On Hiatus

I’ll be going off the grid for a lil while because my lil doggie Dyson is sick yet again.  He now has a large mass tumor that needs to be removed but, he can’t have the surgery  because his platelet count has fallen (again) so, we have to build it back up before he can have surgery.

My kids are nervous because we just lost Sassie last year and can’t bear the thought of losing him…neither can I.

So, I’m taking care of my furry baby right now but I’ll be back once he’s stable.

Love,

Bayoucreole

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My House Guest.

Lately, it’s been pretty cold and damp here in NOLA. Yesterday, NavySeal was getting ready to bring our son to school and we had someone looking for shelter from the cold and rain at our door. I had never seen her before but, she had such a friendly disposition about her.

I hear him yelling, “Ali, come to the door”

I go to the door and there she is looking at me with those darned eyes.

If they’re the window to her soul, she has a good one.

She’s cold, wet, limping

and she’s licking my hand.

We let her in and begin to look her over,

she’s well kept, even smells of doggie cologne.

Her nails are freshly cut…

she’s loved and she’s lost.

She has a collar but, no tags.

We’ve never seen her before so, we don’t know where to begin to look for her owners.

So, NS gets on the internet and contacts ARNO(Animal Rescue of New Orleans)

No SPCA for  her…we don’t do kill shelters.

No answer at ARNO.

We get in the car and drive down there,

with her.

She’s as cool as a cucumber,

she rides in the car better than my dog that I’ve been having since he was 8 weeks old.

He becomes a total donkey in the car!

We get there and they scan her for a microchip…she doesn’t have any.

Y’all microchip ya pets PLEASE!

They can’t keep her. They’re swamped  because,it’s cold and wet.

I guess animals look for shelter like people do in these conditions.

The guy at the shelter looks at her and says, he thinks she’s a Ridgeback.

I’d never heard of that breed before.

They took a picture of her and said they’d put it on facebook and petfinder but,

I don’t think her people are gonna look for her on there.

They asked if we could keep her for a few days so, they could try to locate a foster home.

What am I gonna say…no?

So now, I have a house guest for a few days.

She isn’t limping anymore so, that’s good.

I wish I could find her owner though

I’m sure they’re missing her.

I know I would if, she was mine.

She’s a good girl.

 

Letter to the dog lover about…that dog

Hey Neighbor,

I hear your dog ran away….the one that you let stay outside in the freezing cold and rain for 4 days and nights last winter. Yeah, that dog.  He was so cold and wet when I saw him, he looked as if he was going to die.  I hear someone brought him inside, gave him a bath, food and water and introduced him to their pack.

The same dog who was out in this southern heat  last summer and you gave him no water to drink and no shade from the sun…yeah, that dog.  We put fresh water out three times a day so,he could stop drinking that dirty sewer water.

The same dog who was scavenging for food, the one you all never spoke to. The one who was hit , had a broken paw and you all never got him medical attention for it. The same dog who woke me up 5:00 a.m. yelping.  When I looked out the window, I saw you standing over him with your fist in the air…ready to strike  him again. Yeah, that dog.

Well, I’m sorry. I can’t help you but. I hear he’s doing ok.

I hear he’s being treated like royalty now.  He has food and water and treats every day.  He has all of his shots and gets all the belly rubs he could ever want!  He doesn’t worry about the cold and rain anymore because, I hear he’s inside where it’s safe and warm. That dude even jumps in the bed and chills out as if he owns it…I hear.

He’s happy and he’s loved…at least, that’s what I hear.

So, don’t worry your dog abusing self about  him.

I hear he’s doing  JUST FINE.

Our Sassy Is Dying.

I just found out that my beloved cocker spaniel (Sassy) has cancer of the lungs and esophagus.  My husband noticed a lump in her throat last week and I noticed that she has been breathing rather heavy lately.  After they ran a few tests, we were hit with the results and I gotta tell ya…I’m feeling a funny kind of way about it.  Having to handle an impending death in the family is never easy and my Sassy is not “just a pet”…she’s a member of the family.

We haven’t told the kids yet…I’m trying to find the heart.  Sassy is 11 years old and when we got her the kids were 5 and 7 years old…they grew up with her.  My son wanted a dog and so I went to the pet store and picked her out of a litter of spaniel pups.  She won my heart because, while the other pups were scurrying away from me…she came right up to me and bit me on the finger.  My response, “I’ll take her.”  I love a chick with balls…lol.

She’s my little Katrina Survivor, having stayed in the house for a month alone (they refused to let my dad take her when they rescued him)  did a month in a rescue shelter before we located her and drove cross-country to pick her up.

Right now, it’s not too bad…she has moments of difficult breathing but, we’ve found that she breathes better when she’s not on the floor so, she’s in the bed with hubby and me.

I just want her to be as comfortable as possible until she isn’t anymore so, she’s having her way.

Living her final days the way SHE wants to…where ever she needs to be to feel better…until she doesn’t anymore.

Watching a family member deteriorate before your eyes is hard…and she’s a big part of our pack.

I just want to be there for her the way she’s been there for us.

I know I could never measure up to the unconditional love and protection that she’s given but…I’m damned sure gonna try.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SASSY!

divas-0021Today is my baby’s birthday.  Her name is Sassy and she is my black cocker spaniel.  Sassy is a Katrina Survivor  and we are so blessed to have her back from that ordeal that we really spoil her way more than we need to but, after all she’s gone through she deserves it.

When we left to evacuate for the storm, we left her to stay with my father who did not evacuate (yeah, I know already.) No one knew the damned levees would fail okay? Anyway, when the levees broke and the flood waters came in, my father had to be rescued out of the house. He was on the second floor and had two tubs filled with water and plenty of food for Sassy so they were alright until…they did not let him take her.  That’s right, Sassy was forced to stay at the home alone.  My father ripped opened the big bag of dog food and put in on the floor so she’d have access to food and the tubs were her water source.  Problem was, the water stayed in the house for three weeks so, Sassy was in the home alone with no lights or anything for three weeks. I am sure she was wondering what the hell happened to her pack(they rescued my dad August31st and we picked her up in Oct), she had food and water though and was still inside so I am sure that is what saved her.

After the water resided and people were able to move around the city more, my neighbor had passed the house and noticed Sassy in the downstairs front window.  There were some animal rescue folks in the area so, he called them over to go rescue Sassy.  The rescue people were Pasado from Washington and they took her to Lamar-Dixon in Gonzales, Louisiana.  In the interim, we had actively been on animal websites trying to get any kind of information about rescued animals and things were looking bleak.  There were so many animals and so many black cocker spaniels named Sassy (just when you think you’re original..not) that we thought we’d never find her or if we did, she’d be in the house not alive.

Well, as blessings would have it, my brother ran into my neighbor and was told that Sassy was rescued and I was able to contact my neighbor and get all of the information regarding her where abouts.  They had moved her from Gonzales, Louisiana to Raceland, Louisiana and we were literally cross country in Spokane, Washington but once we found out where she was, we drove all the way down to get her.

When we arrived there, the poor baby was still in shock. I walked over to her kennel and she way lying there looking sad and depressed, food uneaten.  I leaned down and said, “hey girl.”  She looked at me and slowly walked to the front of the kennel and gave me a little, gentle lick on the back of my hand.  My husband leaned down and said, “hey Sassy.”  She looked at him and growled.  It was a small “grrr” that probably meant,” Where the hell has your ass been dammit!”  She’s a daddy girl so, I understand that language. She had to fuss at him a bit. They had taken really good care of her at Pasado and I am so grateful for those wonderful rescue workers. They are truly angels on earth.  We packed our baby up  and put her in the car and felt like our family had been glued whole again.  That’s a day I’ll always remember, the day we got our Sassy back.

SO, HAPPY 9TH BIRTHDAY SASSY!!!!

Thank you for your unconditional love and protection for me and the entire family!!