First things first: We think Boomer needs a new home.
The reason: I have tried for two months to get him acclimated to our four cats, to no avail. They now live in the basement, and when one of them meows at the door, he lies there, tense and ready to attack. He has attacked Queen (the old one) and Buddha (the calm one) and both times it was so bad, he would have killed them if I hadn’t been there. In every other way, he is great. But he needs a house that has no cats, and never will. I am putting out the word here that if anyone loves Boston Terriers and has no cats is welcome to meet Boomer and maybe adopt him from us. I love him, but I love my cats, too.
He can also jump fences. I bet that’s why he was found wandering out on his own. Anyone want to give him a try?
It sucks, and I feel terrible. But we have to do something.
Let’s move onto something else, okay?
Thanks to Pam
, I am now a fungi-phile. I see it everywhere and have to photograph it. It’s only fair, since I had a hand in turning her onto birds.
I have discovered my camera’s Macro and Super Macro function!
Sometimes it’s good to pee in the woods…walking along the river at Kelley’s Nature Preserve, I had to go, so I stepped off the path. As I was coming back onto the path, I saw these three deer swimming across the river. COOL.
It’s also good to take a trail that you haven’t taken before. Coming down the hill, I saw a small dog walking ahead of me. I called to it, but it ran away.
At the bottom of the hill, I saw it curled up under a tree. A puppy. I don’t go looking for them, I swear…they find me!
I went closer, and she tried to hide under some bark. My heart just ached. It was about 35 degrees today. She was shivering and a bit bony.
She is home with us right now. Some of you must be thinking that her arrival has something to do with us giving Boomer up, but that’s not true. It has made me think even more seriously about what a dog needs. This one needs love and Boomer needs a house to himself.
On a bird note, this cooper’s hawk was there to greet us in the yard the other day. I got excited when I saw his tail, because I thought that it might be a sharp-shinned hawk, which would be a life bird for me. The tail of a sharp-shinned is squared, like this one and a cooper’s is rounded.
But the size says cooper’s. Sharp-shinned hawks are more jay-sized. This bird was pretty darn big…maybe a female?
Drat. But still cool. That’s four raptors that have made regular appearances in our yard since I started at RAPTOR. Cooper’s, red-tailed, red-shouldered, and barred owl. It’s hot all-bird of prey-action here!
Susan’s tummy update: All the tests are back. I do not have cancer. I do not have microscopic colitis. Two polyps were removed that were not cancerous. I have been given a clean bill of health. Well, if that’s so, why do I feel so damn rotten?
I have an appointment tomorrow with my beloved doctor, Susan Fremont (if you live in Loveland or the surrounding area, I highly recommend her…she rocks) and we will have a nice long talk about why I feel like I am 93, instead of 33.