Archive for: ‘November 2006’

Dogfight Part Deux

November 28, 2006 Posted by fairviewsue

Me and the girls. Who’d a thought that tiny baby puppy would turn out to be so much trouble?

After the last dogfight, I began using the collars again and the dogs behaved. However, Sean did not. Well, recently he got his comeuppance.

On Monday, during my daily 2 hour nap, he was out near the garage with the woman from the Land Trust who is organizing the Bluebird Box Project transferring predator guards to her car. (We store bluebird box materials in our garage.) He was showing off how well Jenny fetches a stick and can catch them in midair. Then, Laila got the stick and began to taunt Jenny with it. Sean tried to get another stick for Jenny but it was too late. The dogs began to fight.

Sean commanded them to stop. No response. No control collars were in place to stop the fight, so fed up; Sean just pounced on top of the dogs. Sean weighs 200 pounds (90.9 kilograms: Laila is 74 lbs or 33.6 kgs, and Jenny is 67 lbs or 30.4 kgs). There was no effect on the fight. He tried to separate the dogs with no effect. Jenny had a solid purchase on Laila’s shoulder, so Sean put his hand in Jenny’s mouth, which he later told me he knew was a big mistake, and as you might imagine he was bitten by Jenny. Then, the dogs separated. Sean got up and the dogs began the fight again. Sean jumped onto them again and managed to separate them by pulling on their collars. He then lay on top of Laila and she stayed in place, accepting his protection, while Jenny circled angrily, breathing hard and juiced up on adrenaline. After some time, Jenny calmed down. Sean brought Jenny into the house. The Land Trust lady was freaking out (she is a cat person and has two Persian cats). Sean looked at his bitten middle finger and he had a couple of puncture wounds and two lacerations. We only had smallish band aids in the house and he used those to dress the wounds as he bled all over the place.

He went back outside and checked Laila for bleeding. Not finding any, he put her in the house and put Jenny in his car. He explained to the Land Trust lady that he needed to go to the Emergency Clinic for the bite. She understood, and wished him well. They both drove off.

Meanwhile, I arose from my nap. I found the bathroom full of bloody band aids and Laila had bled on the couch from a small shallow puncture wound on her shoulder. I just figured that a tick had dropped off of her and that Sean had cut his finger leaving a mess as usual. Men.

Sean arrived at the Emergency Clinic. He didn’t have to wait long before he was taken in. He saw a physician’s assistant and told him he was bitten by a dog. The PA told Sean that they would have to report the incident and could they have the name of the dog. Sean said that it was one of his dogs, but he wasn’t sure which one, but they both were up on their rabies shots. (Liar, liar, pants on fire! But, if he told them it was Jenny it would be two strikes against her since she has already done hard time for getting loose and scratching a little kid while playing.) They didn’t want to put stitches in because they like to keep small wounds open in case of infection. They cleaned the wounds, gave him a tetanus shot and discharged him with a prescription for a week of antibiotics. Sean went to the pharmacy to fill the prescription and while there also bought a sterile scrub for cleaning the wound, gauze, and tape. He ran into many people he knew there and told them the story of how he had done something really stupid and they told him how his wife was right and he should have listened to her.

Then, he came home to me and told me this whole charming tale. I could not believe the stupidity of putting one’s hand anywhere near a fighting dog’s mouth. But, he has learned the hard way. He is telling everyone that he was bit by a rare spotted shark while banding it off the coast of Borneo. It’s a tough and dangerous job, but someone has got to do it to save our environment for the children, or so he says. The Land Trust lady called later that evening to make sure he was okay.

So, guess who is using the control collars now?

Boat Shmoat, We’re Going to Paris

November 27, 2006 Posted by fairviewsue

As I have said, we did really well in 1996. So well, that in addition to our holiday in Grand Cayman, Sean and I decided to buy a used motor boat. We wanted something that he could dive off of and that we could do overnight trips on. So the boat we wanted would be about 30 feet at the water line. In the past we had been on sail boats, but they depended too heavily on the weather. Also, we wanted a fiberglass boat; wood was too much work. So, Sean began by searching on the web and we went to local places to look at boats for sale.

We saw many boats in our state and read about boats all over the country. On the boats we looked at either the aft portion was too small for diving or the interior was too cramped or the layout wasn’t right. There was always something that prevented Sean and I from saying, yes, this is the boat we want and we looked persistently for a couple of months.

One day in the fall, we were at the marina closest to our house standing looking at the moored boats and Sean pointed out to one of the boats and said, “That is the type of boat I want.”

We had no idea if it was even for sale. So we asked the marina owner and he said he would talk to the boat’s owner. It turned out that the boat’s owner was a truck driver whose wife had recently had major surgery and wasn’t getting around really well any more. They lived way upstate and had to drive over an hour to get to the boat. Since his wife’s medical problems they had not used the boat much at all that summer and he had not considered selling it. But, he agreed to come down and show it to us.

So, Frank, the truck driver, shows up to show us his boat, “Summer Camp”. We got out to her on a Zodiac and tied up at the floating dock she was moored to. Frank began to unsnap her navy blue canvas weather protective covering. What a beauty she was underneath it all. You could just tell by the way she was maintained that she was loved. She was a 1968 Pearson fiberglass motor boat with twin inboard 300 horse power v8 engines, 36 feet long at the water line and 12 feet wide, also known as the beam. She was far bigger than we were looking for, but it was love at first sight. Her interior decking was teak, the saloon was spacious and airy, she had a kitchen, head and a v-berth. She could sleep six. Frank made it clear that she would need work as time went by, but he and Sean had bonded over all things mechanical. Sean can fix just about anything, you see. Sean and I agreed that we had to have this boat. Frank’s asking price was extremely reasonable so we bought her that day and we were boat owners.

Summer Camp at her mooring

Sunday Comics – Oliver Frey’s Midshipman

November 26, 2006 Posted by fairviewsue


To see the entire drawing go to Pete of Finland’s site here. Enjoy!

Friday Fantasy – The Groom

November 24, 2006 Posted by fairviewsue


“M’Lady, would you like for me to saddle up your new chestnut Arabian mare, Coco, or your grey, Naihla for your ride today?”


“Ummmm. The chestnut, yes. No, grey. Oh, to heck with it! Get your sexy, sweaty body over here and let me lick it dry!”

“Anything my Lady asks…” He tosses the saddle aside and unzips his fly as he obediently walks over to me.

You, my readers, may imagine the rest…

Groom photo credit: Proceed at Your Own Risk

Spirit Journey & Manatees – Part 10, Finale

November 21, 2006 Posted by fairviewsue

On the morning of our last day, we packed all of our stuff and piled it into the trunk of Phil’s caddy. We checked out of the Hungry Pelican, said good bye to the owner, and had our café Cubanos and drove north, leaving the keys.

This time the Cuban coffee kept me alert enough that we found the turn to head for Homestead for lunch. Homestead was lots of flat farmland separated by lines of shrubs or trees and not much of anything else. Apparently it was the country’s citrus belt.

We found the center of town which seemed to be modest one storey buildings.

It was only 10:30 am and we found a diner that was open and we went in. Sean ordered French toast, his favorite, and I ordered scrambled eggs with ham. We got to talking with our waitress and she reminisced about hurricane Andrew and how bad it was as Homestead had taken a direct hit.


Other locals chimed in too. They all recounted how there was a Publix that had to be torn down just right over there.

And how subdivisions were totally flooded.

This experience became part of our vacation too. Sharing the losses with these people was outside of our normal day. We departed about 2 hours later and headed across the Tamiami Trail for Estero Beach and Phil’s Condo. We didn’t get to see any gators on the way back either. Traffic was terrible heading up from Naples, but eventually we made it.

Wouldn’t you know it, Phil was sick as a dog with my sinusitis! We thanked him profusely for the use of his Cadillac. We all decided to have dinner at the Tampa Airport, since we had a late night flight back home. Phil took the wheel, and off we went to the airport. Maybe it was because Phil was ill, or they weren’t taking advantage of the experienced navigator in the back seat, but we got lost on the way there! Twice! Finally we got to the airport and only had time to grab something quick before our flight. But, you know, that’s all you really want sometimes at an airport. Sigh.

We both gave Phil a big hug, at least I did, and we boarded our flight. We took off, flew home, landed, and realized that it had snowed a couple of feet while we were gone. Shit! We caught our shuttle to the long term lot and couldn’t find the car under all of the snow. We couldn’t even tell what color the cars were. Nor were we appropriately dressed for the cold. At least a snowplow had been through. With my Blizzak tires on we could drive our way out of the snow pile in front of the car.

I had at least remembered the post I had parked near, and so we wiped bits of snow off of cars near there and finally found the GTI. Sean cleared off enough snow to get in and turn on the car to warm it up and put on the defrosters. Then he broke out the snow clearing equipment I keep in the car. The ice scraper, the snow brush, etc.. We both of us cleared the car as best we could, piled our bags into the hatchback, and then got in all shivering and wet through to our bones.

Sean gave me an, “are you ready?” kind of look, put my GTI in gear, and she sprang lightly from her snowy prison and took us safely home. Once we were warm in our very own bed together we fell into a deep and peaceful sleep as we were so tired from our wonderful vacation in Key Largo.

THE END