Anogete's Journal

( work talk )

If you're looking for homemade treats for your doggie, then I highly recommend Tail Waggin' Temptations. I met the couple that make these treats at the Quixote Humane Easter Parade a few weeks ago and bought a small container of treats from them. Ferguson isn't much for dog bones, but he is in love with their peanut butter heart treats. I just ordered another box off their website, and it arrived a couple days later.

Glengarry Glen Ross is one of my favorite films. I'm such a fan of David Mamet's talk-y movies. Jason and I were quoting it this evening because we were watching Ed Harris in another movie. I popped on YouTube and found this:

(WARNING: Lotsa lota cursing and foul language in the clip below.)



There is so much great dialogue in this film that I could never list it all here, but one of my favorite parts is when Dave (Ed Harris' character) says, "Anybody who talks to this asshole is a fuckin' asshole." So classic. You can see it in the video above at the 1:26 mark.

A couple weeks ago, I posted this entry about a stray dachshund who had been seen wandering around my office building. Payroll Girl and I felt so bad for him that we managed to trap him in an used office until animal control could arrive. Fate intervened and the animal control officer couldn't make it out to pick him up. Payroll Girl let him go, though it killed her to do it. I felt like such crap that I contacted a local Dachshund rescue and begged them to take him in if I could find him again. They agreed and asked for a couple days to work out a foster home for him. This wasn't a problem because I didn't know where he was; we were just waiting for him to show up again.

The mechanic knew we were looking for him, and he called me this afternoon to tell me that the little guy was outside by the mailboxes. I hurried out and managed to lure him over to the building while Payroll Girl threw some dog food in a bowl. We coaxed him into the unused office again with the food. I gave him some water and left him in there while I called the Dachshund rescue. Janet, my contact in Albuquerque, didn't answer. I immediately felt sick. I didn't want to let him go again. He looked horrible. I could see each of his ribs protruding from his skin. I can't even explain how thin he is. I called Janet three more times, but didn't get an answer. I also e-mailed a couple other volunteers with the rescue in hopes that someone could help me today. I was even willing to stay late at the office until someone could arrive to get him. I just couldn't leave him there overnight.

At 4:00, Virginia called me back and said she would drive up from Los Lunas (30 minutes south of the Albuquerque airport) if I could meet her halfway. The airport is the halfway point between my office and her house, so it was a 25 minute drive for me, too. I immediately agreed. Anything to get our little guy into a vet and a home. He was so sweet in the car. I had to put him in a box because there was a chance he had mange. However, as long as he could smell me, he was okay. I met the woman in the cell phone waiting area of the airport. She took a look at him, then we packed him up in her car. She told me she had already notified the vet and made plans for him to be boarded there until he had a clean bill of health. She was so nice and thanked me multiple times for going out of my way to help. Really, I think I should have been thanking her for taking him in. I asked her to e-mail me and let me know about him.

So, I just checked my work e-mail, and she had already sent me a message about him.

( dachshund boy )

I am so ridiculously happy about this. Seriously. I cried after I got the e-mail because I'm so relieved he is okay. I've been worried about him for over two months. It is such a weight off my chest to know that he is going to be okay and isn't terminally ill or unable to recover from his condition. And knowing that he'll be sleeping somewhere warm tonight makes me smile. It snowed earlier this week, and I worried about him all night. In a few weeks, I might contact Janet and ask if I can come visit him. If I could, I would totally adopt him. But apartment regulations and all...

This makes my week. I'm so, so, so happy. :-)

Today was productive. I went shopping at the regular grocery and the farmer's market, then took all the dogs (Jason's sister's and mom's) to the park for a walk. When I got back home, I cooked up a pot of vegetable soup for lunch next week. I managed to clean the hamsters' cage before dinner. After dinner, I let the gerbils out for playtime on the floor. Ferguson even got a bath today. He's not exactly thrilled about it.

I promised a picture of the gerbils, so here they are:

( winrey and sheska )

( have some random songs )

After breakfast, Jason and I dropped by Calibers (an indoor shooting range a few blocks from our apartment) to get a little practice in. I like Calibers so much because it is run by young people. I always feel out of place in gun shops and ranges frequented by old men who just like to hunt. Calibers doesn't have the atmosphere at all. Jason and I liked it so much, we bought a couple's membership so we can go anytime we'd like. Anyway, I kick so much ass. Seriously. At one point, I sent five rounds, one after another, into the two-inch diameter circle over the heart of my target. Burglers and muggers beware. Jason insists that I'm a better shot than him. Ha! I'm very happy with the grip extender I had put on one of my magazines. My Glock 26 has this really short grip since it is a subcompact. The extender has upped my accuracy by a significant amount.

I talked Jason into stopping by the yarn store so I could pick up a couple skeins of wool to make Ferguson a new sweater for this upcoming fall and winter.

When we got home, I whipped up a couple homemade dog treats for Ferguson.

( uh, yummy? doggie treats )

The bones are tuna biscuits. They have ground oatmeal and cornmeal in them with a can of tuna. The brown patties are Alaskan Salmon cakes. Basically, it is just a can of salmon with a bit of garlic, salt, and wheat flour for texture. I feel super sorry for the two dogs that live with Jason's mom and sister. They never get treats or walks, so I'm going over there after dinner to take them for a walk at the park with Ferg. I'm also going to pack up half the treats I made this morning and leave them at their house.