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Month: January 2019

Dog-rescue videos (or what I did online once I was well enough to surf the ‘Net but still not strong enough to stomach the news)

I promised dog-rescue videos. Here are dog-rescue videos. Mostly these are beyond the more ususal “rescue group gets word of an abandoned pup” stories. These are dogs snatched from the jaws of death. A drowning girl is pulled from a well where she’s probably been trapped and swimming for hours. The expression on her face is unforgettable. AWESOME men risk their own safety to save a dog who’s been valiantly trying, but failing, to save itself. Man gives CPR to a puppy that’s effectively dead. (And I’m guessing this tiny baby was thrown to its fate by some some cruel…


About that book contest ….

The survival/prep/adventure book contest closed January 10, with many wonderful entries coming in. I had hoped to announce a winner on Monday the 14th, but got derailed by a slight case of the plague. Much better now. I’ll be reviewing the entries in the next few days and try again next Monday for the announcement. I was also trying to acknowledge all entries as they came in, but I failed with the last three or four (things started going south just before the contest’s end, and I wonder now if I was already feeling the plague precursor a few days…

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The good news and the bad news

(I’ll let you decide which is which.) Although I have not yet been officially declared brain dead, I’m sure there’s panel being convened somewhere to discuss the issue. However, it appears that physically I still survive. —– I’ve thought for a long time now that getting old was a pretty cool thing. I’ve enjoyed the anonymity and the not giving a flying eff aspect of it. Not having to answer to anybody. Not being inspected for my sexual value as I walk down the street. Dressing as I please. Not much caring what others think. Hearing that the world is…


Still sick, but getting by with the usual help from my friends

I was snoozed out this morning about 10:00 when Ava started barking. I was too out of it to investigate, and in any case she didn’t seem particularly alarmed. I drifted back under. There must have been a knock on the door, but I missed it. Next thing I knew a little voice called from discreetly outside my bedroom: “Claire? Claire? It’s J. Are you alright?” Neighbor J and her daughter had read yesterday’s blog post, in which I said I was thinking about asking her to check in if I wasn’t feeling better today. And there they were. Her…


Feeling feeble

I apologize for the lack of blogging. I came down sick Friday night and despite attacking this pestilence with everything in the self-care arsenal, I’m absolutely flattened. Ava got only one short walk yesterday and is getting none today, which is nearly unheard of. I can’t sleep at night and can’t stay awake during the day. Everything aches. I haven’t got a shred of an appetite and never even finished my morning tea. I think this is just what my mother would have called a chest cold (aka bronchitis), but the cough is the least of it. My lack of…


Friday links

  • Five things to do to counter the culture wars against boys and men.
  • Nine-year-old girl wants to do mother’s helper work in her neighborhood. Multiple neighbors call the cops, making no effort to check whether the kid is really being marketed as a slave laborer. Jerks. (H/T MtK)
  • Border Patrol agent thought he was improving the world by killing prostitutes. (Never seems to occur to “do-gooders” that they might be the problem.) 7 Comments
  • Running a bit behind

    Sorry for lite posting. It’s been a busy couple of days. I shall return soon with more substantial content. In the meantime have some Irish Wolfhounds. Which, come to think of it, constitute pretty substantial content, all by themselves.


    Good news for Ava

    This picture is almost seven years old. Ava’s a whole lot whiter around the muzzle now. But she’s been so puppylike lately, and today’s news was so hopeful, I thought it worked. Furrydoc got the kidney-function test results back ahead of schedule. I mentioned already that while the initial blood panel indicated 20-35% function remaining, a urine test (with no protein leaking into Ava’s pee, nearly normal specific gravity, and no sign of chronic infection) looked more hopeful. And so it was. This more sophisticated and specific test says Ava’s still got maybe 70-75% kidney function, putting her in stage…