Homeward Bound Veterinary Services

10/19/2023

Taffy! It was a long day and I am tired. Can I have some of your dog food tonight?

“¡Absolutamente, El Jefe! ¡compartimos! siempre y cuando hagas un poco más”
(absolutely, El Jefe! we share! so long as you make some more)

Wow, what a nice former stray dog! So lucky to live in her house!

So Cabrin (the dog food eating client, who has noted all the health benefits for her and her dogs), we are on the same page! Menu page that is!

10/18/2023

¡El jefe! ¿Qué les estás haciendo a tus clientes? ¿Ponerlos en dietas de comida para perros? ¡Son tan raros como tú!
(El jefe! what are you doing to your clients? putting them on dog food diets? they are as weird as you!)

No Taffy, my only concern is the pet! The owner can do as they wish- I leave that between them and their doctor!

Well, the client Taffy was referring to saw how good the dog food she made for her dogs was helping their health, so she made the logical leap- eat it herself! So she is eating real and unprocessed food, says she has lost a…..well not a ton of weight….but a significant amount, has become more active and feels better!

“¡eso es de lo que estoy hablando!
¡Ustedes, los humanos, necesitan preparar buena comida para sus perros y no nos importa compartirla con ustedes! ¡Porque si estás más sano, estarás ahí para cuidarnos!”
(that is what i am talking about!
You humans need to make good food for your dogs, and we do not mind sharing it with you! for if you are more healthy, you will be there to care for us!)

Thanks Taffy!

10/11/2023

One more day of literary! But from a famous author yesterday to someone who just writes for fun (as far as I know) today. The writer makes his living as a boot maker and creates some really nice Cowboy Boots. If looking for a fancy pair of boots, he has some that while a little more in cost than some mass produced boots, have even more value.

(And this story is shorter!)

10/10/2023

I was told a few years ago to keep stuff on Facebook short and directly related to my business. I am not good at short, but it is all directly related to my business, for my business is living beings and their relationship to each other, and their appreciation and committment to each other, people to animal and animal to people. (The same person that gave this advice said “People are getting tired of seeing Hoppy and Taffy.” So you know they were lacking some perception in some way!!)

Well, clear violation of the “keep it short” here, but my bedtime review of Kurt Vonnegut stories revealed one I have to offer. I bet someone will read it, maybe. And if they do, and they think, my usefulness may get a very tiny stamp of validity. Here goes:

“Tom Edison’s Shaggy Dog” by Kurt Vonnegut
Two old men sat on a park bench one morning in the sunshine of Tampa, Florida, one trying to read a book he was plainly enjoying while the other, Harold K. Bullard told him the story of his life
in the full, round, head tones of a public address system. At their feet lay Bullard's
Labrador retriever, who further tormented the aged listener by probing his ankles with a
large, wet nose.
Bullard, who had been, before he retired, successful in many fields, enjoyed reviewing his important past. But he faced the problem that complicates the lives of cannibals, namely: that a single victim cannot be used over and over. Anyone who had passed the time of day with him and his dog refused to share a bench with them again.
So Bullard and his dog set out through the park each day in quest of new faces. They had had good luck this morning, for they had found this stranger right away, clearly a new arrival in Florida, still buttoned up tight in heavy stiff collar and necktie and with nothing better to do than read.
"Yes," said Bullard, rounding out the first hour of his lecture, “made and lost five fortunes in my time.”
"So you said," said the stranger, whose name Bullard had neglected to ask. "Easy, boy! No, no, no, boy," he said to the dog, who was growing more aggressive toward his ankles.
"Oh? Already told you that, did I?" said Bullard.
"Twice."
"Two in real estate, one in scrap iron, and one in oil and one in trucking."
"So you said."
"I did? Yes, guess I did. Two in real estate, one in scrap iron, one in oil, and one in trucking. Wouldn't take
back a day of it."
"No, I suppose not," said the stranger. "Pardon me, but do you suppose you could move your dog
somewhere else? He keeps---"
"Him?" said Bullard, heartily. "Friendliest dog in the world. Don't need to be afraid of him."
"I'm not afraid of him. It's just that he drives me crazy, sniffing at my ankles."
"Plastic," said Bullard, chuckling.
"What?"
"Plastic. Must be something plastic on your garters. By golly, I'll bet it's those little buttons. Sure as we're
sitting here, those buttons must be plastic. That dog is nuts about plastic. Don't know why that is, but he'll sniff it out and find it if there's a speck around. Must be a deficiency in his diet, though, by gosh, he eats better than I do. Once he chewed up a whole plastic humidor. Can you beat it? That's the business I'd go into now, by glory, if the pill rollers hadn't told me to let up, to give the old ticker a rest."
"You could tie the dog to that tree over there," said the stranger.
"I get so darn' sore at all the youngsters these days!" said Bullard. "All of 'em mooning around about no frontiers anymore. There never have been so many frontiers as there are today. You know what Horace Greeley would say today?"
"His nose is wet," said the stranger, and he pulled his ankles away, but the dog hu**ed forward in patient pursuit. "Stop it, boy!"
“His wet nose shows he's healthy,” said Bullard. " 'Go plastic, young man!' That's what Greeley'd say. 'Go atom young man!' "
The dog had definitely located the plastic buttons on the stranger's garters and was cocking his head one way and another, thinking out ways of bringing his teeth to bear on those delicacies.
"S**t!" said the stranger.
"'Go electronic, young man!'" said Bullard. "Don't talk to me about no opportunity anymore. Opportunity's knocking down every door in the country, trying to get in. When I was young, a man had to go out and find opportunity and drag it home by the ears. Nowadays---"

"Sorry,' said the stranger, evenly. He slammed his book shut, stood and je**ed his ankle away from the dog. "I've got to be on my way. So good day, sir."
He stalked across the park, found another bench, sat down with a sigh and began to read. His respiration had just returned to normal when he felt the wet sponge of the dog's nose on his ankles again.
"Oh, it's you!" said Bullard, sitting down beside him. "He was tracking you. He was on the scent of something, and I just let him have his head. What'd I tell you about plastic?" He looked about contentedly. "Don't blame you for moving on. It was stuffy back there. No shade to speak of and not a sign of a breeze."
"Would the dog go away if I bought him a humidor?" said the stranger.
“Pretty good joke, pretty good joke," said Bullard, amiably. Suddenly he clapped the stranger on his knee. "Say, you aren't in plastics, are you? Here I've been blowing off about plastics, and for all I know that's your line."
"My line?" said the stranger crisply, laying down his book. "Sorry-- -I've---never had a line. I've been a drifter since the age of nine, since Edison set up his laboratory next to my home, and showed me the intelligence analyzer."
"Edison?" said Bullard. "Thomas Edison, the inventor?"
"If you want to call him that, go ahead," said the stranger.
"If I want to call him that?" Bullard guffawed. "I guess I just will! Father of the light bulb and I don't know
what all."
"If you want to think he invented the light bulb, go ahead. No harm in it." The stranger resumed his reading. "Say, what is this?" said Bullard, suspiciously. "You pulling my leg? What's this about an intelligence
analyzer? I never heard of that."
"Of course you haven't," said the stranger. "Mr. Edison and I promised to keep it a secret. I've never told
anyone. Mr. Edison broke his promise and told Henry Ford, but Ford made him promise not to tell anybody else- for the good of humanity."
Bullard was entranced. "Uh, this intelligence analyzer," he said, "it analyzed intelligence, did it?"
"It was an electric butter churn," said the stranger.
"Seriously now," Bullard coaxed.
"Maybe it would be better to talk it over with someone," said the stranger. "It's a terrible thing to keep
bottled up inside me, year in and year out. But how can I be sure that it won't go any further?"
"My, word as a gentleman," Bullard assured him.
"I don't suppose I could find a stronger guarantee than that, could I?" said the stranger, judiciously. "There is no stronger guarantee," said Bullard, proudly. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"
"Very well." The stranger leaned back and closed his eyes, seeming to travel backward through time. He
was silent for a full minute, during which Bullard watched with respect.
"It was back in the fall of eighteen seventy-nine," said the stranger at last, softly. "Back in the village of
Menlo Park, New Jersey. I was a boy of nine. A young man we all thought was a wizard had set up a laboratory next door to my home, and there were flashes and crashes inside, and all sorts of scary goings on. The neighborhood children were warned to keep away, not to make any noise that would bother the wizard.
"I didn't get to know Edison right off, but his dog Sparky and I got to be steady pals. A dog a whole lot like yours, Sparky was, and we used to wrestle all over the neighborhood. Yes, sir, your dog is the image of Sparky."
"Is that so?" said Bullard, flattered.
"Gospel," replied the stranger. "Well, one day Sparky and I were wrestling around, and we wrestled right up to the door of Edison's laboratory. The next thing I knew, Sparky had pushed me in through the door and bam! I was sitting on the laboratory floor, looking tip at Mr. Edison himself."
"Bet he was sore," said Bullard, delighted.
"You can bet I was scared," said the stranger. "1 thought I was face to face with Satan himself. Edison had wires hooked to his ears and running down to a little black box in his lap! I started to scoot, but he caught me by my collar and made me sit down.
"'Boy,' said Edison, "it's always darkest before the dawn. I want you to remember that.' "'Yes, sir,' I said.

"'For over a year, my boy,' Edison said to me, 'I've been trying to find a filament that will last in an incandescent lamp. Hair, string, splinters--nothing works. So while I was trying to think of something else to try; I started tinkering with another idea of mine, just letting off steam. I put this together,' he said, showing me the little black box. 'I thought maybe intelligence was just a certain kind of electricity, so I made this intelligence analyzer here. It works! You're the first one to know about it, my boy. But I don't know why you shouldn't be.
It will be your generation that will grow up in the glorious new era when people will be as easily graded as oranges.' "
"I don't believe it!" said Bullard.
"May I be struck by lightning this very instant!" said the stranger. "And it did work, too. Edison had tried out the analyzer on the men in his shop, without telling them what he was up to. The smarter a man was, by gosh, the farther the needle on the indicator in the little black box swung to the right. I let him try it on me, and the needle just lay where it was and trembled. But dumb as I was, then is when I made my one and only contribution to the world. As I say, I haven't lifted a finger since."
“Whadja do?" said Bullard, eagerly.
"I said, 'Mr. Edison, sir, let's try it on the dog.' And I wish you could have
seen the show that dog put on when I said it! Old Sparky barked and howled and
scratched to get out. When he saw we meant business, that he wasn't going to get
out, he made a beeline right for the intelligence analyzer and knocked it out of Edison's hands. But we cornered him, and Edison held him down while I touched the wires to his ears. And would you believe it, that needle sailed clear across the dial, way past a little red pencil marker on the dial face!"
"The dog busted it," said Bullard.
"'Mr. Edison, sir,' I said, 'what's the red mark mean?'
"'My boy,' said Edison, 'it means that the instrument is broken, because that red mark is me.' "
"I'll say it was broken," said Bullard.
The stranger said gravely, "But it wasn't broken. No, sir. Edison checked the whole thing, and it was in
apple pie order. When Edison told me that, it was then that Sparky, crazy to get out, gave himself away." "How?" said Bullard suspiciously.
"We really had him locked in, see? There were three locks on the door a hook and eye, a bolt, and a regular
k**b and latch. That dog stood up, unhooked the hook, pushed the bolt back and had the k**b in his teeth when Edison stopped him."
"No!" said Bullard.
"Yes!" said the stranger, his eyes shining. "And then is when Edison showed me what a great scientist he was. He was willing to face the truth, no matter how unpleasant it might be.
"'So!' said Edison to Sparky. 'Man's best friend, huh? Dumb animal, huh?'
"That Sparky was a caution. He pretended not to hear. He scratched himself and bit fleas and went around growling at ratholes, anything to get out of looking Edison in the eye.
"'Pretty soft, isn't it, Sparky?' said Edison. 'Let somebody else worry about getting food, building shelters and keeping warm, while you sleep in front of a fire or go chasing after the girls or raise hell with the boys. No mortgages, no politics, no war, no work, no worry. Just wag the old tail or lick a
hand, and you're all taken care of.'
"'Mr. Edison,' I said, 'do you mean to tell me that dogs are smarter than people?'
"'Smarter?' said Edison. 'I'll tell the world! And what have I been doing for the past year? Slaving to work out a light bulb so dogs can play at night!'
"'Look, Mr. Edison,’ said Sparky, ‘why not--’ ”
"Hold on!" roared Bullard.
"Silence!" shouted the stranger, triumphantly. "'Look, Mr. Edison,' said
Sparky, 'why not keep quiet about this? It's been working out to everybody's
satisfaction for hundreds of thousands of years. Let sleeping dogs lie. You forget all about it, destroy the intelligence analyzer, and I'll tell you what to use for a lamp filament.'"

"Hogwash!" said Bullard, his face purple.
The stranger stood. "You have my solemn word as a gentleman. That dog rewarded me for my silence with a stock-market tip that made me independently wealthy for the rest of my days. And the last words that Sparky ever spoke were to Thomas Edison. 'Try a piece of carbonized cotton thread,' he said. Later, he was torn to bits by a pack of dogs that had gathered outside the door, listening."
The stranger removed his garters and handed them to Bullard's dog. "A small token of esteem, sir, for an ancestor of yours who talked himself to death. Good day." He tucked his book under his arm and walked away.

10/07/2023

From Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions:

Dwayne's only companion at night was a Labrador retriever named Sparky. Sparky could not wag his tail--because of an automobile accident many years ago, so he had no way of telling other dogs how friendly he was. He had to fight all the time. His ears were in tatters. He was lumpy with scars.

No one my age seems to read Kurt Vonnegut. He observed quite a bit and tried to relate it to others.
I bet he treated his dog with respect.

10/05/2023

My “big sister” in Oro Valley texted -
“Oh, I found the cutest little baby snake in the rocks while watering the plants!”

Well, it was not that silly… but she got to check out all the firemen who came to look at the snake!

We see more snakes on the move when these cooler nights come, so be careful!

10/01/2023

Poor Taff and Hop and Fi, they are getting tired to listening to me tell them bizzare trivia, but Hop says (she speaks Scooby Doo) “Rat reast re ran rook rand ralk rat re rame rime!”

So the dogs learned the Gopher Snake is in the Colubridae family of snakes, and though not poisonous- please just leave them alone! They are helpful to have around (even rattlesnakes are) and they are not dangerous!
Unfortunately they are mistaken for rattlesnake due to their appearance, and they may mimic behavior. Either cool evolution or a comprehensive intelligent design- let you readers make that call today!!!
Well, I hope the one I saw dead in the road was by accident, but the suspicious side of me wonders, since I have seen more than a few cars swerve to “get” a snake in the road. I am glad the Turkey Vultures were at least able to locate and “use” the opportunity.
I hope my negative thoughts are wrong, but it reminded me of the Buddhist tenet (as told to me) “Do the least harm.” We all create harm in the world, physical and emotional, but try to be conscious and avoid what you can. We could make it a corollary of my favorite, “Pascals Wager.”
I remember an old man who was a night attendant at a hopsital i worked at in Atlanta. He was waiting for the hopsital to close, and one of the employees spotted a bug on the floor, and walked across the room to step on it. Joe said “some people see a bug on the floor and they have to kill it.” For years I stepped on bugs on the sidewalk, but avoid it now. It likely makes no difference either way in the bug population, and seems pretty inconsequential ethically, but Blaise Pascal was way sharper than me!

Oh, and one more trivia on Colubridae snakes- they are found on every continent except which one?

Fi thought she know that one, but Fiadh- Ireland is not a continent!

PS: Father Robert O’Brien, Chair of the Department of Philosophy at LeMoyne College in the 80s, should get some credit on this. One morning at Breakfast (he lived among the students- by design, and the poor guy seemed 80!) we were talking about some student behavior problems and he said “we are all going to screw up, but we need to try our best to keep it minimal, learn from it, and make sure we can recover from it.”
Also, without him, I would have never pursued Veterinary College, but that is another story.

09/29/2023

Funnest night in a while! Yeah you English Majors, i am going with funnest 🙂
Friend and client of forever, Seneca, finally making it out to dance after months of invites! She claims to be a novice….yea right…if so, she is a quick learner! Doing dips and all! And she brought her friend Libby who can impress anyone with her moves and agility freestyle, and is now going to be as expert in country dance within a few days!
Jersey, Gerri, Mike, and Doug all came after the lesson for the real dancing!
If anyone wants to come out- Savoy at Trail Dust Town on Friday!

09/25/2023

This looks like a great group trying to help people, and Jeremiah Craig the singer -songwriter and Doyen of Cowboy Boots has helped promote the cause admirably. Thanks Jeremiah.
(Jeremiah has a cool FB page to check out)

Horses are mirrors, they'll show you back whatever you show them. Watch a man with a horse, and you'll see what's inside his own self.

And when you find you're faced with what's inside, don't worry cause "You Don't Have To Ride Alone."

09/25/2023

One of the best parts of the weekend was Seneca and Nunn Better Pet Sitting bringing 7 (or was it 8?) to the Outlaw for dancing Saturday, and they were a blast- nice and fun! I think they may even go to the Two-Step lesson at the Maverick Thursday 7-8. It is a pretty sure bet to get one started!
Maybe more will start coming out for social hour?
Check out the “serreptitious” video captured by one of Seneca’s gang- “Lawless” Libby. If that doesn’t entice you, let’s check your pulse:)
Word on the street is next Friday is a change of venue, the Savoy.

09/19/2023

Last day in Bigfork, what to do?

First, have deer for breakfast! No, not what you are thinking- have them as guests! Number of deer equaled the number of dogs, but making breakfast for deer is east- at least as east as making it for a horse!

Then Pop felt like he should see one last site. His walking is lacking endurance, so at first I thought maybe the safest option was the Swan River Trail in downtown Bigfork (yep, downtown with the skyscrapers of a second story), but repeats are less fun, so we went to Lone Pine Park, and he was impressed and did a pretty hilly route that about wore him out.

Then house chores and readying to leave, and a nice out to dinner in Kalispell.

Everyone is thinking and saying “not so looking forward to getting back to Tucson yet.” Maybe if it were Winter!

09/18/2023

Next to last full day here and I am wearing out the guests! Today was a little walk on the way toward Crane Mountain by Ferndale- what I think is a picturesque little community. Was not too long, for tiredness in one of my charges had us turn back, I am not saying who, and if you think you know, consider Rosebud the Chihuahua has little legs…
There were a lot of gunshots in the distance, and while I am a gun owner it still bothers me that I don’t know how responsible others may behave. And look at the antisocial graffiti someone left. Shameful marks on our society- both leaving graffiti in a National Forest, AND the graffiti itself.

09/18/2023

Well, my dad did not bring his Tecovas Docs on the trip, but I had a coozie up here at the house for his Ranier Beer!
Fil at Hondo, put Hondo ones in your boots!

09/17/2023

Pop is wondering if he may be able to handle staying up here for a while next Summer! Told him he is welcome to. So today he went with me on errands to learn the important stops in the area- Murdochs for deer food, hardware/ tools, some pretty cool clothes and hats, maybe some boots? Then Western Outdoor, really cool western wear, then the obligatory Lowe’s / Home Depot when you have to, then Sliters for building supplies, and the local grocery. He is learning his bearings around town.

Out to dinner afterwards at Tamarack Brewery!

09/16/2023

Well… sometimes having a visitor can make one see things in your area that one may take for granted, without the visitor. Today was one of those days.
All started quiet and routine- walk with the dogs to the river, check on the deer and turkeys (“check on” sounds more benign than “feed”), water some trees, extra coffee on a chilly morning (eat your hearts out you Arizonans!)….then…..
Well, trip to the transfer station (read “dump”) but that is routine….and from there the Bison Refuge, South of Polson on 93. My expectations were limited- Will we see anything? - but if any readers come up to visit then stay long enough to take a trip to see it. Among the best educational displays ever at a visitor center, then the 19 mile 2 hour drive through the refuge…..and what did we see? Lots of Bison!! One even surprised us coming so close! I could not convince my dad to get a picture with him! J/k.
I learned lots about Bison and am so pleased to see them saved from the brink of extinction!
If anyone out there finds themselves in this area, I highly recommend a visit!

09/15/2023

Quiet day today in Montana. First yard work. Was it Frank Sinatra who sang “Start Spreading Manure….” Or was it “the news.” Well we will sing it as manure, and around some trees and plant beds, the future garden, and the lawn. Then to town to get some w**d spray and insect spray and some lightulbs, and yes some
Deer food, but first a detour to Western Outdoor Store, to check out their boots and hats, and give them a nod on Jeremiah Craig Cowboy Boot page. Nice store, and I got out without buying boots or a hat, but could not pass up a cuff bracelet that seemed a pretty good buy.
Then Murdochs- one of my favorite all around stores for hardware, yard stuff, deer food, and they have some cool clothes and hats too. I kept focused, got home and back to work.
Taffy is doing a bit better, eating some special food, if she wants just her meat, today and tomorrow she gets it!! She even came out to supervise some yard work.
Dinner was to Buffalo Saloon and the dog friendly outdoor area where live music was playing. Hop made a new friend!
Now back home, some tea and bed soon, not much more work to do- so fun trip tomorrow!

09/14/2023

What to do today? A bit of yard work early, before Pop got going. The manure delivered last Fall is well composted, so really is a pleasure to distribute! If I ever get to be here more that garden will be the best!
When we got going, took my dad up the North Fork road along the River. He says he wants to try a float down it next year! Water is pretty low now. He got to see Polebridge and we got some huckleberry bear claws there, took them and. Had them along the river where Big Creek flows in, and saw a sweet little pet burial and memorial site there.
Bad news, Taffy is having some real bad days in mobility and is off her food. She did well the first few days…

09/13/2023

Ok Taffy- your new name is Shenanigans! There was no emergency!
“el jefe, fue tanto una emergencia de salud mental como una emergencia de temperatura. Necesitabas alejarte para no volverte loco, y Hop y yo necesitábamos un clima razonable.”
(el jefe, it was both a mental health emergency and a temperature emergency. you needed to get away to not go crazy, and me and Hop needed some reasonable weather)
Ok Taff, it has been way too long since we have been to your Bigfork house.

So first thing was maintenance! The well pump was bad and we got to fix. Then a little sightseeing for my dad who came along, then Sunday Glacier NP and I got to hike with the oldest guy who did the Hidden Lake Trail that day! What do they say? Slow and Steady!
Monday Jewel Basin, today a brief hike at the base of Jewel Basin.
And between all the fun yard work and visiting with the deer in the yard!

09/08/2023

Well, Taffy has me on my way to the emergency she spoke of, but Taff- we have been driving all day! Is this call in our area limitation?
“relájate El Jefe, tenemos esto bajo control, tú solo relájate, y mañana dormiremos en una carpa....”
(relax El Jefe, we have this under control, you just relax, and tomight we sleep in a tent....)

But Taffy…Idaho?
And why is your grandfather here. This must be some emergency…..

09/07/2023

“¡Levántate, Jefe! ¡Levántate y brilla!”
(Get up El Jefe, rise and shine!)

“Are you Peres loca Taffy? It is 1 AM! What are you doing?”

“¡Viaje de emergencia El Jefe! ¡Te necesitamos arriba, el auto está listo!”
(Emergency trip El Jefe! we need you up, car is all ready!)

Ok Taff, if emergency, thanks…..let’s see….sleeping bags? Tent? Cooler full of dog food? You two have your harnesses on and your hunting jackets in the car? What is going on?

“Rel refe, re reard re reat rarning ron re rone resterday rand raffy raid rat re reeded ro ro romething ro relp rou, ro re rought ra rip!”
(El Jefe, we heard the heat warning on the phone yesterday and Taffy said that we needed to do something to help you, so we thought a trip!)

Ok Hop, but where to?

“El Jefe, usted está de descanso y no es el jefe de este viaje. Lo tenemos ingresado en el teléfono, así que sé un buen ser humano y haz lo que te diga el teléfono.”
(El Jefe, you are on break and not the boss for this trip. we have it entered on the phone, so just be a good human and do as the phone tells you)

Wow, Taffy is being firm, and she probably has a little pit bull in her, so I will just shut up and drive for now…..

09/07/2023

So, while having coffee this morning, 6ish- the, the phone dinged an alert from Weather Bug, a heat warning. I said geesh it is almost the second week of September!
Taffy turned and said “No te preocupes, El Jefe, Hop y yo lo tenemos cubierto.”
(no worries, El Jefe, Hop and I have it covered.)

What is she up to? I did find on her cell phone she has been checking the weather in Bigfork….. but she cannot drive or arrange my schedule, so…..is she just planning on turning the Airconditioner up? Taff, electric bill is already high enough!
“No El Jefe, no vamos a usar electricidad”
Hmmmmm, she has something up her fur coat (no sleeve).
Well, it was hot and I am going to retire early, but keep an ear out for mischief.

08/30/2023

Bandit Senior and Bandit Junior!

No, the kitty’s momma’s name is not Bandit, but remarkably close! Change the “t” for a “r” and rearrange the order…..but little Bandit came to Green Calley from Nogales. I think he looks a little like a ferret (the mask), but no, just a fun kitten. His human Mom thinks he is smarter than most cats, including his older brother! Wow, I can sense there may be some sibling problem developing in that house!
Little Bandit has a small connection through Paws Patrol in Green Valley. Paws Patrol
Is a pretty good place to find a cat, in case anyone is looking🐱

And the best part of seeing little Bandit today? Well, sure he is a cute kitten, but Biscotti and coffee!

08/22/2023

Memory pictures came up- Hoppy 4 years ago! 7 years after getting out of PACC as an unadoptable!!
Thank goodness she was unadoptable!

08/13/2023

Thought I was doing well at the dance lessons at the Outlaw, But…… the end of Saturday’s intermediate lesson the instructors Pete and Pat decided to change it up a little they would teach a line dance. I can get some of the most basic ones- Cupid Shuffle, Copperhead Road, but this one…..I was lost.
Taffy said ”¡El Jefe, es tan básico, el lobo!”
(Is is so simple, the Wolf”
Well maybe for you Taff, but i was left to watch and think, ”well, I can check it out on a video and have Taff give me some pointers this week”
Good news though, the focus of the lesson taught a few moves to help keep me more interesting to a dance partner for a whole song and do more than the basic Outside Turn, Inside Turn, Buckle!
If I can expand the repertoire a bit more…maybe i will feel “real enough” to wear a hat!
“espera, El Jefe, ¡puede que te estés volviendo un poco grande para tus botas!”
(hold on El Jefe, you may be getting a little big for your boots!)
You are right, Taff, let’s see if we can learn that “Wolf” line dance first!