Tuesday, July 14, 2009

What to do if your dog is LOST!

Unfortunately, I've learned from experience, and these steps have proved effective in locating a dog after he breaks out of your yard or house.

1. After discovering your dog is missing, check all the gates, doors and fences. Find out where he might have busted out or jumped over. This will give you an idea of the direction he may have gone. 

2. Check the house and yard VERY thoroughly. Some dogs are hiders and will make themselves very small. Make sure you don't go out searching for your dog for no reason.

3. Canvass the neighborhood in your car, with the window rolled down, yelling the dog's name. Stop and notify/ask any neighbors that you pass on the way.

4. Go back home and start knocking on your neighbors' doors. Go at least five houses out each way asking them if they've seen the dog and leaving your phone number if they do see him later.

5. Go back home and check to see if he's come back looking for dinner. If he's not there, take a full bowl and shake it so he can hear it if he's nearby. 

6. Call your local animal control office to see if they've picked up the dog or if they've had a call about him. (Most of these have a dispatch that will answer 24 hours a day.) Leave the dog's identifying information and your contact information with the officer in case the dog comes in. 

7. Call your local animal shelter(s). These folks can tell you whether a dog has been dropped off. (If you don't find your dog after a few days, go into the shelter in person and look at the dogs yourself, just in case. Sometimes the employees don't know the full roster of dogs they have.)

8. Call all local vet hospitals and clinics. Start with your dog's vet. Then call the vet closest to your home (if not the same) and work your way out geographically. Emergency hospitals should be called as well.

9. Make signs that say "LOST DOG" in large letters. Include a picture and description of the dog, the dog's name, your name and phone number. Post these around your neighborhood and branch out around the town as you need. Large intersections are best.

10. Go back and start knocking on neighbors' doors again. Ask if they've seen him or heard him. Leave your phone number again in case they do.

11. At this point, if you haven't found your dog, retrace some of these steps. Go back and re-call animal control and the shelter, repost signs and recall vet clinics. Keep looking. Dogs who flee are often scared and unsure about where they are. Someone may have picked him up and is trying to find you. Just don't give up. 


Some things to remember about dogs:
- They don't like to be left alone. If your dog has seperation anxiety, get a second dog or a dog walker to check in on him when you are gone for long periods during the day.
- They HATE thunder and lightning. Dogs who are left out alone during these storms (or even in the house) often hurt themselves trying to flee their area. Get these dogs into a crate, away from windows and safely inside during storms.
- They get anxious, bored and depressed when they don't get walked. Even older dogs need daily exercise out of their yard to relieve nervous energy and to give them stimulation. Dogs that are locked in a yard or house all the time without daily walks get destructive and try to get out (mostly because they have nothing better to do). 

RV the Washington coast

In the midst of watching Twilight the other day, I was reminded of how beautiful my home state really can be. Washington has such varied terrain, including snow peaked mountains only an hour from northwest rain forests. I don't miss it like "home" necessarily, because I really don't know that many people that live there anymore and my family is all down is SoCal, but I miss the damp greenness of it all. (Is greenness a word?) 

I think to satiate this, Jim and I should take a road trip around the coast line of the state. Start down near Portland and drive up and around the Olympic Peninsula, camping along the way. I still haven't been able to show him the beautiful wilderness up there, so maybe that can be our anniversary trip next year. 

On our list is still a trip up the east coast for the fall colors, cruising along the Alps to check out Austria, Switzerland and Germany, and to get out to New Zealand/Australia to visit friends and see the landscape (since we didn't get to do it for our honeymoon). 

Can't die yet... too much to see.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

JOlene the crazy bloodhound

As part of our quest to volunteer more of our time to good causes, we (well, me) decided to foster a dog through the Colorado Coonhound Rescue. These are dogs that would otherwise be put to death in a shelter for their age or behavior or lack of public interest. So on Saturday we welcomed Jill "Jolene," JillJill JoJo or whatever you want to call her... the fattest bloodhound in da world. She's very shy and just getting the hang of being around the pack with Del and Lucy and the two of us. But she's hilarious and loves to roll over and make funny sounds (as evidenced by the video I'm going to load very soon). We hope she finds an amazing forever home very soon.







Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Like riding a bike, I guess

After my brother died on December 7, 2007, I just stopped writing. I had a terrible taste in my mouth from a last-minute story assignment that I did as a favor for my editor, which ended up getting panned pettily by SD Dialed In in late November. Then Garrett died and I just closed the laptop and hibernated away from the nasty world and its criticism for a year and a half. I'd had enough and didn't have the ability to deal.

But it's been a while and I'm feeling more confidant, healthier and willing to try things again. I thought it might be a step in the right direction to try to write for publication; Do some music pieces and try to hone my craft back to some sort of semblance of what it was before. So I just finished my first feature today and I feel like I am myself for the first time since 2007. I feel whole. 

I don't know if I believe that we all have a calling -- something that fulfills us or allows our lives to feel complete -- but maybe I have one. Not that I'm changing the world with band profiles or anything. But there is something to say for a soul that was (or still is?) broken, which can be made whole through literary expression. There's something to say for that.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Lullaby

Auntie Risa came for a visit about two weeks ago. J was teaching her some guitar skills and apparently they were really soothing because the dogs crawled up and fell asleep. Rough life.

More weather

I know I continue to post weather-related things but I'm just so beyond amazed at the kind of storms we've had this June. Coming from 72-all-year to this has been a shock. So excuse me if I'm amazed for a few years.


video

This is how my garden grows

The garden is coming along. I have no idea if the seeds are going to take but I've planted corn, beans, squash, tomatoes, strawberries, green peppers, basil, watermelon and pumpkin. Here I am planting the first round, which holds about 1/3 of the plants. (Or will as soon as they sprout!)

He can run for miles

J ran in the Rocky Mountain Half Marathon on Sunday and he kicked butt. He ran it in 1:55 and beat his goal by five minutes. I'm so proud of him and I was there to cheer him on during the race. Here he is at the start (I think he was nervous)...


Here he is coming around the final leg to cross the finish...



Then at the end, he got to hang out with Kit the car. I don't know what this car was selling us, but it was cool looking.


He got a medal for his hard work. Made of real heavy stuff. He thought it was gold and wore it around the house for a while.




It hails here

The other night it just started dumping with crashing thunder and lightning. So we look out and the poor car is getting dented to hell. So we pulled it in and took a look at the size of the hail. It looked like it snowed.

This happened in less than five minutes...



This was kind of on the smaller side, but I thought my wrinkly hands could give it some relative size...


Monday, June 15, 2009

You raise me up

It's getting harder to cook as we move up in elevation. San Diego was obviously not an issue and then up in Lafayette we went to 5200 feet. It was a bit of a change for baked goods and some pastas. Now we are at 5700 feet in Golden and it's annoying. I had to bake some blueberry muffins TWICE as long as it said on the package to get them done last night. And now I'm cooking pasta for 25 minutes for al dente. Oh well. At least we can see the Rockies from the back door.