The Dog Lady Blog

At 6:45 we finally got some needed rain for about 30 minutes. The dogs and I had just returned
from our evening walk and the timing couldn't have been better. I decided to take advantage of the "shower" and I used to downpour to get wet and lather up. I used some of my reservoir water to expedite rinsing and it was actually warmer than the rain. Instead of drying off, I fully slathered baby oil gel all over my bod and weeded around the plethora of sunflowers in the continuing shower for another ten minutes. There wasn't any lightening, just big juicy rain drops.

Some of the dogs followed me around while I was weeding, getting their own "bath" as well. They needed a good rinse because it's been awfully dusty lately. Now I'm preparing to tear through the camper, cleaning out cabinets, closets and cubbies, vacuuming layers of dust from everything. The rain tonight has settled the dust. I really will appreciate having a separate living quarters from the dogs when I have it. I love them, I do, but I've been living with at least twenty dogs for almost twenty years. The Alpha Dog needs her own Dog House.

Things have been going quite well lately. A few adoptions and a lot of support. I love the pure randomness of generosity, being surprised by the kindness and understanding of people. I've met some new people who might be able to help in more profound ways but time will tell. Those of you who know me are well aware of the myriad of disappointments I've received from some "benefactors". Anymore I never count my chickens until the eggs have hatched so when there's news fit to print, I'll do so here.

Paulette K. bought a brand new fridge for us! Now I can make ice for the dogs myself and I can actually buy ice cream and it will remain frozen. Best of all, I don't have to keep an old heavy cobblestone in front of it's door in order to keep it from falling off it's hinge like the former one. Of course it's on the porch, like a good redneck homestead. The tiny built-in fridge inside the camper petered out about two years ago--it's freezer part is now a tool chest and the fridge part is my airtight cereal pantry. My pragmatism knows no bounds: I work with what I am given. Or left with.

FYI: Teddy the Mastiff has become one of the pack, acts as if he's been here forever. A true love addict, he is. Soon I'll put him on my petfinder page. I love him. He was playing with a stuffed toy this morning by himself, tossing it in the air, pouncing on it when it landed, being all floppy, silly puppy and it couldn't have been more precious. I love my dogs, even if I can't keep them but then that's the true definition of love: Letting go when you should.