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"B & J" bjskeff@removecox-internetcom wrote in message
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"John Catron" wrote in message
lots of sweet words snippered out and pruned


You're a good man, John Catron (a.k.a. Dragonryder)! I know the computer
is
her outlet for dreams, speculation, and friends. I know why she speaks
(writes) so highly of you.

And what you speak is the absolute truth, Brudder. g You blew me away
with your sweet birthday card honey. It came at a time I needed cheering
up. And now I have to make the drive into Knoxville to get Sugar a muzzle
because with ALL of us at work tomorrow, she will rip shit tear ass whatever
she so desires as Squire was unable to rig up something to contain her while
we are gone. A muzzle is humane, she can still drink but not rip things up.
This is because after putting her and Rose back in my car Monday night when
I went to visit Mary Emma in town, (she was causing too much aggrivation and
was bumping into her and she has fibro myalgia very badly and hasn't
recovered from her near death experience) fifteen minutes later when I went
out to leave, I discovered first that I had a rear arm rest. Or HAD. Sugar
in her anxiety and stress of me putting her in the car and not returning for
whatever her reasons were in her little disturbed mind, she pulled the
armrest down and proceeded to tear the material and foam to complete and
total shreds. I was floored. She has never done this in the past, there was
a raw hide chew bone for her to do with, but it was ME she was acting out on
because she had gotten in the front seat with Rose and taken my dayrunner
off the front floorboard and ripped off the leather tab from the zipper. Had
I been ten more minutes I'm sure my day runner would have been torn to
shreds too. She was acting out on ME. So instead of dropping her off at the
pound like I felt like doing (the temps were going to the single digits that
night) and the vet was closed or I would have possibly put her down (no
flames please, because I love this dog but don't have the time or money to
put out for a correctional class). We decided since Squire was leaving that
a muzzle was the best route for now.

Lets pray that it is. If she escapes that and destroys the house tomorrow
while I'm at work, her fate is decided. Despite how much I love her and how
much Rose likes her company, if this doesn't work, she's gone. The
perennials she's destroyed are insignificent. They will eventually be
replaced. The office chair is not totaled, I can still sit in it, just one
corner is gone. My car armrest is gone for good, I covered the back of the
seat with a nice Mexican throw. She didn't rip the seat or back, it was
just the arm rest.

But when we went to LOTR-Return of the Kings and was gone for 7 hours, she
destroyed a $60 futon cover. It wasn't the futon mattress, that would have
been $800 damage...........the waterbed sheet has been patched with magic
fibre and until I can afford to buy another sheet, it will do. The
flowerbeds now have wire laid across them. But if I come home to her having
escaped the muzzle and done damage, she's sealing her fate and back at the
humane society. End of kvetching about her. This is her last chance. I
don't care how smart and sweet she is the rest of the time, she has a
behavior problem and this is the best I can do. I will not beat or whip this
dog because that's not how you do things. FEar is not a factor here.

On a garden note............yes I WAS outside planting bulbs in the cold the
other day. I just didn't think Squire was noticing. Just goes to show you
that we don't always know when ya'll are paying attention g

A belated cyperspace happy birthday to Marilyn (Madgardener) and a
successful road trip to you on.

He left and is in South Carolina dropping off a load. He's passing thru on
his way somewhere else tonight and will be able to pick up the covers,
pillows and coffee maker he left in our truck when I brought all his stuff
once they assigned his truck to him.......he'd forget his head if it weren't
tacked on, and he was running behind because of problems with his truck they
had to fix before he could leave. This will be a two week at a time stint
with time home in between for a couple of days. But with the new law
starting up Tuesday, he'll drive 14 and have to rest 10 which isn't a
problem with my literal and precise trucker. He does things by the book
anyway.

It looks like my computer refuses to talk to his which is the hub and main
one in the network, so I am resigned to come downstairs in his dragon cave
and get online until he's home to fix it. It figures this happens when he
leaves................g
later, road trip.
madgardener up on the ridge, back in fairy holler, overlooking a cold
English Mountain in EAstern Tennessee zone 7, Sunset zone 36 where we're
expecting nasty weather tonight.

John