Low Cost Kennel Help

Been a long time...I don't even know where to begin! Except now I actually have a facebook page, welcome to the computer age. New puppies, new dogs. My beloved Toy Fox Emily died (Valcopy Cassidy's Emily) having a c-section. Well, it wasn't the section that did it, it was because she had ruptured before I could get her to the vet. It all happened so fast, and of course it was Sunday afternoon. She had 3 puppies in her, but 1 had been dead for awhile.We saved 2:Aleta and Trojan. And just last week Trojan went to his very first 2 shows, Seattle Kennel Club, and took the major both days! No one knows, really, just how much that meant to me. All i could think about was Emily, and that I promised her the day she died I would keep her babies forever, and do whatever it took to bring them to their full potential. I think Emily would have been proud.

I get up out of bed, slowly, feeling 100 years old at least, and walk to the bathroom. "Morning, Satan", I nod stiffly to the rat sitting up on his hind legs on the floor by the space heater. He nods back, eyes glittering, and resumes eating the piece of dogfood in his paws. I finish, and go out to the kitchen. He follows,hopeful for food. He is a hairless, one of my pets that escaped early this summer, the one I've been chasing around the property for weeks now. He is beautiful, actually, now that I can see more then just his stiff, upright tail as he dashes away from me.He is also clever, a ratty characteristic that has stood him in good stead all these months. I can't trap him, poisen him, or kill him. So if you can't beat em, join em, so to speak. I have a plan...

Scratch, scratch, scuttle, scratch...I lay in bed all last night and listened to the evil rat mock me. Who knew such a small, inocent-seeming, gentle sort of animal could actually be the Devil. Yes, Satan,
I do hate your guts....He pops the traps, steals the bait, leaving his calling cards scattered all around...Then makes noise all night in the walls. My Poodle, Emma, likes to wait until we're drifting off when, Blam! she hears the evil one and yips directly into our ears. I think my heart stopped several times last night.Norman now sleeps with the pillow jammed over his head. Yes, Satan, we sat up and plotted your death until dawn, when you finally shut up and went away (sorta). It's fitting that its almost Halloween, and I'm hosting the Devil in my house. Since traps don't faze you, Decon is going in the walls, were the dogs can't reach it but you seem to like to lurk. Die...

Okay, this is war...I stepped out onto my front porch and stepped on that rat.It screamed, I screamed, the dog in my arms screamed...Apparently Rat was unhurt as it bit my toe, and ran off under the outdoor parrot cage...This is it, Rat is going Down! I spent an hour trying to catch it by hand, me on my knees in the dust and rat just out of reach...crazy woman muttering and swearing and lunging around, good thing the porch is somewhat shielded from the road...put a hole in the knee of my sweat pants...Then, norman opens the sliding door and sticks his head out..."What the hell are you doing?" and, too late, the Rat Bastard ran in the house and under the couch... oh my God... This is it, it's war, it's me or the rat...

It's been a long time since I could post. It's been a war zone around here. The economy truly stinks, and it's getting harder and harder to make a living. Know anyone who wants a motorcycle? We have a 1999 Harley Havidson Softail, loaded, twin seats and lots of leathers, low miles, $9000.00. If we can sell it, we might make it thru the winter, so please, if anyone out there knows someone who wants one, please give them our e-mail, or call 509-670-5157.
Not all is gloomy. We're expecting the arival of a nice litter from our Raidar Min-Pin. I'm experimenting with his fathers bloodlines, the number one Toy Soldier dog (Raidars sire, he's the number 1 miniature pinscher in the US, and has been for 2 years, and is a Sire of Merit) We love these little dogs, and they make the most wonderful, loving pets and no, they don't bark all the time! That's a myth...Momma dog is Piper, out of our CH. Emmy Lou.Piper is a black and tan, Raidar is a stag red, I'm really hoping to get a chocolate...
Rat Wars. We've been attacked by pet rats. Clever little beasts, 3 of them escaped their cages this summer, and they have been multiplying. Kinda like that book, The Rats of Nimh...I've trapped humainly the 3 original ones, but they have bred, and I've seen 4 more. Of those 4, I've caught 3 (again humainly, when I catch them off they go to the local pet shop), but one lives on the front porch and is thumbing his nose at me. Clever...
I've been weaving like a spider for the anual Entiat Bazaar in November, and since I'm known for my unusual and creative scarves, I've been knitting 24/7.I'm trying to be as different as possible, which for me isn't hard...Just ask anyone, I'm the strangest person in Entiat. I consider that a compliment...

The term, 3rd rock from the sun, is so true right now. It was 103 yesterday...I keep the water on constantly, just move it around as needed, and this green island in the middle of the concrete jungle has indeed exploded. A couple of my fancy colored rats escaped a month ago, and are giving me a headache trying to catch them. Did you know that rats can run like little racehorses when they want to? Tails straight up, they leap and gyrate wildly at a remarkable rate of speed. I've had to give up the idea of trying to run them down...
So I set little food traps around the yard, but they are smarter then me every time. i really don't want to set traps and kill them, so we are trying humane traps. But they don't work very well, either. Now the blue-headed white one gets up on the porch and forages under the bird cage for food, but the minute he hears my step he's up and bolted. I'm setting traps under the cage now...
so, in the green evenings in adition to the birds singing and plants swaying, we get to watch the rats spinning and dashing thru the grass. So peaceful...

This is a very small town. Where else in the world could you find a more diverse, yet strangely predictable, group of people?Case in point: tonight was a a city council meeting, very explosive and controversal, about an explosive topic that has the whole town in an uproar. Predictable, the people at the heart of the mess show up in fine form, loud and rude. The council had to weanie out of making any definate statements because the council is made up of wafflers, and the people that should have shown up, that could have made a difference, didn't. How predictable. It makes me tired, city polatics. But, what can you do?
My house is an island in the midst of the controvercy. It's finally dark, after a very hot, bright day, peaceful and cool. YThe night birds are out and noisy, joyful, beautiful.And it's so green, even in the dark! Plants have exploded, we are a green island in the middle of the city concrete. We are alive...

Thought for the day: A boy is a noise covered in dirt, a man is a louder noise covered in Old Spice, and an old man is a rude noise covered in Ben Gay. Hahahahahaha

Morticia has always been a very small rat. When she was born, she was half the size of her brothers and sisters, and I was sure she would'nt survive. But she did. Her intelligance was evident at a very young age, very quiet, always staring and thinking. When the food bowl is put down morning and night the others jam themselves over it, each one fighting for a bite and no one getting any while they wrestle and roll about. Meanwhile Morticia quietlt slides in, packs her mouth full like a hamster, and takes off for the corner to enjoy her food. Brothers and sisters get a drink by falling in the water bowl: she gets a drink by delicatly leaning over, careful to keep her whiskers clean.Sometimes i swear she's thinking things over when she stares quietly at me. Sorta eerie...

Morticia has always been a very small rat. when her and