Dog Leak Source Found. Medical Positives.

Lughnasa                                                            Honey Moon

I believe I found the egress. (see post below)  Wired it up.  I walked the whole perimeter, about half a mile, checking the bottom of the chain link fence for sign.  These include scuffed earth, bent or snapped off twigs or plant stalks, areas where the earth has been scratched.  Then, like the cowboys of old, I take out my wire cutters and my almost depleted roll of baling wire and anchor the fence to something solid.  The good old empirical method will tell whether or not I was successful.  Dogs in perennial beds.  No. Dogs in back.  Yes.

Also, forgot to mention here the good news about my shoulder.  After six months of sleep disturbing and task disrupting pain, my physical therapy has eliminated almost all the pain.  I would say I’m 95% back to normal.  The p.t. was monotonous and frequent, but over time it pulled me back to good health.  Worth it.  Much better than meds.

In addition, as far as medical good news goes, as some of you know, I’ve mostly cut out carbs, lost 16 pounds and upped my consumption of fruits and vegetables.  Just like your Mom was supposed to have told you, although I don’t remember those lessons from my Mom.  My new doctor did an A1c test which measures average blood sugar over a three month period and mine was in the normal range.  Barely, but it was there.  I’m convinced that the change in eating pattern walked me back from prediabetes.  I’ll stick with the new eating paradigm, healthier anyway.

One more piece of good news in the A1c’s trail.  My cholesterol numbers stayed in excellent ranges in spite of the fact that I’ve increased my carnivorous activity.  That’s all the good news that’s fit to print.

Local Fence Leaks Dogs

lughnasa                                                              Honey Moon

P.T. Barnum famously encouraged crowds, “This way to the egress!”  First project this morning is finding Rigel’s most recent success in locating an egress from our fenced in yard.  All three have used it, but I know this scene well enough to know that Rigel precipitated the event.

We have a wood slatted gate off our deck that leads into the perennial flower gardens below it.  The first day, the very first day, she was here, Rigel got her head stuck between two of the slats.  I had to remove one to release her.  Later on she discovered a downed tree low enough to jump on and use as a bridge to the great beyond.  See my post below about faith as a bridge to a better place.

Since then she’s prized open gates, dug under fences, several times and discovered weak spots in the chain link where she make herself small and wiggle out.  This is a 130 pound dog.  Who then gets followed by her sister Vega at 150.  Vega loves Rigel and enjoys the adventures but never commences them.

So, until I’ve found the hole and plugged it up.