The Big Muddy

Yesterday was kinda interesting.

The Human Assistant has the same disease/problem/whatever as Alizé. He says they're too sweet.  ::GAG::  Sure. Whatever.

H.A. started a new medicine Wednesday night. Thursday morning he was not sweet enough. More so than usual. So he was stumbling around being too slow getting our breakfast.

While waiting for the "pink grapefruit slices in light syrup" to kick in.

But first he had to stick things in Alizé's pee. While watching a clock on the computer because it's the only one in the house that shows seconds as well as firsts.

While trying hard not to spill pee on the keyboard.

Though I don't know what that would hurt. He has to make sure that the pee doesn't have keytones in it anymore. If it did, and it got spilled into the keyboard, I guess it would make music while he typed.

But it doesn't. So what's the big deal?

So that was the morning's excitement.

Must. Dry. Fur.

Mmmmphff

In the afternoon the H.A. decided to give Alizé a bath in the bathtub.

She didn't scream or try to jump out. But she stood sideways as far from the sprayer as she could. H.A. had to bend all this way and that. And soap her twice and rinse her off twice. His muscles hurt today! Heh.

The tub wasn't draining very fast. So it looked like Alizé was standing in a shallow pool of the Misi-ziibi. Ol' Man River. The Big Greasy.

What?

white, white, white, black tips

Alizé got fairly clean on her top and sides. But her tummy and back end need more cleaning. But not today. H.A. wants to buy more tub laxative first.

He says the faster the water leaves the tub, the more dirt it takes with it. It's like rivers. Mountain streams run run run and take dirt away.

By the time they get to the ocean, they're big and tired and lazy. They can't carry the dirt anymore. So they just drop it. Like in the bottom of our tub now.

So that was the afternoon's excitement.

You're new!

Me me me go!

Then Zot came for a quick visit. She was actually pretty happy. Zot really hates living with other dogs. She's lots happier living with just her mom.

So of course Zot was happy yesterday! Her mom got home from work and took her for a drive and came to see us. What doggy wouldn't be happy with all that?

When her mom headed for the door, Zot figured she was going too. So did Alizé! For a blind little lady, she sure knows where the front door is! And how to push open the screen door! (H.A. says that one of these days he'll fix that.)

Zot's polite when she's not all stressed out. So she stood back to see what her mom would do. Eventually Zot and her mom were in their car and Alizé was in the house.

And that was the evening's excitement.

Nothing much is going on today. Oh well.

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DNF list

You may know about DNC lists and DNA lists.

"DNC" makes the Human Assistant think of Democratic National Conventions. Especially the 1968 DNC. And of the Chicago Eight.

There will be a Denver DNC. But that's next year. He has trouble thinking about next week!

And DNA lists, well.... Try Wikipedia for lists of projects that sequence genes.​¹  Animals are toward the bottom of the page. In case you want to check up on what it takes to make a cat or a nematode or a puffer fish.

But for most humans a DNC list is where you put your name saying DO NOT CALL !

And a DNA list is names of people where an animal shelter or rescue group says ≡ DO NOT ADOPT ≡ to these poor excuses for humans.

They may be irresponsible backyard breeders or animal abusers or sell animals for experiments. Rescue groups share these names because the people go to lots of different places to get animals.

I am starting a DNF list. But it's just for the Human Assistant.

Now that Shu Shu is gone he thinks he should bring more poor doggies here to take care of. And get in my way. And make me guard my apples.

I am strongly opposed to this idea!  No more!  We have had five foster dogs this year! That's about six too many (when you count his daughter's dog Zot)!

But as another volunteer at the MaxFund shelter said when H.A. brought home Shu Shu, I don't have that much control over what he does.

So at the very least I have a ≣ DO NOT FOSTER ! ≣ list.

It's okay for other people to foster these dogs. Just not the Human Assistant. (And probably not Minky's mom and dad. For sure not until we can get foster dog Tippy outta there!

There are two dogs on the DNF list so far. One is an Alaskan Malamute. (Like Hollybollybananafofanaboo!)

In the first place, Payton is a large male. We have one of those already thankyouverymuch.

In the second place, he is fraidy of the H.A.  Dog-dog issues are more than enough fear and loathing in Colorado.

I don't know which annoys me more. The happy face or the sad face. Both of them can just stay away!

Payton by mr_ed	Payton's MaxFund photo
Braxton's MaxFund photo	Daughter's dog Zot

The second dog who can just stay away! is Braxton. He's male too. So that's a problem.

But look at his disturbing resemblance to Zot!

We finally figured out that Zot really wanted to be an only dog. It only took three trips to emergency rooms. Two of them for me.

[If you've never been in the middle of a dog fight inside a car, well, you just don't know what you're missing!  -- mr_ed]

So no more Braxton-Zots here.

Actually, the whole MaxFund zoo should just stay away. Especially now. They have kennel cough going around. A 13-year-old Gremlin and a 9-year-old former new monia patient don't need that!

But that's my ≣ Do Not Foster ! ≣ list for now.

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​¹ That doesn't seem to mean that you wear Levis one day, Wranglers the next, and like that.

-- MaxFund photos by Nicole Howard