Tom Cat needs a home.

 

 Yes, it is still me…I’m just bald because owner hates my fur during mud season.

 

 Tom desperately needs a home…..if you know anyone who might be interested….direct them to The Telluride Vet Clinic ….970-728-4461.

 

 

You know I was once on death row.  I had about ten days left and then I was going to be euthanised.  Luckily David brought me home to live with Boris the Bouvier and my current family. This makes me compassionate  about this cat’s plight.  What goes around comes around  so  I am hoping to help find him a home, foster or permanent….Tom is not picky at this point.

Tom Cat desperately needs someone to love. This cat has had a rough go of it and picked up a few battle scars. One of these is Feline Immunodeficiency Virus (FIV).  This sounds bad but with love and care many cats live a long and happy life.  Tom needs the love and care part….. as much as they love him he can’t stay at the vet clinic forever if you get my drift! Even though the local humane society does everything they  can to help animals, they cannot take in this pet because of its FIV.  Good old Tom (and he’s not that old…maybe five?) will need to find a home where he can live indoors  and be the only cat vying for your attention.  He’s a male, orange and white, and tired of living in a cage. 

Good old Tom has had a rough life.  When he arrived he received the dubious nickname  Scabbs.   I’d hate to be known as Scabbs myself but hey….he’s a cat and they are a little weird in my dog opinion.   Anyway, Tom is looking much better these days and feeling much better too! There is nothing this cat likes better than to be brushed….and he’s very affectionate (as we all are when we suddenly receive some loving care, regular food, have a warm place to sleep).

He has received been vaccinated against Rabies and been dewormed.  The vet can’t keep him forever though so euthanasia is beginning to stare old Tom in the face.  If you feel that you could foster or take on the permanent care of Tom Cat please call the Telluride Vet  Clinic at 970-728-4461.  They will be more than happy to share all of their “Tom” info with you when you call. Perhaps Tom is who you’ve been waiting for to keep your feet warm at the end of your bed on these chilly winter nights.  I hope so. See ya later.

Gotta have passion!

 

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Just  received a few notes from owner about The 2010 Iditarod which is running now in  Anchorage, Alaska.   It was cold up there but they had a fabulous time.  Apparently Alaskans are warm. I rested down at Wash-n-Watch dogs and it was just the ticket.  I had been hoping for a taste of spring and a professional  haircut. I got it. 

 

OK…let’s blow this popstand boys and girls…I’m outta here!

 

 

Uh….hang on a sec…..got a little carried away.

 

There were Americans, Canadians, two Scotsmen, a Belgian, and a Jamaican all at the starting line for The 2010 Iditarod in Anchorage, Alaska.  A Jamaican you say….yes, and he got a huge cheer from the crowd.  He apparently came to Alaska to work as a guide, fell in love with the dogs he  met during his time in the State, and then was taken under the wing of Lance Mackey (whom owner has known about for all of three days now!) Lance is the much-loved several-time winner of The Iditarod, who even entered the competition in 2001 with a diagnosis of throat cancer.  He competed with a feeding tube connected until he had to withdraw to rest. He’s still here and still competing. You can see why he is much loved.

  So a guy from Jamaica, mon…..is now out in the wilds of Alaska with his dogs, his sled, his requisite snow shoes and axe and hopefully is enjoying Alaska’s wild winter paradise. Some are calling his attempt…Cooler Runnings.   Here’s a teensy video commemorating Newton Marshall (St. Anne, Jamaica) and his rookie start at The Last Great Race on Earth – marathon of marathons.

 

A Scotsman’s dogs need tartan coats, lassie!

 

Ceremonial starts call for a kilt and a flag!

 

It will help to  think of The Iditarod this way…..1,049 miles (1,688 km.)  standing on the back of a light sled (basically Houston, TX to Telluride, CO STANDING UP) and mushing along with one leg often pumping as you go, perhaps ski poling along as well, or doing both together   to help the 12  or more dogs pull their heavy load.  The weather can be a blinding whiteout from blowing snow or heavily falling snow, or a ground blizzard obliterating your trail, a –40F (-40C) or worse temperature, OR you can have (as competitors will this year) a long stretch of about ten miles where there is NO SNOW…but you still have to get those dogs and sleds and your  gear over this terrain?  How fun is that to consider?!  Want to sign up next year? AND don’t forget, you pay to do this. You pay a lot because not only do you have an entry fee you also have gear to buy, vet bills to pay,  and the list goes on.  This is a love affair between man and dog and what they can accomplish together with strong hearts, strong wills, and a love of nature at its most wild. 

Tourists attend this event from all over the world.  Owner and curly haired met some Australians who were bundled up against the cold and having the time of their life. I’d love to go and see my fellow canines at the top of their game…but dogs aren’t allowed close to the starting area. I guess those huskies might eat us or something.  Of course, as always, people blithely ignored that rule even when told by cops to get their dogs the heck out of the area. Rules are for other people, what can I say?

 

Can you spot the Canadians in the crowd?

(Hey,  that isn’t curly haired….who is that guy?)

Dog poop has definitely been discussed in this blog before, the necessity of cleaning it up, how hilarious it is that humans are the ones picking it up and so on.  I have to wade into the dog poop issue again. Wade is a bad choice of word.  Can you imagine upwards of 1,200 dogs in one location, all mushing down the same stretch of road over the course of several hours?  Owner and curly haired didn’t see one tiny bit of dog poop anywhere. They couldn’t believe it and had to ask owner’s cousin, Sue (musher)….hey, do these dogs take a pill or something to prevent nature from taking place.  No, she replied…they are professional racers and they know the rules. OK….the rules….but everybody breaks a rule sometime, right?  Not these guys.  No one was even on duty to shovel up “you know what”.  The only shovellers were continually shoveling snow on to the course downtown to make sure each  team had enough snow to mush the distance!  Incroyable!  Increyible!  Un-fricking-believable…..amazing dogs and their retention skills!!!

Here’s a little video of the teams gearing up before their start time.  They are calmly leashing up the dogs and the dogs are “uncalmly” telling everyone to hurry the heck up….they want to run.  These dogs know what’s coming and they are wildly excited to get going.  Once they take off – they shut right up. 

 

Let’s freak them out with our synchronised move! How do you like us now?

 

Knock yourselves out. Think I’m worried?

 After attending a great chat given by  Aliy Zirkle and her husband, Alan Moore, who both compete in The Iditarod, owner and curly-haired are  ardently following their respective races.  Nothing like knowing how these folks melt their water (high tech)  and then drink it through some toilet tubing out of a small  bucket…..makes you want to be an  Iditaroder right? These people thrive on being out on their own in the wild where they are dependent upon themselves and the relationship they earned with their dogs. Owner will never know what it is like to lie watching the Northern Lights while in a sleeping bag at –20F (-28C)  or colder in the clothes she has worn for eight or ten or twelve days.  Curly-haired will never curl up on some straw and have only the warmth of his dogs around him…..I would do it but I’m only one dog and he’s a regular-sized human.  He might not make it through the night; however, he will never ask me to make that ultimate sacrifice.

Now this is a HAT to beat all HATS!

The runner-up but he didn’t know owner was holding a contest!

And so off I go to dream about snow, and blizzards, and –40, and pulling my owners to victory.  Adulation….dreams of adulation.  My sleep should be pleasant. WhenI awake owner and curly haired will be home.

 

The Crowd

Running Dogs

 

If you’ve got it….flaunt it (tail that is)

 

If I look crazed and bark, can we go?

 

Oh come on….a little head humping gets me in the mood.

 

Up close and personal with a couple of sleds

And they’re off!

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Oh! the places you’ll go!

 

 

As all you readers know, owner and curly haired left me again to go roam the wild wild world.  This time they flew off to Anchorage, Alaska.  Why, you ask?  Well it is The Iditarod, the last great race  on earth. Of course, you are aware that my “big guys”  know little  more than that  a bunch of dogs are tied to a sled and they run through the Alaskan wilderness for over one thousand miles….yes one thousand, all the way to Nome.

They didn’t buy tickets to the big banquet.  They weren’t sure they’d arrive in time.  The Musher’s Banquet is a huge affair with about two thousand people in attendance.  The previous winner, Lance Mackey was there and everyone was in awe.  Owner and curly haired showed up at the banquet to ask if there were any spare tickets left and the woman at the door must have liked what she saw (curly haired that is) because she said, “here take these and have fun.”  Suddenly we were inside.   Suddenly we were sitting at the Exxon Table honouring Lance Mackey…how the hell did that happen.  NO, Lance wasn’t sitting with them but hey…..the table was honouring a really famous guy.  Cool. The real point of the dinner besides being a venue for old mushers to get together with other old mushers, is to draw the number of your “starting postion” in The Last Big Race on Earth.

My people are weenies so they didn’t make it to the end of the banquet.  Apparently they were tired after being up nearly 20 hours and having had three plane rides and a time change all in one day.  Really……they are with people who are going to drive sleds for ten, eleven, fifteen days in a row on little food and even less sleep  through snow, and wind, and blizzards, and even a ten mile stretch with no SNOW ….and they complain about being tired.  Pathetic when you think about it, isn’t it? 

Today is actually the big day and then tomorrow is the other big day. How can this be?  Well the big ceremonial start is apparently an hour from now.  There will be a lot of hoopla in downtown Anchorage, which reminds owner of North Bay, Ontario. The sleds will take off at two minute intervals.  If necessary they will cart in some snow to cover the streets to make it all work out well. Luckily it snowed a bit last night, not much, but every centimetre helps right.  I mean, hey….seventy-one teams, over a thousand dogs…this is not a minute amount of essential  snow we are talking about.  Tomorrow thousands of people will  head to Willow, about seventy miles from here, to see the second official start of the race.    After that the mushers will zoom along on their own, looking after their dogs, feeding them, putting them in their little coats to help keep them warm when necessary, and  slipping booties on their paws. Keep in mind this will be the  paws of up to  sixteen dogs (times four of course) to protect them from roots, rocks, and anything that could give them little nicks and scrapes on their most valuable asset. This is not a race of the weary or the weak.

It isn’t so much the event that is the point of travelling, it is the learning more about the event and the people you meet while there.  Yesterday was spent with owner and curly haired attending two different talks about The Iditarod.  Of course they weren’t particularly publicised events so it was only by good fortune that they found out about them.

 

Dr. Stu Nelson, head vet, for the Iditarod and vet volunteer for nine years prior to receiving an actual paid position (as well as running his own practice), gave a great overview of the race.  He spent a lot of time explaining how the race is all about the dogs (as well it should be…finally we get some respect) and the tremendous amount of care and concern that every dog is in healthy shape and enjoying him/herself on the run.  I know we are only dogs but I try to be politically correct since that is the society we live in now.  You can call me, Casey, an IT and it doesn’t bother me a bit but hey…..him/herself is a small concession to make for the rest of you out there.

He was great and owner enjoyed his chat but what she enjoyed most was meeting a special volunteer called Robin. She is from Brisbane, Australia. Of course my owners are partial to Australians as evidenced by the Aussie’s working with curly-haired in Texas.  Anyway, back to Robin. She sold her house and worldly possessions to live a life of adventure.  Why The Iditarod you ask?  Well, a) her beloved dog died and she felt at loose ends and needed to soothe her soul so she thought….well, I need dogs. (she didn’t say this but we think we get the gist….well, she did say about the losing her dog and feeling sad.)  b) She had attended a dog race in Canmore, Alberta fourteen years ago and told  herself that some day she would go to The Iditarod.  Well not only did she manage to get here this year she has already been volunteering for two months. She participated in the straw drop which was an amazing feat of planning.  She has done a bit of everything and loved every second of it – as evidenced by her incredible smile.  We don’t have people hopping on ships to discover new worlds any more but I have the feeling that if we did Robin would have hopped on one, no questions asked, just to see what was out there.  Owner likes these women a lot! (SHE IS NOT ONE but she likes them a lot!)

Sorry guys, no more news.  Owner has cut off the computer chat with me.  She says she has to run to the big start of the race.  She’ll fill me in more with later on.  See ya later.

 

    

Backyard adventure!

 

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I cannot tell a lie.  I’m not wildly adventurous.  Lying on my  mat with a bone, as I told you, can be a huge highlight of my day.  Hiking….sure, love it….but don’t want to meet a bear or a mountain lion or whatever the heck lives out there in the wilderness.  Want to hike up, hike down, have a few sips of water,  maybe a snack, come home and sleep. You don’t see  me out carousing at parties acting all wild and crazy; I don’t have the Planet dropping by to see how I enjoyed paragliding off Ajax Peak.  Nope, I’m a patio girl now that I’m aged.

This is my way of telling you that I knew owner was up to no good when she begged me to accompany her to our back yard.  You need yaktrax just to step through the doorway.  Apollo Ohno could train on our back cement slab…well, it’s tiny but it is sure as heck icy! Actually, it is also melting on top so you can skate and drink at the same time.  Really a phenomenal concept when you think about it.

 

Owner dragged me outside to see a bush that hovers by our door year in and year out.  Why the thing hasn’t died I have no idea.  We don’t do anything to help it grow; I pee on it to try and kill it whenever I can, Don the foster dog ate some of it…but it continues to hang in there.   Now it has coated itself in armour.  Surely to God it should have frozen itself to death this winter. Here’s hoping it  won’t be out there annoying me when summer rolls around.

 

 

Does this look like any bush you have ever seen before?  Every year it goes through this metamorphosis.  This is the cocoon stage but it never turns into a butterfly.

It looks as though a dog got frozen under there. I can see his ears. This photograph is bound to give me nightmares.

Anyway, we went out, took some photos and then realised we were locked outside.  Do you know how deep the snow is in untrampled areas around this town.  DEEP is how deep.  Now we were locked out with owner in her long underwear and Uggs and I in my trusty fur coat. Luckily for us some nice guys had been by recently to remove all the snow from our roof, all the deadly killer eight-foot icicles, so we didn’t have to worry about being annihilated by a roof avalanche. It could happen.  Now, however,  we had to figure out how to get through that snow.  First I did my beaver imitation, flattening my tail  to give extra purchase to scramble on top of the hard-crusted areas.  Let me tell you I was not impressed at all with owner’s smarts.

 

 

Next I sank several few times.  Slithered along the top, used the foot prints of the ice remover boys…but their legs are way longer than mine so that didn’t help much. Got my skunk on with my tail.

Struggled to breathe and then finally made it to the equivalent of a bejewelled desert island, oasis, Taj Mahal  of the back yard, whatever you want to call it….I made it there.  Peed just to let owner know I was pissed off.  Rested.  Ignored her calls to “come” and “let’s go inside.”  No owner, you got us into this mess so we are going at my damn pace.

 

Now we had to traverse the long corridor between the neighbour’s and our building.  Let me just say it was difficult for a dog with eight inch legs!

Plus, have you had a good look at  my coat.  Good Lord I need a grooming.  All this wet snow, spring like weather, cold weather, deep fluffy  snow, mud, puddles,   more snow, hiking through over- my-head drifts is wreaking havoc with my  pelt.  Luckily I’m headed to Wash-n-Watch Dogs during The Iditarod holiday.  I look like hell. My feet look like Dr. Seuss creations!

Finally, we got back to civilisation. I refuse to head out back with her again until it is really spring time.  I’ll pay her back for this jaunt and have my way with some mud, perhaps roll on  a dead mouse……gee that sounds heavenly.  See ya later.

Food is Love!

 

Our friend Lauren dropped like a rock.   Down she went with some virus. It knocked her flat. Her downfall has been my gain, however. It means that I get to see Shiprock first thing in the morning for a couple of days.  We prance around for the requisite 45 or 50 seconds just to make the neighbours think we are young and spry…then we slow to our crawl and take a walk together. How lovely it is  to see Shipper  twice in one week when we can really enjoy each other’s company.  Usually we meet on the fly!  Sorry Lauren that you are ill; thanks Shiprock for agreeing to go for a morning march to the Boomerang.

Owner feeds me the same food every single morning  and evening of my life.  Recently she’s been kind and given me a couple bones to gnaw.  Of course I’ve broken teeth before and am one of the few dogs who has had to have a root canal to fix the damage. If she were smart she’d never give me a bone….but she’s kind and lovely and wonderful and sweet so bones it is.   (there owner…do I get another one, I just talked you up so nicely).  My favourite thing to do is lie on my mat on the patio with a big bone between my paws and gnaw and savour for as long as I can  make it last.  Sometimes I can make that bone completely disappear. 

Understanding humans is not my forte. I know they don’t eat the same dried out food every day of their life…they enjoy VARIETY. (like I wouldn’t?) With curly haired away I sniff a lot of soups simmering on the stove.  I guess they are hearty and warming in this cold weather.  She has been known to put warm broth on my kibble but that is a rarity; it has to be darn cold for that to happen! However, I live for those moments.  Milk on my food is another delight.   It brings back tender memories of being with my mother eons ago--before I was thrown to the wolves, so to speak.

Ahhhh  maaaamaaaaa….where are you now?   Surely you have gone to greener pastures.    Just hearing the word reminds me of that El Divo song about Mama and regrets for words unsaid and actions undone.  Oh I feel a tear forming  behind my left eye.

Owner has gone on a tear.  She is cooking up a storm.  Curly haired is not so sure about all this baking taking place when he’s not around to eat it; but hey, isn’t he on a diet of some sorts?  Isn’t she? Oh right…all this food is heading out the door.   That cake does look good with its honey ginger icing but I’m not a sugar kind of dog.  Wait a minute, I get it now.  The one concession owner has been making re this diet is that she is allowed to have some Chai every day….she just found a way to turn it into a thickly iced cake!  Smart woman!!  She says it is going to book club tonight since they have an Indian themed meal planned.  How would she know?  She reads a lot but I never saw her crack open the book club book once. Hopefully Monica lets her stay when she sees the cake. (Did I mention that I’m kind of crazy about Monica…couldn’t keep from snuggling up to her when she came to movie night….she mustn’t have liked it because she never came back; in fact she left town!)

The chowder is for Lauren.  Everyone needs hot soup when they are feeling under the weather.  Owner always says you make your family where you find it.  We obviously never find ours very often as they are scattered all over the globe.   Whenever we move we have to make a new family for holiday dinners and special events.  I guess being sick counts as a special event as owner plans to load our friend up with a big meal.  Even I could be talked into a bowl of crab chowder with shrimp.  Heck you don’t even have to talk me into the fresh bread…I will just snag some of that off the counter when she’s not looking.  Don taught me how. Making bread is a messy process but well worth it in the end.  Our condo sure smells good today.  Lying outside isn’t an option.  I prefer to lie here and think about my old family.  Not one clue exists as to where my brothers and sisters ended up.  Luckily Shipper, Zak, Eloise, Chloe, and Cowboy, when he’s around, were willing to let me into their dog pack when they got to know my stellar qualities.

The oven is heating up.  The bread is going in. Now we can relax and just sit here salivating.  Oh right…nothing is for me.  Whatever,  I did have that bone.  If owner really wants to shed a few pounds she should go on my diet….same menu, same quantity every day of her life.  Taping her thumbs to her palms would teach her how NOT to get into the pantry!  She’d be hard pressed to put  on any weight then.  I could market the process…..Casey’s Sure Fire Diet Plan.   Wonder if humans would go for it.

Hang on there owner…..what’s that big bone doing out beside the food going to Lauren. Food is love and I love Shipper.  Maybe I just like him.  When you just like someone you don’t give them bones.    He’s not sick.   This is a step above and beyond the call of duty.  Please rethink this.  If I could just find somewhere in this damn condo to dig a hole, I could bury the thing for later!  Gotta run.  See ya later.