Thursday, July 2, 2015


Last night we set the traps and put a biscuit near each of them. I put the lid on the biscuit box and all the other treats went into the refrigerator for safe keeping. We turned off the lights and went to bed.

It was not a restful night due to strong storms in the area. The thunder boomers and lightning show began at midnight and lasted till 7 this morning with buckets of rain falling. Needless to say, I had some very restless dogs.
This morning at six Rob and I went to the garage ahead of the dogs hoping to find a fat mousie in one of the traps. What we found didn't make me at all happy. All the biscuits around the traps were gone. The traps were sprung and thrown on the floor. As far as I'm concerned, it was a challenge. This is not a mouse that we're dealing with. I leaning toward a possum but it could be most anything.

So the battle has escalated. I called around this morning in search of a Have A Heart trap. No one had one available, so I turned to my favorite store, Amazon. They had one and it's on it's way.

Till it arrives we'll continue with the little snap traps and a limited number of biscuits to keep it from looking for other food. I intend to win this battle and hopefully no one will be injured. This is the result I'm looking forward to.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Too Much Of A Good Thing

Today I have a true crime mystery for you. It's a tale of greed that led to a hunt for the thief.

Let me set the scene. Our garage, like many others, is a place where things that don't have any other place to go, get stored. We have a work bench with tools on racks above it. We have several metal shelves along the back wall where assorted items are stashed. There is a pile of boxes, flattened and tied together, a pile of Rob's old sketch pads, little pots of paint to touch up walls in various rooms, a stack of old towels for drying dogs or polishing the car. You get the picture. I also have an area where I groom the dogs and where I keep their food.

There is an old bookcase where I keep grooming items, and on the top of the case is an open plastic bin where I store dog biscuits so that I can grab them easily as treats, but the dogs can't reach them to help themselves.

On Saturday morning as I was heading for the area where the dog food is kept, I noticed a screwdriver on the floor. It seemed odd because they're usually in their little rack over the workbench, but I assumed that Rob had dropped it and not noticed.

On Sunday morning I discovered an artist's paintbrush on the floor in almost the same place. The brushed are kept in the drawer of the grooming table and Rob hasn't been painting lately, so after feeding the dogs I asked him if he'd been using the brush. He hadn't.

Monday night at last call I gave the dogs their yogurt and sent them outside. While they were out I filled the water bowl and got their bedtime biscuits. At that time I made a mental note that there were only three biscuits and some crumbs in the container so I'd need to fill it first thing in the morning.

Tuesday morning at six I let everyone into the back yard. When they come back in they go back to sleep for a couple hours before eating so I went to get biscuits for them but the container was empty, totally empty and looked as if it had been wiped clean. No biscuits, no crumbs. I went upstairs and asked Rob if he had taken the last biscuits out of the container and he didn't know what I was talking about. I told him there had been three biscuits and crumbs left but now the container was empty. We assumed that we had a mouse.

Last night, Tuesday, when I put the dogs to bed, there were ten pounds of milkbone biscuits in the container and a sticky trap just above the container. This morning at six when I went downstairs with the dogs, I went into the garage first. I thought I might find a mouse in the trap on the floor and didn't want the dogs to get it. There was no mouse. The container was empty except for the trap, which was also empty. The creature had taken ten pounds of dog biscuits and there wasn't a crumb left.

I ran back up and got Rob. I was afraid there was a snake living in the garage. What mouse could eat ten pounds of dog biscuits in one night? We sent the dogs to the yard, moved the car out and started emptying the shelves. Behind the boxes were piles of dog biscuits. Stuck between pages of the sketch books were dog biscuits, between paint cans were dog biscuits. We found just about ten pounds of dog biscuits but no mouse and no droppings. How many trips across the room must he have made carrying his prizes.
We think a snake would have just eaten all the biscuits, not hidden them, but the fact that no droppings were seen has us wondering just what is living in the garage and raiding the supplies. Had it not gotten so greedy it could possibly have stolen a few biscuits each night and not been discovered but now the hunt is on for the little criminal.

As much as we hate snap traps, we set several of them. There are three in the shelves where we found his stash and one set on the cover of the biscuit container. Yes, it now has a cover. I'm sending Rob to the garage ahead of me tomorrow morning. I'm not sure I want to see what may be waiting there.
  So wish us luck, we can't afford his ten pound of biscuits a day habit, so he has to go.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Monday, June 29, 2015

To S or Not To S, That Is The Question

Fudge is a doofus. This doesn't come as a surprise to anyone, I've mentioned it a number of times. He's not a doofus 24 hours a day, but at times, there's no other word that better describes him.
 I've discovered that the doofus gene can be inherited. Guess how I learned that. Right, several of his pups can at times qualify for doofus status. Which brings me to the big question. What is the plural of doofus?
 Some words are easy.
One cat

Several cats.

One house

Several houses.

Just add S.

Some words are trickier.
One mouse

Several mice.

One louse

Several lice.

So, why not one spouse

Several spice?

That didn't work too well.

How about one goose

Several geese.

So why not one moose

Several meese?

 The English language seems to break more rules than it keeps.

So back to the plural of doofus. I vote for doofi.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

An Overdue Review or Mom Makes A Boo Boo

Labels are meant to be read. Remember, those of you who are old enough, when we went shopping and just reached for a package on the grocery store shelf and put it in the cart. We knew, or thought we knew, from the title and picture what was inside. We didn't bother looking at the label. I'm not even sure if there were nutrition labels at one time.
Things have certainly changed. Now grocery shopping takes twice as long because we have to read labels on everything. Even products we've used before can make changes that we need to be aware of before buying. For instance, Rob likes peanut butter. I like it occasionally but he likes it more than I do. The dogs also like it and he often shares with them. But recently I've been reading about some peanut butter manufacturers using Xylitol in their products. Xylitol is deadly for dogs, so Rob has been instructed to check the label every time he buys peanut butter.

At the beginning of the month Chewy sent me a list of review choices and I was going thru it early in the morning as I sipped my coffee. One jumped out at me. It was Cosequin Minis. They were described as small treats made with glucosamine chondroitin for dogs with arthritic joints. Of course I immediately thought about Morgan.
 Several of us take glucosamine chondroitin daily. I started taking it for  Freiberg disease, a painful joint disease in my feet. It helped enough that I was able to stop taking pain pills. It had helped Lucy and Bentley with their arthritis so now Morgan, Bailey and Tess all take it. I'm thinking of starting Fudge. It doesn't work for everyone. Rob tried it for shoulder pain from an auto accident and it didn't give him any relief, but for the rest of us, it's great.
 I ordered the Minis without reading thru the entire list of ingredients. Bad Mom! When the Chewy box arrived, I was very happy. I thought this was something that Morgan would not only enjoy, but benefit from. Fortunately, I did read the back of the bag before handing them out. One of the ingredients is MSM.


Active Ingredients: FCHG49 Glucosamine Hydrochloride (trademarked ingredient) 260mg TRH122 Sodium Chondroitin Sulfate (trademarked ingredient) 130mg Methylsulfonlymethane (MSM) 175 mg Others: glycerin, starch, natural flavor, vegetable oil, silicon dioxide, mixed tocopherols, green tea and rosemary extract
Recently I've seen MSM appearing on the glucosamine bottles in the stores and I've avoided them, buying only those without MSM. Somewhere in my memory I thought there was a problem for people with sulfa allergies taking MSM, but I wasn't sure. The next time I saw Dr B, I asked if MSM was safe for people and dogs with sulfa allergies. He told me that no testing has been done but he recommended staying away from it. I'm glad I asked.

The Cosequin Minis would not go to waste. Morgan and Noah and I are all allergic to sulfa, but Tess and Bailey are not. This afternoon I opened the bag and passed them out for the girls to try. They all found them very tasty and maybe they'll relieve some of the soreness in their legs.
  We probably won't be ordering these again. I'd rather stick to things that are safe for everyone. I will also remember to read the labels more carefully in the future.

Friday, June 26, 2015

Equal Is Equal

Occasionally we get it right.
Congratulations to all who have been waiting so long.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Let Them Eat Cake

Hi Everybody,
I thought I'd share our party pictures with you. We went into the back yard, all of us except Miss Morgan. She's too old, so she waited inside. Sydney said she'd be on her best behavior and since it was outside we let her join us. When we're all together inside, it's too much for her to deal with and she gets nasty. Still Mom and Dad kept a close eye on her.
Dad had the little cakes with sprinkles and Mom had the camera. I was so excited that my feet wouldn't stay on the ground.
Dad handed them out.
Looks like Syd got a blue one.
Mackey rolled hers in the mud a little before eating it. It adds flavor. Then she left the sprinkles on the ground. Don't worry I finished them.
After we ate all but one of the little cakes with sprinkles, we went back inside. Dad gave the last one to Miss Morgan.
She thought it was very delicious.
Your pal, Fudge