I’m working on a blogosaurus post, which I hope to have within the next few days. Meanwhile, here’s some randomness for you.
But first (and absolutely foremost), many thanks. Your generosity and support have been mind boggling. After the first red-hot week the roof-raising bleg looked as if it was going to stall out.
But nope. Old friends and new have just kept the funds coming. Robbie, Ava, and Kitsu the cat will all thank you for the dryness this winter. And you darned betcha, so will I.
Now, on to randomness, trivia, and the collection and dispersal of linkage …
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The wisdom of the Commentariat strikes again. In this week’s Traits of the Successful Poor post, people suggested that gratitude was another essential.
Indeed it seems to be, in more ways than one. Gratitude, it seems, not only helps you be gladder for what you have (however little it may be). But it can actually curb impulse spending that might make your poorer than you are.
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Yes, children really are less free (and more infantilized) than their parents were.
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But grandmas? Now, they’re getting more free. And learning to shoot. (H/T ML)
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And (no doubt young and overly “educated”) feminists are just getting stranger.
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Maykits dropped this dog drama video link in comments and it needs to be brought forward. Watch this Rottie save a smaller dog buddy from a hungry coyote.
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I’ve seen Ava chase coyotes like that. Darned near managed to bite one in the butt once. But she wouldn’t do it to save a small dog — unless she thought the varmint was taking her snack. Ava considers all small animals to be prey.
Yesterday evening we were taking an on-leash walk when we encountered a cat resting comfortably in grass next to the alley where we strolled. Knowing Ava’s proclivities, I try to watch for loose animals, but both dogs spotted this one before I did. We were less than 10 feet from it and even Robbie (whose cat-chasing days ended years ago) alerted. Both dogs froze at the end of their leashes, straining towards the kitty but not making a move.
I braced for Ava’s lunge. She’s normally very obedient, but in these circumstances she will ultimately go for it. Usually just at the moment that I say, “Sit!” or “No!” or “Let’s go, Ava.”
This cat, however, wasn’t daunted. This was the Dirty Harry of cats. Far from being apprehensive, it had a look that said, “Go ahead. Make my day.”
Sure enough, when Ava finally lunged (not getting far, thanks to my belated readiness plus a prong collar that’s an excellent self-limiter), the cat, instead of fleeing, arched itself into a parody of a Halloween cat and came stalking toward her.
At that, both dogs willingly heeded my suggestion that we depart the vicinity. But the cat wasn’t having that, either. Still bristling, it herded us along until we were well out of its territory.
It was funny afterwards, but a little scary just then.
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And speaking of animals with dangerous attitudes, Travis H., who drew the very ratty rat that appears inside our anti-snitch book Rats! just got his first paying cartoon gig.
Werepugs! is a collaboration with his wife and appears in a City Pages alternative weekly. (Click on the B&W pugs near the bottom of the cartoon selections.)
Ha! And you thought your dog smelled like carrion because he rolled in something? Think again.
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Finally, I’m happy to report that Robbie is doing a lot better. He’s been on antibiotics for a week and melatonin for five days and his nighttime panics have mercifully subsided.
Two nights out of the last three have been almost normal. He does get up at some point and ask for reassurance, but after that he settles peacefully.
Whew. Whew for his sake. Whew for mine (I was starting to hallucinate from sleep deprivation there for a while). And thank you for caring.
I still don’t know what caused the panics or which med has been most responsible for ending them. But Karen’s information that UTIs can cause dementia-type symptoms in elderly humans seems to hold a big clue. Not enough is known about dementia symptoms in dogs to say for sure. But my old baby boy is better, thank the Commentariat and furrydoc.

I have a cat that behaved in a similar fashion to the one your dogs met. His greatest adventure was the day he got cornered and fought three dogs to a standstill. Got there in time to save him, but he took weeks to recover and is kept inside now.
I have an older dog that gets restless and barky at 2:30am. Thought it was some old dog issue, then I realized she was reacting to drunks stumbling home from the bar through our alley. Bars close at 2am.
Don’t all grandmothers know how to shoot? Both of mine did.
I think that you found a Threeper cat. 😉
LOL! Would that make me and my dogs evil representatives of a tyrannical government?
(Um, well, from the cat’s POV … yeah, I suppose.)
If we run into that cat again I’m gonna call it “The Dutchman.”
Thanks for sharing the Werepugs! comic strip Claire!!!
It was weird fun, Travis. I hope to see more from you and Nikki!
Not long ago I was reading about the 90 yr old woman who was expressing her displeasure at the construction next door (she was the last hold out on selling the land she’s lived on forever.) Sat on her porch with her shotgun, aiming it the workers making to much noise, now and then. And at one point, had SWAT at bay for 4 hours, too. Not sure where I saw it, included video, but I’ll see if I can find the link again.
She was awesome, LOL.
Ah, Google is good for something (sometimes) – http://www.click2houston.com/news/elderly-woman-with-shotgun-surrenders-after-hourlong-swat-standoff/27248406
I’ve seen more stories like the feminist one lately. I think the victimistas are starting to eat their own.
“You aren’t oppressed enough to join my club.” Eewwww!
I have a 90 lb. chocolab that can also get to excited by outside influences on leash walks. We call her prong collar her “good girl bling”
LOL, jw. I’ll so have to steal that. Ava’s just the kind of sassy-flashy girl who’d wear “bling.” And “good girl bling” is exactly it.
I used to think only cruel, eeeeeevil, barbaric people put prong collars on their dogs. But until she activates it herself by doing something … Ava-ish … it just sits there and looks like a lot of shiny stuff.
“The Dutchman.”
I was thinking “Cathy Jackson.” YMMV
Claire, we started when my good girl dragged me for 100′ down a wet, grassy hillside, on my back, to get to all the other dogs at Bark in the Park. Everyone but me got a real good laugh out of it, my dog got her good girl bling from a vendor at the bottom of the hill about 2 minutes later.
jw — Ohyeah. I believe I’d find that distinctly Not Funny. I was thinking about your good girl since your original mention. Ava is 42 pounds and can still yank me off my feet with her sudden moves. Ninety pounds? Whoof!