Nearly two months after my trouble maker "son" got into and subsequently ate an unknown amount of a brand new bottle of Gorilla Glue I am faced with the tough decision. I kick myself for not taking more care into where I place things. I have to admit that I haven't been proactive in a treatment plan, I just now have been curious as to what treatment if any are available for such ingestion. Treatment is only one; surgery.
I suppose I need to explain that while most pet owners would have immediately taken their sickly fur covered family member to the doctor. I dismissed the notion; as nearly on a daily basis the fur ball gets into anything and everything no matter what preventative measures I take to ensure it is safe from his reach, so to speak. He has eaten so many things I just couldn't imagine that his glue incident would be any different. It would appear that while 99% of the time my reaction to him eating yet another thing he shouldn't would have been accurate, but as he continues to slowly lose weight, vomiting varies from none to all day long, his ever changing appetite I see now that I should have been more concerned and taken him to the doctor. However knowing now that the only option is an extremely costly surgery, which I can't possibly afford I am left with two very painful options watch my boy slowly die or be merciful and put him down so he is no longer suffering. Two choices with the same outcome.
A tough lesson to learn and the loss of a beloved pet; it is hard to put into words the regret, the frustration and the sheer helplessness I am feeling.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Puppy Living
It has been a week of new life for three very precocious squirmy bundles. Not quite ready to see or hear the world they are still eager to explore every inch they can, with constant vigilance from Bear they are growing fast in size, independence and curiosity.
I had no intentions of raising pups in our little trailer, but life rarely has what you want in its list of considerations when it decides to guide you down the path to the future. So here we are bumbling down the road together, I do hope I will be prepared for whatever happens next, but if not I have learned to go with it. Much of living on the road has proven that you just have to go with it.
As excited as I am to be going through this I am grateful that week one is far behind us. Mommy during that first week was no fun, I know I didn't sleep for the first Seventy-two hours; if I did manage any sleep it was done by power napping. As I mentioned before this was a complete surprise so there was no way to be prepared for anything, that included that Bear was going to have the runs. BAD! I am still cleaning up places I missed the day we left them home alone. But to be fair I knew that I probably would have to do some cleaning up, I wasn't prepared for just how much. I now have in my staple for doggie care a hefty supply of wipes, yes they are getting used, I think I've already gone through one hundred or so out of a 300 pack.
I have managed well thus far no grey hair or hair loss, so there is a plus; but I still have at least seven weeks of anything goes.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter Suprise
I have always said that when the time comes that I would be breeding my dear sweet intelligent Boo Bear. I also had plans on picking the "baby daddy" to suit the needs that I was looking for. She has so much talent for herding; which she is meant to do. I have a feeling if I find the right one that her offspring will also be very talented. Last November when she came into heat much to my disappointment I was unable to procure a breeding, I was not in a position to take on such a financial setback with no sure thing, as it being her first breeding I was unsure if she even could, so I decided to hold off a little longer.
Jump ahead a few months, oh say five or so, I started noticing some subtle differences in my girl. She seemed less playful, more grouchy, possessive, and a vacuum. Not things that are normal for her. She also started getting fat, but to be honest living in the trailer in bad weather does lead to a lack of exercise. So I kinda didn't connect the dots. Maybe I should have.
Saturday night we decided to go out for dinner and some fun, before leaving I had made sure that the dogs went out and did their thing, when she came back in I observed her panting, not too normal, I have on occasion gotten the trailer too warm, and as it was on the warmer side in the trailer I again didn't make the connection, so off to dinner we went.
Upon returning to the trailer in the wee hours of Easter morn, the not so boisterous greeting gave me pause of concern, Lestat greeted us as always, but there was no Boo Bear calling again she reluctantly popped her head around the corner, she came out promptly went back to her hiding place, at about that time the unmistakable noise that only newborns make suddenly filled the trailer; OMG suddenly overwhelmed my thoughts, then I was excited to see that my girl was able to let "mommy" instincts take charge. I lost a blanket in the process, but totally worth it. As I pulled back the folds there they were three little ones. She had taken the the blanket off the bed and made sure it was covering the heater vent, to ensure they would stay warm.
While I moved her and the little ones to a better place, my mind raced and quickly connected the dots, yes everything that had changed in her behavior now made since. There on the bed were three boys nosily sucking away, while I sat there observing the motley crew, knowing that my Boo Bear and Lestat had made this bundle of misfits she decided to give me one more this time a little girl. They are all so cute, but unfortunately she didn't give me a perfect litter; two of the pups had deformities, both bizarrely identical. Both had a right front leg that was not right, one of the boys had just a stub and the girl has a skin attachment that prevents her little leg from moving, so the the vet we must go.
It all can't be perfect all the time but despite it all I wouldn't change a thing, a lesson is a fact of life and it always teaches you when you least expect it. I'm unsure of what my lesson is, but I am glad to have healthy happy mommy and babies. Definitely not something soon forgotten.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Dog Daze
I am now prepared to begin the search for the perfect man for my Boo Bear, however it is going to much harder than I first anticipated. For starters most breeder want an exuberant amount of money up front for the stud fee, second and most troublesome is that most if not all want a head to toe exam done and have been cleared of any and all possible genetic disorders. And the worst hurdle I am coming to is that all expect that they are going to be show ring bred puppies. It is hard to explain that it is mainly for my own personal use, that I have no desire to drive around the freakin’ country to show a dog, running around in circles. Don’t they know that the Sheltie is meant to be a working dog NOT a shiny plack they hang on the wall. What’s the point if you don’t use them for what they are intended for. That is why the AKC has five classes they put the dogs into. Shelties are meant for the small rancher that needs the dog that can do it all. Be a friend, guard, and make sure that the flock is where it’s meant to be. So what’s the problem with breeders who think there is only two worlds for a dog, show or pet. I understand the need to keep the integrity of the breed, but when you are only using them for the ring, then aren’t you then no longer keeping them as they were intended to be a working companion.
Yes, I know that now a days that the need for the working dog is not so great, and yes that is why they now have fly ball, agility, Frisbee, and dock dogs. But in the world of dog breeding must they forget that there is still the working man who still needs the working dog. So then my other thought is if breeders are so damn strict with what they breed, then why are they the only ones who are doing it for the money more that the integrity of the breed. If the almighty breeder is so set on keeping the breed as pure as possible, then answer me this, why are they who complain about over populating, perpetuating the problem; five females to every male on premises, bred at least once a year, four to six puppies per litter, not to mention the numerous male collections for outside females. And that is just one breeder. Times that by fifty “reputable” breeders and that’s a lot of puppies that are not worth the effort just to put them in a show ring. Which by the way is maybe one out of the potential 20 puppies born to their clan alone? So what do they do with the other nineteen? We all know that they don’t keep them.
So I suppose you ask then why am I bothering with breeding my own when there are plenty out there for the taking. Quite simple really, I see something in my girl that I want to see if I can reproduce. She has that natural instinct to do what she (the breed) was intended for, Herding. I don’t care if I make money or get ribbons, points whatever the case may be, for my dog, all I want to do is see if what I see in her can be passed to another. That’s all I want, is to have her by my side out there in the weather, not caring that she gets muddy or wet. Just for me no one else, quite frankly I know that if I were to attempt to find what I am looking for from a breeder it would be even harder, I know what I want and I have a good idea of what I need to look for, I am fairly confident that breeders don’t really look for those traits in what they breed, if they end up with one like that you can bet they quickly discard it.
Believe it or not I have been asked if I could or would be willing to teach/train a dog to herd. Believe me I have no clue, I tell my girl barn and she does the rest. She’s working goats no less, they are a little more independent thinkers than the sheep or cow. So for her to understand how to move a herd is any mans dream dog.
I see in her the perfect specimen the family dog who loves to do a job during the day and by night wants to curl up at the foot of your bed just to be near you. Isn’t that the real aspect of a true dog, not just something you put on your wall to brag how many points and wins they got you?
Yes, I know that now a days that the need for the working dog is not so great, and yes that is why they now have fly ball, agility, Frisbee, and dock dogs. But in the world of dog breeding must they forget that there is still the working man who still needs the working dog. So then my other thought is if breeders are so damn strict with what they breed, then why are they the only ones who are doing it for the money more that the integrity of the breed. If the almighty breeder is so set on keeping the breed as pure as possible, then answer me this, why are they who complain about over populating, perpetuating the problem; five females to every male on premises, bred at least once a year, four to six puppies per litter, not to mention the numerous male collections for outside females. And that is just one breeder. Times that by fifty “reputable” breeders and that’s a lot of puppies that are not worth the effort just to put them in a show ring. Which by the way is maybe one out of the potential 20 puppies born to their clan alone? So what do they do with the other nineteen? We all know that they don’t keep them.
So I suppose you ask then why am I bothering with breeding my own when there are plenty out there for the taking. Quite simple really, I see something in my girl that I want to see if I can reproduce. She has that natural instinct to do what she (the breed) was intended for, Herding. I don’t care if I make money or get ribbons, points whatever the case may be, for my dog, all I want to do is see if what I see in her can be passed to another. That’s all I want, is to have her by my side out there in the weather, not caring that she gets muddy or wet. Just for me no one else, quite frankly I know that if I were to attempt to find what I am looking for from a breeder it would be even harder, I know what I want and I have a good idea of what I need to look for, I am fairly confident that breeders don’t really look for those traits in what they breed, if they end up with one like that you can bet they quickly discard it.
Believe it or not I have been asked if I could or would be willing to teach/train a dog to herd. Believe me I have no clue, I tell my girl barn and she does the rest. She’s working goats no less, they are a little more independent thinkers than the sheep or cow. So for her to understand how to move a herd is any mans dream dog.
I see in her the perfect specimen the family dog who loves to do a job during the day and by night wants to curl up at the foot of your bed just to be near you. Isn’t that the real aspect of a true dog, not just something you put on your wall to brag how many points and wins they got you?
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Oct. 6
I should be writing about all my exciting travel tales; or at the very least finish the ones I’ve started, but today all I can think about is the inevitable. That at some point in our live we MUST experience that loss of a very close and dear member of the family, up until now I have been able to file it away and know that in the future that it would creep back into my thoughts one day, but not in the immediate future. It seems forever ago that my grandma suffered her stroke; reality is that it has only been a year minus a month. How can it be that one day you’re laughing and talking, enjoying life and the next is totally dependent on your daughter to do everything?
Grandma has had so many little slips down the road to the next chapter in her life. When that might be is only up to her and God. Today is yet another example that the finish line is coming into view. It wasn’t a major slip, not much has changed with her, but now she must take yet another pill until the end.
I wonder is this part of the big plan that we as a family have to watch and experience all of these things to bring together this fractured family. What is the big picture? I wonder?
Grandma has had so many little slips down the road to the next chapter in her life. When that might be is only up to her and God. Today is yet another example that the finish line is coming into view. It wasn’t a major slip, not much has changed with her, but now she must take yet another pill until the end.
I wonder is this part of the big plan that we as a family have to watch and experience all of these things to bring together this fractured family. What is the big picture? I wonder?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Just Another Day
What can I say other than I am still surprised by the way this company he works for gives us notice where we are going and how long we are planning to be there. So far all I know is we are headed south to Arizona and that we have a day to get there. He has to be at work Monday night. It is going to be a long night and a very long day tomorrow. I have about 2 hours of prep to get us ready to pull out. I also will have very little help from the other half as he will say I just worked and it’s your responsibility. So I hope I can do this quickly. I managed to get almost everything ready; all that’s left is to unhook water, power and sewer. After that all that’s left is to hook up to “Betsy” and take off. Monte said that he wanted an early start so that we weren’t getting there in the dark, but as usual he is sleeping and I am forcing myself to stay awake long enough to get the last little push to get us on the road. However I am in dire need of a nap until he is ready. When that may be is anyone’s guess. I am afraid that if I lay down now I won’t want to get up.
I am glad that I decided that it would be smart to top off the tank before we hooked up; while I was there I washed the windows and checked the wiper fluid and oil levels. Both were nonexistent. A gallon of wiper fluid and a quart of oil later, I hope that it will protect us from the engine monster that loves to eat poor “Betsy’s” heart.
I managed a small nap before we headed south, upon waking we made quick work of packing what little remained and we were off in under an hour. Good for us it normally takes much longer, we are not much of a team when someone gets in a hurry instead of taking a little extra time to ensure that everything is done properly. Oh well, can’t win them all I’m afraid. We got no more than a quarter mile before our first pit stop. The man wanted food and drink to get things rolling, I had no objections. Back on the road we chatted for a while before the sandman started screaming for me to take a nap, climbing into the back I curled up with my blanket and pillow and fell fast asleep. Three hours later I awoke to the man cursing and the thick smell of the summer grass fires we had been driving through. Trying desperately not to get up I summoned the sandman once more, he didn’t come, so reluctantly I made myself get up.
Checking my surrounding I was a bit surprised that we were nearly out of the state, pleased we had gotten that far and it still was early in the day, optimism of the promise of an uneventful trip was within site.
Many more miles pass we have crossed the Utah/Nevada state line everything looks the same mountain desert with a few palm trees and a very strange looking cactus. Up some hills and down then through a mountain pass, they looked cool, as usual I left the camera in the trailer so my mind that was looking at everything that would make a great picture was telling me wish you had the camera don’t you, you moron.
I finally made him pull over so I could change out of my sweats; while sweats are comfortable to travel in they were too hot to wear traveling through southern Nevada. As Las Vegas came into view we were excited that we’d actually get to see something other than the desert. The strip was getting closer and closer Monte was so excited to see the Luxor Hotel while I was just a bit disappointed that the TV shows and movies had glammed it up so much that the appeal was a little less, all I could thing was wow this looks a lot like Reno just bigger. The closest we got to the strip was the very, very east end as we passed by on the highway. Just a little reminder those people in Vegas are crazy idiot drivers, slow down, speed up and never mind that we were towing they even had the nerve to cut us off within feet. Not more than a mile out of Vegas Monte tells me we need gas “I hope there is a gas station soon.” He says, as we head up another hill and Betsy is guzzling the fuel with each passing mile. The road eventually levels out and we see a town closing in and a gas station; relief, thank God we won’t run out of fuel, while we refueled both of us were drooling over all the boats passing us by on the way to the lake. Man I sure do wish we had a boat to enjoy the water. Okay one that at least runs.
Heading out of Boulder City, Lake Mead was in site, I was so happy to see a body of water, even though we were near Utah Lake I never saw it, anyway, we could see all the boats buzzing across the water leaving a white tail behind them. Almost instantly we hit a wall of slow moving traffic, great road construction just what we need to ruin the perfect trip, twenty-five miles an hour was our top speed, I don’t know how it happens but it seems like the last few trips the last 80 miles or so end up to be the worst. But there we were moving at a snail’s pace, down the road we go deeper and deeper into the valley where we would soon cross the Hoover dam. What should have taken ten minutes to descend down the mountain to the check point before the dam took almost forty-five minutes, there’s nothing like getting searched, that was the fasted search ever, less than 5 minutes.
By this point Monte had pointed out that we had no trailer breaks, whatever braking we would be doing would be done just by “Betsy”. Don’t fail us now baby girl was all I could think about as we headed down, riding the brakes the whole way. To help distract myself from what I was sure was going to end this trek I busied myself by taking pictures of whatever I could cars, road work, helicopters, rocks I didn’t care I just wanted to keep my brain from thinking. Finally what seemed to be hours we made it, Hoover Dam I could not believe the amount of people flocking to check out the dam there must have been close to a hundred cars parked alongside the road, not including all those parked in the parking provided for visitors. It was hard to enjoy the magnificent structure with all the people and traffic forcing us to keep moving, I hope we have the time to stop and enjoy it on the way back home.
Just as quick as our descent was are accent, twisting and turning there was a little more speed on the way out but not much. For the next twenty miles it was all construction an absolutely no passing, needless to say “Betsy” not working at full capacity sure didn’t help any, four grand up those hills, oil pressure way up, and her temperature reading well above 210 Degrees, she was definitely telling us something’s wrong. Sixty miles left she was finally allowed a little breather and her temperature came back down, but just as quick it went back up as yet another ever so gently climbing road was in our path. These words kept running through my head “c’mon girl you can do it, it’s just a little farther.”
By now the GPS is no longer working and unless there was a sign we had no idea how much further we had to go, we did know that it had better be soon or poor “Betsy” was going to crap out on us. Finally Kingman came into view, we decided that the first RV park we came to we would check out, as it happened the first exit had one and just off the main road, we pulled in, the office was closed for lunch, we were just about to leave when a kind handyman pulled up in his golf cart, you see a lot of those around here, he asked if he could help, we told him that we were looking for a place for a week or two, he said he would go get the office gal for us, he did and while we waited for her to return Monte called his job supervisor, so we could get a better gauge on how long we needed to stay. Getting his answering machine, we left him a message informing him where we were planning on staying. We decided that this was as good as any so we promptly paid for the week, and told the lady we would let her know just as soon as we know how long were planning on staying. No problem she said, and told us if we were staying for two weeks she would give us the monthly rate as it would be cheaper than paying for another week. We parked the trailer, unhitched, connected power and hoses, feeling settled in we decided to take a drive to acquaint ourselves with the town, but before we left we noticed that there was a nice little spattering of oil coming from under “Betsy” that went half way up the trailer. So instead we headed for the first place we could find to hopefully fix her bleed. We found a shop that would do it they just wanted to wait until the next day as it was almost the end of the day and she was too hot to work on. Okay we say, an hour of time wasted the next day would be no big deal. Besides whatever was making her bleed would be fixed. She was no longer gently dripping she was now spurting out her vital blood; we at least made sure that we put another quart in her until we could get her in to get fixed. And with that our minds were at ease and went to go find dinner, the trailer had turned into a hot house, we in no way wanted to start cooking in there, let alone get out the bar-b-q and cook in 100 degree weather. We had dinner and came back to the slightly cooler trailer, I felt bad making the dogs stay in the trailer but it would have been a death sentence for them if we left them in the car. Finally we could rest and know that even though we were only there a short while everything would get taken care of and we wouldn’t have another problem.
I am glad that I decided that it would be smart to top off the tank before we hooked up; while I was there I washed the windows and checked the wiper fluid and oil levels. Both were nonexistent. A gallon of wiper fluid and a quart of oil later, I hope that it will protect us from the engine monster that loves to eat poor “Betsy’s” heart.
I managed a small nap before we headed south, upon waking we made quick work of packing what little remained and we were off in under an hour. Good for us it normally takes much longer, we are not much of a team when someone gets in a hurry instead of taking a little extra time to ensure that everything is done properly. Oh well, can’t win them all I’m afraid. We got no more than a quarter mile before our first pit stop. The man wanted food and drink to get things rolling, I had no objections. Back on the road we chatted for a while before the sandman started screaming for me to take a nap, climbing into the back I curled up with my blanket and pillow and fell fast asleep. Three hours later I awoke to the man cursing and the thick smell of the summer grass fires we had been driving through. Trying desperately not to get up I summoned the sandman once more, he didn’t come, so reluctantly I made myself get up.
Checking my surrounding I was a bit surprised that we were nearly out of the state, pleased we had gotten that far and it still was early in the day, optimism of the promise of an uneventful trip was within site.
Many more miles pass we have crossed the Utah/Nevada state line everything looks the same mountain desert with a few palm trees and a very strange looking cactus. Up some hills and down then through a mountain pass, they looked cool, as usual I left the camera in the trailer so my mind that was looking at everything that would make a great picture was telling me wish you had the camera don’t you, you moron.
I finally made him pull over so I could change out of my sweats; while sweats are comfortable to travel in they were too hot to wear traveling through southern Nevada. As Las Vegas came into view we were excited that we’d actually get to see something other than the desert. The strip was getting closer and closer Monte was so excited to see the Luxor Hotel while I was just a bit disappointed that the TV shows and movies had glammed it up so much that the appeal was a little less, all I could thing was wow this looks a lot like Reno just bigger. The closest we got to the strip was the very, very east end as we passed by on the highway. Just a little reminder those people in Vegas are crazy idiot drivers, slow down, speed up and never mind that we were towing they even had the nerve to cut us off within feet. Not more than a mile out of Vegas Monte tells me we need gas “I hope there is a gas station soon.” He says, as we head up another hill and Betsy is guzzling the fuel with each passing mile. The road eventually levels out and we see a town closing in and a gas station; relief, thank God we won’t run out of fuel, while we refueled both of us were drooling over all the boats passing us by on the way to the lake. Man I sure do wish we had a boat to enjoy the water. Okay one that at least runs.
Heading out of Boulder City, Lake Mead was in site, I was so happy to see a body of water, even though we were near Utah Lake I never saw it, anyway, we could see all the boats buzzing across the water leaving a white tail behind them. Almost instantly we hit a wall of slow moving traffic, great road construction just what we need to ruin the perfect trip, twenty-five miles an hour was our top speed, I don’t know how it happens but it seems like the last few trips the last 80 miles or so end up to be the worst. But there we were moving at a snail’s pace, down the road we go deeper and deeper into the valley where we would soon cross the Hoover dam. What should have taken ten minutes to descend down the mountain to the check point before the dam took almost forty-five minutes, there’s nothing like getting searched, that was the fasted search ever, less than 5 minutes.
By this point Monte had pointed out that we had no trailer breaks, whatever braking we would be doing would be done just by “Betsy”. Don’t fail us now baby girl was all I could think about as we headed down, riding the brakes the whole way. To help distract myself from what I was sure was going to end this trek I busied myself by taking pictures of whatever I could cars, road work, helicopters, rocks I didn’t care I just wanted to keep my brain from thinking. Finally what seemed to be hours we made it, Hoover Dam I could not believe the amount of people flocking to check out the dam there must have been close to a hundred cars parked alongside the road, not including all those parked in the parking provided for visitors. It was hard to enjoy the magnificent structure with all the people and traffic forcing us to keep moving, I hope we have the time to stop and enjoy it on the way back home.
Just as quick as our descent was are accent, twisting and turning there was a little more speed on the way out but not much. For the next twenty miles it was all construction an absolutely no passing, needless to say “Betsy” not working at full capacity sure didn’t help any, four grand up those hills, oil pressure way up, and her temperature reading well above 210 Degrees, she was definitely telling us something’s wrong. Sixty miles left she was finally allowed a little breather and her temperature came back down, but just as quick it went back up as yet another ever so gently climbing road was in our path. These words kept running through my head “c’mon girl you can do it, it’s just a little farther.”
By now the GPS is no longer working and unless there was a sign we had no idea how much further we had to go, we did know that it had better be soon or poor “Betsy” was going to crap out on us. Finally Kingman came into view, we decided that the first RV park we came to we would check out, as it happened the first exit had one and just off the main road, we pulled in, the office was closed for lunch, we were just about to leave when a kind handyman pulled up in his golf cart, you see a lot of those around here, he asked if he could help, we told him that we were looking for a place for a week or two, he said he would go get the office gal for us, he did and while we waited for her to return Monte called his job supervisor, so we could get a better gauge on how long we needed to stay. Getting his answering machine, we left him a message informing him where we were planning on staying. We decided that this was as good as any so we promptly paid for the week, and told the lady we would let her know just as soon as we know how long were planning on staying. No problem she said, and told us if we were staying for two weeks she would give us the monthly rate as it would be cheaper than paying for another week. We parked the trailer, unhitched, connected power and hoses, feeling settled in we decided to take a drive to acquaint ourselves with the town, but before we left we noticed that there was a nice little spattering of oil coming from under “Betsy” that went half way up the trailer. So instead we headed for the first place we could find to hopefully fix her bleed. We found a shop that would do it they just wanted to wait until the next day as it was almost the end of the day and she was too hot to work on. Okay we say, an hour of time wasted the next day would be no big deal. Besides whatever was making her bleed would be fixed. She was no longer gently dripping she was now spurting out her vital blood; we at least made sure that we put another quart in her until we could get her in to get fixed. And with that our minds were at ease and went to go find dinner, the trailer had turned into a hot house, we in no way wanted to start cooking in there, let alone get out the bar-b-q and cook in 100 degree weather. We had dinner and came back to the slightly cooler trailer, I felt bad making the dogs stay in the trailer but it would have been a death sentence for them if we left them in the car. Finally we could rest and know that even though we were only there a short while everything would get taken care of and we wouldn’t have another problem.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Dog Drama
Sitting here writing this, I am finding it hard to pinpoint the right word to adequately express the past days’ event. This was not directed towards me per say, but being a dog owner I must conclude that at any given time this could happen to me. I witnessed something that is both angering and laughable.
Living in an RV park there are always set guidelines that a guest of the park must adhere to especially if you are a dog owner. Knowing these rules are critical especially when you meet up with an individual who is so apparently loathing towards those who are responsible for those furry four-legged travel companions, who makes it quite clear that they do not and will not tolerate any outburst, or even the site of those lovable creatures.
Case in point; As I sat chatting with a fellow dog owner, his precocious little mini weenie set off to seek out his buddy down the way while his housemate sat despairingly longing to be reunited, making herself known that she was displeased with the other at leaving her alone. As the owner make his way to fetch his runaway the other sounded off. While waiting with the now vocal pup I noticed that we had an audience, I did my best to quiet the girl while still keeping hold of my Boo Bear, this Cruella Deville type stood there seething with hatred, I could see her gears spinning at how best she could manipulate the situation to best suit her. She stood there watching the owner, just as he made his way back to his trailer and the now quiet Cocker Spaniel I had managed to pacify, she quickly and purposefully made her way to the main office with a bag of trash as to not alert anyone that might be watching of her true intentions.
Upon his return we resumed the conversation, thinking nothing of it at the time I hadn’t mentioned that this woman was hawk-eyed glued to his dogs and his apparent lack of control, to her at least. Minutes pass and then out of nowhere here is this irate woman. Spouting off how pissed off she was and how dare he allow his dogs to bark, “I’ve been sitting here watching and your dogs have been barking for the past ten minutes continually, I am getting a tape recorder and prove it to you that it’s your dogs.”
Fine you do that he says, that apparently only aggravated the crazy lady. For now she was posturing aggressively and began to move forward in an attempt to possibly entice the man into a fight.
It’s kind of crazy how much a person’s actions mimic that of an animal if you see the whole picture. In response to this posturing, the man just stood his ground not giving her the satisfaction that she was wanting.
Several minutes pass as the woman refusing to take the hint that this was getting her absolutely nowhere; she finally got the hint and made her way back across the road to her trailer, then promptly climbed into her truck and sped off.
He proceeds to tell me that she HATES dogs and wishes she were home on her cattle ranch. This tidbit of information he had learned in a prior conversation before she decided to make enemies with him.
My thought is that there are several RV parks in the area that do not allow dogs, so if you do not like the why are you staying in a park that allows them, or at the very least why didn’t she request to be placed in an area that had no dogs?
It also begs the question what gives you the right to feel that you are far superior to those whom are dog owners?
My big conundrum with all this is if she went to management and complained to them about this, then why was it necessary to confront the man instead of allowing management talk to him and resolve the issue.
I may never know, but one thing is for sure I have my bases covered, hopefully I won’t need to defend myself.
Living in an RV park there are always set guidelines that a guest of the park must adhere to especially if you are a dog owner. Knowing these rules are critical especially when you meet up with an individual who is so apparently loathing towards those who are responsible for those furry four-legged travel companions, who makes it quite clear that they do not and will not tolerate any outburst, or even the site of those lovable creatures.
Case in point; As I sat chatting with a fellow dog owner, his precocious little mini weenie set off to seek out his buddy down the way while his housemate sat despairingly longing to be reunited, making herself known that she was displeased with the other at leaving her alone. As the owner make his way to fetch his runaway the other sounded off. While waiting with the now vocal pup I noticed that we had an audience, I did my best to quiet the girl while still keeping hold of my Boo Bear, this Cruella Deville type stood there seething with hatred, I could see her gears spinning at how best she could manipulate the situation to best suit her. She stood there watching the owner, just as he made his way back to his trailer and the now quiet Cocker Spaniel I had managed to pacify, she quickly and purposefully made her way to the main office with a bag of trash as to not alert anyone that might be watching of her true intentions.
Upon his return we resumed the conversation, thinking nothing of it at the time I hadn’t mentioned that this woman was hawk-eyed glued to his dogs and his apparent lack of control, to her at least. Minutes pass and then out of nowhere here is this irate woman. Spouting off how pissed off she was and how dare he allow his dogs to bark, “I’ve been sitting here watching and your dogs have been barking for the past ten minutes continually, I am getting a tape recorder and prove it to you that it’s your dogs.”
Fine you do that he says, that apparently only aggravated the crazy lady. For now she was posturing aggressively and began to move forward in an attempt to possibly entice the man into a fight.
It’s kind of crazy how much a person’s actions mimic that of an animal if you see the whole picture. In response to this posturing, the man just stood his ground not giving her the satisfaction that she was wanting.
Several minutes pass as the woman refusing to take the hint that this was getting her absolutely nowhere; she finally got the hint and made her way back across the road to her trailer, then promptly climbed into her truck and sped off.
He proceeds to tell me that she HATES dogs and wishes she were home on her cattle ranch. This tidbit of information he had learned in a prior conversation before she decided to make enemies with him.
My thought is that there are several RV parks in the area that do not allow dogs, so if you do not like the why are you staying in a park that allows them, or at the very least why didn’t she request to be placed in an area that had no dogs?
It also begs the question what gives you the right to feel that you are far superior to those whom are dog owners?
My big conundrum with all this is if she went to management and complained to them about this, then why was it necessary to confront the man instead of allowing management talk to him and resolve the issue.
I may never know, but one thing is for sure I have my bases covered, hopefully I won’t need to defend myself.
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