Been a little quiet lately, I know. <\/p>\n
Partly this is to do with the protracted deathwatch for Robbie. He’s 14 and hasn’t been in good health for a long time. His “doggie Alzheimers” gives him anxiety attacks that increasingly override his pharmacopia of meds. He’s got bad legs that look like they shouldn’t hold him up (but somehow do). Now add a hacking cough of mystery origin. But he’s still happy, hungry, and eager to go for walks. Never mind that he spends more time sniffing and peeing than actually walking. <\/p>\n
So hard to know what to do or when to do it. Meantime, I’m giving him plenty of extra attention and I’m grateful for furrydoc, from whose clinic I adopted him in 2002. She has lovingly cared for him since he was a cocky young bully and will soon come to the house to give a now-sweet old dog a peaceful farewell.<\/p>\n
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I’ve also been working on the “Mo Inspiration”<\/a> table, which is benefiting from paints and other goodies MamaLiberty sent. Expect to have pix of the finished piece later this week.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n In spare moments I’m reading Jackie Clay’s Autumn of the Loons<\/i><\/a>, second in her series of westerns featuring Jess Hazzard. <\/p>\n Autumn<\/i> is a better, more confident novel than Summer of the Eagles<\/i><\/a>. In this volume, Jess returns from a hunting trip to find his beloved wife Julie raped and beaten and their four-year-old son Keith kidnapped. Jess heads out on a relentless pursuit of a villain who has suddenly emerged from Julie’s past.<\/p>\n If you recall Jess’ character from the first book, you’ll know the meaning of “relentless.”<\/p>\n Well done, Jackie. And more to come.<\/p>\n The above book links are Amazon Associates links. You may instead prefer to buy directly from the publisher<\/a>.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n Speaking of Amazon Associates links, July Amazon sales have been pathetic!<\/i> About 1\/4 of a typical month. Yikes! May kinda sucked, too. Can’t complain too much, though, as June was above-average. But really, if you need stuff from Amazon and you’re going to buy it anyhow, might as well enter here<\/a>. Thanks!<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n Update on my efforts to destroy the Evil Wasp Civilization. As a couple of people suggested, I was attempting some live-and-let live with the stragglers who survived my first attempt to obliterate the wasps’ nest on the front of my house.<\/p>\n Then Saturday when I was just passing by on the way to walk the dogs, one of the rogues dive-bombed me. Got me on the hand and the chin. That night I donned my spacesuit<\/a> and hit them again with wasp killer. Sunday afternoon I was able to knock the main part of the nest off the wall with a long pole. A few hardy holdouts were still inside. Tough little critters.<\/p>\n Ironically, the only stings from this adventure were the ones I got while minding my own business. While I was in the act of attempting to wipe out the wasps and all their works, they were utterly uninterested in my existence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Been a little quiet lately, I know. Partly this is to do with the protracted deathwatch for Robbie. He’s 14 and hasn’t been in good health for a long time. His “doggie Alzheimers” gives him anxiety attacks that increasingly override his pharmacopia of meds. He’s got bad legs that look like they shouldn’t hold him up (but somehow do). Now add a hacking cough of mystery origin. But he’s still happy, hungry, and eager to go for walks. Never mind that he spends more time sniffing and peeing than actually walking. So hard to know what to do or when…<\/p>\n