Cuddles May Have Found Her Furrrever Home

Remember Cuddles, the lovely dog that I had the pictures of up just a few posts ago?  Well, last week my neurologist called me out of the blue, asking about her.  Do you still have her, would she be good with small children?  I have a family who’s little girl’s dog died, and she needs a dog.  They are interested in Cuddles.  Well, knock me over with a feather, I’m gobsmacked, and thank you God.

I called the people right away, and talked to the woman.  We agreed that if Cuddles didn’t work out and they couldn’t find her an appropriate home, we would take her back.  So, we picked a meeting place, I woke up DD, and off we went.  Cuddles was delighted, she LOVES riding in the car, and I wept almost the whole way.  Turns out our 15 pound rescue was almost the same size as the little girl!  Oh, no, I thought.  That just won’t work.  But gramma, and grampa weren’t deterred, so off went the family and Cuddles.  Gramma had a Chihuahua who bit the little girl’s nose, so how bad can Cuddles be?  She’s a sweet heart, except for the cat thing.  And there are 4 teenagers to help care for her, I think she’ll be happy.  They obviously love their little girl, and seem like they will love Cuddles as well.  I have prayed that Cuddles will have a good home, and, so far, we haven’t heard from them, so that sounds promising.

The day after Cuddles went home with the little girl, a woman called.  My brother FINALLY talked to someone about Cuddles, and they told their mother about her.  She wanted her!  So, we have the name of her children, if Cuddles doesn’t work out with the other people.  So, one way or another, Cuddles has a furrever home.  Praise the Lord.  But we miss her.

Her little girl, Little Dog, is growing her little self into a little dog now.  She has lost that cute little baby puppy look, and now is looking like a cute growing puppy, all 6 pounds of her.  Even though she resembles her daddy quite a bit, her mommy’s under bite is becoming prominent, and those Cuddles’ eyes are so evident.  She is an evil ball of fur, LOLOL, and we love her a lot.  I never thought I would have a dog in the house, but there you go……..

We love you Cuddles.

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The Troll Has Definitely Done It *This* Time

Well, folks, when the Troll does things, she believes in doing them the right way, wholeheartedly, both feet in and screaming Geronimo!   And this past week was one of those weeks, believe me you.

Labor Day began like every other day around here.  I woke up, poured myself out of the bed, performed my morning ministrations, got my soda, and saddled up the dogs.  Have I told you about the dogs yet?  I’ll get around to them.  Out into the great out yard we went, Little Dog ran around frantically, then peed and pooped, Mommy hunted daddy cat, and I tried to wake up.  URGH.

I picked up the ‘puter to do stuff.  As the amazing stuff was pouring into my ‘puter, the canines needed to go out again.  I’m not sure what I was doing, exactly, but I stood up, and KA-POW–the pain that shot through my head was incredible.  Funny, though, that there weren’t any stars.  I expected stars……..  I stepped outside, holding my head, leaned on the wall, hoping I wasn’t going to pass out.  That having passed, I then felt my forehead.  I had a deep indentation, the size and shape of the latch I hit.  I knew right then it wasn’t going to be a good day.

Making the rest of the day short, I soon found myself getting ill, and DS took me to ER without even taking a shower!  Six or seven hours later, and 5 (anxiety induced?) partial seizures later, it was announced.  You have a concussion.  And a bonus!  Otitis media, (middle ear infection)……  Several horse pills later, and my condom emesis bag, (vomit bag, shaped like nothing more than a giant blue condom, with a hard plastic rim at the top!), and I was on my way home.

I slept ceaselessly for two days, the headache pounding every time I stood up.  Then Sleeping Beautytroll woke up, but with more than my normal confusion and goofiness.

By the time I picked up the computer, I was back to normal, so I can’t blame the concussion, as much as I want to.  : (      (Gasp)  The week got worse, you’re thinking?  Oh, yes, indeedy do, it did.  Much worse.   You see, as my daughter explained it to me, I am an old, sick woman, and these  kinds of things keep happening to old, sick women.  Well, I beg to differ with her.  I am NOT old…….

My husband was a self taught computer genius.  At home, he always talked about the computer in GREAT detail.  I picked up a lot about the ‘puter back then–I had no choice.  So, I was fairly ‘puter savvy.  But he’s been dead 11 years.  And things have changed a lot.  The kids only talk about the ‘puter *after* I have messed up.  I am not a “lets read up on this and see how it’s done” kind of person.  If I can’t do it without instructions, well,………

It started out innocently enough.  “You need to update Chrome”, the ‘puter said.  OK, I knew there was a new version of Chrome, and so I went to work up-dating Chrome.  Then, “Let’s update Adobe Flash Player”, it said.  I should have known in the beginning that trying to update Chrome was a bad idea.  The version I was using was already updated.  But, the short cut I clicked on was one I never used, and was MY Chrome, had my name on it, not the version DD had installed, I thought, and, with my flawed logic shimmering like the gold at the end of a rainbow, I began to practically destroy the computer!

DS looked at it after my cry of help.  He shook  his head and rolled his eyes.  He does that a lot.   He did a few things–I learned something–I did a few things, too, after that.  None of them helped.  The next day we ran the Malware program.  THREE trojans and one backdoor later, plus I don’t know how many other nasties, and I was hoping the floor would open up and swallow me.  I have *never* done anything this bad to the ‘puter before.  A BACKDOOR for Pete’s sake!  All deleted, one more malware and virus program run, just to be on the safe side, and all clear.  DS did his magic to the ‘puter, and all seems well, except these annoying commercials that keep popping up *everywhere*.  Minor, but annoying.

So, guess what the Troll has to do this week?  Change ALL my passwords.  Even all the ones I wasn’t going to use again.  It will take me FORever to change my passwords.  Maybe even into next week.  I fatigue easily, my passwords are complex, and even composing them taxes my brain.  And I probably have to come up with about 50.

OK, now about the dogs.  My friend in KY, in the town I’m from, had to rescue a Pekingese.  She is about 3 years old, fawn colored, black nose and around her eyes and ears.  She is a good dog, except she is having to learn how not to chase my kittens.  She is house-broken, ?paper trained?, loves to go out-side, but we have to take her outside on a leash because we live right next to a highway.  She has an under bite, but once I got used to that, she is a beautiful dog.  My friend was deciding if she wanted her puppy.  She was going to tell the owners the next day.  They were abusive to the dogs to our faces, I was visiting then, and I saw it, right along with her.  Her daughter was friends with the people who had the dogs, and they had stopped by to give them some things on the way to the wedding we were attending.  As abuse goes, what we saw wasn’t horrible, horrible, but picking Cuddles up by her collar and throwing her across the floor was pretty bad, I’d say.

We arrived at our intended destination, and her daughter received multiple texts.  If you don’t take Cuddles, too, she will be shot.  So, of course, my friend HAD to take Cuddles, and the puppy.  We got the dogs to her house, and they had fleas so bad, they almost killed one of her kittens.  She has kittens about the same age as mine.  As a matter of fact, Little Dog is about the same age as all the kittens, as well.

I have the dogs right now, because my friend is quite ill, and can’t care for them at all.

We are looking for a home for Cuddles.  Anyone in the Southeastern area of Kentucky, surrounding Clay County, somewhere close enough where she could even meet you half way, if you could not come get Cuddles.  She needs a SAFE, loving home.  Some place where she can run outside without the fear of getting into the road, not having to be tied outside and left, like her previous owners did, and she can come in and be loved on, and she can be free of the fleas.  She loves sitting with DD, and she loves to be petted, and just sitting next to her  human and chilling.  She is a GOOD dog and does not deserve being mistreated.  But, then again, no animal deserves mistreatment.  God meant for us to be their keepers, not their torturers.   As for my friend and I, we have the love, but not the homes.

So, now, off I go to change passwords.     : (

Big Dog, Little Dog

We’ve been busy.  The kind of busy I don’t like.  But, I can’t complain, (because no one would believe me anyway, LOL).  I have God, my loving family, just enough money to live on, roof over our heads, clothes on our backs, and as much of our health as we have.  We are well and truly blessed.  However, just because I am blessed, I *don’t* have to like everything that happens.  Just so you know.

I had my brain MRI, the results I will find out Monday.  This weekend,  DD and I went away to go to my niece’s wedding, her cousin.  Sorry to be nit picky, but the way people divorce and remarry these days,  one can never be too specific about a relationship’s status.  This weekend was a disaster.  I think it was doomed to fail.  And it didn’t help that DD has stopped smoking and is still hugely cranky and mean.

We started out late.  I was fairly ready before she even woke up.  She didn’t wake up until noon.  Getting in the car was an event, and she was *not* happy.  She was Duck & Cover unhappy.  After we got on the road, we had to stop and get a bite for me to eat, so I could take my medicine.  I was going to make myself a vegetarian, Boca patty (I dress them like a hamburger, and they are delicious!)  BTW, Morning Star is owned by Monsanto–don’t buy Morning Star.  Didn’t have time, though.

She had been going to stop by her GF house, they were having a yard sale, and she had some things to give them.  That was the only way she could be sure they would be home.  The yard sale was only until 2p, and we missed the yard sale, but they were home.  They had a puppy that I fell in love with, and I said I *might* take her.  Much to my dismay, they sent my daughter a text , shortly after we left, and told her that if I didn’t take mommy, the husband was going to kill her!  So, not only am I for sure taking the puppy, but now I have to take Mommy, too.    Just bloody wonderful.

We made it to the motel too close to comfort to wedding time, only to find out that our reservation was 20 minutes away.  There was not a room with double beds in the motel.  We were going to try to make it to the other motel and back, but I went back inside and, in tears, asked the manager wasn’t there anything she could do?  She had a non-smoking king with a pull-out.  Excellent.  The process of registering, however, was excruciating.  My brother had paid with points.  I had to call the main number to change over the points.  They couldn’t do that, but there were enough points to pay for the second room.  Then I had to call the first motel and ask them to refund the points to my brother’s account.   The manager wouldn’t let me fill out any paperwork until *all* of that was done.  And 7:30 was fastly approaching.

We got in, and DD went to the wedding.  I stayed back and nursed my ill tummy.  SHE came back at 9:30.

Back to the dogs.  We picked them up.  Turns out that Cuddles *loves* to look out the window.  She *doesn’t* like to look out the window when the car is going 70 mph.  Note to self!  LOL  We finally got her to stay in the back seat and run between the two back windows, instead of trying to run between the two *front* windows.  You can see the problem there.  The puppy sat in my lap for awhile, then climbed in the back, sat miserably for awhile, and barfed.  Poor carsick baby.

The dogs are home, and DS named the puppy Little Dog, since we have a Big Dog.  Big Dog is a large predominantly black dog with white on him.  He’s cool.  He was the neighborhood stray, until DD moved home.   He’s a good dog, as long as he leaves the cats alone, and he’s smart, albeit a little stubborn.  He believes in guarding his people, that’s for sure.  The evening we had to call the police to get the pistol out of the branch (a small stream of water) in front of our house–maybe I’ll explain that someday–he had to be physically removed to the porch when the policeman was asking me my information.  He did *not* like that policeman.  LOL  He’s learning tricks, and that’s where the stubborn comes in.  He knows the tricks I want him to do, he just decides he doesn’t want to do them, no matter that I have his favorite treat.  And he’s got bones buried all over the neighborhood.  If you give him a bone, he ignores it.  Later the bone will be gone, and he will be running frantically around–looking, of course, for a place to bury his bone.  When DD and I were beginning to work on the garden, we dug up one of his bones and gave it to him.  If I remember correctly, he took it and re-buried it!  LOL

Little Dog, she is a pip.  If one could bottle her energy for an hour, one could probably supply a whole day’s electricity for an entire village!  She is very sweet, but she jumps on us, and licks us.  It is especially annoying when we are trying to love on Cuddles, give Cuddles a treat, put Cuddles on her leash, pet on Little Dog, pick something up out of the floor, bend over, and, well, I think you get the picture.  She is part Pekingese and part Chihuahua.  She is colored like her mother, but she has her daddy’s nose.  I don’t know if her fur will change, it is sooo soft now, and her mother’s is coarse, but not terribly so.  When we go on walks, Momma has to walk on a leash.  Little Dog doesn’t.  She runs and runs.  She rolls in the grass,  hides in the tall grass, runs up the small hill to the neighbor’s yard, where she knows she is not supposed to go.  She chases honey bees and butterflies–good thing she hasn’t caught a honey bee yet!  This morning she was after a small bush with thorns on it!  We have an almost dead, gravel driveway.  She loves to fight with the little patches of weeds that grow up through the gravel.  She *loves* Uncle Big Dog.  She runs up to him, rolls over and lets him sniff her, then jumps up on him, over and over, follows him around, runs after him, jumps in his face, and generally is a nuisance.  He ignores her.  He has much patience.  Me, on the other hand, has to wrestle her to the ground, and rub her belly, which she LOVES.  And she will take spells where she runs manically through the house.  Kind of like she has been in the cat’s hidden stash of cat nip.  So do the cats.  Cuddles only runs through the house to chase the cats.

Cuddles is Little Dog’s momma.  She is a good dog, but right now she is sad, because she is not at home.  She is fawn colored with a black nose.  She has an under bite.  She thinks DD is her mother right now, and she gets hyper spastic when she leaves the room.  I don’t know why, my daughter is a witch right now, pure and simple.  If she were any more judgmental, I swear, she’d be Judge Judy!  No, let me fix that, she’s past Judge Judy, and makes her look like a pussy cat.  I’d like to find those genes…….   So, when Cuddles goes out on her walks, she hunts.  What for, I have no idea.  She sniffs the air, then puts her nose the ground and leads me around.  The path is pretty much the same, unless I make her go somewhere else.  And she will gaze longingly across the road, where the deer live.  I’m not sure if she wants to hunt deer, or just wants to go across the road.  The latter, probably.  We can’t let her off her leash, because we are too close to the road.  I hope we can find a good home for her soon.

DD and DS are getting ready to go out.  I will have to listen to Cuddles cry again for a good 15 minutes after DD leaves.  DD came in, Cuddles tried to welcome her and she told her to get the hell away from her, or something to that effect.  She is NOT in a good mood.  Poor Cuddles.

So, that’s the Cliff notes on Big Dog and Little Dog, and any dogs in between.  I’m pretty sure they will pop up in conversation again sometime.