Cowboy here. Sar seems to forget that I can read the blog even when I'm out of the country. I'll be home next week so I'll catch up on all her mischief then.
I see the blog hasn't updated lately but I'll tell you what I know.
I call everyday, sometimes 2 or more times. Don't mind telling you I miss the imp. Nighttime is hard but being unable to look at her or touch her is damn hard too. Yeah I miss her teasing, cooking and more I won't discuss.
I asked if she was behaving. The imp declared that she's always been a saint. Uh huh. Sar spent some time out at David's house on the island - he's away at the moment. Brought all the dogs and cats plus the dog that was being fostered. She hosted a "sweet" lunch for lady friends. That means a lot of dessert and I don't know what else. From past experience I know they got into mischief but what actually happened I won't know until I get home. With a bit of luck, David's house is still standing. Hopefully it hasn't been painted pink. Sar's lady friends are prone to leaving man-sized lingerie for him hanging in full view plus other embarrassing items. Sar assures me that's to let him know everyone thinks of him while he's off doing "marine" things.
I think a swat is in order for that remark alone.
When I called a couple weeks back, the conversation started off with "I may as well tell you--" which means something occurred that I'm going to learn about regardless. I shook my head but asked what it was.
Unbelievably, Sar went to the doc without me dragging her there. That's momentous in itself. Apparently she's been getting occasional shooting pains down her leg. I was assured that it's not every day, just once in a while. A bit of discussion later I discover it mostly happens when she's gone to sleep. The doc says maybe sciatica. A body scan was inconclusive - no apparent disc problem so physical therapy is in order to alleviate the discomfort.
Yesterday's phone call - a bit of prompting on my part revealed that the imp has yet to see a physical therapist. Why not? I wanted to know. She's feeling better. Sitting, standing and walking are pain free.
Uh huh. I'll take care of that when I get home.
In the meantime the imp has prepared a bunch of my favorite meals and desserts, frozen until I'm home. She says I'm in for a few surprises. Would appreciate a prayer sent my way that none of those surprises bark, meow, fly, swim or are on the endangered species list.
Sar tells me the Siberian Husky has been adopted by a family with youngsters. According to the rules of adoption, they have a fenced yard, a vet lined up for checkups and the dog will live in the house. The family will attend obedience classes so they can learn the correct commands and continue the socialization of the animal. All in all, a good home. I'm damn proud of my imp. Sar's placed a lot of dogs over the years. The Husky and family will be back to visit us at our annual 4th of July picnic. All the dogs in the area that we've fostered that Sar trained/placed in new homes come for a reunion that weekend. Watching them rush to greet her, to be next to the woman who rescued them - a good day for animal rescue.
I'll be home in a few days.
Cowboy
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Rants & Raves
Rant: Cowboy is still away. He made it back to DC, then down to North Carolina. Just when I was expecting him home, he was called back to DC and they sent him back to Europe!
... that's what he said, anyway...
Rave: I ordered half a cow and the pups and I have been eating STEAK!
Rave: We've had lunch at every fast food place within a 50-mile radius.
Rant: I visit a particular chat room regularly; friends are there that I've known for upteen years. We're old pals. Recently... one lady referred to her husband as Captain Jerk. I was startled. Err... and I said so.
Another lady said "Isn't that the same as calling Cowboy a giant squid?"
Uh... no. A squid/swabbie is a sailor. Cowboy is a sailor; that's not an insult. And he's 6 feet 5 inches tall. Ergo, he's a giant squid.
I know this woman loves her husband but I don't understand referring to one's beloved as a jerk. Do you? If you do, would you enlighten me?
Rant: Got a few emails asking why I don't update the blog more often. Hmmm... lemme see..... Time? Life?
Rant: Did I mention Cowboy is still away?
Rave: The pups and I are at David's house in the San Juans. I took all four of them with me plus the Husky plus the two cats. The cats have renewed their acquaintance with David's giant tortoise. They ride on her shell and she seems to like their company.
I worked in his yard today, planting a few things that can thrive in salty air. Tortoise followed us everywhere in the yard. Of course, by the time she got to where we were, we had moved on to another spot. I gave her some Twinkies. Tortoises are not very cuddly, however.
Rave: I went to the doc by myself before we came out here to the beach. Also saw a vampire. Just want to announce that neither of them requested an immediate transfer after my appointment.
... I must be losing my touch.
Rant: Getting the occasional shooting pain down my leg. Doc says he wants to test me for sciatica. I stopped running and jogging and am just doing bionic walking. If that doesn't ease the pain, I'll think about physical therapy. And the therapist better be cute!
Rave: Sidney, the Siberian Husky passed his obedience trials! He passed on voice commands and on hand signals! I am so-o-o proud of that feisty pup! He handles well and is eager to please. I've conditioned him to remain calm while his ears are checked, teeth brushed, nails filed. And he's ticklish which is really funny. Right now the pup is enjoying the beach with the rest of the menagerie. I have two good families in line waiting to see him and take him home. One has young children, the other has pre-teens. It will be a hard choice.
Rant: Cowboy is still away. His birthday is first week of June. I plan to bake a peach cake, a giant peach cobbler, peach drop cookies and make peach ice cream. I've invited some folks over and if he doesn't show up in time, we're going to eat alllll of it without him.
Grumble - Moan - Whine - Complain!
Rave: Spring has finally sprung! The weather is clear, sunny and in the 50's - lovely. My garden at home is in full bloom, tulips everywhere, weeping cherry trees weeping pink and white flowers, and the hummingbirds are starting to show up. Woody Woodpecker is back poking holes in the pines... a raccoon jumped in the yard, saw the Rotts, jumped out again.
Rave: One of my neighbors has been trying to lose weight ever since I've known her - about 10 years. I drag her out of bed and make her walk with me which she will do as long as it's not raining, not drizzling, not a hint of rain, no snowing, no sleet, no wind. She goes to AA - has been going for 100 years and a few months ago met a guy... She walks e-v-e-r-y morning now and often in the afternoon and again in the evening. She's lost 40 pounds! I am so proud of her! All she needed was a little incentive. She said he threatened to spank her if she didn't take better care of herself.
Naturally, I was shocked! Tsk. What is this world coming to?
I told Cowboy about it and he said he was shocked, too. He also said that was something he might have to try when he gets home!
Honestly... as if I ever did anything to deserve that kind of treatment.
On further consideration, I'm going to eat all those peach goodies all by myself.
Rant: Did I mention Cowboy is still away? I really miss him.
~Sar~
... that's what he said, anyway...
Rave: I ordered half a cow and the pups and I have been eating STEAK!
Rave: We've had lunch at every fast food place within a 50-mile radius.
Rant: I visit a particular chat room regularly; friends are there that I've known for upteen years. We're old pals. Recently... one lady referred to her husband as Captain Jerk. I was startled. Err... and I said so.
Another lady said "Isn't that the same as calling Cowboy a giant squid?"
Uh... no. A squid/swabbie is a sailor. Cowboy is a sailor; that's not an insult. And he's 6 feet 5 inches tall. Ergo, he's a giant squid.
I know this woman loves her husband but I don't understand referring to one's beloved as a jerk. Do you? If you do, would you enlighten me?
Rant: Got a few emails asking why I don't update the blog more often. Hmmm... lemme see..... Time? Life?
Rant: Did I mention Cowboy is still away?
Rave: The pups and I are at David's house in the San Juans. I took all four of them with me plus the Husky plus the two cats. The cats have renewed their acquaintance with David's giant tortoise. They ride on her shell and she seems to like their company.
I worked in his yard today, planting a few things that can thrive in salty air. Tortoise followed us everywhere in the yard. Of course, by the time she got to where we were, we had moved on to another spot. I gave her some Twinkies. Tortoises are not very cuddly, however.
Rave: I went to the doc by myself before we came out here to the beach. Also saw a vampire. Just want to announce that neither of them requested an immediate transfer after my appointment.
... I must be losing my touch.
Rant: Getting the occasional shooting pain down my leg. Doc says he wants to test me for sciatica. I stopped running and jogging and am just doing bionic walking. If that doesn't ease the pain, I'll think about physical therapy. And the therapist better be cute!
Rave: Sidney, the Siberian Husky passed his obedience trials! He passed on voice commands and on hand signals! I am so-o-o proud of that feisty pup! He handles well and is eager to please. I've conditioned him to remain calm while his ears are checked, teeth brushed, nails filed. And he's ticklish which is really funny. Right now the pup is enjoying the beach with the rest of the menagerie. I have two good families in line waiting to see him and take him home. One has young children, the other has pre-teens. It will be a hard choice.
Rant: Cowboy is still away. His birthday is first week of June. I plan to bake a peach cake, a giant peach cobbler, peach drop cookies and make peach ice cream. I've invited some folks over and if he doesn't show up in time, we're going to eat alllll of it without him.
Grumble - Moan - Whine - Complain!
Rave: Spring has finally sprung! The weather is clear, sunny and in the 50's - lovely. My garden at home is in full bloom, tulips everywhere, weeping cherry trees weeping pink and white flowers, and the hummingbirds are starting to show up. Woody Woodpecker is back poking holes in the pines... a raccoon jumped in the yard, saw the Rotts, jumped out again.
Rave: One of my neighbors has been trying to lose weight ever since I've known her - about 10 years. I drag her out of bed and make her walk with me which she will do as long as it's not raining, not drizzling, not a hint of rain, no snowing, no sleet, no wind. She goes to AA - has been going for 100 years and a few months ago met a guy... She walks e-v-e-r-y morning now and often in the afternoon and again in the evening. She's lost 40 pounds! I am so proud of her! All she needed was a little incentive. She said he threatened to spank her if she didn't take better care of herself.
Naturally, I was shocked! Tsk. What is this world coming to?
I told Cowboy about it and he said he was shocked, too. He also said that was something he might have to try when he gets home!
Honestly... as if I ever did anything to deserve that kind of treatment.
On further consideration, I'm going to eat all those peach goodies all by myself.
Rant: Did I mention Cowboy is still away? I really miss him.
~Sar~
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