it’s a fuzzy fuzzy world…

life in the heartland… with dogs… and cats…

Flower

Murphy, the fosterShiba

I finally managed to get camera, camera battery and then card reader into useful locations and I have pictures of Murphy, the household’s foster Shiba Inu. He just turned a year old, and he’s turning into quite the nice little guy. He’s also generally an excellent housedog. Of course, as I typed that, I heard crunching noises and found him munching on the buckle to one of my sandals. Thankfully, he hadn’t done any damage yet when I redirected him back to a bone and a toy.

pictures are back here! )I hope you enjoyed the tour of Life With Murphy!

Damp house… confused critters…

Since I moved into this house, back in July, my primary living space has been the huge walk-out basement. My bedroom is down there, and my big-screen TV and comfy squishy sofas, perfect for lounging on with dogs and cats while working (or playing) on the laptop. There’s easy access to the backyard, by way of the screened porch, and it’s just an altogether more convenient and pleasant “critter space” than the upstairs. (It also allows me to keep the upstairs relatively cat-free, since I have friends and family who are allergic to the feline members of the Reddogs clan.)

Last night, having spent most of the day upstairs doing laundry and unpacking books and generally doing rainy-day chores, I headed down the stairs to grab a laundry basket and realized that the carpet looked funny. Then I got closer and realized the carpet was drenched. Oops! The basement was flooding

As I started the process of contacting the insurance company (who ultimately didn’t cover it because it was a “groundwater incursion” for which I’m not covered) and moving furniture to the dry side of the basement, I also relocated all the animals to upstairs. The cats all got caught and stashed in the small bedroom, where they’re safe from the possibility of escaping while workers are in and out of the house. Conveniently, that room opens onto the main upstairs bathroom, so I can go into the bathroom, close the hall door, then open the bedroom door to go in and feed/water/snuggle cats, letting the bathroom act as a kind of “airlock” to keep kitties from escaping.

Then I drug all the dog crates upstairs and stashed them in the master bedroom, which is my temporary sleeping space (on a twin futon… bleah) until the Big Noisy Fans are gone from downstairs and I can have my room back. The dogs have taken this in stride, ’cause they’re pretty much just happy to be wherever I am, and they can still hang out in the living room with me (Thunder the English Setter looks very elegant sprawled on the leather sofa). The cats, however, are extremely unhappy about this turn of affairs. They’re used to being able to sleep with me, and to snuggle against me while I’m working on the laptop. They do not like being banished to a single room, but we’ve got at least three more days of contractors being in and out of the house to finish drying out the basement and I can run the risk of freaked-out kittie escaping through an open door. :-(

I want my bed back… and my DVR (it’s hooked up to the big TV downstairs)… and I want my house to not sound like I live in a wind-tunnel. But we can all survive a few more days of this, and the good news is that the water was limited to the floor… the walls aren’t wet, and the carpet is probably okay (yay for really good water abatement crews!), and in a few days life will be back to normal.

Check it out!

My niece, also known as “the really cool teenager who lives upstairs from me,” has started a neat new blog. She’s writing a teen advice column, Ask Jaqi, and you should check it out (and recommend it to the teenagers in your life!).

She’s got a lot on the ball, so I think she’ll give great advice!

The dog food dilemma

I’ve fed Eagle Pack Holistic for several years, and until recently I was happy with the results. The boys maintained good weight and had great coats.

Since the move, though, and especially since fencing the yard, Drummer’s on the skinny side and Thunder is positively gaunt. The Eagle Pack doesn’t seem to be nutrient-dense enough to keep the BusyBoys at a good fighting weight while they’re running running running in the new yard. I’ve also been unhappy with (not to put too fine a point on it) the volume of doggy “output” that I’m having to pick up in the yard. Since our standard lamb & rice formula didn’t seem to be suiting Thunder, I first tried a different Eagle formulation, but the fish & oatmeal didn’t help, so the next phase of the quest was to find something completely different. This time the goal was no grain, minimal carbs, and more protein and fat.

food, food and more food )Things I like about the Evo Red Meat: After the five ingredients listed above, four of the next five are meat (and the fifth is oil), and four of the next five are fruits and vegetables. Only thing I don’t like about the Evo, at least so far? It’s 50% more expensive than the Eagle Pack, which was already pricey. Ouch. I hope they do well on it!!

Entertainingly, this experiment in food means that the dogs are now eating a higher-protein kibble than the cats, who are of the opinion that the dog food smells really really good now.

So, dog-people… what do you feed, and why? (And yes, I’ve heard all the arguments for feeding raw, and that’s not a path I’m ready to go down.) Anybody with experience with either the BG or Evo Red Meat?

If you ever wondered…

… if your vote counts…

Tonight I know for sure that my vote made a difference, at least on a micro scale. My little county in Indiana, with 100% of the precincts reporting, went 49.6% Obama and 49% McCain.

And as I was in the midst of typing this, McCain made a very gracious concession speech and the electoral college projections moved up to 306 votes for Obama.

It’s been a good day.

Current Mood: (ecstatic) ecstatic

The politics of Pixy Stix

I scored a major stash of Pixy Stix in the run-up to OVFF and Halloween, then I only had four trick-or-treaters, so I left a big bag of Pixy Stix on the cabinet outside my office yesterday.

Entertainingly, all the blue and purple ones are now gone, leaving just the red and orange.

In this week of “Will Indiana be a blue state or a red state?” I’m amused by the fact that the color of our Pixy Stix-coated tongues in my workplace seems to be voting in favor of blue.

Current Mood: (silly) silly

vote… just do it

If you’re a registered US voter and you haven’t voted yet, go.

Do not pass Go, do not collect $200, just go.

Worried about the lines? Take a book, or for the digitally enabled crowd, catch up on your email or your websurfing from your phone. In some areas, you may be surprised… with 10-20% of registered voters having voted early, lines may not be as bad as you expect! (I drove past my polling place this morning… there were maybe a dozen cars there. Apparently I could have voted faster this morning, way out in the country, than the time it took on Saturday… but that’s okay… I’m just happy that it’s done!)

No transportation? Call a friend… ride with a neighbor… take a cab or a bus.

Just go. Please? It’s important

Current Mood: (optimistic) optimistic

trying something different…

In an effort to start using the blog on my website, I’m going to start cross-posting from reddogs.com to LJ. With luck, this will all just work. Of course, that would be somebody else’s luck. With _my_ luck, smoke will start billowing from the laptop at any moment!

testing the cut-tag, and a gratuitous cat photo )

Comments will be enabled in both places, so you can comment at reddogs.com or on LJ… whichever makes you happy! :-)

Current Mood: (sleepy) sleepy

soon… a fence!

Having recently moved to a new house in TinyLittleTown, IN, the dogs and I have been anxiously awaiting the day that they can actually enjoy the two-acre yard.

Well, that day is getting closer. Over the last week, corner posts were set, then everything was trenched (I’m having the bottom six inches of chain link buried to discourage digging) and the rest of the fence posts went in. Today, they started pulling chain link, and it’s looking great! With luck, they’ll be finished by the weekend and Drummer, Thunder, Snickers (my sister’s Shiba) and Secret (niece’s Shiba) will finally be able to run and play to their hearts’ content. I guess it’s time for me to either find the Flying Squirrel or buy a new one, so I’ll have something to throw for Drummy!

oooh… shiny!

Hey, look! It’s something new on reddogs.com!

Wow. It’s been a long time since the last time that happened!

Content coming soon… for now you’ll just have to settle for a starter post!