I’ve got a lot of that to do, now that I’m back from the land of the not-quite-dead. When you go from busy and active to semi-comatose, everything in life falls behind. Writing, the boat, the house, the yard…you name it. It doesn’t take long everything to pile up, and the deeper it gets, the more intimidating it can be. And while I’d like to just jump right back in, full-throttle, I’m still operating with a heart that barely breaks an idle. But now at least I can take the crew for walks again, so we’re working on getting that blood flowing a bit faster, one step at a time.
After Sandy, what remained of the boatyard was rebuilt on the south end, while the north end of the yard is all but abandoned, save a few surviving but forgotten boats and twisted traces of wreckage. It makes a wonderful place for the dogs to explore and leave their mark, so to speak.
Leading the way, Emma is yet to earn full ‘off-leash’ privileges, though she’s close. Laid-back Loki is ‘good example dog’, and he’s teaching Emma the ropes, quite literally.
And trailing at the back is Rex, aka: ‘bad example dog’. Rex is prone to distraction and selective hearing, so he’s stuck on the leash most times, even if he’s only trailing it as a reminder.
Once the north yard has been fully sniffed and inspected, it’s off to the south side, where there’s a bit of a beach. And that’s another reason I keep Rex on a leash; even with those stubby basset hound legs, he’s a superb swimmer, and his listening skills decline even further once he’s buoyant and doggy-paddling to Albany.
And now, back to catching up on finishing that book!
He’s door-bell happy, ever since he figured out nudging the doggie-out-doorbell ( sleigh-bells hung from the kitchen doorknob) will trigger the nearest human to open the door to the fenced yard for him and his canine buddies. He’s starting to ring it just to step outside and lounge on the deck. Clearly he’s got the hang of this trick. Starting tomorrow we’ll start limiting how often it yields an open door.
According to records, on December 12, 2008, a puppy was born in the vicinity of Heard County, Georgia. By the accuracy of this date, this pup and his litter mates may even have been born in the Heard County Animal Control Center. Whatever the case, that is where this pup stayed until, like so many others, his time ran out. Fortunately in his case, he was rescued by Eleventh Hour Rescue, a non-profit group dedicated to saving the lives of innocent dogs on death row. Please, visit their site, read their ‘About’ page, look at the faces of the dogs they’ve rescued but still need homes. Every day across the country while happy families are buying purebreds and designer puppies, there are frightened, confused dogs in shelters, needlessly put to death for no other reason than lack of a home. This tragedy must stop. If there is room in your heart and your home, make the choice to save a life. Look at these faces…
They are all rescues, and all wonderful, loving, delightful members of our home. Left to right: Loki (7 months), Moxy (12 years) and Rex (3). Loki arrived under the name Zeus, though he didn’t seem to acknowledge it, and we felt Loki, the Norse god of chaos and mischief, might be more appropriate for his playful personality. In one day’s time he’s already settling in quite nicely and catching on to house routines by following the other two.
To one reader in particular, if you see this, yeah, I know. And by the way, he looks just like a 40 lb. version of Ari in black.
More pictures to come!