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Gender: Female
Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 09:15 PM
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About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

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Thank you

Believe me, I have nothing against boxers at all. It's just that at my age - 68 next month - it's time for me to down-size. For that reason and the 4' yard fence, I need shorties now. I'll be on pins and needles all day until my friends arrive with little Brigid. But I don't expect any trouble between two very affectionate omegas.

My chows (sisters) were actually one another's primary bond, but then they were born together, lived together 16 years, died together, and now rest together. So that's what you'd expect. But no other dog could approach them, and when we lived out in the sticks and people dumped their cats nearby, well - Joy and Freedom made short work of any refugees. That's why I hope one of the hottest spots in hell is reserved for alleged humans who dump animals in the country. It's a virtually guaranteed death sentence.


Just please do keep in mind, though, that sometimes the innocent are slandered by the guilty.


I'll put your info in safe keeping for any future need. If for some unexpected reason Molly Maguire and Brigid refuse one another, I'll keep that in mind. But Molly's such a born omega that I don't anticipate any trouble. In case you don't read my other thread, friends are on their way home today from somewhere with a new pup for us. Another omega. I'm so used to big dogs, mostly chows, that little breeds take a bit of getting used to for me. You know every chow considers him/herself the world's biggest alpha!

Molly Maguire has a baby sister on the way

A younger friend of mine who still travels about found someone with a 10-week-old boxer/rat terrier mix who needs a new home. She's a real animal lover, and a general all-round good egg herself. I'm so fortunate.

Anyway, they'll be here tomorrow night and I can hardly wait. It's unfortunate that I had to agree only to take another small female, but at 20 lbs and 20", Molly herself can almost take the 4' fence around the yard. She's always happy, but now I'll know she's as happy as possible with a new sister. There are times in the day when I just can't pet her every second. I know she's sure to welcome a sister, too, because she's so friendly to everyone she's really not even a good watchdog. She'll stand at the door and wag her tail to get out if someone comes through the gate.

Let's all hope and pray the new pup continues to take after her smaller parent; but I'm fairly confident there also, because she doesn't look more than 6 or 7 lbs tops at 10 weeks old. She'd have to nearly triple in size to equal Molly, who thank goodness stopped growing taller before her recent 1st birthday.

I'll name the new pup Brigid after the ancient Celtic primary goddess of all Ireland. It means 'High One'. Good grief, I hope that doesn't turn out to be a pun! But I'll be happy so long as she can't jump a 4' fence. I don't even know yet whether she was raised outdoors so far; if that's the case, she's already potty trained herself. Molly came to me that way and she refuses to use papers or pads - even the box I filled with potting soil.

But believe me, they'll be indoors plenty. Always at night and the rare times I'm gone anywhere. If they bond well enough, as I'm sure they will, they can even share the big baby bed I put in the living room where I sleep now out of habit.

The chows Joy and Freedom both suffered progressive paralysis late in life and could never climb the stairs even when we first moved here. They were born together, lived 16 years inseparably, died together, and now rest together in a 7-ft-deep grave in the back yard. I was so stricken I told the vet I wished he could put me in there with them. They were the best dogs in the world, but I'm too old and couldn't afford to keep even one chow now. Maybe by the first anniversary of their passing, I'll be able to write a little memorial for them. Even though they stayed very trim, they also went through 2 big bags of dog food every week. That lasts Molly over 2 months!

Anyway, the upper floor of my house still needs extensive rehab, too. So I'm well used to living downstairs for now. Finishing up the total house rehab earlier than I would w/o even 2 little dogs wouldn't make me happy if I tried to live entirely alone. Something in me requires close canine company. One of many reasons I'd rather die than wind up in a nursing home.

My heart goes out to you

I'll pray that the little ones are soon re-homed. You're wise and good to recognize the need. Putting them first can be a hard decision, but it's the right one and I honor you for it. You've got enough grief to deal with already. You'll be in my prayers.

Bless You!

I'm going to print out your statement and keep it with me when and if I'm able to return to our mission church. The one and only thing that can absolutely keep me away from anything is when the situation becomes actually too dangerous. I'm only a lifelong careful observer, not a professional shrink, but I have seen that people willing to stoop to grievous lies against the innocent are not going to stop; they're in too deep already and the Evil One has them by the throat. Head Hen is deeply neurotic to say the least. With a passing reference to inappropriate attachments and the tiny town's rabid xenophobia, I'll leave it at that.

When I can return with reasonable safety, however, I shall - again, with your statement in hand. I've read the canons before, of course, but never was good quoting chapter and verse especially not when upset. The priest I consulted in St. Louis was helpful and sympathetic both to me and my desire to avoid letting the whole mess spin entirely out of control. But he did not refer me to any canon law defense, either, as you have so kindly done. I'm forever in your debt.

BTW - if anything I said here leaves you scratching your head, feel free to check out my journal for other posts on the local culture that would help fill in the gaps. The one I call Head Hen - that's her actual common nickname - is not any kind of nun, just a self appointed boss of everybody and everything. I cannot in my wildest moments even imagine any nun acting like that.


Well, it was a Tom Fool question for me to ask because I already knew the answer. What amazed me was her unique way of showing it fit the question. She was already licking my hand at the time. Now it would be hard for me to disbelieve that she also understood an abstract question. I mean, if you try hard enough you can almost wonder whether the hand licking might have mostly to do with obtaining salt. But when she brought me her most prized possession, I had to firmly believe she understands English!

On a Nature or 60 Minutes show you might've seen, they had a dog on who knew all the different names of many objects which were hidden behind a sofa; when asked to retrieve the sock, for instance, she brought the sock. And so on. But then they expanded the experiment by placing a new object among the others, which she hadn't been taught the name of. When sent to fetch this strange new object from among the others, it took her a bit longer than before. However, she eventually figured it out by the process of elimination apparently. Strange new word, only one new object. Quite a feat beyond what has been proved before.

It almost makes me feel bad that I used to tell my poor old chows what lovely fur coats they'd make when I wanted to scold them. I guess I didn't fake it too well, though, because they'd stand there still smiling at me and wagging their tails. They had my number alrighty!

Anyway, prayers and/or best wishes would be appreciated. I know Molly Maguire's happy enough, I just want her to be as happy as possible. A kid sister would overflow her cup, I think. One suited to her sweet personality, of course. The chows were sweet to each other and to me alone, but Molly loves everybody. She's got more friends than Dale Carnegie.

Pray that Molly Maguire gets a new sister

My mini-Beagel/Pom rescue I named Molly Maguire so she could be Irish like me may be getting a new sister soon, I hope. As a senior retired w/o a vehicle in a small remote MidWest town, I don't get around a whole lot but have a few younger friends who do. One who's especially dog-oriented says she comes in contact fairly often with good people who can't keep their dogs for one dreadful reason or another, so she will keep her eyes and ears open for the next little female dog that needs re-homing.

My Molly has turned out to be a super and happy little girl, but I know she'd welcome a new sister. It would probably calm her down a little, too, because even at 1 yr old she's still pretty hyper. But I want to warn everyone: Dogs, at least the smarter ones I'm convinced, can grasp abstract concepts. The other day while Molly was snuggled on my lap. listening to me tell her how much I loved her, it suddenly occurred to me to ask the dumbest question in the world. "Molly, do you love me?"

She jumped off my lap, ran and got her favorite chew toy and placed it in my hands. Something she'd never done before. But I'm convinced she was saying "yes" the best way she knew how. Normally she keeps that toy hidden under the covers when it's not in her jaws.


While he could be part wolf, I don't personally see it. Your own guess sounds better to me. Some people are so wolf-phobic that any large canine they can possibly call a wolf will be called one.

Not that I see it as a drawback except for the animal's own safety. Way out in the boonies a neighbor had a verified wolf-Great Dane hybrid that came to visit regularly. He could just about step over the 4-ft fence I put up around the house, encompassing an acre so my female chows could run. Often he'd show up after dark when we were out after the desert heat went down. He tended to announce himself with a cold nose thrust in my hand or at my elbow. But his spirit was so gentle that he never alarmed me, and living alone I could be jumpy even with the chows on guard.

Hope everything is going well there in Idaho.

Text of my email to Carl Smith

"Shock and horror ..that anyone would drag Frederick Douglass' fine name through the mud by attaching it to anything having to do with the modern GOP. It positively makes me sick, and I can hear that great man turning in his grave at the thought. Don't you know the two major parties have completely switched positions since the days of Lincoln? Lincoln would be a Yellow Dog Democrat today! And your 'Douglass v. Obama' bit is nothing but a dangerous pack of lies. Shame, shame on you and your followers! And how could you have any friendship with a cracker who wishes you were still in chains?"

Please note that barely scratched the surface of my outrage.
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