Sun. 07.16.17 – Unfortunately, much like everyone’s favorite little Canela the Chihuahua, this blog fell asleep and has been napping since early May.
Life has been a bit too busy. Hopefully, this upcoming week will allow me to catch up somewhat, as I have been collecting links for the Sunday Tidbits for the last two months and they are a bit overflowing now.
Photo of Canela taken by Ms. Jen with her Nikon D800 yesterday afternoon.
Sat. 12.31.16 – Dear 2016, I had so many hopes for you. Hopes of a good year, a year of progress, a year of healing, a year of forward movement. While you weren’t so bad to me personally, as I did have forward movement in my own life. But you were a rather awful year in many other aspects.
2016, you were a year of closures and deaths.
Goodbye, 2016. Farewell to David Bowie, Price, and Carrie Fisher. Farewell to any remaining respect that I had for the United States of America. I will be telling folks from now on that I am a Californian.
Closer to home, farewell to Mr. Scruffy McDoglet.
Wed. 12.01.16 – Canela and my Mom came back to Huntington Beach today. Canela has a lot of staples, on her belly, on her back, and on her sides. She is currently recovering in style with a leopard print coat and tiger print blanket.
Thank you for your prayers and good thoughts on her behalf.
Tues. 11.29.16 – My mom was walking Canela, her chihuahua, down the street from her cousin Lynn’s house in Palm Desert this morning when a pit bull jumped out of an open window of a contractor’s truck and attacked Canela. My mom was not able to stop the dog from attacking Canela and the pit but ripped her open. Luckily the contractor heard my mom’s screams, ran out and laid his whole body on his dog to get it to stop.
Canela was swiftly wrapped in a t-shirt with an ice pack and rushed off to an emergency vet, as intestines were coming out of a hole in her tummy, as well as bite marks on her back. She was out of surgery and ready to be taken home by 4:30pm.
The vet is positive that she should recover. When I asked my mom about it on the phone this evening she was still in high emotion and so I did not have a clear understanding if the pit but just ripped open Canela’s abdomen or if the intestines were perforated as well. Hopefully, Canela will not have an intestinal infection and will recover.
The whole thing is terribly upsetting. The dog owner at the time claimed he would pay the vet bill. Hopefully he will.
Readers of this blog post: If you choose to own a power breed or a pit bull breed of dog, please for the sake of the rest of us – have your dog fully trained, walked/ran daily for more than 45 minutes, and if you can’t be next to your dog and your dog is in public – please please please have it restrained.
I had a lovely little jerk of a 12 lb. Maltese dog for 12 1/2 years and I followed my above recommendations. If you have a dog and don’t have the time nor inclination to train, walk, and restrain your dog, please re-home it with someone who will. We all thank you – esp. small children and other small animals.
Tues. 11.15.16 – I am still sick with the flu/evilvirus/snotmachine/nauseathing. I am still sad. Sad about Scruffy – I keep calling Belle Scruffy even though she is a different breed, taller, bigger, not Scruffy, etc. Still sad/mad about our election of the Narcissist-in-Chief.
I will have more substantial thought posts when I am not being attacked by the evilvirus.
Sat. 11.12.16 – I promised myself and Roland that I would blog every day this month to help me get back into the swing of blogging again. And it has.
Big thanks to Roland for all of his encouragement and comments.
I have not much to say today other than this week got more extra special when I was returning home from the vet to drop Scruffy off for cremation. I felt nauseous as Belle and I drove back and as I pulled into a parking spot I knew I would not make it into the apartment. I got very sick. Luckily, I still had two dog bowls in the car.
I have the flu. I am still crying about Scruffy. And Trump is still Doofus-in-Chief-Elect. Gah.
Fri. 11.11.16 – After weeks of struggling to walk and many other old guy indignities, this week Scruffy declined to the point of being unable to stand and go to the bathroom. I was told by my Aunt Anne and Vivian Hernandez that when a dog could not work its back end that the end would be near.
After two uncomfortable days, Scruffy woke up at 3am this morning whining and tapping my leg with his front paw. I took him outside and held his back end up so he could pee, to no avail. I carried him back in, gave him so water to drink, and went back to sleep – for about a half hour until he started to make noise again. This cycle lasted for the rest of the early morning hours and by 10am he was done. Around 10:10am this morning Scruffy McDoglet ran off to the Doggy Elysian Fields.
I am gutted. Scruffy was a very good dog and occasionally a real little f’er. He was not only a great little buddy – my best dog – to me but also to my brother, Joe with whom I shared Scruffy, and to the whole family.
Scruffy-licious Alidocious T. McDoglet, Esq.- you will be greatly missed.
Thurs. 11.10.16 – This is a very rocky week. Starting the day of the election, Scruffy’s back end and legs stopped working for him and by yesterday morning he was unable to walk or even raise up and stabilize his legs.
We had already planned to visit Erika and Lukas today so that Lukas could play with Belle. Erika let Lukas know that Scruffy was at the end of his life and that Lukas would most likely not see him again. Near the end of the visit, Lukas wanted to sit on the couch with an ailing Scruffy in his lap. It was very sweet.
In this photo, Erika was telling Lukas the story of the first time that Lukas met Scruffy.