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In honor of our dear old girl, I’m re-publishing this joyous post from a decade ago:

Science has measured and discussed the positive and negative effects of ions for years. I’ve heard that the ocean shore carries a different ionic charge, which can be energizing for many critters, and as proof  I give you our Edie girl:

 

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Goodbye, Edie Girl

She won’t struggle to get up again. She won’t sprawl on the floor and wait for one of us to reach under her ribcage and pull her upright.

She won’t stagger across the floor as if drunk again, her hind quarters listing to one side as she navigates from rug to rug on the treacherous hardwood floor.

She won’t suffer incontinence any more, or the indignity of a quick rub down of her hind quarters with a rubbing alcohol–soaked washcloth, to clean her up.

She won’t struggle up any stairs again, needing one of us to reach an arm under her ribs to help her galumph laboriously up stairs she used to sprint up in a few bounds. (more…)

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Over twenty years ago, tired of all the beaters I’d driven for years, I bought a two-year-old Toyota Corolla with 45,000 miles on it for about ten grand.   (more…)

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Good luck to … Pinky?

We had a stray dog in our house for a day. She was a sweetheart … rambunctious, but a good girl.

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In January we briefly adopted an Anatolian shepherd named Roxy from the local animal shelter, until she stalked the semi-feral cats living in our garage. Sadly, we had to return her, although she was otherwise a very sweet dog who’d had a rough life, living on the street for several months before the animal shelter was able to capture her.

Tuesday evening I was walking our two dogs around the track at the local high school, when I noticed a guy walking two dogs, a small dark Chihuahua and a large tan dog, outside the school fence, paralleling us. They were on the marina access road so I saw them in glimpses, actually on the other side of the track’s grandstand, as well as a long hedge. But the larger, tan dog looked enough like Roxy to remind me of her.

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The War of Wills

How do you have a dog and not train her?

I’ll never understand that.  However old Nora is—let’s say a year—it’s obvious her prior owners did minimal if no training, and if anything scared the beejabbers out of her. She cringes so fast. Her cringing and eagerness to fit in give me the sense  her prior owners scared her. A lot. I wonder if they hit her.

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The Conquest of Our Home

We’ve been lied to again. This is not an 18-month-old dog.

We’re guessing she’s somewhere past half a year old to a year old. She has learned her name, but is struggling with “sit.” “Come” is pretty hit and miss. Really, she is still learning how to learn.

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