Note: The Widow Badass Blog is going on a bit of a blogging break, starting next week. I’ll be back mid-September. Looking forward to resuming my regular posting schedule then!
After a busy morning of walkies, barking at those who dare to walk down our street and chasing ballies, comes a lazy afternoon. Especially during these dog days of summer
We hope you find a comfy spot to relax this weekend.
Rock on,
The WB
Who is the weakest link in our family? It varies from person to person and day to day, but based on recent evidence I think I know who the current titleholder is. Here are some photos, from a recent outing to the local gelato place.
If you guessed that the current weakest link is Mr. I Don’t Know If I Can Get Used To A Small Dog; I’ve Only Ever Had Big Dogs, you would be 100% correct 😉.
We hope there are cool treats in your weekend plans.
Rock on,
The WB
Somebody rolled in fresh horse droppings. Somebody needed a bath. Somebody is me. (I’m a dog; it’s what I do.) Daddy to the rescue!
Rock on,
The Bowser 🐾
Bowser’s daddy brought home something very interesting the other day.
Bowser’s daddy brought home 3 seven week-old birds initially, and has since added 2 more to the flock. They are kinda easily spooked right now and thus hard to photograph. They are so young they don’t even cluck yet – they can only cheep cheep (which is adorable!!!).
We hope you are enjoying a wonderful Sunday with your friends, chicken or otherwise.
Rock on,
The WB
Thimbleberries are ready, and in abundance this year! This is making our daily walkies even more delightful than usual.
We hope you are enjoying the fruits of summer as much as we are.
Rock on,
The WB
Sometimes Bowser sleeps or sits in ways that make me scratch my head in disbelief.
Do your dogs do this? Please reassure me 🤣.
We hope you are finding some comfortable places to sleep this weekend.
Rock on,
The WB
Last Sunday, I showed you a cell phone (and a bag of trash) that we picked up on the trail. Well, this time we picked up (or truth-be-told, were picked up by) another dog.
This young female bounded out of a side trail and glommed onto the both of us immediately. She wouldn’t leave us, even when we met other doggos (and their minders) that were more her size and amenable to her…ahem…rough, playful energy.
We went to a nearby holiday trailer park resort but no one there recognized “Missy” (as another person on social media named her. More on that later…). I kept hoping that she would bound away again at some point but Missy followed us all the way home. I gave her food (a couple of cups of Bowser’s horrifically expensive schnauzer chow) and water and secured her in my daughter’s yard. I took Bowser to my place and posted about Missy on our community’s Facebook page and also on ROAM (as one person on the trail suggested). I also called Animal Control to come pick her up as she wouldn’t let me touch her – despite her apparent friendliness – and there was no way I could coax her into a vehicle to take her anywhere.
Missy was howling at being left in my daughter’s yard all alone, and when I went to check on Missy then Bowser was barking at being left behind at my house. So we all ended up together, waiting for Animal Control…
Animal Control did show up about an hour later and they were no more successful at getting close to her than I was. Things escalated, and Missy escaped through the back fence and into the neighbourhood. I saw a lot of Facebook postings about her after that, and the next day another person was able to get her secured, and again Animal Control was contacted. By this time, all of us who encountered Missy were thinking along the same lines: that she had been “dumped” – abandoned by her owners – and left to fend for herself.
What was especially heart-breaking about this situation was reading on Facebook about how exhausted and scared, and also that Missy had returned to the trail and was found lying beside a pile of women’s clothing. Which makes me wonder if the clothing contained the scent of her former owners, or reminded her of them somehow. I really do believe she was abandoned, and perhaps that person had left the clothing there to get her to stay near that spot.
This time Animal Control were successful, and (not without a huge struggle) Missy was contained and taken away – hopefully to be adopted into a more loving home than her last one.
As someone who grew up on an isolated property on the outskirts of town, I am no stranger to animals being dumped. At least once a year a car would pull up at our house (usually in the middle of the night) and a dog or cat would be cast out, and then the car would accelerate away. I suppose they thought because we had a large property with pets and a barn, we would welcome more pets. Once in a wee while we did, but mostly we had to take them to the local SPCA as we already had enough animals of our own to care for.
Please love your animals and, if you can’t look after them anymore, take them to an agency that will try to rehome them. Don’t leave it to chance.*
Rock on,
The WB
*I know I am preaching to the choir here. None of my regular readers would ever be so cruel as to abandon an animal. I felt I had to close this post with this message, though. I apologize that it is not my usual cute little doggy post.
I’ve been working for a while now at the Come Command with Bowser. (With Schnauzers, it DO take a while. They are stubborn creatures. IYKYK!). He is pretty good at responding (and quickly) now that he knows there are treats involved. Usually.
We hope you are having an exciting weekend, with lots of snacks.
Rock on,
The WB
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy.
We hope you are keeping cool and planning adventures this weekend.
Rock on,
The WB
It’s patio season again! And as usual, it’s a race to get to my favourite seat before you know who claims it first.
All hail the Patio King! We hope you are having a royally good weekend.
Rock on,
The WB
