Life In Sinai!

         Odie and I were headed for some exercise. Upon opening the door of the truck, I saw something on the seat. It was a loaf of zucchini bread, fresh from the oven, and a jar of peach/rhubarb jam. Knowing the likely suspect, the rhubarb came from the large rhubarb patch in the backyard of The Little House. She's been given unlimited access to it. She's also the town's quintessential good neighbor. Many other town occupants are frequent recipients of her largess. It adds sweetness to residing here.

    Joanne frequently distributed from her baking to neighbors in each place we lived. New residents in her proximity were treated to a care package from her containing something she'd baked. She certainly lived generously.

Takk for alt,

Al

 

Sunset over the Aegean Sea.

Now what?

         Recent posts have been all about Odie.  Yes, I'm besotted.  Now what? More about Odie, or move on to a new topic? Well...let's stay with Odie. He was sort of leash trained when he came to me. Previous owner, Terry, warned me not to let him off leash too early. He said that Odie might think he'd been kidnapped and head for his old home. That means that our daily walks have been on a short leash.

     Because he wasn't well leashed trained, our walks have been leash training. He's responding so well that when I walked to the truck with him on a retractable leash he stayed right by my side. It won't be long until he can run freely in the field.

   One of these days I'll think of a new topic.

Takk for alt,

Al

In repose near a toy.

Flying Colors!

        Today was the day for Odin, aka Odie, to meet a new vet. He's a very solid 36lbs. The vet poked, prodded, manipulated, looked and injected. Odie disliked the nose vaccine the most. He didn't even flinch for the injections. The vet reports no arthritis, heart and lungs sound good, good teeth with one chip, and perfect ears. Ears are amazing because Spaniels are prone to ear problems. Their floppy ears trap moisture which can lead to problems.  The vet's summary: "He's obviously been well cared for and he's an excellent dog."  Think I'll keep him. Proud papa.

Takk for alt,

Al

Today's quote: “Monsters exist, but they are too few in numbers to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are [those] ready to believe and act without asking questions.” Primo Levi, Holocaust Survivor 

Odie at rest after what, seems to me, endless games of fetch.

The Other Reader Asked!

       The other reader asked a very good question. The question was about Odie. "Why was an 8-year-old dog for sale?"  There was so much dog conversation at the kennel that I'm not absolutely sure what I'm about write is correct, but I think it is.

     Odie was sold to a person who had a medical crisis and couldn't care for him. It's the custom of reputable kennels to re-claim the dog in such circumstances, so back he went. Terry, the owner of the kennel provided guide service for pheasant hunters and Odie accompanied the hunts. Now Terry no longer offers guide service, so Odie had no role to play. Consequently, I was the lucky buyer.

    Odie is my eighth Spring Spaniel.  They arrived a variety of ages from puppy to Odie at eight. He's the only one whose been very playful at older middle age. Almost every waking moment he's carrying something hoping to play. Usually, he carries a chew toy, but if he's ignored, he'll take a slipper, book, etc. until he gets attention.

Takk for alt,

Al

PS Whooo hooo it's raining!

Odie chew toy in mouth, "let's play"!

"A man and his dog...."

    "Read A Man and His Dog by Katherine Mansfield. Full text of this classic short story, free to read online at American Literature."  Have either of you read this story?  I haven't but I'm living it. Odie and I do some circumambulating the cemetery every morning. This, largely black, dog gets hot very quickly, so we don't stay too long. Frequent bouts of fetch in the air-conditioned house supplement his daily exercise regime. 

    It's a steep learning curve for an older dog. Out of a kennel into a strange home, a new owner, and today he had his first ride on the seat of a truck. His response seemed, "this is different, but I could get used to it." Possible anthropomorphizing here. Chickens across the street tempting him. Lots of new experiences but he's a happy boy.

   This hot weather keeps us inside more. But he's not ready to be off leash in the field yet. He may think he's been kidnapped and head for his former home. The time will come that he can run freely while I attend to duties in the field.

Takk for alt,

Al

After playing fetch.

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First full day...

       Last night Odie slept contently, with his blanket of course, in a kennel in my bedroom. Upon arising I opened the kennel door and he sped out ready to play. He'll play endlessly. When play time is over he'll rotate four times, lie down and fall asleep. He certainly loves attention which will help with any necessary training.  Odie is a very happy boy. The bathroom still spooks him a little but he owns the rest of the house, small as it is.  He's fascinated by the chickens across the street, the rooster of which reminds me of  Thailand when he crows. Not having a clock in my bedroom the roosters and the Muslim call to prayer at 6:00 am, were my signals to get up in Ayutthaya.

Takk for alt,

Al

PS I solved the blog site problem by switching browsers.

When I'd go to my recliner Kaia would want to play fetch once, Odie 30 times.

My site has gone wacky and until I can solve iit I will be unable to blog.