Me and Pepper Jax

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Abe and Pepper Jax

This dog is great and I am so glad that we stopped at the animal shelter in Greenville, Ohio, found him and brought him home. He doesn’t know it but with a license for Darke County, I had to pay the shelter a total of $70.00 US Dollars for him. Fortunately, we have a larger than normal backyard that is completely fenced in so wildlife has to fly to get in or be able to use their claws to climb up and over the 6 foot tall board fence. Sometimes a rabbit will find a hole under the fence and crawl through and the dog sees the holes, smells them, but so far has not enlarged them so he can get through.

I would give almost anything to have our beloved, Autumn Eve, back. She was a magnificent Toy Fox Terrier but she grew into a full-size fox terrier—while her sister who was adopted by the neighbors across the street, remained a tiny, Toy Fox Terrier, she named Cuddles, we loved Autumn just as much. The lady across the street used to pick Cuddles up and carry her outside to pee and then she would cuss like a pirate to hurry her up to pee or poop. When she died, the owner had her cremated and she has left instructions to put her box of ashes in her casket when she dies and is buried.

1024-puppysgravestone-0714abe_pat_autumnPatty and me with our wonderful Toy Fox Terrier, Autumn Eve.

Our backyard is filled with graves that I dug in order to bury our dogs. I made one tombstone for Puppy (and she was a different and sad story) who is buried here too. She had been brutalized by school kids and our daughter saw her with a mangled and broken rear leg, snatched her up and took her to the vet to have her leg fixed. The vet spent a lot of time just picking out pieces of broken bone and then fitted her with a steel leg brace so she could still get around by dragging the braced leg.Ultimately, in the end, the pieces of bone kept working out through the sky and the dog would cry when it happened. We would take her back to the vet and finally the vet said he could no longer get the pieces out and she had to be put to sleep. I felt so sorry for that dog and the short life that she had and how man’s best friend was treated.   Photos below shows the brace and the sweet smile she had. She got to live with us for about 3 years.

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We Voted

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Chris and Rita with Mom and Dad

Patty and I voted by absentee ballot and mailed it in some time ago. I see some of those people on television who are running for office and their commercials turned me off. I am sure glad I didn’t vote for any of them. I vote for the person and not for the party and I think Patty does too. I am getting anxious to find out who ends up winning and losing.

Dentist Appointment

I don’t much like going to the dentist but went last week and had my teeth cleaned. The dentist found a spot on a tooth that he had filled in 2013 and told me to come back today and he would refill it free. So I have an appointment today at 10:30 AM.

I am always wondering how people pulled their teeth back before there were dentists around. My dad did not have any teeth and was with my mother (before I was born) when he had a toothache and went to the dentist in Lewisburg, Ohio. He was given a shot of whiskey and the dentist pulled the tooth. I guess it hurt so much that he told the dentist to pull all of his teeth and the dentist refused but my day made the dentist so mad that he ended up walking out without a single tooth in his head. My mom said the first thing he did when he got outside was put a wad of Mail Pouch chewing tobacco in his mouth, and spit some blood and drove back home. He ended up having three sets of false teeth but only wore a set long enough to visit the bus station where he would meet and pick up some woman he had sent money to, so she would come to Dayton to meet my dad. If, after getting her home, and taking his false teeth out, she didn’t like him or he didn’t like her, he would take her back down to the bus station in Dayton and buy her a ticket to get her back home. They slept together that one night and I was never around to know what happened to any of them but they all came and went back except Marie, the last one, who stayed with him until after he had died and was buried. They she left and disappeared. I was in the Army and was not there when they sold his household goods and the two building lots he owned and the house he had lived in. When I got home the house belonged to someone else.

Feeling like winter

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It is a cool 49º this morning. It feels like winter is just around the corner. The leaves are turning color and many are beginning to fall to the ground. My large Korean Lilac bush lost 90% of its leaves last week and the rest are ready to drop.

I saw a new car that I would like–a 2015 Camry called “Plain Vanilla.” I copied the photo and am showing it here. Our Toyota is a 2003 model that we bought new in 2004 and it only has about 56,000 miles on it. We like it because it is a big car and comfortable and easy for either one of us to get in and out.

Bee Balm

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Monarda

This is a fabulous bumblebee on the bee balm. I walked outside that morning and took the picture. I don’t think the bees know what the temperature is or care but if it gets too hot or too cold they are sure to be bothered. If you do not have any Monarda or Bee Balm planted, I would recommend it. I have two kinds. The real pretty one is short, with huge blooms on it in fire engine red. I seldom if ever see any insects on it or even around it though it does fascinate the hummingbirds but even they don’t sip any nectar. I got the other which is more of a bush and is about 4 feet tall and about 4 feet through the center. This is loaded all the time and this is one of the bees on it this morning. Neither one of the monarda planted are doing very well. One bloomed this summer but we had a shortage of bees and I never saw much of anything on the blossoms.

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A Tale of Wolves

© By Abraham Lincoln
I woke up that hot and muggy morning and remembered the wolves I had spent some time with. A commotion caused me to walk outside and go around back between the fence and where the shed used to be. I found the ground was covered with feathers like those found on the ground when a fox gets into a chicken house. A whole wing lay there as if it was dropped when the wolves fled.

I figured the wolves heard me and were up before I got there but then I saw them with ears laid back, licking bare teeth—I feared I had doomed myself to a terrifying death—torn to pieces by the wolves that were circling around me.

A pup stuck its head out of a hole in the rocks, almost too small for a grown wolf to pass through, and howled at me and then I bent low to pick up the chicken wing and offer it to the pup.

The scene of the old man being torn apart and gulped down growling throats caused me to tremble thinking that I was that old man and was about to experience primitive man’s best friend in a way I would keep secret forever.

The wolves grew closer—I could feel their bodies brush against me. This caused me to shake like a leaf in a summer breeze. I was scared to death when the big Alpha male jumped at my throat and knocked me backwards—sending howling wolves everywhere.

The scene must have looked like a circus—colors, yells, barks, whines and smells.

Flat on my back, waiting on the death bite, hearing nothing but silence, the first feeling was a wet, sloppy lick across my face. Stunned that my throat was still intact, my eyes popped open and there, on my chest, as dominant as any Alpha male or female, was the pup—joyously lapping my mouth and nose and eyes with sloppy kisses.

With a bit of whining the wolves backed away and laid on the rocks around their den entrance—the adults were settling back to watch the pup tear me to ribbons—I thought but it never happened.

Still, smoking nostrils flared wide with canines dripping; a growl from his gut sends pups scampering for safety closer to their mom. She licks each one and that seems to calm them down as the Alpha male trots away to sulk under a wild grapevine. Such is the life of a wolf family along Wolf Creek, where we live, in Ohio.

My dad said he spent his “growing-up years” on the farm, in Preble County picking up rocks in the fields and hauling them over to build fences with.

He remembered hearing wolves howling at night but never spoke to me about seeing them.

Most people talk about their temperament and how dangerous they are but they are, for sure, man’s best friend’s ancestral cousin.