Haines His Way

Oy, what a 12+ hours we've had here!  

Just before 2am EST, I heard DH Richard bolt out of bed and the next thing I heard was Ka-Rash!.  When I got there, he was sitting on the bathroom floor, then he lay down with his head in the hallway, nose all bloody.  Well, I called 9-1-1 and they took him to the hospital about 3 blocks away.  I followed in my car and we spent the rest of the night and most of today in the ER.  They did all kinds of tests and diagnosed him with some multi-syllabic condition that means he "got up too fast."  He's OK - lying on the couch watching a DVD now - but I think I'll stay home (please, twist my arm) again tomorrow to keep an eye on him.

Oy, what a 12+ hours we've had here!  

Just before 2am EST, I heard DH Richard bolt out of bed and the next thing I heard was Ka-Rash!.  When I got there, he was sitting on the bathroom floor, then he lay down with his head in the hallway, nose all bloody.  Well, I called 9-1-1 and they took him to the hospital about 3 blocks away.  I followed in my car and we spent the rest of the night and most of today in the ER.  They did all kinds of tests and diagnosed him with some multi-syllabic condition that means he "got up too fast."  He's OK - lying on the couch watching a DVD now - but I think I'll stay home (please, twist my arm) again tomorrow to keep an eye on him.

The dog is Peggy.  She is a pit bull/boxer mix, brindle in color.  We were fostering her for about a year, and finally found the right home for her, with a teenaged boy ready to help train a dog correctly and a younger boy, aged ten, who needs a buddy.

Peggy came to us as a rescue from the local pound.  They were going to put her and her three pups down because of the pit heritage.  Instead, der B and I were able to take her and the pups in.  Sadly, one of the pups died that first night due to parvo; the other two pups stayed healthy, and we found them good homes fairly quickly.

We were initially reluctant to place Peggy because of a mange problem.  What with the strain of pupbirth and the lack of a home, der B realized that the best thing we could do was give her a stable residence until the mange cleared up.  Fortunately, she got along great with the rest of the dogs (Marty, Mikey, Bonnie, Buster, and Fletcher - yup, five other dogs), and particularly took to Fletcher, the deaf Dalmatian, roughhousing together and sharing toys.

Do we miss her?  Yes, of course, but we're also confident that we placed her well.  If her new family were having problems, we'd have heard by now.  Fletcher went through a moping period, but has started playing with the other dogs now.

And this leaves us open to foster other dogs - before fostering Peggy, we took in a found a new home for a collie named Zeus.  Der B has been threatening to find us a litter of puppies.  Just thinking of having puppies in the house again fills me with giggles.

When Sh*T happens it really happens.
A young friend here arrived home yesterday to find his new (moved in 2 weeks back) unit flooded from a break in the pipes above.  His every posession was awash in more than just water. It's his birthday today!

"M" a poor second at 53.

I'm impressed! (To think, I was taught aborigines could only count "one, two, many".)

der Brucer