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Oh gosh Oxy ~ So sorry to hear about your ankle and your lost dog. I hope it turns out to be a sprain and not a break. Next time the 13th is on a Friday, maybe you should consider staying in bed for the day.
Could you check with the local animal control people to see if anyone has turned in a jack russell? It is so hard not knowing what has happened. I’m so sorry.
Sorry, Oxy 🙁 What a horrible week. I hope you find your dog and I hope your ankle isn’t broken! 🙁
Good Lawdy Oxy,
Please stay seated!
Friday the 13th is my lucky day! It is my brother’s birthday that past away in 09. He was born April 13.
I’m so sorry you have suffered this day! You are a strong person Oxy. You will prevail. This shit is nothing compared to what you’ve been thru. Love ya!
Thanks guys!
Milo, our “animal control” in this area is a deputy with a rifle that shoots strays that are aggressive if the person who complains isn’t willing or able to “control” them….we have a volunteer shelter in the county seat but not likely he would be there it is 30 miles away.
I have one neighbor that shoots any dog he sees crossing his land, even if they are not hurting anything (like the Jack Russell could or would) but I won’t go over there and knock on that door. That is the same guy that sued me because the plane my husband was in “trespassed” on his land to crash and he needed $50K to make him feel better about it he was so upset. (he didn’t get a cent)
Yea, I never put any “stock” in Friday the 13th, but from now on I will lay low the entire WEEK. LOL This little dog was one I took because his original mom who had been married to a psychopath and had 2 psychopathic sons, was having to run for her life because her Ex was getting out of prison and was determined to come back to her. He was a buddy of Patrick’s. she was disabled and had a total income of less than $600 a month and couldn’t even afford to feed the poor dog, and so I took him right at the time I had to ‘run” and hide. He laid by my side every night while I cried myself to sleep, or nested up against my leg while I cried and typed on to LF….I’d said I never would have another dog in the house, much less sleeping with me, but you should never name the well from which you will not drink!
That summer I lost two of my dogs and my 32 year old horse in addition to everything else that happened. Seems like it never rains, but pours. But you know, the sadness over something like this is “normal” every day “life.” It isn’t like there is someone gloating over my sadness…or that tried to make me sad and said “oh, I know what I’ll do to make Joyce sad” This is just normal every day things that happens. If you love something or someone you can’t always keep it forever. There comes a time that your paths diverge, but you can keep the memories and come to acceptance of the loss, but enjoy the memories.
What’s the old saying “better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all.” There never will be a person who loves us like our dogs do…or thinks we are as wonderful. Dogs have masters, cats have staff.
Hey Milo,
good to “see” you again.
I guess you were on your road trip?
How did it go?
There have been a couple of times I’ve been wanting to share a link with you, in the last few days but then I realized you were gone.
I’ll see if I can find them again. It was about autism.
Oxy, sorry you had such a shitty week. I’m sorry you lost your dog. I hope he’ll still turn up. The loss of a ‘comrade’ who helped you through hard times and shared your life is harsh, but not knowing feels worse.
The way you described your neighbour who sued for the plane crashing on his property and shooting dogs… my grandfather’s neighbour was a horrid selfish guy who kept rabbits, and placed out straps in his garden. Our cat normally stayed at our grandparents when we were on holiday for three weeks. And one summer he got caught in a trap, and went missing for several days. Luckily he managed to escape the trap without the loss of his leg. But we never let our cat stay there anymore. As for the neighbour, he stubbornly went on his roof during a big storm and died accidentally. Nobody else of the neighbours felt sorry for that.
Thanks Darwin’smom, Bud wasn’t bad to stray off the farm, he was a house dog but we let him out to go to the bathroom in the mornings and outside with us during the day. Son D was ill on Wednesday and I had hurt my leg and hadn’t slept well the night before so I took a nap on Wednesday afternoon and slept til 1:30 a.m. when I got up and saw that only one of the dogs was inside where they usually sleep, but went back to bed and slept til 10:00 the next morning and got up to realize he was not in the house, or outside either.
We have a county full of “oil field trash” that are not local folks, but have come here to work and have no roots in the community. I’ve had people try to buy Bud from me before as a squirrel dog, though actually he would not make a good squirrel dog, he is the breed to be…he won’t bark on a tree, though he chases the squirrels up the tree. So it is possible someone saw him at the edge of the pasture and he would jump in the truck with anyone. I didn’t find him on the road dead or laying anywhere around the farm, but it is also possible he got snake bitten and crawled off somewhere to die. We killed a large cotton mouth the other day. Not knowing what happened to him is the toughest part. And self blame for going to sleep and leaving him outside as well.
We lost him once before when he had not yet been neutered, but he doesn’t chase females any more, and was really good to stay around the house, barn or hangar, or in the edge of the field. Our other house dog seems like she wants to tell us where he is but doesn’t know how to. She isn’t eating and is very lethargic. Our other outside dogs are always kenneled unless we have them in our eye sight because we know they will roam if not watched. (they are hunting dogs and will take off after a deer or coon so can’t be trusted unsupervised)
Yea, it has been a carpy week all together. But this too shall pass, so will just do what I have to do to get through it all. Thanks for the kind thoughts. ((hugs)))
Oxy,
Just so we’re clear, you lost your dog and sprained you ankle on Wednesday the 11th, not Friday the 13th. There is nothing magical about things happening on Friday the 13th.
Started wabbling a little when reading about your dog because it reminded me of our beloved, late Siberian husky.
They’re the worst watch dogs in the world. They think everybody who visits is there to see them and to make matters worse, let them off their leashes and they bolt. Those dogs have to run. We were always running after him.
We live maybe 1/4 mile away from a pond. During the summer, people come there all the time to fish. It’s a lovely place. Nicely wooded, quiet, with a peaceful road.
One day, the dog took off and we couldn’t find him anywhere. We ended up reporting it to the police station because there is a very stiff fine if they find your dog and you don’t know it got loose. (A curse of living in suburbia.)
We were walking back into the house when the phone rang. It was the police. Right after we left, somebody from the town next to us showed up at the police station with a Siberian dog in the back of their SUV. They were fishing at the pond, the car doors were opened, and guess who jumped in and took a seat eager for a ride?
They love him. They took him home, but decided he was too tame and in too good a condition not to be somebody’s pet. Somebody would miss him and was probably already conducting a search. They took him to our police station because the dog jumped into their car in our town.
I hope you find your dog. If I lived near you, I’d take two kittens, probably one black and one white. I know you promised about not bobbing their tails, but I am such a cat lover. I have to make sure the babies are OK.
We’ve had a few cats leave the house and never return. I know that we have coyotes and I’ve assumed the worst EXCEPT one day, one of our long-lost cats showed up in our backyard. I called her name and she came right in and went straight to the food dish. She had been gone for years. She didn’t stay, but it most definitely was her and she was very alive.
Also, next to the pond, there is another street where people live. Somebody made a complaint that a woman was hoarding cats. They found 15 or 17 cats in her house, all in good health, the home was fine, and the papers that the police did look at were up to date for shots. However…I have to wonder if any of the 15 or 17 cats belong to me.
So, we fear the worst, but it doesn’t always happen.
G1S I really don’t “believe” in Friday the 13ths being “jinxed” but it sure seems to be this year! Jan 13th was when I hurt my ankle the first time, and the week of Friday the 13th this time I hurt it again and we lost the dog!
I hope he comes home but I doubt it…I’ve checked all the neighbors except crazy Bob’s and run all the ditches and haven’t found him hurt or dead…so will keep up hope, but not counting on anything.
Yea, the kitties are cute with their extra toes…I was surprised that they were not spotted…I imagine (but don’t know for sure) that the daddy is the black and white tom that lived here for a while and then moved on but is seen around from time to time. The mom is gray (thus the name “Mouse”) but her litter sister “Cat” is multicolored and spotted. When they were little I was afraid to turn them loose in the barn because I was afraid they would wander off so I took an old chest freezer, took the lid off and put a screen door on the top of it. Put a “house” made out of a card board box in it, and a tree limb for them to climb on, and a litter pan and it was the “cat house” we would stand and watch them play for hours they were so cute! When they got big enough that I thought they’d be okay to let out we took them out and turned them loose in the barn. It is a perfect kittie play ground. They are so acrobatic and climb in the rafters of the barn, they like it up high on the second story. Amazes me how they can walk on thin rails.
Aren’t the chances of something bad happening in the week containing the 13th one in four? There are only four weeks in a month. No matter.
I have a black and white cat whose markings look like a cow’s so she was already named Moo when we inherited her.
The cat house sounds cute. I’m sure they were very contented.
Did you ever see the program about a couple in California, both artists, who turned their whole house into a cat playground? There are ramps and perches all over the place and they cut holes in the walls so the catwalks could go through them.