Sara is trying to take a nap. The situation at our house right now is a little much for her to take so she's covering her eyes and trying to ignore us all.
Why is Sara so disturbed? Well, let me explain a little bit and see if you can't get the idea.
Remember our friends that come to stay once in a while? Cricket on the right and Jackson on the left.
Well, they're visiting again. Which means that we have four (count 'em, 1, 2, 3, 4) good sized dogs in our little cottage. This in and of itself would be enough to drive any cat to the edge of reason.
Thus we have this:
Two very dirty, very wet dogs that have been romping through lagoony (is that a word?) lake water and MUD PUDDLES!!! In this photo, they are confined to the porch until they dry off enough to brush and bathe.
I quickly discovered (on day two of very similar events) that brushing then bathing them doesn't curb the behaviour. Shocking, I know! But what do I know about water dogs? I've got northern dogs who know better than to get in water lest they freeze.
We've come to a compromise, though, those water dogs and I. They can jump into any stinky water source they like, as long as they are resigned to being held in the drying area (er, porch) until they are dry enough to be allowed in the house. It seems to be working and saves me a lot of stress and energy trying to keep them clean and smelling fresh. Live and learn, my friends, live and learn. Sara is learning to live with it, too!
While I'm here talking about dogs, I've had a few people ask me about Emmett's story, so I thought I'd share today what I know about his life before we met him. If you are at all squeamish about animals being mistreated, then please stop here.
This is my beautiful boy. He's named for the kid's book, Emmett Otter's Jugband Christmas and I call him "Emmett Otter" when he's being naughty.
In this pic, you can see the mark across his nose and the cloudiness of one eye. These are just a few of the scars left on my wee boy by his first humans.
The mark on his nose is from his muzzle being tied shut. The damage to his eye is from a severe beating and the resultant inflamation that left him blind on the left.
His front legs were tied together at the elbow and wrist equivalents and there are scars at these points, too. He is quite deformed still from it. This leaves him very tippy when he runs and walks. There is a tumour behind his right elbow from the restriction of blood flow by the bindings.
He very weak in the back end because he didn't get a lot of (any?) exercise. He lived in a basement where he was forced to find a way to stay out of his own feces and urine, all while being bound in the front. He is still very, very eager for food and water because he probably never knew when he would see it again.
The Prince Albert S. P. C. A. rescued him on May 24th and I adopted him on June 13th. He still had a few scabs on his head and side from his last beating when I came for him. Since then he's been neutered, vaccinated and seen a few specialists to help with his conditions.
Despite all of these things, he is the sweetest, funniest, most playful boy! He loves to tease Reuben (and me!) and is so smart that he already knows more than half the commands I use with Reuben. He trusts everyone and his tail goes constantly when he meets new people.
I am the luckiest dog-mum in the world because I have the privilege of being able to welcome this baby into our home. It makes me cry when I think about how much love lives in our house!!!
Thanks to those of you who asked to know more about him. He's such a lovely, special boy that I love to tell his amazing story of survival and how much better things are getting for him every day.
Happy Dog Days of Summer to you all! M