I had no idea instinct rules

I am feeling a bit embarrassed, ignorant, and just, well, dumb. Charley went into heat for the second time. I was going to take her in to get spayed the weekend before she spotted, but something came up, so that didn’t happen. I wasn’t too concerned because My last dog that passed, LB June, a little pit bull runt, did not get spayed until 5 years of age. I had to deal with the bleeding, and occasionally she’d hump a leg, but that was about it.

The week before, she’d been acting extremely odd. She periodically looked very vacant and lost. She would sniff the grass and then just stand, and glance around. I would say to her, “What is up, Charley? What is going on?” She’d drop low and start slinking, along, tossing guilty looks back at me, her ears pinned, scanning the surrounding area. She’d do things to annoy me, such as, wrap herself around street poles, all the while looking at me. She’d walk back And forth in front of me, tripping me. It would stop when I would accidentally step on her, and a loud shriek would come out. (That’s got to be the worst sound- like she was getting kicked or something.) She’d drift over to people passing by and act as if she was going to jump on them to say hi., knowing that wasn’t okay.

She briefly spotted only once, so I guess I assumed she was not as driven, and the same as LB June. I was taking her to the one dog park that I knew very few dogs went. If anybody has spent any time with her, know that it is imperative she goes outside to get at least some (a lot) exercise. Almost there, she stopped about 5 blocks from the park abruptly. Her and the leash fly out of my hand. There we both stood in a total stupid stare off. I think we were both thinking what IS going on. Her ears were fully erect, a mix of bewilderment, fear, and just pure animal look about her. She then turned and started rapidly trotting off.

I was shocked. I tried talking to her in every voice I knew that would get her attention. I’d step closer, she’d move further. A few people tried to grab her leash. She got to the end of the block and turned the corner, out of sight, right into 4 lanes of traffic. I was horrified. I think I yelled out “WTF CHARLEY?!?!” She stopped, saw me, dated through traffic again, running towards me, only to turn and go back through AGAIN. A total of three times, 4 lanes!

I finally got her down an alleyway, and, in my fear, I yelled at her, telling her if she thought she was just going to go wherever she wanted to go by doing this, she was wrong. I told her I was never going to take her there, to that park, EVER AGAIN!!!

But I knew it wasn’t that. She’s pretty stubborn, but for her to pull a stunt like that was RARE. I mean, unheard of.

We get back to the LINK station, got on the train, and that is when she fell back into her little girl, almost puppy-like, Charley Waffle. Her demeanor, her body language. She kept snuggling closer and closer to me with her head on my lap and sighing. My heart totally went out to her. Her face was buried in her paws. It was a really sad walk the rest of the way home.

I feel so bad because I compared her to LB June. They are two different dogs, just like people. I realized I can’t lump them all into one category. One stereotype, as ALL DOGS are like this one way. But what really got me sad was, I realized she was in this battle of her instincts and her wanting to please me, to be a good girl. Her face was just a misconstrued mix of emotions, reactions, instinct, and just plain confused when that had happened.

After this, I was telling people the story, and it seemed everybody knew that dogs in heat go feral and will jolt at any opportunity. Some people told me they even crate them during this. The way there were talking about it was like it was a known fact. I swear, I had no idea it was this bad for them.

Worst of all, realizing how horrible it was for her.

I have, now that it’s too late, researched the matter extensively. I can put two more things under one of my pages,” What I’ve Learned About Owning a CHARLEY WAFFLE .” Don’t take the cone off, until stitches are gone, and don’t ever underestimate that animal instinct. Once again, I’m glad she’s ok.

DING!!!! Post time!!!!

I’ve been sitting here Rummaging through all of the WordPress things that you can do and I’m just totally like going on a little rabbit hole thing right now because poor Charley cannot go outside right now because she is not even interested in balls or anything else she’s interested in bolting so I’ve got a chance to look at this and I’m totally like my mind is kind of like in a fuzzy discombobulated state. I wish I would’ve read the instructions before I even started this little project but it’s kind of fun. I guess I’ve always learned the hard way. This is a talk to text so it It’s off the top

Baby Charley!!!

Charley Waffle

I hadn’t been able to locate Charley’s baby book pictures lately, and then, “POOF”, they popped up out of nowhere. I think it’s really random and weird when that happens, but I figure between iCloud, Goggle photos, and all the other folders, and on my old laptop I found a slew of them. But, it’s funny… she only stayed small for about 3 weeks. She would literally grow in front of my eyes. Well, I don’t have the patience to sit and watch, so I’ll switch it to overnight. She’d grow overnight. I actually would like to try to assemble her growth week by week. It was amazing.

CHARLEY IS A DINGO-O-O

“A DINGO ATE MY BABY”

“Wow! Is your dog a Dingo?” I’ve been asked if she is Blue Healer, a cattle dog, and lastly, an Australian/Border Collie.

I had to see how closely she resembles a Dingo. I only know their home is Australia, and the late Steve Irwin talked about them. I believe he had a couple as pets that were domesticated.

On this day, a total of three individuals, same day, way different locations, asked me if she was a Dingo.

The only thing I could think of was googling Steve Irwin/Dingos. My eyes were scanning the titles when they stopped. “Dingo Ate My Baby!” I started smiling for I’ve heard that statement before, usually in a humorous manner. BUT, by the end of the first sentence, I realized IT WAS A REALLY DARK STORY. I NEVER KNEW. I’m so glad I looked it up before I blindly posted that title.

THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE AWFUL TRUE BACK STORY OF”A DINGO ATE MY BABY.” I ABSOLUTELY APOLOGIZE FOR EVER THINKING IT WAS ANYTHING BUT GROSS.


Lindy and Michael Chamberlain were camping with their 10week o

She old baby girl, Azaria. During this, Lindy heard howling And witnessed a wild dog exit thir tent where the Baby girl was. Running in after seeing the dog leave, she realized their baby was gone. Supposedly she ran out of the tent screaming to her husband, “A Dingo Ate My Baby!”.

After an investigation, where no body was found, and only partial clothing with blood on the collar, they were accused of placing and staging, they were jailed. Lindy was found guilty of slicing her daughter’s throat and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her husband got probation for participating as an accessory.

She’s got the Dingo tongue

All of her appeals ran out. She has no more chances. However 3 1/2 YEARS LATER, the truth came out with a result of another tragedy. Her little dead girl’s clothing was found in a Dingo’s lair after a tourist fell to his death and his body landed in front of the den.

Think about that. Sitting in jail, FOR LIFE. Knowing you were innocent. HER daughter was dead. She and her husband had divorced. I hear of horrible things like this and it always reminds me THAT CAN HAPPEN TO ANYBODY!!!

How many people are in jail, wrongly accused? How many didn’t get that weird stroke of luck, even though it was out of a tragedy? HOW LUCKY, or, what would you call that? Faith? LUCKY is the only word that comes to my mind.

Oh yeah, worse yet, she wasn’t fully exonerated until 2012, when, the newly found , (3 1/2 years later), clothing was sent to forensics and the validation of the blood, wounds, all other forensic stuff involved, did they say, yes, a Dingo, had in fact, Ate her Baby.

Here are some pictures of Dingos vs Charley Waffle. I know that Australian Shepard/collie originated in Australia, and the Dingo has been mating with domesticated dogs for a while. There are not many purebred Dingos left. They are viewed as a pest, with Open Season all year. Kinda like ground squirrels in Colorado.

ÉThe Lovely Last Steve Irwin
What do you think?
A Dingo

M de She does kinda look like a Dingo. But that story made me grateful, sad and horrified. I’m glad a Dingo didn’t eat my little DINGO, Charley Waffle.

i can’t believe I never knew that story! Is that new for anybody else?

Lake Union Park…briefly

I constantly try to up my game to keep up with a now, 1 year old Herder, Bubble -Gum – Butt Charley Waffle. I’m finding Seattle parks and surrounding areas have shrunk significantly. They’ve become too familiar to Charley, which in turn makes it more challenging to keep her interest. She is always looking for constant mind and body stimulation. She starts getting super confident, then sassy, and I get a pain in the assy.

So I switched it up. Instead of getting on the E line, we get on the C line. Same bus stop, same looking bus. Just different exits and a different letter of the alphabet.

I only know that the C line goes to South Lake Union, which pulled up on a Google search “dog parks near me.” I thought I’d go ahead and check it out. Plus, Lake Union has the Museum of History and Industry. https://mohai.org/calendar/. , or MOHAI. NOW that would be something I’d like to see.

We didn’t last too long there. Maybe 15 minutes.

She was so excited to be there. She was super alert, super excited, didn’t know what to tackle first. And, so many geese!!! And poop! Let’s try to see if it tastes good!

The rules of the park, according to the only sign I was able to find, said no pets in, on, or around the water supply.

Pictures of our 10 Minutes Fun

Well, there’s a little sprinkler park for the kids, and the lake, and this large incased water area for driving remote control boats around. A lot of dried grass with TONS of geese poop. I keep saying that because there is. I didn’t have time to peek inside the museum, but I did notice the sign with the name BEZOS right next to it, in bright blue block letters. I rolled my eyes

Lake Union Park was all right, what we saw. There’s a tons of poop (3 times) and there are dry patches that kick up a mouthful of dirt. That would be my only complaint. Other than that, people were playing horseshoes, bocce ball, walking or biking along the decks. Seattle is getting the tourists right now, so there were a lot of happy faces. The sun wasn’t too hot. It was actually a beautiful day. I enjoyed the 15 minutes. I know Charley did as well. Silly Booger Butt!


Wow!!!! What’s that??

CHARLEY WAFFLE’s B-DAY

Charley Waffle is ONE YEAR OLD today!!!! I’ve been compiling this baby book of her first year and I’m so frustrated! I’ve got clips on her first days with me, pictures of her baby self that I just can’t seem to find!!! Ugh!

I’ve had that little BoogerButt, Squishy Bean, Smarty Pants, Waffle, and other random love Nick names that pop out of my mouth since she was 6 weeks old. Barely weaned. she still sucked on her velour blanket every night, or when she gets exhausted.

Her blankie

I was going to take her to the dog beach today but, as luck has it, she’s gone into her second heat. She was scheduled to get “fixed” this past weekend but that has to be put off. So does the beach. Poor little thing!

I’ll have to think of something else because keeping her down is a task. Plus, she’s acting very, oh, feral I guess??? Sniffing, cautious, very aware. I’ve heard it’s the way of nature and if she gets off leash it’s a done deal.

So I guess I’ll entertain her with some more dance and tap lessons. How fun for her.

Hopefully I’ll be able to come up with a lively tribute of her first year. I’ve noticed she gets at least 5 compliments a day so I hope I do her justice!

She’s whining at the door. Gotta go…..

Herder? Cosmo Goddess?

Early this morning, 3 a.m., the only time I can get something small done, I was working on the computer and I kept hearing ruckus behind me. Of course I knew it was Charley and of course I knew she was trying to do anything to get my attention to focus Only on her, so I let it go for a minute or so. Then, SILENCE. For a grip of minutes. This intrigued me a bit. I turn around slowly, in case she was asleep (please, please, please) and saw this;

/Ats Her 3 bones worshipping her??? Umm…good sheep now go to sleep?

Her bones had been in her “room”. I was half tempted to measure the distances from latitude to longitude, or something to make it even more magical. Or was it her finally getting her sheep home and put to bed? Or just making them encircle her for the goddess that she is?

I don’t know. Anybody’s guess is as good s as mine.

She’s the strangest, funniest bird by far.

Oh!!! She turns 1 on the 8th!

Maybe it’s a hint she wants a tiara. Hmmm.

What? Instructions? Uh?

Me???
Is there something in my teeth?

I have this poster that lists the rules of life, and at one point I had cut each strip that contained an instruction. I was going to do some collage/art/frame… anything to make it more beautiful. You know, I have those strips in my bottom craft dresser thingy, and I was very proud that I was able to keep all strips together until I could do my “masterpiece”.

She ate that one. Yeah, I snapped a picture because I knew it was toast anyway.

Art project going nowhere

Plus, I was just trying to condense it. I guess I’ll just go out and get a smaller poster/ picture. I’m just trying to figure out which one she swallowed.

It is called INSTRUCTIONS FOR LIFE.

Don’t mean to burst your bubble, er, balloon…..

I wanted to get Holden, for his birthday, 23(!) a big bouquet of balloons. I think it is kinda cute when I see men carry a big thing of balloons. I’m not sure why, but it’s kinda sweet. Plus, he was about to get married in a week or so.

I got the idea when somebody had left their Happy Birthday Mylar balloon behind and I thought, hey, why not. I’ll get a bunch of latex balloons from the Dollar Tree, have them blown up, RECYCLE this still good Mylar balloon, and I have a fun present to give. Throw in a home baked pie or cake and a card and it just turns delightful.

I head up to the Dollar Tree, bought the balloons, and an extra Mylar ($1-might as we’ll make it a BIGGER BOUQUET), only to find out their helium had ran out. BUMMER.

I got home with my packaged balloons to my Charley. Tail slapping, little squeaks, big smile and, whoa, the recycled, orphaned Mylar, yet still fully robust had been reduced to a ribbon and a silvery shadow clump of what looked like cheap tin foil.

Bummer.

Ended up putting this balloon bouquet present off a day. Charley and I headed up to Bartells to try this again. I get a Mylar, and 4 latex. One floated to the ceiling. I happened to take notice how Charley was watching this with great intent. Her eyes went from my hand to the ceiling, back and forth. I just figured she was still frightened of them when she was a tiny pup and she’d popped one playing with it.

I took great care holding them close so they wouldn’t bang together while we walked home in the wind. I didn’t want to frighten Charley. She was still keeping a weary eye.

We get to the front door. I go to open it. This is when she did something she’s not done. Her weary eye de flicked into a mischievous eye, and within seconds hopped up, managing to hit my hand, and setting all but two of the balloons free.

One made it indoors

Wow. Kinda funny I guess. Not then, though. Still had the Mylar and one yellow latex. But in a rash, impulsive decision I set those two free. Saying “Happy Charley?” Poor Charley. I don’t think it phased her. The glimmer in her eye didn’t lie.

By now this was becoming a MISSION that I was not going to fail. This time, (the next day) I DID NOT take Charley. I marched to the store, bought a full bouquet with a new Mylar, walked home triumphantly, only to find all there EXCEPT THE MYLAR. NO JOKE.

One last time. We had to get these balloons to him. Charley, come on! Go back up, buy just the Mylar, and start out trek down the hill. This time she kept teasing me, looking at me then at the balloon purposely, weaving back and forth.

I heard this ever so slight “tap” or “snap”. I look at my hand. A limp yellow party ribbon. There was a pause in the universe as we both looked up. There, caught way, Way up was our Mylar balloon. We both sat down. I was shaking my head.

I don’t know if anybody has seen Treasure of Sierra Madre when the gold gets carried away by a wind storm and Walter Houston busts out laughing, THAT IS WHAT I DID. I couldn’t stop.

Thar she blows
See our Mylar in the tree? Way way up there?

Well, we still have his wedding coming up.