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RIP Simon 07/04/2001 – 05/29/2014

RIP Simon

I can’t even put into words what an awesome cat he was, how much he meant to us. He was kind and gentle and super smart, he was always the ‘mother’ to babies we brought in the house, and anyone who was sick. He loved to dance and sing, and if you ever saw him do it you’ll know I am not making that up. He had more pain in his lifetime than one being should have to suffer and he was so stoic that when started to have more difficulty walking than usual, we though it was arthritis and had no idea of the terrible thing growing inside that was about to take away his life.

He was wonderful, and he was always there… and now he’s not. Our hearts are broken.

Urgent – Rescue needed for disabled dog! (updated)

As the video shows, Autumn doesn’t let anything stop her from making friends.

Update: Autumn has made it safely into rescue with K9.5 Rescue in Greenville, SC! I was afraid to post any updates until she was actually physically at the rescue, since the first rescue that was going to take her backed out – I didn’t want to jinx it. I’m happy to now report she’s safe, she’s settling in, and she’ll be seeing a veterinarian soon to determine what needs to be done for her back injury and when she can start heartworm treatment (since she’s at least 2-3 years old and didn’t appear to have had the best of care, her testing positive didn’t really surprise anyone). A special thanks to Boxer Butts and Other Mutts for arranging to board her at their vet until she could be taken to Greenville, and to Sam VanSant for getting her safely down there. This awesome little dog has touched a lot of hearts and I’m sure we haven’t heard the last from her. 

Autumn found herself at the Henderson County animal shelter after having been abandoned at a local business. She has feeling in her back legs, but limited use of them. This appears to not have been a recent injury. Her sweet disposition and zest for life have made her a favorite at the shelter but she desperately needs to get into a home or rescue as soon as possible. Her stray hold is up and the shelter is overcrowded. Besides that, the pebbled floors, designed to keep humans and dogs from slipping on wet floors, are abrading her back legs and feet badly.

Autumn does not seem to realize she’s disabled and has never met a stranger. She deserves a chance and would make a great therapy dog. The nature of her disability is currently unknown (she needs to be examined by a vet and X-rayed) but even if it is not fixable, she would adapt well to a wheelchair. Several people have offered to help fund her medical care but she needs to get out of the shelter before any of this can happen.

She is about 25 pounds and maybe a couple of years old. She needs to be spayed,  appears to at least one litter of puppies, and obviously has not had the best care — though this hasn’t affected her outlook on life!

Please contact Henderson County Animal Shelter at (828) 697-4723 as soon as possible if you can help Autumn.

The forever hike

This morning Gwen had a vet appointment. I really hadn’t planned out the day beyond that, but when we got out of the vet’s office the sun was shining brightly and it was shaping up to be a wonderful day — it seemed a shame to waste it. I decided it would be a nice day for a hike.

Hmm… where to go? Somewhere new, maybe. But I didn’t want to drive too far, and I didn’t want to go somewhere too remote, by myself. The Pink Beds trail in Pisgah National Forest seemed like a good choice and off we went…

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At the trailhead

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Gwen is eager to be off.

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The first of many boardwalks.

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Not a good place to lose your footing.

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According to the hike book, a lot of the areas along this trail are flooded by beavers.

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No beavers here.

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I saw this, and I was like, ‘that is neat looking’ – and then I realized that was my path.

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No problem for Gwen, all that agility training came in handy here.

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Posing with the tree root monster.

There are more pictures in the full album here.

Some time  after all these pictures were taken… a looooonnnnggg way along the trail, I started to wonder just how much further we had to go? My GPS program I was using to track my distance (not very well, it kept freezing and then skipping in a straight line from point to point instead of following my path) had already registered over three miles and the entire trail was supposed to be 3.4 miles. I encountered a lady ahead of me hiking with what looked like a whole pack of huskies, and asked her how close we were to the end of the trial; imagine my surprise when she told me the trail was a seven mile loop! “But I thought this was a three mile trail?” I asked, and she said that if I had turned at the bridge I passed it would have led straight back out to the parking area, but that the trail we were on would ‘eventually’ loop back there. I asked how far along the seven miles she thought I was, maybe halfway? “I’m not sure if you are that far, but don’t worry, your dog looks like she’ll have no trouble making seven miles.” she replied cheerfully.

Suddenly, the joke I had made in my text to Joy (letting her know where I would be, to be safe) that she should ‘call the park rangers’ if she hadn’t heard from me by four O’clock wasn’t funny any more. We’d been maintaining a really brisk pace the whole way, including jogging on the areas that were flat enough for it to be safe, but now we really got a move on.

The trail seemed to go on forever. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was getting late in the afternoon, I wouldn’t be in such a hurry. It wouldn’t get dark for a few hours, but it would start getting cold soon, and the shadows of the trees would make it darker in the woods even before sundown. Joy really would think I was lost. Every chance I got where I wasn’t risking a broken ankle, I’d put on a burst of speed. By the time we got to the car my legs were numb and wobbly.

I have no idea what trail we were on today. Most of it was definitely the Pink Beds trail…  I thought I followed the signs and the orange blazes all the way, but obviously I deviated somewhere, because the books all rate that trail as about an hour and a half normal hiking speed and fairly level, and we spent two hours at speeds ranging from a brisk march (before I had turned it off because it was draining the phone battery, my GPS measured our average walking speed between runs as 4.7mph) to a full-out sprint, and it got a fair bit steep in places. I don’t know if it was seven miles, but it was definitely way more than three and a half so apparently I took ‘the scenic route’.

The dog has been passed out cold most of the evening and I think I totally earned that whole piece of tiramisu I demolished at dinner.

The inscrutable ‘smee


I have found this to be very true…

"If you look for something, you will find it when you least expect it."

…of course, when I say ‘look for’ I mean ‘poop-scooping the back yard’ and when I say ‘find’ I mean ‘with the bottom of my shoe’.