Fleas, the bringers of the Black Death, have infested our cats, our home, yea verily, our souls. I am posting this picture of Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers because photos of actual fleas make me want to hurl. A lot. I have to say that as pictures of Flea go – it’s…
Duck Butts. They make me laugh. I just can’t help myself. They provide sheer joy. Their little webbed feet dancing to keep them underwater – delightful. They then bob back up, reminiscent of that bobbing water toy from the 70s, adding an odd sense of nostalgia for me. It’s a two-fer. hee hee hee Sometimes…
Her name is Jelly. Jelly Bean. Jelly is blind in one eye, mostly deaf and breaks wind as only an elderly bulldog can. She is in our care until Monday. She is a french bulldog and, according to Rissa, near perfection. Essence de Jelly. “This dog. THIS dog. Is the BEST dog in the entire…
The kitten… the feral one? That hung onto my hand with its teeth after I picked it up, because it was so terrified? The one I had to have “just in case” rabies shots for? It’s back… And David says I’m not allowed to touch it. Not even a little bit. Now in cat adolescence,…
Naked wombats. Without any pre-written content, it simply struck me as an interesting title for a post, but then, when I went looking for pictures, I actually found a mostly naked wombat baby, which has now become my animal of choice. JUST LOOK AT IT!!! Yes, this is a naked wombat! Did you know that…
I received my first 6 rabies shots Tuesday at approximately 4:00 p.m. By Wed evening we were up at a family cottage enjoying the beauty of Macgregor Lake in Quebec. At approximately 7:00 p.m. I was touching these!!! Because why? Because they LET me!! They were begging for it in point of fact. Or perhaps…
So… I couldn’t catch the silver-grey tabby. It didn’t follow the cleverly laid trail of kitten treats to its trapped siblings in the cat cage… in the garage. The mother cat showed up. Along with the father/brother/uncle cat. I couldn’t turn in the captured siblings to the animal shelter. I just couldn’t. All I could…
The good news is that rabies shots no longer number in the dozens, nor does one have to have them all upon on one’s stomach. The bad news?? Let us revisit yesterday, right before dinner … I am outside. The weather is a balmy, breezy, sun-dappled 27 degrees. I have just put the veggies onto…
Yesterday, before heading into the backyard to weed everything that had the sheer mendacity to raise its head beyond the mulch, I sprayed my entire body with citronella. Every inch. And then, as a mosquito sexually assaulted me – sticking its nasty proboscis INTO my jaw – I realized – FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING…