Emperors, Socks, and Adopted Dogs
Daily Draw October 14th, 2012
Holy cow, where have I been, it’s the 14th already!
I have been knitting socks….
I am just about to turn the heel.
I adopted a 9 year-old dog from a dog shelter. He was dumped back in August and was at the shelter for about 5 weeks before they put him up for adoption. No one wanted him. It looks like he was outside a lot because his “chocolate” fur looked more like the bronze hair of a Chow-Chow. The shelter staff called him Murphy, which I liked, so we are keeping that name.
He has not had any veterinary care and seems to have an ear infection and a few other problems, so we are off to our vet with him tomorrow.
I spent a few hours pulling dead red hair out of him and giving him a medicated bath. He is well trained and pretty good, just old and stiff.
I figure he will fit in here nicely and we’ll have a friendly Lab for a couple of years after everyone telling us we couldn’t take care of a dog because we couldn’t afford the $400 to $1500 purchase price. Nonsense. This little man is going to have a good life and be much loved. He was free, but will need some veterinary costs and possible supplements and medications.
I understand how animal control and rescue people get fed up with people whining about their prices, but I also know people who can afford $1500 for a dog only to chain it in the yard sitting in its own feces and urine, not having fresh water or attention and company, and never being washed and groomed or taken to the vet.
EMPEROR (Guinea Pig)
I like the way the background of this card echoes the Japanese flag and Emperor during World War II.
Oh yeah, don’t listen to The Man when he tells you that you are too poor to take care of a living creature. Prove him wrong.
My husband was away at a boy’s weekend at a cottage for 3 days. When he got home it was like I didn’t exist. Apart from being alone for 3 days this time, I am alone most of the time. It gets a bit tiresome. The Emperor in his blindness. Blah. That’s why god made double pointed needles: so you can knit socks and listen to jazz with rescue dogs at your feet, and never be truly lonely.
It’s a Zen thing.