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May. 15th, 2017


Last night, we heard a gunshot. Fairly close to the property. Given that the nearest neighbor we can see, has told us before that they do pistol training/target practice in their backyard, we didn't think too much of it, other than being really close. (And yes, we looked around and didn't see anything.)

Just now, on my way to the mailbox and back again, I had to fight* with both dogs to get them to keep walking past a certain area along the edge of the driveway, where the hayfield meets it.

They shot the damn fox last night and it died there. They mowed the hayfield around him, so I couldn't see it until the dogs beelined for it. (Which makes sense or the resulting mess could mess up the cutter *and* the hay.)

I get trying to keep wildlife from your chickens, what have you. But dammit, you *knew* we walk our dogs along the driveway. Why couldn't you have killed the fox at the pine tree line or something instead.

Now, we get to bury said fox tonight and hope it rains soon to wash away the scent, otherwise, *everytime* we walk the dogs through there until it does, it's going to be a battle with them.

* I literally had to take both by the collars and march them well passed the area, on the opposite side of the driveway.

May. 10th, 2017

Dear Leo-

If you're standing in front of my chair, I can't sit down to put my boots on.

If you're trying to lick my toes, I can't put my socks on, and I can't put my boots on.

If you're sniffing the crap out of said boots, trying to stick your head in them, again, I can't put them on.

If you're trying to lick my hands, I can't tie the laces on my boots that I finally got on.

If I can't tie the laces on the boots, I can't take you outside to play.

We've been through this, buddy. Daily. Sometimes several times a day.

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Jun. 15th, 2016

Eight years...

Eight Year ago today, a very special litter of puppies was born and they and their mother were rescued by Heart of Dixie Akita Rescue.

Eight years ago today, Dante sent us our next Akita, born exactly 10 days after she left us. Had to go prepare the new pupper after all, for the crazy family she'd be living with 3.5 months later.

Eight years ago today, Caena Kamikaze Ryu was born.

Happy Birthday, Caena! Here's to many more silly birthdays with you.}:)

Dec. 22nd, 2014

I won something! No, really, I won!

I never, ever win like this. Never. It's a fact.

But when they say it only takes one ticket, holy fuck they aren't kidding!

End of November, Lone Star Akita Rescue started a raffle to raise money for their rescued Akitas for heartworm treatments, testing, general vet care, etc. The raffle was for this stunning queen sized quilt-

So I bought a ticket. Only one, because that's all I had at the time and then... I forgot about it. I really meant to go back and buy more, because I figured, it's for my breed.

One ticket.

I won with ONE ticket.

I had to watch the video twice before I realized, that yes, that was MY NAME. They drew MY NAME. ME.

And yet, despite the person running it confirming that yes, it was me that one, and even sending me confirmation of shipment, etc, it still didn't fully sink in.

Until today. Until this absolutely stunning handmade quilt by Charla Spurling-Urioste arrived at my door.

And all I can do is stare at it.

I won. One ticket and I won.

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Oct. 31st, 2012

Akita Rescue in need

Monday night, Jo, of Big East Akita Rescue, and her family were home with 12 of the Rescue Akitas under BEAR's purview. It was supposed to be the safest place for them during the storm.

But we all saw and heard what happened to New Jersey's coast.

According to Jo, the barrier islands off Tom's River, NJ were gone in the storm surge. Between 10pm and midnight that night, sudden storm surge resulted in 4ft of water in their yard and home. Her husband and 2 teenage kids went into the water to rescue the Akitas from the kennels and bring them to the second floor of their house.

Tuesday morning, they had no power, no running water, no food, heat, etc and the first floor of the house was destroyed. Both vehicles are gone.

Word got out via other Akita Rescue people and is still being spread across Facebook and the internet. Donations have started coming in, via non Akita Rescue groups, Akita owners and others.

The area they are in was and is restricted to emergency personnel only because of the water and down power lines.

They could have left. They opted to stay. For them, the love of the breed is a family thing and they refused to leave the Akitas behind. Many are senior Akitas and Rescue is the best place, next to a forever home, for them.

Boarding for the Akitas has been offered, others are gathering supplies for them, and someone else has a van with a generator waiting for the word that they can go in.

Last word was from today. They have been able to take the dogs out for a morning walk and put a few back in the kennel runs in the garage.

But they still need your help to rebuild. The link above takes you directly to their donation page. Anything you can send will help BEAR rebuild and resupply to help these Rescue Akitas as well as Jo and her family.

To that end, I am running a scarf sale on Artfire. Each scarf has been put on sale. You DO NOT need an account to buy there. Proceeds from each sale will go to Akita Rescue, specificly BEAR.

Even if you can't donate, or don't wish to buy a scarf, at least pass the word.

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May. 7th, 2012

Meet Shasta

Shasta is a roughly 2 yr old Akita/Husky mix that was picked up by the Wytheville, Va Animal Control as a stray. She came across the Akita Rescue email list needing either a foster homew for a few days, or transport to Blue Ridge Husky Rescue down in Asheville, NC.

It took a bit of doing, but a foster in Wytheville was found for the few days it was needed after Shasta's spay surgery. Then on Sunday, Mark and I had the pleasure of going to Wytheville and transporting Shasta to Johnson City, where we met D. with Blue Ridge husky Rescue, who would be taking her to her new foster home in Asheville.

Shasta is an absolute sweetheart. She's very talkative until she gets to know you. Timid in the way that animals who've been abused and are unsure as to whether you mean to hurt them again or not- especially around guys. It took awhile- nearly the whole drive- but when we dropped her off in Johnson City, she stopped barking at Mark and even went up to him and licked his hand before we put her in D's car and said good bye.

She's severely underweight- you could feel nearly every bone in her body, which means she's been a stray for awhile, and blowing coat. We sat in the parking lot at the pickup spot in Wytheville with her temp foster M, and I must have pulled enough fur out to create a cat from. She was a sucker for treats though, and by the time we were ready to leave, she was trying to give me one of her rather large front paws, apparently that means she decided to be my friend, according to M.

We folded the seats up in Orion and spread a blanket out in the back for her. I ended up having to pick her up, literally, to get her in the CR-V, as she was extremely reluctant to get in herself. Once in, she looked around, then laid down and pretty much slept the entire 2 hour drive.

When we met up with D in Johnson City, she had a Husky named Merlin with her, when Shasta saw him, that was it, she was friends already and wanted nothing more but to play. When we went to put her in the back of D's vehicle, Merlin decided to make a break for it and run around the parking lot a few times with Mark and D chasing him. I think he thought it was a game. It took a bit of doing and the intervention of a kind woman, but he was caught and both went into the backseat- Shasta very willingly because it meant she got to hang out with her new friends. They headed out to Asheville after that.

And we headed home to our own sweet Akita.

Nov. 30th, 2010

Van stolen at Eukanuba - with dogs inside!


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