Isn't it amazing, the things you can find in someone's front yard? There's just something about desert dwellers when it comes to garden ornaments. I know some of you remember Graham, who lived in Namibia, and sadly stopped posting to his blog. Graham, a great photographer, would travel around the African desert taking pictures and then sharing them with his blogger friends.
The pictures were marvellous, covering things left behind or used as the most fantastic garden ornaments you could ever hope to see. And then, of course, there were the animals. Graham, I wish you would know how missed you are in bloggerland.
I have wanted to take pictures of these red rocks that I see from the road when I drive home through the canyon. This is as close as I could get and I'm not thrilled with the pictures. More thrilled with the fact that I tried. And that I feel more and more like I want to bring my camera along again.
My computer messed up again and I had to call Greg, the computer guy. I learned a couple of things from him this time. Simple stuff that I should have known, and now will know for the future. A couple of years ago, I bought an inexpensive photo printer but I never installed it. Since my other printer was old, I asked Greg to set the new one up for me, which he did. It's actually really nice and I know I will enjoy it.
I had a lightbulb go off in my brain about the Follower issue I wrote about earlier. I think it goes like this:
It will say Unfollow in your own blue box below your followers' pictures.
It will also say Unfollow in any blue box belonging to a blogger that you already follow.
If you are not following someone, it will say Follow in their blue box. So you can just click it to follow that person's blog.
Because I have been on blogger since 2009 and have had the policy to follow the blog of anyone who wants to follow mine, there are a whole lot of blogs that I follow but never visit any more. Every now and then I go through and clean up a bit, but that's been a long time ago now.
You may not be interested in any of this, but I just wanted to let you know that I figured it out. Probably in my sleep. Finally, this does not solve the problem that you can no longer click on a person's picture to reach their blog. You must leave a comment in order to be found. Should you wish to be found.
Samson is well again, back on his table and in charge of Faith and me. I'm back to giving him eye drops only once a day. As it turns out, he didn't gain any weight at all, but weighed in at 78.5 lbs at the last vet visit. I hope to get him down to 75 or so. He is very large for a Samoyed. Because of his immune issues, he will not get the rattlesnake vaccine. He never had any problems with it before, but the vet didn't want to give it to him this year. I walk Samson on a leash, so he should be OK.
Not so Faith, who runs all over the place and now has a problem of her own. All of a sudden, she can't jump into the Jeep! I'm sure it's more won't than can't, but still. I should have taken her for some fun trips, not just to the vet, but I haven't.
Ive been thinking about this for a while: If either of them became really ill or injured, I wouldn't be able to get them into the Jeep because 35 lbs is now my lift limit. So I broke down and ordered a ramp from Drs. Foster and Smith. I like their catalog and prices, and I get the dogs' medicines from them. The ramp has been a bit delayed in getting here, but I'll let you know how the ramp training progresses once I get it.
Thank you so much for all the hugs I got in your comments on Saturday. You have been wonderful friends through the difficult times and the fun ones too. I am doing really well, waking up feeling happy again. So all is well here in the canyon and I hope in your world as well.
Many years ago when Samson was a young dog, he flipped Soldier (above) into a hole in the dog yard and injured him severely. We almost put Soldier out of his painful misery, but he proved to be a fighter. With the help of our vet, pain meds, and blogger friend Terry in Colorado, who sent the harness pictured here, Soldier fought on and lived for a couple of more years.
Faith, who once was this little, and now weighs around 52 lbs, (and is not just the sweet Lab she appears to be) has flipped 80 lb Samson several times.
The last time she did it, she injured him. A man came, heavens forbid, a man! Well it was the computer guy and I didn't realize a man would equal about one coyote or two dogs in her mind. So in a fit of misplaced agression, she flipped Samson and shoved him into the fence.
Samson is so kind, he never bites her, no matter what. Fortunately, by now, he has figured out he can take refuge in the dog house, seen in the corner above. She can't get to him there, so it is working out for now.
How young he was in this picture! I guess Errol and I were supposed to use the table, but Samson took it over and we never argued with him about it. So to my mind, it has always been Samson's table. The table is a place from where he can see better, and, perhaps, feel more secure.
Well, not only did Samson get injured, he also became ill at the beginning of March. So for a while, he couldn't easily get up on the table.
And, as it does in nature, the instinct to take over, to become dominant kicked in; Faith saw her opportunity and took it.
Not only is she on the table, she's bringing her balls and toys out and placing them on the table as well. And I have been so upset! I don't like this at all. As soon as Samson got better, I encouraged him to get up on the table again. And he has. No fights have taken place over the table, but I sense a changing of the guard.
She's up there so much more than she used to be and he, sweet dog that he is, lets her have it. He doesn't seem to mind, the same way he didn't mind when she came here and promptly stole every last toy, every bone he used to chew on, even Gracie 2, the toy dog he loved so, she chewed her up too. Samson took it all in stride. He's probably wiser than I because I am a bit upset about it all. A changing of the guard. She will be three in a few weeks, he will be eight in July.
There are so many interesting places out in the high desert of California. Mary and I came upon this rusty shed on our way back from the poppy preserve. I thought, wow, so much rust here, so great for my new idea for rusty posts. The old shed is only the beginning, there was enough stuff to the right of it for at least two more posts.
Stockholm, my beautiful hometown, you and your people are in my thoughts. I am sorry for the lives lost, for those injured, for their relatives and friends who lost so much.
Still, the people of Sweden will not blame all Muslims for one evil deed. The people of Sweden will not close their hearts and their arms to those in need. The people of Sweden will not let terror ruin their lives. Of that I am sure.
No words necessary for this post, except perhaps to explain that I just love pictures like the one above of Mary's cowboy boots. Mary has had horses most of her life and currently boards two at her place. So no wonder she has the best collection of boots I've ever seen. They are not all cowboy boots, they come in all varieties. In addition to my Rust pictures, I may have to add a series of Mary's Boots pictures. Also, since it was overcast many poppies decided to close up and take naps, or so it seemed. They were perhaps not at their most gorgeous, but I loved them, loved the place, loved being out with a good friend, having fun.
On our trip yesterday, I also took some roadtrip pictures and managed to capture a place with a rusty barn and yard full of rust. Can you tell I'm beginning to get blog inspired again?
A somewhat strange post title, I know. It came about because I'm looking for something creative to add to my blog. So why not rust? I have a few pictures of rust already with plenty more rusty things laying around here in various fields and other inappropriate places. We'll see, at least I won't have to go far to take the pictures.
Then I have a question about new followers. When someone decides to follow my blog, I want to follow their blog as well. This seems to me to be the right thing to do. Particularly if the person is new to blogging and wants to add to his/her follower list. I remember well my first 13 followers, where I was stuck for such a long, long time. I still feel that way, but now I can only find a new follower's blog if that person leaves a comment. Then I can click on the comment and get to their blog. But not everyone leaves a comment, some people just decide to follow a blog. In days past, I would find their blog by simply clicking on their avatar. If I do that now, I only get a screen called Follower Details and the name of the follower, but not of the blog. Does this have something to do with new security regulations? If so, do people know that they have to leave a comment in order for me to be able to add my blog to their follower list?
For example: The above very cute little dog face is a recent follower of my blog. And I have seen his/her face following several of the blogs that I regularly read. And I would so like to know if little dog has a blog? But I can't.
And there are several other recent followers of my blog that I would like to follow.
Does anyone know if there's a way around this? P. S. OK, so now I'm really in trouble. I just tried to follow a blog. The person left a comment, so I got there OK, but then it just says "Unfollow" where it used to say "Follow." What's up with that?
It's so windy out today that I changed my mind on my way to town. The windgusts were just too strong for both the Jeep and me. Safely home again, I'm so glad I turned around because the rain turned to hail, a little bird blew into the window, and the wind is howling around the corners of my house. So much better to be inside and the errands can wait until tomorrow.
Of course it's much worse in the rest of the country. It's horrible to see what people are going through in the states that get tornados, golfball-size hail, and all the rest of it.
Samson is doing much better. He's still on Prednisone, but after tomorrow he only needs one pill every other day until the pills are gone. Then we see the vet for a checkup.
As you can see, Samson is huge. Whenever a dog gets pigeon-toed, the dog is definetly way too fat. I'm adding canned green beans to his food and have reduced his kibble. I can't stand dogs begging, but since the steroids make him soooo hungry, I forgive him.
However, Faith is another story. There's nothing wrong with her, she is not hungry, but she's a dog that has to be first, has to be in on everything, can't let Samson have anything, including dibs on begging. She has always been like that, from when she first came, little as she was. And now she's turned into a worse beggar than Samson. They are both driving me to distraction! And, yes, we will be walking, walking and hiking in the hills hoping that some of that weight comes off. I'll settle for five pounds right now.....
One final thing for now. I've decided to not participate in the A to Z this April. I love it, but after spending so much time driving to and visiting various doctors this past year, I finally have a whole month to myself. And I just want to do whatever I feel like.
Our town is big on ornamental trees that bloom for a week or two in spring.
This and the first picture are from the parking lot at Albertson's Supermarket.
I took a couple of street scenes out the car window. The whole town is full of amazing looking flowering trees.
A final picture of the store parking lot.
The above was from a March 2013 post, but when I went to Albertson's on Tuesday, it looked just like that. As did the rest of our town. I must remember to bring my camera. On my way in, a red-tailed hawk flew in front of my car, I stopped to look as it spread it's wings and tail feathers, swept close to the ground and picked something up. We always see the red tails from below, as the hawks fly above. This was the first time I saw the gorgeous rust-red, very bright colored feathers from above. I now wish I would find one on the ground, for me to keep. For the most part though, the ravens keep the hawks away from my land.
I also saw an eagle the other day, flying right above us. A golden eagle. Faith saw the eagle too and ran under a juniper! She's the most observant dog I have ever known. I have only seen one eagle here before. It seems like all the cool birds live at the other end of town, including the much destructive to property, California Condor.
So much for birds and that's not all I have seen in the bird kingdom, so I hope to remember to bring my camera from now on.
I took Samson to the vet yesterday. He is doing much better. I'm so glad. I was really worried and this is when I miss Errol the most. Shared sorrow is half the sorry, I think it is said. And the same goes for worry. I felt lonely.
I also got my partial back with the new tooth. It feels great to be able to be normal and smile again. I'm posting a picture of my new glasses. The frames are metal, with a soft, matt, lavender color on top and metal below. The sides are plastic and a deeper purple. They look really good with my hair and I love them.
It is amazing how fast the weeds come up now that it's been warm for a week or so. I have been driving the Jeep across my front yard to keep them down. I figured since they don't grow where I drive the Jeep, this may help some. But I'm also getting my lawn mower ready. Last year I was taken by surprise, after all the dry years, and had to rake all summer long to remove the dead stalks that the guy I hired to mow left behind. I really don't want to do that again. I will let you know how it works out.
Would you like a post full of mishaps? It's all I have for now, but things are improving. Here it is:
Mishap #1: Remember I said that I would have Rachael take a picture of me wearing my new glasses? After she cut my hair. Instead, this is what happened:
We had such a good time, I took her for her birthday lunch, and, while happily eating away, I bit into someting and the crown next to my two front teeth that I've had some issues with, finally came half-way loose. The dentist was across the street, so we went there and he saw me more or less right away. He got the crown and two pieces of the tooth that had splintered out, leaving the root and the remaining part of the tooth in there for good. Since I'm on Fosomax, pulling a tooth is not the best option. I went back on Friday to have impressions taken and leave my partial there so a new tooth can be affixed to it. Right now I look like the Easter bunny with just two large front teeth, sort of hilarious, but not funny enough for a selfie. At least not funny to me.
Mishap #2. You may have heard of Death by Toilet, but have you heard of Death by 1970's Kitchen Cabinet Corners? I know about the corners, but when I dropped something on Monday, I bent down to pick it up, got up and with full force hit the back of my head on the right corner shown above. I fell down, hurt my wrist, my back, and my neck, in addition to my head where a bump, the size of a small orange, soon appeared. I iced it for a long time and the bump went down pretty fast. Stayed in bed on Tuesday and was still very sore on Wednesday when the mishaps turned into something more serious.
#3. Not a mishap any more. Those of you who read my blog back in 2012, may remember that Samson went blind for a day or two, but thanks to the quick action by our vet he recovered his sight fully.
Samson in 2012. His eyes are clouded blue here. They are brown normally.
He was diagnosed with UDS , something he will have for the rest of his life. Since he recovered, I give him Neo-Poly-Dex eye drops once a day or every other day and he's been doing well until now. This is UDS: Uveodermatologic Syndrome (UDS) is an immune-mediated canine disease characterized by inflammation of the eye, de-pigmentation of skin and whitening of hair, well, white fur wasn't a clue here. Morbidity is related primarily to the eye inflammation, which can result in secondary ophthalmological disorders that lead to blindness. Treatment involves both topical and systemic immunosuppression.
Although generally considered to be more common in Northern breeds, such as Akitas, Siberians, and Samoyeds, there have been reports of the disease in a wide range of breeds, including the Dachshund.
Samson's eye symptoms returned on Wednesday morning, while I was in bed with no plans to get up for another day or so. I thought at first he had scratched his eye, but as the day went on his eyes began clouding over and I knew then what it was. So, while still in a lot of pain, I had to unload five big bags of pebbles from the back of the Jeep, to get Samson in there. (I buy these bags at Home Depot to make the Jeep steadier in the high winds up here.) After I unload them, I use them to fix my messed up road. It works well for both purposes.
So I took Samson to the vet and his condition was confirmed. We left with about a month's supply of Prednisone, 1 1/2 pills at first, then lower doses down to one pill every other day, and instructions to treat his eyes with the eyedrops four times a day.
Faith Says: Everything is better now, but when Samson is sick and mommy is worried (or panics) I gather my toys for comfort.
Yes, I think he's better now. We are working up to taking longer walks, because Samson gained about 6 lbs during the rains. I just couldn't walk in all that mud or I didn't feel like it when the weather was so bad for so long. He now weighs 80 lbs. His ideal weight is 70 lbs. When he was sick in 2012, he ended up weighing over 80 lbs. And that was at the end of it, this is just the beginning. Steroids make them both hungry and thirsty. So we'll be walking a lot and, hopefully, keep his weight down. He's not acting sick at all, so that's great and if we increase our walks, we'll all feel better in the end. And my head still hurts to the touch, my back aches, but I'm back to doing all my regular stuff, so this too will pass.
I'm posting a few pictures of the two of them while I'm working on an update of our lives here in the canyon. I hope you will enjoy the pictures and a bit of their conversation.
Faith: You are tickling my ear! Why do you like ears so much? Samson: I think ears are the cutest thing on a dog. Would you prefer me to sniff your rear end? Faith: You wouldn't dare!
Samson: Don't push me so, I almost fell off the table. It's slippery up here in the snow. Faith: Not much snow if you ask me. See, now I dropped my ball, talking to you.
Samson: You better watch it, or I'll get your silly ball.
Faith: You wouldn't dare, you know I'll flip you for less. And sit on you until you give up.
Samson: So true, but I love you anyway. Listen to me sing a song of the North for you. Where wolves hunt in the forest and there may even be trolls. ~
On a different day, the snow melted, the rains came, and Faith wanted to rescue her balls from the wet and muddy outside. She's zeroing in on one, frustrated she can't figure out how to save them both. At least not at the same time.
So she decides on one, grabs it, and jumps up on the table, where
she tries to take cover under Samson's tail.
He is very good and patient with his little sister.
OK, mommy, getting wet was only fun for so long, now it's getting old. So put that camera away and let us in the house. Please......