about once a month until August or September, when the offending allergen had subsided. We were then good until the next summer. That was our schedule.
A few years ago, while online looking up how to cure one of many things I’ve looked up over the years, I ran across an invaluable website. I have found it very helpful for treating different ailments in both my animals and myself since then. The funny thing about this website is, most of the natural remedies can be found in your kitchen and they really do work.
A few months ago, I thought I was going to be adding a 7th cat to the crew and an 11th furry family member. It apparently wasn’t meant to be, but it wasn’t for lack of trying and it doesn’t stop me from wondering and worrying if the little cat is ok out there wherever it ended up.
Two months ago, Abby, my yellow lab, underwent lipoma surgery. The mass the vet removed was 12 lbs. and was encapsulated, but it had been hit and bruised, so when they performed the surgery, Abby bled heavily, causing her to have a pretty tense surgery and long recovery.
This, my friends, is my official ‘Critter Catcher and Releaser Pitcher’. As you can see in the picture, thanks to Sissy, it is currently holding a baby field mouse. On average, I have to use this pitcher 1-2x a month to catch an escaped mouse, or other small critter that one of the six cats decides to bring inside, for what I’m really beginning to think is for bragging rights. Why else would you bring your catch in the house to have it be taken away by someone else or from your unhappy owner whose policy on the subject is ‘No’.
Oh, how time flies. One year ago today, I brought this little girl home. It wasn’t planned. It never is. It was another instance of making the decision to take on one more, or leave them in their (usually bad) situation and feel guilty and wonder for the rest of my life. Of course I chose to bring her home. I already had TEN cats and dogs at home, but when you hear how it all went down, I’m sure you’ll see why saving animals like Ruby isn’t really just something random that happens, it’s something bigger going on that I never realize at the time. Ruby’s story is just another instance of that.
Most weeks are relatively quiet, until they’re not. This is one of those ‘not’ weeks. Wednesday night, Rosie decided to bring her late night dinner into the house. Fun non-fact, birds have approximately 35,0000 feathers. You can see that post/mess here: Excitement on Wednesday night
Today, I looked out to find a pleasant surprise…