Raven’s Pail

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Raven’s made me think outside the box…the vocal box, that is. I’ve used my voice to try to quiet her down, but I have found a very simple instrument that helps tremendously and doesn’t require straining my vocal chords. It’s a drinking pail and a butter knife. Clank clank clank!

When Raven is screaming in her crate, I clang the knife in the pot, and she doesn’t like that. Frankly, I don’t either, but it works better than squirting her or screaming my lungs out. And when I open the back door to let her out now, I use my new hallowed drum, and it not only keeps Raven at bay till I am ready to let her out, it keeps everyone else in order. No more crowding the door! No more knocking the human over!

Mark one for Helen today!

Lily back home

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Lily came back home today, and is back to being a princess.

And things are happening the way they should be happening once again.

We have a picture of what was dropped out here, but nothing in it contains a rawhide or obstruction-like material. The mystery remains.

Lily out of the woods

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Evidently Lily passed the item in her stomach into her intestines over night. The vet thinks she is safe now, so Lily is home again. I asked her owner to get a picture of what came out. Not sure if that will be known or not. The item was presumed to be a rawhide. Yikes. I’ve fed the dogs I’ve had since having dogs rawhides. This puts a damper on my tradition. Will have to think about this tomorrow, when I hope we get a picture.

Thank you for your prayers.

Lily in trouble

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Lily is a beautiful Dobie girl of a good friend of mine. Lily has an obstruction, and has been throwing up most of the day. Her veterinarian has taken x-rays of her throughout the day, and believes the obstruction is moving, but it may not be moving fast enough. Lily may need surgery tomorrow morning, so please keep her in your prayers. She’s a good buddy of my friend’s, and is dearly loved. Don’t we all know how loving our dogs feels and when they are under the weather, well, that feeling is outrageously painful and frustrating for the human. Prayers help. So please help.

Lily, her mom, and I thank you.

Dogs, ESP, and the Paranormal

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Does your dog have ESP?

There is an interesting website I came across today – testing your dog for specific extrasensory perception skills.

http://www.opensourcescience.net/index.php?title=Can_Dogs_Anticipate:Participate

Excerpt from the above linked website: “Do you and your dog have a special connection? Does your dog seem to know when you’re coming home, even at odd hours? If so, your dog will be a great candidate for our experiment, and our $1,000 prize offered to dog owners who successfully participate.”

I heard about this from Tracie Hotchner of the Dog Talk Radio show. I downloaded the show on 9/29/07.

http://www.traciehotchner.com/dt/podcast.htm

Baby is not one to do this sort of thing. When I came home, in the olden days when it was just Baby and me, I’d have to search out Baby when I walked in the door, and oftentimes she’d be in the little room sleeping on the futon…looking a little perturbed that I had disturbed her beauty sleep.

Meanwhile, lately Baby’s been seeing an angel hanging out at our house. Just like my Tucker, an English Springer Spaniel who saw and barked at an entity regularly months before my mom died. Baby will look up at the corner of the ceiling and stare.

A few nights ago when I opened the back door to let everyone out. The dogs usually charge out the door, but this time, they congregated by the back door and wouldn’t leave more than two feet away. Not even with my coaxing. Someone was letting off fireworks, but that is not unusual and hasn’t stopped my fur kids from venturing out.

The next night, there was a similar incident. This time, one of my dogs ventured out to the back of the yard with me. Out of my peripheral vision I saw something. When I turned, I saw a momentary white flash – just like the ghostly apparations described in literature – the flowing sheet sort of figure, but it was transparent. And then it was gone. That is when I decided to join the rest of the pack by the back door, so I nonchalantly scrammed over to them along with my brave sidekick, who followed.

The next day, I smudged the house and territory with sage. We haven’t had a problem, if that is what it was, since then.

My dogs are not predictors of my arrival home that I am aware of. I do my best to sneak up on them so they don’t bark a welcome for me till they hear the key jangle in the door. But they are certainly good at recognizing visitors of the paranormal kind.