Dogs, Diet and Driving

On Dogs:

Conrad and Jaeger are progressing in their transformation from stupid, worthless puppies to intelligent, irreplaceable dogs.  They will never be like Noah, but they’re enjoyable more often than not these days.

This morning, Buttercup* and I were sitting on the couch.  She had pulled up the game table and was working in a workbook, and I was reading The White Dove to her. All three dogs were snoozing on various pieces of furniture throughout the room.  For some reason, I got up and walked away from my spot for not more than a minute.  Apparently, Jaeg thinks that when I move, it’s for his benefit, because, once again, he had stretched himself across the space between her and the back of the couch.  He loves to be close to her, and every time I move, I lose my place to him.  If someone isn’t sitting next to her, he and Heidi both try to sneak up onto the couch by her.  This was the first time he has stretched out all confident like that.  His head was on the armrest, just in case she wanted to pet him, I am sure!  He’s such a goof!

Conrad is like the dumb jock, and Jaeger is like the geek. We can tell that Conrad is going to be a really good hunter, but he lacks sense.  He’s in his element when he’s outdoors being all athletic and stuff, but he’s kind of a clod in the house.   Honestly, if I hadn’t seen how sharp he is outside, I’d think he was dumber than a box of rocks!  Jaeg, otoh, seems more philosophical and, well, brainy.  He likes to run around the backyard with Conrad, but he learns commands better than Conrad.

Conrad is sort of homely.  I’ve never had a dog that I had to get used to looking at.  Jaeg has Puss in Boots eyes.  Conrad’s white is bright white when he’s clean, though, while Jaeger’s fur leaves a lot to be desired for someone who’s used to dogs that are actually attractive in a domestic setting, like, say, German Shepherds.

Jaeg is no longer the housebroken one.  As Conrad has improved, Jaeg has regressed.  *sigh*  And so has Heidi.   We have become much more regimented in how we handle them.  We now have a feeding schedule, and we try to take them out every two hours whether they act like they need to go or not.  We had a schedule before, but it wasn’t written down.  It helps to have written reminders.

The boys have been keeping the pups in their room at night.  I’m not in love with that.  I’m sure Homer has allergies, and that’s not helping, but all three boys are very good about attending to the dogs.  They’re twice as responsible as I was at any given age in my childhood.  Homer lets Conrad and Jaeg sleep on his bed.  They’re as flexible as wet noodles and don’t mind sleeping in a pile, so it basically works out at the moment.

The puppies make me appreciate Heidi.  It’s nice to have one dog who won’t destroy the house while we’re not paying attention for more than 15 seconds.

On Diet:

Homer and I have continued to eat gluten free.  I believe it has been about three weeks for him, and almost two months for me.  He has noticed a difference, and I have seen a big difference in him.  He doesn’t act depressed and lethargic all the time.    He still craves bread, but we both got glutened by Qdoba over the weekend, and he has stopped asking me how much longer he has to go without gluten.

I feel really, really, really bad that he does seem to have a problem with gluten.  It is so hard to watch people eat yummy things in front of you, especially if you’re a kid.   The other day, Dub made biscuits.  I keep forgetting to buy bread, so he took matters into his own hands.  (I’m used to avoiding it like the plague, so it doesn’t phase me, while I’m shopping, that other people might still want it.)  When the biscuits were done, Homer asked if those were the bisquits that he could eat.  Those things smelled so good!  I told him no, and he wilted.  I’m not sure how else to describe it.  I felt so bad for  him!  I whipped up some cornbread for him, and that helped, but there’s nothing in the world that bakes quite like wheat flour.

Tonight, I finally remembered to do some recipe-reading and research before I was too tired to care.  (I haven’t gotten my laptop fixed, so looking things up is a chore.  I’m anchored to the desktop.) Based on what I read tonight and what I have on hand,  I made what turned out to be like a generic quick bread.  It’s a little too dense to be like sandwich bread – and no yeast, but it is good enough to slather on some Soy Garden and honey.  I am not crazy about gluten free garbanzo and fava flour, but I could hardly taste it in this concoction. Woo  hoo!!!

For my own future reference – GFCF/Egg Free bread experiment 1:

1/2 C GF garbanzo/fava flour (Bob’s Red Mill)

1/2 C GF sweet sorghum flour (BRM)

1/2 C GF whole grain organic brown rice flour (Arrowhead Mills)

1/2 C refined white sugar (just plain old, health hazardous white sugar ;) )

1 tsp Xanthan gum

1 Tbsp Ener-G egg replacer

1 tsp (??? oh dear … maybe it was a Tbsp) baking powder

1/2 C water

1/2 C vegetable oil

1 tsp molasses

1 tsp vanilla

1Tbsp vinegar

Notes:  Oven temp: 350 F

I mixed all of the dry ingredients before adding the wet ones, but I noticed my baking powder was chunky.  >:-|  Nothing like a mouth full of baking powder!  That didn’t seem to effect the final product, but consider sifting the b.p. next time.

After adding wet ingredients, mixed until combined well but not mixed to death.

Baking: Used one loaf pan and sprayed with nonstick cooking spray.  It about doubled in size and did not stick to the pan.  Baked about 30 – 40 min, but don’t keep poking a toothpick in it to check for doneness.  Since there is no yeast, every poke causes it to lose some height.  Patience, my young padawan.

Overall impression:  I went into this expecting to fail.  I was sure I’d end up with one more gloppy, gooby, half baked mess.  I haven’t had a lot of success with egg free breads, unless they are yeast breads.  I just wanted to try some things that might make Homer’s life more pleasant.  I’m definitely going to do this again in the near future. It was of the consistency of quick bread made with real eggs.    It was not more dense in the center as most of my breads are when eggs are called for but something else is used.  I am encouraged to have a gf/cf/egg free bread recipe that Homer likes.

Karen Joy, if you read this,  I have lost the emails we exchanged at the beginning of July, but I seem to remember you describing your flour mixture for everyday baking being a third of three different flours.  That was the main thing going through my head when I started out.  Thank God it worked!

On Driving:

I’m having a lot of fun riding around the countryside with Homer.  I’ve been having him drive me to Buttercup’s house in the morning and then home from her house in the afternoon.  He says he doesn’t like it, but I don’t believe that for a second!  It is so nice to be able to not drive for a change!  :)   On the days that I work, he averages a little over a half hour of driving.  By the time he’s 23, he should have all of the required hours in to be able to take the road test.  That’ll work out well, because I think his insurance rate will be more affordable by that time!

Off I go to check on the German Shorthairs and to kick the German Shepherd Princess of the couch.  Auf wiedersehen!

It’s a new day

This week has certainly gone much differently than I thought it would when it started. I had planned to get a lot done on Monday because it has been so long since this house has had a thorough cleaning. Noah got sick and then nothing got done. Mr. N tried to cheer me up Tuesday night by showing me pictures of puppies for sale. They were the kind of puppies that would fall under the category of “Least Likely to be Found in the Nicklebee House”. While he was doing that, he was slipping in pictures of and ads for dogs he really wanted.

Yesterday, I spent a lot of time doing research on the dogs Mr. N wants. Today, the Little Guy and I went on a little field trip to a land far, far away.

Introducing, from A Land Far, Far Away:

Jaeger** Nicklebee*

Jaeger Nicklebee on his first day home.

Keeping a Low Profile

He was very shy when we got him home. And then Heidi, High Queen of the Nicklebeedom, came outside.

He’s okay.  He’s definitely not Noah – no dog ever will be, but Mr. Nicklebee is having fun with him.

** Jaeger sounds like Yayger.

Shock and Awe

The Shock

Noah died today.

I can hardly believe I’ve typed that. He was fine last night, and then, this morning, he was not fine at all.

The vet said that she saw a mass on his spleen and that the mass had ruptured. His abdominal cavity was full of fluid which was presumed to be blood, based on his symptoms. She said that it has been her experience that that is cancer and the prognosis is grim. For a pretty penny, we could’ve had her open him up and have a look, but the single digit percentage of patients who had benign tumors was not a good enough indication for it, in my opinion. Even if we had the money to put him through all that, the life expectancy with that kind of cancer is mere months after the surgery.

He went peacefully while I stroked the soft fur of his head and neck.

The Awe

I am amazed at how God looked out for Noah. The tumor could’ve ruptured in the middle of a busy week and we might not have noticed for a whole day. As it was, we noticed first thing in the morning and got on it. This could’ve happened when we were flat broke a couple of weeks ago. Things have been really tight, but I happened to have enough to give me the confidence that the vet wouldn’t turn us away, which seems to be standard practice at the clinic where I took him.

Noah was the second of two great dogs after a really trying dog experience. Let’s just say that beagles need room to run and bark and play and run and bark. Noah and Rocky were both very obviously gifts from God. We couldn’t have been better matched.

I am thankful to God for giving us nearly 8 years with Noah and for not allowing him to suffer a lot before he died.

I love you, Noah. Rest in piece, faithful friend.

Noah and his boys

Noah Nicklebee*

June 2, 1999 – May 26, 2008

Michigan Wildlife

The Eastern Fox Squirrel

It looks like Squirrel Girl has moved in and brought her friends. Mr. N saw several squirrels partaking of the bounty of my suet feeder yesterday. She was out there while I was passing the time before I had to take Homer to a class this morning.

She was very curious about me. The other squirrel with her was curious, but not that curious, so I stood therer for a moment while she cautiously scampered closer and closer to me. “Cautiously scampered” does sound oxymoronic, but I don’t know how else to describe it, not being up on my squirrel lingo. Suffice it to say that she slowly but steadily came as close to me as I was willing to allow before she high tailed it up the basswood.

I was afraid she was going to run away, so I slowly stepped over to the tree. She didn’t run, but she did keep flicking her tail and chattering at me. Eventually, I got all of the pictures I wanted, talked to Daisy for a sec, and went back into the house.

When I went back outside on the way to take Homer to his class, Squirrel Girl was raiding the feeder. I have yet to see how they are getting up there, but I suspect they are jumping from a basswood branch. I had trimmed them back, but they apparently have a longer range than I thought.


A “God” Thing

Homer and I went to a park and visited the ducks and geese this afternoon. That’s always fun. Until you get this feeling that you should run to the van and lock the doors when you see someone coming, and you turn out to be right to listen to that feeling.

The thing about it is, I was ready to go anyway, but we were lingering just in case a good shot presented itself. (I’m always attempting – in vain – to catch clear shots of birds in flight, and those blasted ducks always seem to take off or land as I’m leaving.) I saw the guy walking along the road when he was about a block away, but I wasn’t worried. Once in a while, when we’re just goofing around, one of us will say, “Look out! Somebody’s coming!” So, when I first saw him, I said, in a somewhat hushed tone, “Homer, let’s get out of here! Somebody’s coming!” I immediately felt bad for judging the guy for no good reason.

We turned around and headed back to the van, but I wasn’t in a big hurry. We got to the van and hopped in, still not in a real big hurry. As I shut my door, I saw the guy out of the corner of my eye, walking up to the driver’s side door. I was startled and put the van in reverse, thereby locking all the doors and preparing for a hasty getaway.

The guy motioned for me to put my window down.

In the space about 1/1000 of a second – I know how long that is because it’s a setting on my camera, I thought, Thank You GOD for looking out for us! Thank God I didn’t dismiss the idea of going back to the van as my own intraverted personality related paranoia; What’s this guy going to do? Should I scream? Is he reaching for the door? Is he going to try to stick his hand in the window? Should I scream? Make sure when you open the window a crack to hear him that it doesn’t do that auto-open-all-the-way-thing; Should I scream? Thank God Homer* is with me! lock the doors; get this thing in gear!

I put the window down just far enough to hear, but so that he couldn’t fit his hand through. As he got closer, it looked like his eyes were bruised. His lids were blue, whatever the case. He said, “Do you have a smoke?”* I said, “No.” He said, “Okay” and walked off.

Isaiah 30:21
Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.”

Thank You, God, for looking out for us!!!

* Rereading this again, it sounds lame, but seriously.  Judging from the bag in his hand, fresh from the store, the guy had just bought something.  Why does he need to bum a cigarette off me?  Where I live, scraggly looking men with eye shadow, or very symmetrical bruising, don’t just walk up to strange women in somewhat isolated places and ask for a cigarette without some other intention.  Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure  he was after my camera.


Birdies

Prior to that heart stopping instant, we were having an enjoyable time socializing with the ducks and a Canada goose.

Except for a few geese and the lone swan, the birds were all resting when we got there. It was pretty breezy so feathers were ruffling.

I haven’t seen many Canada geese up close and personal lately, so one of my goals was to lure one as close to me as possible. Am I the only one who thinks that birds are almost as fascinating to watch as water in motion? I mean, dogs rule, but birds are pretty amazing. Not all birds are necessarily interesting at the same time, but it seems like there’s always one that stands apart from the rest. This guy was perturbed at my boldness, but he was willing to take my bread anyway.

Homer was standing right behind me and I’m hoping he got some good shots of this one. His images are almost always better composed than mine pre-editing. It’s the art class paying off.

More Ducks

Buttercup and I stopped by a park to feed the ducks this morning. She’s more of an indoor person like myself, but we have an attraction to ducks that seems genetic. There’s something about them that is so fascinating. I think it’s a mutation of that gene that causes people to watch flowing water for hours on end.

I can’t wait to have free time to just sit there in my lawn chair and “shoot” ducks.

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Later today, much better light, and more time on my hands,
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I was sitting in the van with Buttercup. She was really, really tired and didn’t want to get out, but I thought she’d get a kick out of seeing water fowl up close and personal, from inside the nice warm van. I wanted to see if the swan would take bread from me, instead of off the ground from me. I lost my nerve, as you can probably figure out.


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