On Saturday, I was scheduled to pick up my latest foster dog (I know, I know), so I headed out to meet him at a halfway point - about an hour and a half away. An hour and a half on the highway. Have I mentioned how much dread befalls my heart for every second I have to drive on any road with more than two lanes? We met, moved the old gentleman from her car to mine, exchanged paperwork and then off I went. C was 13, had been found as a stray - later found to have been adopted many years prior and then dumped when he was old, tottery and was tested positive for heartworm. Don't get me started. I figured it was worth the trip, as I have a very soft spot in my heart for senior dogs/cats and he had been deemed good with all animals, large and small.
Within 10 minutes of being introduced to the kitchen - the "introduction area" for all fosters - he peed on the floor twice, on two beds and left me a 3 lb 'package'. After having been walked outside for 15 minutes. This was without starting his prescription for Prednisone. Gah. Still, he was a sweet boy and had a friendly, low-key interest in L & P. Then Slimmie sauntered by to see what all the hubbub was about. C went into laser focus and, had I not been physically nearby, would have taken down any barrier to get at him. Sigh. I keep forgetting that, when dogs are assessed in a kennel situation, they are usually a) shutdown or b) super-hyper and are not their true selves. I am very lucky that the rescue I foster for are very responsive and sensitive and jumped on the problem right away. A spot was found for C at the kennel they work with - and not an hour from me - so back into the car we went. By the time I got him there and settled and got back home, it was almost dark. I poured myself a healthy measure of an adult beverage, sat on my chair and a half and was covered with much-relieved furry bodies. Other than that? Nothing got done.
Which led to Sunday's madness.
|As of Sunday night - and, since I|
only half-cleaned the gardens, I didn't
check it off. I'm virtuous that way.
Made liver treats for the dogs. My friend who raises Randall beef cattle had given me an entire beef liver (7+ lbs) and a beef heart, along with 30 lbs of marrow bones. Just to show you how much I love my dogs, I processed 2# of beef liver and 6 cloves of garlic in my food processor (totally gross), then mixed two cups of organic, GF oats into the mess, spread it in a pan and baked it in a slow oven for two hours. There are many baking aromas I love, but baked liver is not one of them. Pfft, However, these make great, healthy treats and you can't beat the cost.
While I was stripping down the hoop house, I let Lovey and the Pat tear-ass around the double fenced enclosure. What a ball they had! The Pat was airborne most of the time and they romped and rassled and had a grand time of it. After days and days of rain, it was nice to have a second day in a row with no wetness.
|There's a Butter Pat under that |
pile of blankets
Speaking of breakfast, this is my new breakfast du jour - roasted Delicata squash with a butter pat (not of the furry variety)!