I was sitting here a couple hours ago and suddenly Rosey and Lucy ran for the slider like they wanted to kill something. There was a beautiful Husky standing on the deck looking into the kitchen.
I went out through the garage and called him off the deck and out of their sight. He romped over to me in the yard. I checked; no tags, just a training collar. I tried to shoo him out of the yard but he just wanted to play.
I've never seen him before. We live on a country road, and the houses are a little ways apart. I know all the families nearby and have never seen this dog. Paul thought he had seen him in the area but didn't know where he belonged.
I reluctantly tried to chase him out of the yard, Lucy and Rosey were still having fits in the house, but he just kept coming back to me. Finally he wandered off to the house next door where he tried to get in the door. I heard loud voices trying to shoo him away.
It seemed like he was lost and trying to find a house to get into. If I didn't have two dogs who don't share I would have brought him in while we tried to find his owner but that wasn't going to happen. Lucy the Jack Russell Terror wanted to rip his throat out. Rosey thought he was a little too friendly if you know what I mean.
Finally he wandered off. Paul called and left a message for the town dog officer. We made a couple calls to neighbors further down the road but no one knew him.
I don't see him out in the yard or around the road, and now I'm wishing he would come back. We'd keep him in the garage at least over night but now he's gone, and I'm going to worry wondering what happened to him.
A dog can wander off. That can happen to anyone. But why would you not have tags on him so that someone could find who he belongs to?
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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Two Years of Scribbling
On April 9, 2009 I wrote my first post here at It's a Jungle Out There. As of today I have published 273 posts. That sounds like an incredible amount of words.When I began I really didn't have a clue what would be or could be involved with writing a blog.I made a pledge to myself never to write about politics or religion which I've been true to. I have written about happy times and sad times. I've written silly posts. I've used it as a place to vent, and I've often used it as a way to says thanks.
Occasionally it begins to feel like a job, and that's when I take a break. So far I've always come back.
It seems I write well enough to make people laugh a little and cry a little. I have a few regular readers, and I appreciate their loyalty.
Many followers have come and gone, too, so maybe I've bored a few. I love to hear from people through comments but in the long run, this is for me. I have a gadget that shows me how many people visit on any given day and where they came from. I can tell from locations that a few friends and family are checking in.
At the beginning of last year I found a site where you can have your blog made into a book. I did and I love it. I had another made with my 2010 posts and plan to do it every year. I think of it as a yearbook and a great way to look back. And I don't have to worry about losing my blog to some computer glitch. Here's what they look like.
The first one is about my friends Chet and Nellie and our search for their horse farm. Recently Nellie was considering buying another horse. The people she was buying from wanted references. She sent them a link to this post.
This one about Colonel James Kasler is one that most touches my heart. I did try to find Colonel Kasler to share this with him. I found some people who know him who I think forwarded a link on to him. I never heard from him but I hope he read it.
This is about a lecture given by Elie Wiesel. For me hearing this man speak was a chance of a lifetime. Very powerful and very important.
And this one about Ben is a happy post. I write lots about our dogs, Rosey and Lucy, but this one is about a golden retriever that I helped find a home for.
If you are a regular follower, thanks for stopping by; if you're not, I hope you enjoy.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
We Eat Tonight
Just picked, these are the first beans I have grown in nearly 30 years, and they look pretty good. I usually just put in tomatoes, peppers and basil, but I saw a packet of seeds this year and thought Why not? I only put in two rows but I enjoyed watching them come up and now we'll enjoy them for dinner tonight.What I didn't enjoy while I was picking them was listening to our neighbor's puppy yip and cry.
They brought home the cutest little terrier mix a few weeks ago. They call him Cooper and he's about 4 months old now.
They already have two dogs so they really didn't need Cooper but the breeder was going to do something bad with him. They said they couldn't let that happen. Very noble of them but why do they leave him outside alone to cry and cry? Why don't people realize dogs are pack animals? When puppies are left alone and know you are nearby, all they want is to be with you.
A couple weeks ago I had to go into the house because I was afraid I'd go over there and take him away. He had been crying for nearly an hour. Some people just shouldn't have pets.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Tails Wagging, A Happy Ending
At the beginning of January I got an email from an animal-lover friend telling me she knew of a lady with a two-year-old male Golden Retriever who needed a home. Supposedly a pure-bred, 'quite active' (what two-year-old Golden isn't?) and in need of training. No more details than that.
Because we have two dogs, she thought we might like to have a third. I told her two is our limit. It's not likely Rosey would put up with another interloper, and Lucy would use every ounce of her 14 pounds to beat him up.
After thinking about him and starting to feel badly, I decided to send an email blast to local people in my contact list I thought might be interested. I sent out a short message to 150 people with the subject: Golden Retriever Needs a Home.
I was so excited when I started getting the responses. Several were from people I hadn't emailed but had received the message forwarded to them. A few mentioned the Yankee Golden Retriever Rescue. In total, I received twelve responses.
The response that got to my heart was this:
I would LOVE more info on him. We had to put our Irish Setter down when we moved last winter and we have been talking about getting another Golden. We had a Golden for 17 years when our children were small. We have fabulous references from our long time veterinarian. I have lots of experience working with all kinds of animals - cats, dogs and horses especially. Training is not a problem. I attended puppy training sessions with my Irish Setter. We have a small farm and my horse will be coming home this April so I will be home everyday after work and I have summers off since I am a teacher. I had spoken to a friend who promised me one of her golden puppies this summer but I would prefer a dog that was already house broken and a bit older than a puppy. You can email the info or call my cell at ..........
It was as if she was applying to adopt a child! I was so touched by her email, I thought, this is the family. I immediately got the name and number of the person who had Bear, and left it to them to make the contact.
Four days later they picked him up, took him to the vet for the first time in 18 months and had him groomed to get rid of his flea infestation. He'd had zero training and was afraid of men. An indication to me of abuse or as the lady who had him said "rough handling" by her son-in-law. Apparently her daughter had originally owned him but became overwhelmed and needed to find him another home. Anyone who has ever had a Golden Retriever, especially a male, knows they are an active breed and remain puppies well into their third year. They are also the most lovable, loyal and beautiful dogs.
Bear, who was quickly renamed Ben by his new family, was indeed a 70-pound handful but they reported that he is responding well to training and is very lovable. He loves his new bed, no longer sleeps on the furniture and is a champion frisbee player. I hope to visit them in the next couple months to meet him.
In the meantime, see for yourself. He's a beauty, and it sounds like a match made in doggie heaven!
Because we have two dogs, she thought we might like to have a third. I told her two is our limit. It's not likely Rosey would put up with another interloper, and Lucy would use every ounce of her 14 pounds to beat him up.
After thinking about him and starting to feel badly, I decided to send an email blast to local people in my contact list I thought might be interested. I sent out a short message to 150 people with the subject: Golden Retriever Needs a Home.
I was so excited when I started getting the responses. Several were from people I hadn't emailed but had received the message forwarded to them. A few mentioned the Yankee Golden Retriever Rescue. In total, I received twelve responses.
The response that got to my heart was this:
I would LOVE more info on him. We had to put our Irish Setter down when we moved last winter and we have been talking about getting another Golden. We had a Golden for 17 years when our children were small. We have fabulous references from our long time veterinarian. I have lots of experience working with all kinds of animals - cats, dogs and horses especially. Training is not a problem. I attended puppy training sessions with my Irish Setter. We have a small farm and my horse will be coming home this April so I will be home everyday after work and I have summers off since I am a teacher. I had spoken to a friend who promised me one of her golden puppies this summer but I would prefer a dog that was already house broken and a bit older than a puppy. You can email the info or call my cell at ..........
It was as if she was applying to adopt a child! I was so touched by her email, I thought, this is the family. I immediately got the name and number of the person who had Bear, and left it to them to make the contact.
Four days later they picked him up, took him to the vet for the first time in 18 months and had him groomed to get rid of his flea infestation. He'd had zero training and was afraid of men. An indication to me of abuse or as the lady who had him said "rough handling" by her son-in-law. Apparently her daughter had originally owned him but became overwhelmed and needed to find him another home. Anyone who has ever had a Golden Retriever, especially a male, knows they are an active breed and remain puppies well into their third year. They are also the most lovable, loyal and beautiful dogs.
Bear, who was quickly renamed Ben by his new family, was indeed a 70-pound handful but they reported that he is responding well to training and is very lovable. He loves his new bed, no longer sleeps on the furniture and is a champion frisbee player. I hope to visit them in the next couple months to meet him.
In the meantime, see for yourself. He's a beauty, and it sounds like a match made in doggie heaven!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Sunday Visit with Sookie
Meet Sookie, my friend Carolyn's Boykin Spaniel. She's made of milk chocolate and came in an Easter basket. Just kidding but that's what I think of whenever I see this little girl. This photo is when she was just a pup. She's a big girl now.
Sookie decided she wanted a pet of her own. A toad seemed like a good possibility. So she brought this big, fat one home.
Something just isn't right. This toad doesn't taste too good.
Notice Sookie's foamy mustache. Toad doesn't look like he's feeling too good either. Guess she won't be licking anymore toads!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
The Other Fur Kid, Rosey
Meet Lucy's Big Red Sister, Ambertrail's Cinnamon Rose. Isn't she beautiful? A very sweet dog, but don't let the picture fool you. Rosey is one intense Golden Retriever. Almost 9 years old now, this was taken when Rose was in her prime. She's slowing down but still out there hunting every chance she gets with Paul.
Rosey is from Canada, eh? We wanted a family dog, and he wanted a dog to hunt with. He researched breeders of hunting Golden Retrievers and didn't find many in the U.S. but he found Ambertrail Reg'd in Maxville, Ontario. We drove twice to the kennel just outside of Ottawa; once to see their operation and be 'interviewed' and the second time to pick up Rosey at 7 weeks old.
Trained to his voice, a whistle and hand signals, they hunt upland game and water fowl. Paul trained her himself beginning at 8 weeks. When she is home, she's pretty much a typical Golden but in the field, she's all business. Don't pet me, don't talk to me, just shoot the damned duck and let me go get it! There's always something in the freezer compliments of Rosey such as the pheasant I use in my Perfect Pheasant recipe.
Rosey is from Canada, eh? We wanted a family dog, and he wanted a dog to hunt with. He researched breeders of hunting Golden Retrievers and didn't find many in the U.S. but he found Ambertrail Reg'd in Maxville, Ontario. We drove twice to the kennel just outside of Ottawa; once to see their operation and be 'interviewed' and the second time to pick up Rosey at 7 weeks old.
Trained to his voice, a whistle and hand signals, they hunt upland game and water fowl. Paul trained her himself beginning at 8 weeks. When she is home, she's pretty much a typical Golden but in the field, she's all business. Don't pet me, don't talk to me, just shoot the damned duck and let me go get it! There's always something in the freezer compliments of Rosey such as the pheasant I use in my Perfect Pheasant recipe.
And since Lucy joined the family 4 years ago, we're a two-dog family; something I would never had imagined. Some days when they both get barking and chasing each other around the house (one at 12# and the other at 75#) I just stand there and laugh. Often pains in the butt, they keep us laughing and sure do add a lot to our lives.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Should Have Called Her "Skippy"
Since I mentioned the first Jack Russell Terrier in my life in my Adventures post I thought I should introduce you to THE Jack Russell Terrier in my life: Lucy aka Lucy Poop, Little Bit and Lucy the Jack Russell Terror. Lucy is 12# of dynamite; a typical little dog who's really a big dog in a little dog suit. Totally size blind, Lucy will charge the biggest dog in the crowd only to turn and run away screaming like a little girl when the big dog turns around.
She was 7 months old when she came to us 3 years ago. A client was moving and couldn't keep her. I had already gotten to know Lucy while I was selling the house and immediately said "we'll take her!" We already had Rosey, a 2 1/2 year old Golden Retriever, so I had to say that if Rosey couldn't adjust, we couldn't keep Lucy but I don't think I could have ever taken her back.
I tell her all the time that she is the luckiest dog in the world. She's got us all wrapped around her little paw. She's got 2 acres to chase squirrels & chipmunks around and has Rosey, her big red sister who puts up with her antics on a daily basis. She loves peanut butter (shoulda called her Skippy) and waits patiently every morning to share Paul's coffee and cereal. In short, she's a brat.
She was 7 months old when she came to us 3 years ago. A client was moving and couldn't keep her. I had already gotten to know Lucy while I was selling the house and immediately said "we'll take her!" We already had Rosey, a 2 1/2 year old Golden Retriever, so I had to say that if Rosey couldn't adjust, we couldn't keep Lucy but I don't think I could have ever taken her back.
I tell her all the time that she is the luckiest dog in the world. She's got us all wrapped around her little paw. She's got 2 acres to chase squirrels & chipmunks around and has Rosey, her big red sister who puts up with her antics on a daily basis. She loves peanut butter (shoulda called her Skippy) and waits patiently every morning to share Paul's coffee and cereal. In short, she's a brat.
Friday, April 10, 2009
About Me
Hello, my name is Sandy and welcome to my blog, It's a Jungle Out There.
For the last ten years I have been a full-time real estate agent working with clients in Rhode Island and Massachusetts. I started in business after retiring from 25 years in human resources. I love my work in real estate because I meet people from many different places and all walks of life, and I love learning about new people. I am married and am blessed to be part of a wonderful family which includes two stepchildren and five terrific grandchildren.
A big part of my life involves community service. In addition to my career in real estate, I also run a local Christmas charity for children of needy families and serve as a member of my town's juvenile hearing board. For the last 30+ years I have also dabbled in genealogical research and am proud to be a direct descendant of Reverend John Robinson, Pastor to the Pilgrims.
I love to read anything and everything and am a member of a Book Club. My husband, Paul, and I share our house with two crazy dogs: Lucy, a Jack Russell Terrier and Rosey, a Golden Retriever, both of whom I'm sure you will hear lots more about. Paul and I love to travel and I hope to share some of those stories, too.
When I thought about becoming a blogger, my intentions were to share some insight into the real estate market and provide some general information about buying or selling a home. For that information please visit my real estate blog at Rhode Island Real Estate. Along the way I hope to also blog about our travels, town and life in general!
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you will again!
Sandy
For the last ten years I have been a full-time real estate agent working with clients in Rhode Island and Massachusetts. I started in business after retiring from 25 years in human resources. I love my work in real estate because I meet people from many different places and all walks of life, and I love learning about new people. I am married and am blessed to be part of a wonderful family which includes two stepchildren and five terrific grandchildren.
A big part of my life involves community service. In addition to my career in real estate, I also run a local Christmas charity for children of needy families and serve as a member of my town's juvenile hearing board. For the last 30+ years I have also dabbled in genealogical research and am proud to be a direct descendant of Reverend John Robinson, Pastor to the Pilgrims.
I love to read anything and everything and am a member of a Book Club. My husband, Paul, and I share our house with two crazy dogs: Lucy, a Jack Russell Terrier and Rosey, a Golden Retriever, both of whom I'm sure you will hear lots more about. Paul and I love to travel and I hope to share some of those stories, too.
When I thought about becoming a blogger, my intentions were to share some insight into the real estate market and provide some general information about buying or selling a home. For that information please visit my real estate blog at Rhode Island Real Estate. Along the way I hope to also blog about our travels, town and life in general!
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you will again!
Sandy
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