Pup’s Status

She’s feeling much much better and is practically back to normal.  We don’t have a definitive answer as to what the problem was, but it’s a pretty good bet that her intestinal lining was bothered by a date pit that caused some extreme aggravation.  Yes, a date pit.  Now, how did she get that?

She also has an extremely out of whack routing to her intestinal tract coming right out of the stomach, as it actually heads directly north and is attached to the wall of her abdomen near the spine.  The Doc says that this could be her “normal” development, or it could be because of some trama that caused the adhesion.  There hasn’t been any external trauma that I am aware of to cause something like that.  Regardless, I’m to be on the lookout for more vomiting and any other out of normal behavior.  Believe me, after the past two weeks I’m watching her like a hawk would watch a mouse. (But I’m not going to eat her like the hawk would the mouse, eventually.)

Sick Pets

The Wrapped-Up Pup

Dogs Aren’t Supposed to Get Sick.  That’s just in the rules, and you’ve all read the rules, right?  So, what’s the deal?  Why is she sick?  Who made this happen?  There is Hell to be paid and you’re going to pay it to me.

You get better soon, pup.  We’re watching out for you!

This reminds me of a quote, the author of which I’ve been looking for for a really long time, several years in fact, since we got us this pup here to the left.  The quote, and this may not be exact because I can’t remember where it is that I read or heard about it and haven’t seen since is this “The surest evidence that God does not exist is the lifespan of a dog.”

Now, I’m not saying our pup is dying, she certainly is not and had better not be.  However, thinking about how I feel knowing that she’s sick reminded me that the time spent with our beloved canines is much too short even if we end up sharing our lives for a long time in … “dog years.”

Night Running

The woman, dog, and I did some night running tonight.  I prefer it.  The trails are not crowded, there aren’t any other dog walkers and their dogs with which to contend (though most are fine, it’s really my dog about whom I have to worry), and the temperature is nice.  There is the added danger of running over ruts in the trail and not seeing them, but she and I were trading off holding the flashlight and wearing the headlamp.  I’ve seen lamps that runners can wear on their chests, and maybe it’s time to look into one.

“Play Dates”

This is what my dog (foreground) and my friend’s dog (background) apparently do on their playdates. And they’re TIRED at the end of the day. What a life!

Bella and Dallas having an exhausting play session.

the K9's having an exhausting play session.

welcome back!

Hello there. Well, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you around these parts. With this update I am happy to say that I did not neglect this website for a full two years. It’s been only 720 days. Which is a full 10 days short of two years.

So,what’s happened in those almost two years? In order, I…

  • moved to San Francisco
  • met a girl, and fell in love.
  • got a new job.
  • found out that the girl was going to have our baby
  • moved in with the girl to the East Bay
  • bought a house and moved the soon-to-be family in.
  • got a dog.
  • had a beautiful baby girl!

As you can see it’s been a busy (almost) two years.

what are you up to, ronnyd?

So, I am somewhat gainfully employed again, on a rolling temporary basis. I’m taking a short term gig with a small consulting firm in Salt Lake City. No, I’m not going to move to SLC, it’s just that the guys for whom I’m going to work are based in Salt Lake City. I think. They might be in Denver. I should probably find that out.

It’s a short gig, about five weeks, doing the same type of work I was doing for my last company, but I’m like a free agent now. I can work when opportunities arise, and I can take some more time off when there isn’t anything to do. Sounds good to me. My first gig, which is probably going to start next week, is going to have me onsite at the client for the first week, and that’s going to be in either Denver, CO or Omaha, NE. I’m hoping Denver, but a friend said that Omaha is not that bad. If I’m sent to Omaha, I’ll be sure to let you know what I think.

I’m also going to take the CBEST exam on the 11th of February, which is the hurdle I need to clear in order to become a substitute teacher in CA. It’s the California Basic Educational Skills Test, and from all accounts I hear that it’s pretty easy. Rumor has it … okay it’s not rumor, it’s all over the freaking news at times, that CA has one of the worst public school educational systems in the country. I’m going to single-handedly change that. Or maybe not. Maybe I’ll just like being a teacher. I might get a few months of substituting in before the summer break.

Oakland probably isn’t going to be my home much longer. I’m going to find a room in a house in the city of San Francisco. It’s time for roommates again. It’s a long process, and I’m sure it’ll be fun. My current living situation is okay, I live alone in a studio, so I’m going to have to make sure that I really like the place I’m moving into because I’m going to want to say put for a while. I HATE moving. Loathe is a more appropriate verb.

Went on a nice hike yesterday with some friends in the Ohlone Wilderness near Livermore. It was a fun hike, and we met a new friend and her cool dog, a standard poodle. He had lots of energy and was really fun to hang around. When we stopped for lunch midway through the hike, her dog found a cowpie in which he proceded to roll around and spread all over his fur. We laughed and laughed, but he wasn’t pet by anyone else for the rest of the day. Good dog.

‘why I couldn’t find my car last night’ or ‘a new friend in need’

monday 12 sept 2005

I left my friend’s house late last night, around half past midnight, pretty sure that I had all of the street names down, and that I was heading in the direction where I thought I had parked my car. I parked quite a ways away because the parking in my friend’s neighborhood was tight, and so I ended up about six or seven blocks away from his house. I walked down his street, made a right and then made the left that I was supposed to make, and kept on walking. I know I was heading in the right direction up until I made the left, but about two blocks down that street, things started to look a little unfamiliar.

I made another right, thinking that maybe I was on the right track, but, really, I already knew that I wasn’t. All of the houses and apartment buildings on this street were new to me; hadn’t seen them before. I wasn’t all that upset that I couldn’t find the car, because I knew that it was in only a few blocks’ radius. I figured that I would just walk along all of them, systematically knocking them off as I passed, and hoping for some familiarity to come. I walked a few more blocks and saw a streetsign ahead that I at least recognized, and from there I would know where I was, but I still wouldn’t know where my car was.

I approached the intersection of the street that I was walking along and the street that I recognized and stopped. From the corner of my right eye I saw something across the street and looked over to see a small dog, about 35 pounds and 15 inches tall, standing on the corner across the street, looking over at me. This surprised me that he was just standing and looking at me, but because of this I knew right away that he wouldn’t run if I kept cool. I said ‘hi’ and waved, because, well, I always say ‘hi’ to dogs, and then called him over. The dog moved slowly across the street, but when I crouched down to his level he began to trot and then to run over to me. I started to pet him right away, and I think that he was grateful for the attention. He rolled over and asked for a belly rub.

He had on a collar, so that was a good sign, and while reading the red heart-shaped tag I quickly realized, oops, that he was in fact, a she. Nina was her name, she was out on her own past midnight, and I guessed not where she was supposed to be. There was a 510 area code phone number on the tag, so I pulled out the cell phone and dialed. It was already about 12:40 am, but if my dog were out on her own, I would damn well want to be woken up to come and get her. So I called, and after about three rings, a woman, clearly just waking up from the ringing phone, answered with a sleepy “Hello?”

“Hi, sorry for waking you up, but do you have a dog named Nina?”
“Um, Yeah.” she said, probably wondering what the hell I was talking about at that time of night, so I explained,
“Well, she’s out with me at the corner of Oakland and Moss, we’re out on the Northwest corner.”
“Okay, I’ll be right out.”
“Okay, we’ll wait here.”

Well, good, Nina was about to go home. I was going to bring her home with me if I had to, but since the phone number was good, she would get a nice reunion. I was tired and didn’t feel like standing, so I sat on the corner with her to wait and started to pet her. At that point I honestly didn’t know from where her owner was going to be coming. She could be coming from down the street, or it could be from blocks away. Nina was very cute, and rolled over for a belly rub again. Hmm, I was thinking maybe I shouldn’t have called in the first place. No, I wasn’t really thinking that, I would hate it if someone even thought of stealing my dog.

A very short while after I sat and started petting Nina she sat up, her ears perked, and she began staring across the street, seeing and hearing something that only dogs can. Her owner was coming, Nina could sense it, and I felt good.

The person to appear from the shadows wasn’t the woman who answered the phone, but instead a man. He was carrying a leash and as soon as Nina saw him come out from the shadows, she got excited and began to cross the street. I told her to wait, and the she did, before I looked both ways, and then told her it was alright to cross, after which she bolted right for the man. Good, I thought, she obviously knows and likes this man.

I said ‘hi’ to him as he leashed her up, he asking me where she was when I found her. I told him about seeing her across the street as I was walking and pointed to the corner where I had initially spotted her. I asked if she normally gets out, and he said no, and that he couldn’t figure out how she did it, because they had checked to make sure that everything that needed closing was closed before they went to bed. He thanked me, we shook hands and went our separate ways.

About three minutes later I found my car.

This was a reason that it took so long to find my car initially: I had a job to do.

I had to make sure that a dog named Nina made it home safely.

Shadow

Our family’s dog, Shadow, died on Wednesday, New Year’s Eve, 2003. It wasn’t easy.

Shadow

Play now in your new frozen tundra, joyfully
a beautiful, magnificent figure in a white storm
Pull now, the sleigh, with all of your strength, happily
your husky, wolfen brethren welcome you into their fold

Soft blue eyes, always knowing, burned into our minds
they will never, can never, be forgotten
gaze downward often, we are thinking of you

Here, you were our boy: tame, strong, loving, proud
we miss you already

good boy, pretty boy, my boy,
how’s my boy? how’s my boy? … yeah, how’s my boy?
*woof … arrr-rooo-roo-roo

farewell, my boy, i love you