Walt Disney adventure

Breed a Deerhound with a terrier, you get a Derriere. True to the end!

Breed a Bulldog with a Shih Tzu and you get a Bullshitz.

Breed a Pointer with an Irish Setter, you get a Pointsetter. A traditional Christmas Pet. ~Good Dog! magazine

This past week has been filled with entertainment only an animal lover can appreciate.  Along with our two dogs, we have been caring for a Goldendoodle and two Burmese.  The Goldendoodle, a 76.8 lb. half Golden Retriever and half Poodle, and the two cats, weights unknown, are visiting for a brief spell from the city.  The guest canine’s, Reiley, stay was planned in advance, and the felines’, Tate and Toby, were brought out here on the spur-of-the-moment by me, gran.   I had been asked to check in on the cats while the owner, my daughter, was away; however, upon my first visit, I decided to get the carriers and haul them back home.  Being considerate, I emailed my daughter to get her permission, but by the time she contacted me, all three of us were in my little roadster headed to the country.  I had answered the hands-free phone and the only instruction given was don’t let them get outside. When I arrived at the house with the boys, who are also good friends of Reiley’s,  I expected a show of four-legged pals greeting each other with gusto, but instead, all were nonplussed about the meeting. Tate and Toby went to their favorite spot, shown in the following photo.

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Are we comfortable yet?

Reiley, always a good sport, became a bonafide country boy and earned the admiration of our 9 year old Rottie mix and 3 year old Shepherd mix a few days ago.  My husband, myself, and the three dogs were outside doing what we do, when suddenly I heard my husband yell, they’re after a coyote! I turned to find Doogie leading the charge with Reiley and Trixie following and giving chase to the wily canis latrans. I proceeded to run out to the field with the hope of calling them back.  Instead, my frantic attempt was interpreted as a rallying war cry. The three dogs excitedly continued on across the undulating terrain and disappeared from sight.  Doogie and Reiley were spotted gallavanting onto our neighbors’ field, while Trixie, wise for her years, stopped at the property line.  Just as I threw my arms up in resignation, I saw all three slowly and quietly returning across the field.  All three, resembling weary soldiers, had an air about them.  Their job was done.  They had bonded.

How did I know Reiley’s weight?  We decided to take him to the vet, when we saw him favor his left front paw.  It was a mild sprained ankle, but it can come with the territory of enjoying a Walt Disney adventure.

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Reiley recuperating from his new found experience while keeping watch on the cows across the road.

solicitude

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.  ~Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858

orchid

My daughter gave me a potted orchid for Mother’s Day.  I love receiving a plant as a gift, especially one that I normally wouldn’t buy for myself.  I’m touched that I’m entrusted to care for blooms and/or foliage that have a delicate nature.  Since acquiring the above plant, a cattleya also called the Queen of Orchids, I have amassed some basic knowledge to, hopefully, keep the lovely bloom thriving.   This particular orchid originally grows on top of trees, therefore it needs to completely dry in between watering.  When watered, it must be early morning and great care must be given to not allow water drops on the leaves.  Any water must be gently absorbed with a paper towel.  Should any leaves turn yellow, and I will admit a few have, then watering should cease for another week.  The cattleya requires light but not too much to burn the leaves.  Southern exposure is good if there is a light filter. If the leaves are too dark,  there isn’t enough light.  Every day I check the status of my potted orchid to determine if I need to make any adjustments.  I was surprised to read that repotting is only every two to three years, because the orchid prefers its roots to be snug.  It’s interesting to note that the orchid, which is regarded as needing exceptional skill in growing, so I have been told, also will fail to prosper if given too much fussing.  It will be trial and error,  but I welcome the challenge in finding the balance.