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Friday, June 06, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
No Deposit - No Return
Despite my best efforts, (really!) (no, seriously!) Karma has gone back to live with Sweetie's workmate. I had hoped that more of the Blue Heeler would show through, but she is really just a Lab with grey markings.
This afternoon Buster, Heizen, Reese's, Milly, and all of the outside bunnies are again at ease. Me, too. I love my quiet life. I need my quiet life. My nerve ends are regenerating even as I type.
If we ever decide to get another canine, Sweetie and I are agreed that it should be an older mutt dog. I at least I know that Karma is back in a good home. I don't think I could have taken her to the pound, especially this county's so-called animal shelter. She's a good dog - just not for me.
Now, on the other hand, I heard a wonderful tale about one of Sheila's babies that I sold at Greencastle. I ran into L. at Old Bardstown and she said that "Caramel" has turned out to be a most wonderful pet! "He is more social than I thought a bunny would be!" she said. "Like last week - I was on the couch and he jumped up to smell my feet. He then ran up my body to my face, looked at me for awhile, ran back to my feet and then jumped down on the floor." (Shades of Sheila!)
She related that he does his business in his cage. "Sometimes, when he is in the living room with us, he will run at warp speed into the kitchen to his cage and pee. When he's done, Caramel returns to the living room."
I am so glad to hear this happy story. Sometimes I can only hope that new bunny-owners will tend to and love the babies like L. does.
Bunnies do make great house pets. They do not behave like cats or dogs. They are rabbits. They are curious and attentive. They are quiet, which is a big plus in my book. The poop doesn't smell, but the pee can. They are easily house trained. Again a plus.
What's not to love?
This afternoon Buster, Heizen, Reese's, Milly, and all of the outside bunnies are again at ease. Me, too. I love my quiet life. I need my quiet life. My nerve ends are regenerating even as I type.
If we ever decide to get another canine, Sweetie and I are agreed that it should be an older mutt dog. I at least I know that Karma is back in a good home. I don't think I could have taken her to the pound, especially this county's so-called animal shelter. She's a good dog - just not for me.
Now, on the other hand, I heard a wonderful tale about one of Sheila's babies that I sold at Greencastle. I ran into L. at Old Bardstown and she said that "Caramel" has turned out to be a most wonderful pet! "He is more social than I thought a bunny would be!" she said. "Like last week - I was on the couch and he jumped up to smell my feet. He then ran up my body to my face, looked at me for awhile, ran back to my feet and then jumped down on the floor." (Shades of Sheila!)
She related that he does his business in his cage. "Sometimes, when he is in the living room with us, he will run at warp speed into the kitchen to his cage and pee. When he's done, Caramel returns to the living room."
I am so glad to hear this happy story. Sometimes I can only hope that new bunny-owners will tend to and love the babies like L. does.
Bunnies do make great house pets. They do not behave like cats or dogs. They are rabbits. They are curious and attentive. They are quiet, which is a big plus in my book. The poop doesn't smell, but the pee can. They are easily house trained. Again a plus.
What's not to love?
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
No Swimming
Not much to report, except that Karma has managed to get on every single nerve I have, and not just the last one. I reckon this is why I didn't have children - not that I had a choice - but I always assumed that I would have bene a terrible mother. At least to squalling infants. And overactive 2 year olds. And pre-schoolers. And tweens. And middle schoolers. And teenagers. I have a lot of patience up to a point, and once that point is surpassed, then there is no patience. (Quietly imagine nuclear meltdown.)
At the moment, Karma is actually asleep outside of her crate!
During a conversation once with my friends from Friendship Spinners, about kids with picky eating habits, I said that if I had a kid that wouldn't eat their beans, I'd lock them in a closet for a day or two. "Bet they'd be hungry and eat their damn beans then." Dara asked if I had been raised that way and I said no; I ate my damn beans or I went hungry. That's when I inwardly affirmed that I had terrible and poor parenting skillz. (This is not a sibling-wide phenomenon.) (Yay!)
Bunny news is that Claudia's two babies, from a planned mating with Stewart (a small black angora,) are thriving. (Claudia, however, is only now getting over being exceedingly pissed at me for forcing this upon her.) Both babies are grey, one light and one darker, with no markings. They are 8 days old.
At the moment, Karma is actually asleep outside of her crate!
During a conversation once with my friends from Friendship Spinners, about kids with picky eating habits, I said that if I had a kid that wouldn't eat their beans, I'd lock them in a closet for a day or two. "Bet they'd be hungry and eat their damn beans then." Dara asked if I had been raised that way and I said no; I ate my damn beans or I went hungry. That's when I inwardly affirmed that I had terrible and poor parenting skillz. (This is not a sibling-wide phenomenon.) (Yay!)
Bunny news is that Claudia's two babies, from a planned mating with Stewart (a small black angora,) are thriving. (Claudia, however, is only now getting over being exceedingly pissed at me for forcing this upon her.) Both babies are grey, one light and one darker, with no markings. They are 8 days old.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Government Use Only
As if I don't have enough creatures to take care of, (and that includes my dear darling Sweetie,) here is the newest terror monster addition to our happy family. Her name is Karma. She is part Blue Heeler and part lab. There may be more parts. She is a double rescue. Sweetie's workmate's son and daughter-in-law adopted "Tippy" from the animal shelter, with the understanding that she was of Spitz ancestry. Ha ha, ho ho. The dil is now 8 months pregnant and cannot handle such a large and rambunctious animal. We are suckers for a hard luck story. On the other hand, said workmate has agreed to labor on our rental house as a thank you payment.
Buster is not amused. At All.
Add this to the Odd Dream department. Last night, both Sweetie and I entered our parallel universes and dreamt about what might have been if we had not met. Moi, I contacted my ex to see if we could get back together! In the end, I again said "See ya!" (The funny thing was, this dream incorporated some of my past dreams about apartments he and I shared, employment dreams, and of course, bunnies.)
Sweetie was transported back to the time when he was just out of the Air Force and unable to find employment in the civilian air industry. He ended up working as a cook and was so discouraged to receive a week's paycheck for a mere $122.
It was such a co-inky-dink that I thought it was worth remarking upon.
By the way, most of the creosote from the shop vac disaster has been washed off of flat surfaces and the ceiling and walls have been Swiffered. (Still to do are the tops of the fridgadaire and hoosier cabinet, and the entire bookcase.) I was grumpy the whole time doing it. It is sort of funny now and will make a good story later on.
Buster is not amused. At All.
Add this to the Odd Dream department. Last night, both Sweetie and I entered our parallel universes and dreamt about what might have been if we had not met. Moi, I contacted my ex to see if we could get back together! In the end, I again said "See ya!" (The funny thing was, this dream incorporated some of my past dreams about apartments he and I shared, employment dreams, and of course, bunnies.)
Sweetie was transported back to the time when he was just out of the Air Force and unable to find employment in the civilian air industry. He ended up working as a cook and was so discouraged to receive a week's paycheck for a mere $122.
It was such a co-inky-dink that I thought it was worth remarking upon.
By the way, most of the creosote from the shop vac disaster has been washed off of flat surfaces and the ceiling and walls have been Swiffered. (Still to do are the tops of the fridgadaire and hoosier cabinet, and the entire bookcase.) I was grumpy the whole time doing it. It is sort of funny now and will make a good story later on.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Caution!
Grumpy. That's me today. I am not usually grumpy, so today is notable.
On my to-do list was to vacuum and mop the kitchen and living room. Although the shop vac has sat idle for a year or more, I thought it might be the ideal appliance to suck up the voluminous amounts of bunny poop and wool that I am blessed with. And it was - until I opened the clean-out door for the chimney and summarily dealt with a peck of creosote. That was when I realized that there was no filter installed inside the shop vac. A gray haze floated about me, and a thin coat of gray soot appeared on every surface in the kitchen. Futhermucker!!!
So, okay. Take all of the equipment outside to rinse at the spigot.
While waiting for it to dry, I reckoned it would be a good time to clip a bunny or two. Kelly Bob was next on the list and she behaved very well, thank you.
Oscar Wilde Hare, on the other hand, was not so compliant. I once heard that if a rabbit breeder's arms aren't all scratched up, then they aren't doing it right.
I must be doing it right. (It looks worse in person.)
I then attempted to gather up Winehouse so she could be with her young'ns in the back yard and so enjoy all of nature's delights. The bitch bit me! I have learned, the hard way, not to instinctively pull my hand or arm away from a bunny bite, (it only makes matters worse) so I only have this momento. And it will leave a mark.
Several scratches, a bite, and a kitchen that needs a top to bottom. Damn right I'm grumpy!
On my to-do list was to vacuum and mop the kitchen and living room. Although the shop vac has sat idle for a year or more, I thought it might be the ideal appliance to suck up the voluminous amounts of bunny poop and wool that I am blessed with. And it was - until I opened the clean-out door for the chimney and summarily dealt with a peck of creosote. That was when I realized that there was no filter installed inside the shop vac. A gray haze floated about me, and a thin coat of gray soot appeared on every surface in the kitchen. Futhermucker!!!
So, okay. Take all of the equipment outside to rinse at the spigot.
While waiting for it to dry, I reckoned it would be a good time to clip a bunny or two. Kelly Bob was next on the list and she behaved very well, thank you.
Oscar Wilde Hare, on the other hand, was not so compliant. I once heard that if a rabbit breeder's arms aren't all scratched up, then they aren't doing it right.
I must be doing it right. (It looks worse in person.)
I then attempted to gather up Winehouse so she could be with her young'ns in the back yard and so enjoy all of nature's delights. The bitch bit me! I have learned, the hard way, not to instinctively pull my hand or arm away from a bunny bite, (it only makes matters worse) so I only have this momento. And it will leave a mark.
Several scratches, a bite, and a kitchen that needs a top to bottom. Damn right I'm grumpy!
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