Sadie

Oct. 12th, 2006 06:24 pm
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
Sadie's been perking up a lot lately. At least, that's the only real way of putting it that I 've got.

About a week ago, I was spreading a comforter out on the floor so I could get worked on by [livejournal.com profile] warinbear. Sadie squirmed out from behind [livejournal.com profile] louisadkins' chair and proceeded to pounce on the blanket. She chased it, batted at it with her paws, and wriggled sideways up to me, tail wagging like mad the whole time. Warin and I spent a good 30 minutes or so playing with her like this.

This may seem like a perfectly normal thing, and for most dogs, it would be. To give folks that haven't met Sadie in person an idea: Sadie going all playful is sort of like Wal-Mart funding GLBT dances and focusing more on enviromentally friendly practices. Which, by-the-by, they've been doing. But still, you get the idea.

For the past few years that she has been a part of my life, she has been shy, easily frightened, and extremely skittish. To see her playing so freely with Warin (Warin! There's another shock, for those of you that know how he feels about dogs. He was on the floor, laughing and playing and cuddling with a dog.) was absolutely amazing. And she's been doing it ever since. She's started to come up to all three of us and demand to be petted. She'll wriggle across the floor up to Louis, all but asking out loud for him to drag the blanket on the floor. She butts her head up under our hands like the cats do.

Strangers still make her uncomfortable, and send her upstairs to hide under Warin's bed. But, at least with the three of us, she seems to be finally coming into her own.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Water Mouse)
. . . Acht jaaren lang/Ging ik naar school

And we are back online! (Extreme major brownie points to anybody that recognizes the song the above lyrics came from.)

We are also (mostly) moved in. I say mostly because we are still unpacking boxes. However, we have most of our floorspace available to us, the furniture is situated, and we are down to the process of sorting and shelving the rest.

Of course, we're going to need to build some of those shelves, but that's just a minor hitch. Sadie is settling in, and seems to have decided that Louis's computer area is her curl up spot. She is also very interested in all the new smells along the side of the apartment building. Once we clear a path through the utility room to the litter-boxes, we will be toting cat-carriers out to Sanctuary to corral Stavan and Drake.

BTW folks, if Dragon wants the picture above what is now his room, he can keep it. I think he'd like it more than I do.
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It rained this evening. It really, really rained. Sadie spent about five harrowing minutes tense and nervous at the foot of the porch steps, obviously not happy with getting wet, but scared of all the voices inside as well. She finally came running into the house, and hid behind a chair.

She's okay.

My left arm, however, is very, very ouchy, so that's all for this post.

(Edit: June 26, 2005, 00:02)

On the arm front: Around Monday or so, I did something to my left arm. More to the point, I did something to where the shoulder and neck join. Moving my arm to much or in the wrong way hurts. Moving my head the wrong way hurts. If I sneeze to hard, it hurts. My left arm is off duty for a while. I'm taking anti-inflammatories, rubbing the MSM cream that [livejournal.com profile] nonnycat sent us into the area, and iceing the area.

-sigh- If it still hurts after two weeks, or if it gets worse, then I will go see a doctor. Seeing as how I'm doing what I got told to do the last time I had a flare-up that felt like this, I don't think that there's much more that I can do.
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
Sadie managed to snap her chain off at the post yesterday morning. She was running around the property with the full fifteen feet of chain dragging along behind her.

I was trying to catch up with her this afternoon, when I tripped. Over the chain. I look up, and Sadie was way up the hill, giving me this huge doggie grin that conveyed immense pride. She wagged her tail at me, then turned around and bounced into the treeline. "Come play with me!" Her favourite game to play with us. Chase me, find me.

Leaving me on the hillside with about 15 feet of chain. Her collar's still on her and everything, bright blue on her throat.

I feel better now. She really likes the hill on the side of the house that's away from the neighbour's yard, and she'll probably be back in her doghouse as soon as it rains. If she doesn't come to the door instead. The really important thing is that she doesn't have fifteen feet of chain dragging along behind her any more. This means that she won't get stuck somewhere and starve while we're trying to find her.

She'll just bounce around the lower field trying to get us to play chase until a good rainstorm comes rolling in. Then I'll go out and get her, or she'll come to the door. I'll still keep trying to entice her to come to me everytime I see her.

Found Her!

Jun. 1st, 2005 07:30 am
omimouse: Digital painting of a mouse wielding a spear (Default)
I woke up at about 6:30 this morning to the sound of rain. Rain is something I have been praying for since Monday evening. Sadie will usually come to the door and beg to be let in if it's raining. No Saide this morning, and then I had a thought. She has a nice cozy doghouse inside the chicken barn, which puts two roofs between her and the nasty, icky rain. Why would she want to risk getting wet by wating outside our door for us to realize that she wanted in?

I swear, she's a mutated cat, not a dog.

So out I go, into the rain with her leash. Into the barn, up to her house, and bingo! I did get a somewhat reproachful look when she realized that I meant for us to go back through the rain to get to the house, but she forgave me when I toweled her off.

She is currently out in the living room, watching everything around her with a mix of curiousty and apprehension, wagging her tail at me everytime she sees me.

She's okay.

Ye gods, but do I ever feel better now.
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The neighbour's Chow came onto the property today. More specifically, when I looked out the window, the Cow was running around the chick enclosure, and was busily trying to force his way in. He was almost in by the time Drkn got the .22 down from where it was, (Archway in between living room and kitchen. Crosspiece on top is flat. Is also out of reach for anybody under about 5'5") cleared the door, and missed on purpose with the first shot to try and scare the dog off of the chicks. Dog didn't even twitch.

The next shot hit the dog in the rear body mass, low. The next hit him square in the chest. Dog is now writhing and hightailing it back through/over the fence back onto neighbour's property. Neighbour was close by, comes running to investigate shots and yelping, firearm of his own in hand. Drkn shoulders rifle, as dog is no longer on our property.

Neighbour could have taken dog to vet, according to Drkn. Dog probably would've pulled through. Neighbour instead puts dog down, on the spot. Takes three shots to do so, at fucking point blank fucking range, with much screaming (yes, screaming, and I never want to hear anything like that ever again for as long as I live, ever) from dog. Neigbour is highly upset, highly emotional, angry, and armed. Neighbour is screaming that he better not ever catch our dog. Ever. Drkn returns rifle to house. Drkn reminds neighbour that he told us to shoot the dog if it came onto our property again, after dog killed one of the chickens. Neighbour is screaming that he knows exactly where we got those birds; they didn't cost us anything. Don't know why that mattered. Neighbour repeats that he better not ever catch our dog. Ever.

Nobody at non-emergency number at sherrif's office, will call again tomorrow. Heard several rapid-fire gunshots, but no yelping, about an hour or two ago. Can't find Sadie. Don't think neighbour is a good enough shot to have gotten an instant kill, especially in the dark. Will be looking for her tomorrow, returning her to chain until we can build a Sadie-proof enclosure for her around the chicken house.

Scared. Sadie was supposed to be the family's dog; but she's mine. She comes to me, she hides in my skirts, she looks at me with the look that says she trusts me to keep her safe, no matter what. She curls around my ankles and tries to curl up in my lap when I'm sitting down.

She's my dog, and someone is actively hunting her because he's mad at us, and I can't find her, and it's to dark to go looking right now.

I'm very, very scared right now.

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