Cat's Teeth

Tasha again.
The cat is not toothless--I WISH! That was not a good sentence to describe the scene. The cat showed it's teeth three times. That cat could hurt me if it ever decided to bite me.

Mamaw Here

Mamaw Here
Tasha again:
To set the record straight so I will not have to live with a tarnished and cowardly reputation, you would have loved to see me put big cat to flight on Sunday. He tried to intimidate me with about three tooth showing, arched back, lots of hissing maneuvers. I'm proud to say that I stood my ground ( glad my mother was watching ), and that cat tucked it's tail and ran!! Just protecting my reputation.

Mamaw Here

Tasha Here Howl-Howl!

OK, so my mother takes me out to MY lot so I can check out who has been roaming around there overnight. Have a lot of scents to check out as she has told you of the many cats who poach here. So here's this cat half as big as me ( I weigh 69 lbs.), sitting right smack in the middle of MY territory, so I give it a run toward it ,and it has the nerve to stay put, stand up, arch it's back, and hiss at me! I give it a second or two of thought but think, OK just because you live on the civilized side of the fence, not with the hoard of cats on the other side, and wear a collar, I'm sure you have claws and would use them on me if I pushed you. Anyway, my mother doesn't really care that you are there, and won't run you off, because you are waiting on a mole to show it's ugly head so you can pounce. I have lost interest in doing that since I have become a mature lady, but in the day I could put you to shame at that sport. Oh, well ! guess I'll just have to put up with you! especially since I can't scare you off.

Mamaw Here

Mamaw Here

Soo another day with Tasha (really, thank goodness), but since she has decided she is in control, we have a few issues. Sunday, the day for taking all recycle and trash to the end of the lane on the way to compline at our church ( not Tasha, Bill and me), so I gather everything, put it neatly by the front door, we go to the computer to check all the interesting blogs, and when it is time to depart we get to the front door to find that Tasha is enjoying a whole bag full of chicken bones, which are spread over the living room, dining room and foyer. OK, partly my fault because she really is a DOG, who feels deprived because of having to go on RX food and treats because of renal disease, and she knows that I lose sight of that fact, treating her like a person, after all, she does talk to me? Back from church, put her on the leash cause she disappears into the dark at night because she is black, and all she does is drag me over the "back forty", all the while freezing my butt off, but I let her get away with it because I KNOW she needs to "go". OK, enough of that! We go to bed, I go to sleep, middle of the night. tail wagging against the side of my bed , waking me, saying, "I have to go out". Ha, I say, "you had your chance, now go back to your bed and I'll let you out in the morning." Today is Monday and I went to an unused bedroom, only when guests use it, so once again she got me. Poop all over the place!! What can one do except clean it up--thank goodness it wasn't too hard to clean up because it was hard!! Don't know what to expect tomorrow because we sniffed out the back "40" again tonight and all she did was sniff out where the afore-mentioned 12 or so cats leave their scent. I'll complain about not having her when she's gone!

Difficulty with Blogging and Yard Work

Well, I've been told that this is fun! At this point, I have no idea what is going on with my blog. But-- my thing is that I will never give up trying to keep up with my kids and grandkids as long as I'm lucid.

Anyway--- I will give this some thought and maybe between me and my poor old dog, we'll come up with something interesting to write.

Not too interesting--the fact that I have spent the last two days picking up limbs that have blown from my dozens of trees that surround my property. Very frustrating because, I pick up, stand back and say ,"that looks good", turn my back after a gust of wind , and have to start all over again. Have to say that after forty six years of marraige in which I never did very much outside work, it has become my JOB !
I've tried hiring it out, can't cope too much with that scene because I want the results that happened when it was being done by my mate. I might say that I have a considerable amount of property to take care of. I live by the river which gives me a scary bank to mow, plus ,vacant lot that I have to keep up, which, by the way, is the habitat of river rats, shrews, and ground moles. Maybe ground hogs and who knows what else. Also, my neighbor has about 12 cats that roam the neighborhood, which drives my dog crazy.
I have to really stay with her when she's outside because she is 14 years old, getting to the point that she cannot always be sure that her hind legs will keep working, so if she tracks the odor of the cats who are able to climb trees, walk the steep part of the river bank, climb fences, get on the top deck of our house, sleep all over every chair and bench and swing that I have outside. The gist of this is, if she tries to follow the scent to the river bank, I fear that she may fall in and could not navigate herself back up the bank. I'm not a good swimmer, so we'd both drown if I tried to rescue her. I do have a life away from the drudgery but I'll leave that for another saga, if I keep this going.

Life With My Old Dog

My dog is a german shepherd with a little chow (or something like that) mix. She has been my companion and my BOSS for at last ten years. She is about fourteen (age unverifiable) because when she decided to give up life on the streets, she chose to drop off at my neighbor's house and stay. We can only guess her age, which is OK since most women do not like to reveal their age anyway.

Back when she was still my neighbor's dog, she went out and got herself in a family way by two different males. After the fun, she ended up with EIGHT PUPS! Well that ended a lot of fun because it was a chore even giving away that many little , cute, furry, little, peeing, crying, pooping pups. Got the job done with a lot of help from a couple of the other neighbors, and things were looking up until there was a divorce at Tasha's (my dog's name) home. There was still one pup left, the runt.
Tasha's former owner told my husband that he was taking them to the pound in an effort to save his marraige. Being the unadmitted dog-lover that he was--my husband said, "I'll take them (Tasha and pup) till we can find them a good home"! DONE!! as I knew it would be at the moment they arrived at our home.
That was ten or so years ago and I still have Tasha to help me make my decisions. The Runt, who turned out to weigh around eighty pounds, and had epilepsy, went out and got herself hit by a car. I consoled myself with the notion that her days were numbered anyway because her seizures were getting to be more frequent.
Can't know much of anything about things like that, but I think, whatever it takes to get through the sadness. When the decision was finally made that these two dogs were going to take up residence here, they both got fixed so we would not have any surprizes.
It has made a dog lover of me.

Avis