My good friend Jeni took her to a vet that she was familiar with... he said that her leg was just dead tissue so she's not in pain. He snipped it off for less than it would have cost to have her euthanized and said the tissue would grow over the place where her leg used to be. We just need to watch her appetite / energy levels. So she's getting a second chance. I have to say from the look of things the other night I really didn't think that would be the case, but I am relieved. Aside from a noticeable hobble when she walks (there's completely no leg there at all), you'd never know anything was up with her. So yay!
She'll be here until I'm certain that she's fully recovered, but after that sweet little prickly pear has to find a new home. I will try to post some pictures soon.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Putting it all out there.
TRIGGER WARNING: Animal Abuse, Animal Neglect
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I've got mud all over me... on my pants, my jacket, in the creases of my fingernails. I'm tired. We've been working in the yard all day, all weekend. All of last weekend, too. My better fence is finally up so that means my little doggie won't be getting out again anytime soon - which is awesome. I think I'm about the only person in the entirety of fucking Anniston who gives a shit about their animals. Oh, I feel a rant coming. This is not what this blog was going to be, but I have a feeling everything I say will lead back to it so why not just let it out. Maybe I'll feel better if I don't hold it in.
Last year I put a fence up. It wasn't the best fence ever, but it was keeping MY dogs in MY yard so that was good enough for me. Well the neighbors to the side of me have a weenie dog named Fred and he began chewing his way in which in turn let my smallest dog out. Believe me when I say that that will not work for me - I've been late to work, I've been out in strange neighborhoods half-dressed in the fucking cold / dark / rain chasing my dog down. I've had to ask directions back to my own house because I've chased him so far. I've walked in the middle of the road so that cars will slow down in case he runs out into the street (that may seem like overkill, but fuck it's a small residential road - people shouldn't be driving so fast anyway). The point is I do these things because I love my dogs and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do everything in my power to protect them. The moment I took each of them in that was my promise to do whatever I had to to keep them safe, healthy, and happy.
Anyway, I talked to the neighbors several times about keeping Fred in their yard and they said they would, but they didn't. I patched that hole I don't even know how many times. I finally called and filed a police report, because it was getting ridiculous and they finally started chaining their dog when he was out almost all of the time. But we all know almost doesn't count, right?
Hey, you want to hear a story about a cat now? Fred's owners have a lot of cats at their house. One night like at 2 am I went to take out the trash and I saw this black and white kitten come up to me. I reached down to pet her and she started purring. I turned to walk away and she tried to follow me and I realized that she couldn't walk. She was dragging herself with her front legs. Apparently, she'd been hit and no one was going to take her to the vet. Her bottom was swollen and raw from dragging on the ground. I freaked out and took her into my house. "Pet me, love me, don't treat me like I'm worthless." That's all she fucking wanted. She was the absolute sweetest kitten. She would drag her nasty, swollen, leaking bottom up into your lap and roll up and purr like she was in heaven already. Do you know how much it fucking killed me to have to have her put down? And you know what else? Her owners didn't even ask where she was.
Despite living REALLY close to the road it didn't seem to bother Fred's family that they let him run loose and that he could be smashed into dead pretty easily. Same with the neighbors across the street. Their little dog, Molly, met her doom last night. I knew it was coming and I shooed her out of the road every single time I saw here there. After weeks and weeks of hearing tires screeching and horns honking I knew she wouldn't be so lucky forever. My heart broke a little for Molly, but I was more angry at her people for letting it happen. It was completely preventable. She was an indoor dog, but no one bothered to chase her down when she would get out.
Animal rights, animals laws, why didn't I do something? Because all of that shit is imaginary in Alabama. Believe me I've tried to get something done. Oh yeah - there are leash laws which is why I was able to file a report on Fred's family, but mostly it was because he was damaging my property. As for the cat the officer told me that there are no leash laws for cats and that it wasn't cruelty for not getting her medical attention or having her put down because (and I quote) "It's not like they're out there kicking her in the head or something... they just don't have the money." And animal control? Yeah, you call them and they'll tell you that animals are property and they have no jurisdiction over animals that are "owned." "It would be like stealing their car." And yes that is EXACTLY what animal control said when I called.
Hey, but what about exotics? Guess what I have in my house RIGHT NOW. A hedgehog who has chewed her arm into complete mush. Her foot got cut on some glass is what I hear... and the owner didn't have the money to take her to the vet. I understand that - to an extent. But it costs like less than $50 to have such a small animal put down and while that may be a tough call to make it sure as hell beats letting them suffer. So I have her now and it's up to me to figure out what's to become of her. She has rotten, dead flesh hanging from her shoulder. It is MUSH - there is not even bone left. I was trying to clean her and I thought it was poop on her, but then it would NOT come off and upon closer inspection I realized that that is what's left of her goddamn cute tiny paw. (Have you ever seen hedgie feet? They are srsly the cutest). I just picked her up tonight and what I need to know is how you let something get THAT out of hand.
Not that I have the money to be doing all of this, but she's going to the vet in the morning. If there's no help for her at an affordable price then she has to be put down. I'm a single fucking parent with a mortgage and creatures of my own to care for and people come at me with all these sad stories knowing that I will fucking take on their responsibilities because I can't stand the thought of an animal being mistreated or neglected, or suffering. I know I can't save the whole world, but damn it I can help that one. That's my attitude and it gets me into heart wrenching situations EVERY FUCKING TIME. I'm starting to think I'll never learn.
On the off-shot that there is help for her there's a cute, sweet, albino, 3-legged hedgie up for adoption. My house is absolutely packed so she can't stay here for long. If you might be up for taking her or chipping in on her medical bill write me and let me know. I'm going to bed, but I'll check back here in the morning.
P. S. Guess I'll save my happy blog for another day. 😕
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I've got mud all over me... on my pants, my jacket, in the creases of my fingernails. I'm tired. We've been working in the yard all day, all weekend. All of last weekend, too. My better fence is finally up so that means my little doggie won't be getting out again anytime soon - which is awesome. I think I'm about the only person in the entirety of fucking Anniston who gives a shit about their animals. Oh, I feel a rant coming. This is not what this blog was going to be, but I have a feeling everything I say will lead back to it so why not just let it out. Maybe I'll feel better if I don't hold it in.
Last year I put a fence up. It wasn't the best fence ever, but it was keeping MY dogs in MY yard so that was good enough for me. Well the neighbors to the side of me have a weenie dog named Fred and he began chewing his way in which in turn let my smallest dog out. Believe me when I say that that will not work for me - I've been late to work, I've been out in strange neighborhoods half-dressed in the fucking cold / dark / rain chasing my dog down. I've had to ask directions back to my own house because I've chased him so far. I've walked in the middle of the road so that cars will slow down in case he runs out into the street (that may seem like overkill, but fuck it's a small residential road - people shouldn't be driving so fast anyway). The point is I do these things because I love my dogs and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do everything in my power to protect them. The moment I took each of them in that was my promise to do whatever I had to to keep them safe, healthy, and happy.
Anyway, I talked to the neighbors several times about keeping Fred in their yard and they said they would, but they didn't. I patched that hole I don't even know how many times. I finally called and filed a police report, because it was getting ridiculous and they finally started chaining their dog when he was out almost all of the time. But we all know almost doesn't count, right?
Hey, you want to hear a story about a cat now? Fred's owners have a lot of cats at their house. One night like at 2 am I went to take out the trash and I saw this black and white kitten come up to me. I reached down to pet her and she started purring. I turned to walk away and she tried to follow me and I realized that she couldn't walk. She was dragging herself with her front legs. Apparently, she'd been hit and no one was going to take her to the vet. Her bottom was swollen and raw from dragging on the ground. I freaked out and took her into my house. "Pet me, love me, don't treat me like I'm worthless." That's all she fucking wanted. She was the absolute sweetest kitten. She would drag her nasty, swollen, leaking bottom up into your lap and roll up and purr like she was in heaven already. Do you know how much it fucking killed me to have to have her put down? And you know what else? Her owners didn't even ask where she was.
Despite living REALLY close to the road it didn't seem to bother Fred's family that they let him run loose and that he could be smashed into dead pretty easily. Same with the neighbors across the street. Their little dog, Molly, met her doom last night. I knew it was coming and I shooed her out of the road every single time I saw here there. After weeks and weeks of hearing tires screeching and horns honking I knew she wouldn't be so lucky forever. My heart broke a little for Molly, but I was more angry at her people for letting it happen. It was completely preventable. She was an indoor dog, but no one bothered to chase her down when she would get out.
Animal rights, animals laws, why didn't I do something? Because all of that shit is imaginary in Alabama. Believe me I've tried to get something done. Oh yeah - there are leash laws which is why I was able to file a report on Fred's family, but mostly it was because he was damaging my property. As for the cat the officer told me that there are no leash laws for cats and that it wasn't cruelty for not getting her medical attention or having her put down because (and I quote) "It's not like they're out there kicking her in the head or something... they just don't have the money." And animal control? Yeah, you call them and they'll tell you that animals are property and they have no jurisdiction over animals that are "owned." "It would be like stealing their car." And yes that is EXACTLY what animal control said when I called.
Hey, but what about exotics? Guess what I have in my house RIGHT NOW. A hedgehog who has chewed her arm into complete mush. Her foot got cut on some glass is what I hear... and the owner didn't have the money to take her to the vet. I understand that - to an extent. But it costs like less than $50 to have such a small animal put down and while that may be a tough call to make it sure as hell beats letting them suffer. So I have her now and it's up to me to figure out what's to become of her. She has rotten, dead flesh hanging from her shoulder. It is MUSH - there is not even bone left. I was trying to clean her and I thought it was poop on her, but then it would NOT come off and upon closer inspection I realized that that is what's left of her goddamn cute tiny paw. (Have you ever seen hedgie feet? They are srsly the cutest). I just picked her up tonight and what I need to know is how you let something get THAT out of hand.
Not that I have the money to be doing all of this, but she's going to the vet in the morning. If there's no help for her at an affordable price then she has to be put down. I'm a single fucking parent with a mortgage and creatures of my own to care for and people come at me with all these sad stories knowing that I will fucking take on their responsibilities because I can't stand the thought of an animal being mistreated or neglected, or suffering. I know I can't save the whole world, but damn it I can help that one. That's my attitude and it gets me into heart wrenching situations EVERY FUCKING TIME. I'm starting to think I'll never learn.
On the off-shot that there is help for her there's a cute, sweet, albino, 3-legged hedgie up for adoption. My house is absolutely packed so she can't stay here for long. If you might be up for taking her or chipping in on her medical bill write me and let me know. I'm going to bed, but I'll check back here in the morning.
P. S. Guess I'll save my happy blog for another day. 😕
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I’m eating a fizzy lollipop.
That's not going too bad. It's been forever since I've eaten a lollipop at all. It might have been some more forever before I'd eaten another, but I think I was intrigued by the fizzy aspect. It's more tingly than anything... I'm not like, foaming at the mouth on the keyboard right now or anything (though that might be a bit more entertaining).
I caught my sweater on fire the other night trying to light some cone incense (THANK YOU very much, JANET). Luckily Shaun put me out. Then we both promptly cracked the fuck up. I mean - how does that even happen? I wasn't like trying to light it WITH my sweater or anything dumbass like that. I don't know. I just saw a flame travel up my arm and that's about when I started to be all, "WhatthefuckI'monfire!?!?" and then Shaun saved my life. So I guess I'm lucky. He stopped it at my shoulder. If it had gotten to my hair that could have really been bad. I hear that shit burns pretty good.
Anyway, to all of my friends waiting for me to get off my ass and reply to your messages: I promise that I will soon. The last few weeks for me have consisted of going to work, sleeping, hanging out with my besties, sleeping, having the occasional [planned, for the record] fire, sleeping, watching movies, sleeping, playing games, sleeping, and living off pizza and cereal. Oh, and it is THE LIFE.
It feels so nice to just slow down and chill. There was a time last year when I was always running... being torn this way and that. Working 3 jobs, taking care of Shadow and the fur kids, driving wayyy too much, volunteering with the animal shelter EVERY WEEKEND... it was fucking ridiculous all that I was trying to do and eventually I got tired. A lot has changed for me in the last few months and I'm grateful for it. I feel like I'm finally settling in and calming down and finding my own rhythm - and it is good.
Well, I'm off to take a shower. Despite not sleeping much last night I had a wave of energy that I put to some good use cleaning and re-arranging (yet again) the pets' room. So, I'm quite funky and need to handle that ASAP. I just wanted to sit and wind down for a few and I figured I could stop being anti-internet-social and say hello. I hope '09 is turning out to be fabulous for y'all... but even if it's not, remember that every day is a new day. It doesn't have to be an entirely sucky year. ❤
Friday, December 5, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Who Killed Amanda Palmer?
Sunday was the Amanda Palmer show in Atlanta. I went there with Shaun. He let me tag along. It was pretty great. First of all - I didn't drive and we didn't get lost. Those two things will make any trip AMAZING for me. (Not that driving and getting lost is always a bad thing, but sometimes it gets old).
We had some time to kill before the show and hung out in L5P for a while. We made a friend... this old guy just started talking to us and he was nice but he talked a lot so he didn't know that I liked tarantulas, too, (like him) but whatever. I know his name is Jeff with a "G" and that he wants us to move there to be closer to him and that he will choke you out if you piss him off. Also, he bought us lunch so HELLZ YES for free food.
Then we went to the place and there were people already out there so we stayed out there, too. For some hours in the cold. Luckily for me Shaun is like a heater and he let me stand next to him so that I didn't turn blue and die of cold. Also, we made bodies on the ground. See?? I'm the little one and Shaun looks like bigfoot. Heee.
Also, the really cute merch girl came out and wanted to hug me. I so let her. THEN this guy went and got his guitar and played some songs. He was pretty good, too. I sang along to one, QUIETLY, because no one should be subjected to that. For really realz. Also... because I am terribly shy. But whatever.
Anyway, we finally got to go in and warm up some and that was nice. The opening bands were good. I REALLY, SUPER like Vermillion Lies. The Builders and the Butchers were good, too. My pictures are kind of crappy so you get what you get. Here they are:
I'm short and this man kept leaning in front of me. This was ALMOST a damn good picture.
I think at this point in the show they were doing a cover of Rhianna's "Under my Umbrella" song which was so out of left field. I LOVED IT. They turned it up loud and it made me wiggle a little bit. Ha. I'm so extremely shy... I should really get over that. Btw... the people in the picture are from the Danger Ensemble... they go around and do stuff.
Also I just realized that I do not have a picture of the skinny guy with the violin up here... so you should probably just go get snoopy on Shaun's flickr if you want to see more. Anyway, the two girls that are not Amanda Palmer are the girls from Vermillion Lies... you can't see it from here, but the left one has a totally hot mustache on her face.
AND... I kind of met Amanda Palmer. A girl took this picture... I don't think I was ready. I'm never ready for pictures. 😂 But here it is anyway. She was totally on my boobs. OH YEAH.
Anyway it was fun. The show was awesome. I got the ink pen that fell out of one of the Danger Ensemble girl's mouths. Hey! Look at Shaun's blog. His has less words, more pictures. And videos!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
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