Tuesday, June 30, 2009

First Bald Birthday Since 1982

I am now a 27-year-old. Did I think this is what I would be going through at this point in my life? No. But I'll now forever treasure every birthday that I'm given and I'm sure that this one will stick out in my mind as the first one celebrated bald since 1982. 

It was a vertical weekend meaning I wanted to do everything I could to make the most of it. I love going into the city and was looking forward to a day of open air markets and the city hustle bustle, but was bumming knowing that I'd never be able to handle walking the blocks after blocks that I would want to walk. So I slept in on Saturday (that is until 9 a.m. ... even with cancer I can't waste a weekend morning). When I woke up, Craig had the day planned. We'd drive into the city and take a hop-on, hop-off 
"topless fun bus" as he called it. Turns out everyone kept their tops on, but it was fun. We were able to see so much of the city, learn random factoids, spend time at the places that we wanted to and fly past those that we didn't from the vantage point of an open-top double decker bus: a perfect solution to my endurance problem.  

The day was perfect. We found a
massive, 8-block long open air market with lots of booths to poke through and street meat to eat. We witnessed a sudden and torrential downpour while in Times Square and watched two young lovers scale the TKTS steps soaked and get more soaked making out like a music a video with an audience of hundreds huddled under overhangs. We saw a guy dressed as Spongebob get arrested. We saw a man-made beach complete with a Tiki bar, sunbathers and kids making sand castles in the midst of South Street Seaport and a b-boy group with super-human ab strength. Only in New York. 

I'd been looking forward to Thai food for a very long time and on Sunday I certainly got my birthday wish. We went to my favorite, East West Grille, a former dining car-turned Thai-Lao getaway plopped inbetween the car dealerships and shopping plazas of New Park Ave. Most all of my girlz and most all of their other halves  made it out for a delicious spread of curries and pad thais. The 13 of us 
took over the patio. Craig and Tom even went down to the basement with the waitress to bring up extra tables ... we most certainly gave them a Sunday business boost. It was so good to see everyone --- from Mass, New York and all sides of CT, we all converged over spiciness and shrimp crackers. I laughed, a lot, as is usual with our crew and just basked in the sun and the warmth of our friendship. And the yellow curry with three kinds of tofu? Amazing. 

The actual day of my birth, the 29th, fell on Monday and I decided that as a present to myself I was going to go into the office. I was feeling good and I wanted to get dressed in a collared shirt and business skirt and feel like a grown-up for the day. I literally had to dust a spider web off of my Vera Wang heels --- haven't worn anything but flip flops and moccasins in a long time. I even broke out the iron; I was surprised I could find it. Most try to get out of work on their birthday, but for me, it was my reward for a very tough week last week --- I could be normal for a day. Little did I know that my co-workers knew it was my birthday so I was surprised with a pizza party. It felt great to catch up with everyone, sit through a meeting and get the chance to catch up with projects and on life with my director. 

Then last night, was my family party. Can you tell I like to stretch out a birthday? The fam came over and my mom and Craig tackled the food --- grilled salmon and steak, a birthday surf and turf. The night was beautiful so we all sat out on the porch, marveled at Sammy's skills with the tennis ball and just enjoyed each other's company. 
My mom made Funfetti cupcakes (my fav) and in them were candles to blow out. This year I started making my wishes as soon as the notes of "Happy Birthday" began. I have so much to wish for and so much to be thankful for at the same time. Everyone waited patiently as I continued my list of wishes in silence then finally got to blowing out the flames. There's magic in that wax, I know it. 

Ken Burns on America's Best Idea: National Parks



Ken Burns has come through again. His new venture is a 12-hour, six-part documentary series filmed over the course of six years at some of our nature's most spectacular locales: Acadia, Yosemite, Yellowstone, Grand Canyon, Everglades, and Gates of the Arctic.

This is a story about the people who made it possible: rich and poor; famous and unknown; soldiers and scientists; natives and newcomers; idealists, artists and entrepreneurs.

This land is your land.

The series premieres Sunday, September 27th, 2009.

Surf City


Surf City is a scenc from Tampa , Fl.
Acrylic on 6x8 canvas panel.
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Veterinarians Call for End to "the Ban"


Fox populations are exploding in the U.K. and the issue of control is moot. The only question now is whether it will be through vehicle impact, starvation, disease, poison, shooting, snares, or a return to hunting with hounds.


A bipartian Parliamentary group in the UK, working with the Veterinary Association for Wildlife Management, has issued a new report [PDF] which concludes that hunting with dogs is the most effective way of controlling foxes, and that all arguments of cruelty are "invalid" as predation by larger canids has been the way of the fox since before man walked the earth.

The publication goes on to to note that hunting with hounds is "demonstrably the natural and most humane method of control," and there was "never any scientific evidence" to support a ban.

The all-party parliamentary Middle Way Group worked with the Veterinary Association for Wildlife Management (500 veterinarians across the U.K.) to produce the document, which concludes that the hunting ban of 2004 is "unscientific, unenforceable, socially divisive, and harms, rather than improves, animal welfare," and called for the ban to be repealed.

Alison Hawes, regional director of the Countryside Alliance, said the findings were another step towards the repeal of the ban which the organisation has been campaigning for: "We are now looking at the probability of a repeal, rather than the possibility. The ball is really rolling in that direction."

David Cameron has already pledged the Conservatives will hold a free vote on the issue in Parliament if they come to power in an election likely to be held next year.

Trapping is not an option for fox control in the U.K., as it is in the U.S., because the use of traps was banned in the 1950s. Ironically, the ban on traps was supported by the mounted hunts who thought it would strengthen their hand as the "preferred" method of fox control. >> To read more >> To read the press release [.doc]


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The Flowbee for Pets?



"Flowbee may be used on pets with a Pet attachment. Please note when cutting your pets coat down to 1/2" inch, it is essential to use the pet attachment. This will keep the pet's skin in place."

Right.

"It sucks as it cuts."

I'm sure.
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Monday, June 29, 2009

Surf Shack













Surf Shack is a beach scene from a photo
of a place in Tampa ,Fl. 6x8 canvas panel
acrylic painting. $68.00. Shipping $5.95.
To purchase contact artist at angelasacrylics@yahoo.com

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Digging on the Dogs


Pearl listens to Mountain under ground.

I have been a bit of a physical wreck recently, first with elbow bursitis (drained, and now fine), and then falling 12 feet off a cliff (I could have fallen 90 feet so I am not complaining) which strained a ligament in my right knee and buggered my right elbow.

The right elbow is now fine, and the right knee is about 90 percent (it only hurts a little when I go up stairs, and get in and out of the truck).

So am I all better? Not quite. Now I have tendinitis in my left arm!

No matter. I went digging yesterday despite the tendinitis, and though my left arm hurt a bit, my knee held up under the weight of the pack and the tools, and the dogs had a blast.



Mountain is, literally, standing on her head to pull out a small groundhog being bolted by Pearl.



Pearl with one of the three small groundhogs taken this day. We bolted another small one, and also a raccoon which skittered to freedom thanks to one of the unseen holes in a brushy six-eyed sette.



Pearl listens to Mountain underground.



Mountain can be seen just inside this enormous old tree trunk. There is a groundhog pipe right in the middle. She has found there before, but I never even try to dig it. No one home today.



Mountain and Pearl look to retrieve a dispatched groundhog that gravity slid back into the hole. Where did it go?
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Pappy


Pappy is a papillon, acrylic on 8x8 canvas panel.
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The Kill Devil Terrier



Some people seem to have all the luck.

First, Luisa over at Lassie Get Help, manages to find a genuine Shenandoah Mountain Cur -- a breed first made famous by Custer who had two of them during his Virginia campaign, one of them named Smoky, and the other Fire. Fire died at the Little Big Horn, but Smoky (the better dog, and a gift to Custer from Queen Victoria through Lord Buckley) survived. Until Luisa's magical find, I was sure the Shenandoah Mountain Cur was extinct.

Now Doug, over at the Harris Hawk Blog has managed to find what must surely be one of the last Kill Devil Terriers in existence -- a dog made famous by Orville and Wilbur Wright.

The first Kill Devil Terrier was acquired by Orville and Wilbur in 1902 at Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina while they were waiting out the weather to test their second big glider.

The dog came to the Wright camp with a load of food rations. The old man who drove the food wagon out to the dunes came out with the dog, and no one noticed he did not leave with it until very late in the evening, when the dog appeared over a dune, just in time to lick the pots clean from the evening meal.

It was two weeks before the wagon returned with another provision of food, and during that time, Wilbur and Orville became very fond of the dog who not only kept rats and Grey Fox out of the rations, but who also served as a quick and ready wind sock.

Years later, Orville would note,

"The dog was key. Without him, we might have died long before we got off the ground, for we were terrible at gauging wind velocity. It was Wilbur who noticed that we never had any real success unless the fine fur along the dog's ears was riffling out in the wind. After that, we never flew without asking the dog's permission."

In fact,the absence of a Kill Devil Terrier at Fort Myers, Virginia is said by some to have been the cause of the first avian fatality in the world. While some blamed the crash on a crack in the right propeller, it was properly pointed out that everything was smashed after the crash, and that the absence of the dog, named Flyer, was only real variable from earlier successful flights.

After that, of course, it was considered bad luck by early fliers not to have some sort of representative of a Kill Devil Terrier with them at all times.

Some simply carried a small stuffed dog, or painted a small picture of a Kill Devil Terrier near their landing gear, but others -- particularly early barnstomers -- had the real thing with them whenever they traveled.

Over time, as technology progressed and superstition subsided, fewer and fewer avaiators took real dogs with them in their airplanes, and today many flyers have never even heard of a Kill Devil Terrier.

The last pure Kill Devil Terrier known to exist prior to Doug's discovery was owned by Amelia Earhart, who disappeared with her dog while flying over the Pacific in 1937.

What an amazing thing to rediscover a remnant population of these dogs still in existance, and just 10 miles from Kill Devil Hills, too!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Uncle Jimmy #2


Not for sale. Watercolor from a photo
of my brother in law.

A Wildlife Transmitter Beats an Arrow In the Neck


Black-tailed Godwit

Remember, when we were kids and people said the birds "flew south" for the winter?

Well, believe it or not, that was about all we knew for a lot of species.

Birds disappeared flying south in the Fall and came back, flying north, in the Spring. Where these birds went, exactly, and what they did when they got there, was a bit of a mystery.

Beginning in the 16th Century or so, some bird owners (pigeon fanciers and falconers mostly) began banding or ringing the legs of select birds to establish ownership.

The first record of a metal band attached to a bird's leg was in 1595, when one of Henry IV's banded Peregrine Falcons was lost in pursuit of a bustard in France. It showed up the next day in Malta, 1,300 miles away!

In the early 19th Century, the world began to get a glimpse into the scope of avian winter migrations, thanks to an arrow in the neck. Atlas Obscura tells the story:

Until the 19th century, the sudden annual disappearance of white storks each fall had been a profound mystery to European bird-watchers. Aristotle thought the storks went into hibernation with the other disappearing avian species, perhaps at the bottom of the sea. According to some fanciful accounts, “flocks of swallows were allegedly seen congregating in marshes until their accumulated weight bent the reeds into the water, submerging the birds, which apparently then settled down for a long winter’s nap.” A 1703 pamphlet titled “An Essay toward the Probable Solution of this Question: Whence come the Stork and the Turtledove, the Crane, and the Swallow, when they Know and Observe the Appointed Time of their Coming,” argued that the disappearing birds flew to the moon for the winter.



On May 21, 1822, a stunning piece of evidence came to light, which suggested a less extra-terrestrial, if no less wondrous, solution to the quandary of the disappearing birds. A white stork, shot on the Bothmer Estate near Mecklenburg, was discovered with an 80 cm long Central African spear embedded in its neck. The stork had flown the entire migratory journey from its equatorial wintering grounds in this impaled state. The Arrow-Stork, or Pfeilstorch, can now be found, stuffed, in the Zoological Collection of the University of Rostock. It is not alone. Since 1822, some 25 separate cases of pfeilstorches have been recorded.


What happened next? Well, quite a lot.

The 19th Century was a period of explosive scientific discovery, and people began to move beyond simple banding to establish ownership, to banding as a method of tracking birds across time and space.

Among the first to step forward in the name of Science was John James Audubon, who attached small ringlets of silver wire to the legs of a brood of Phoebes near Philadelphia so he could firmly establish that birds raised in one area were the same ones who later returned to nest in that same area.

In 1899, Hans Mortensen, a Danish school teacher, took the idea of bird-banding one step farther, and began banding wild birds with metal rings that had his name and address on them. It was Mortensen that invented the system of bird banding we use today, though it should be said that it was the Smithsonian Institution, here in Washington, D.C., which really popularized bird-banding, and made it an avenue of mainstream scientific inquiry.

For about 100 years, bird banding was how we tracked bird migrations around the world, and to tell the truth, it was not that great a system.

In a world of billions of birds, only a small fraction-of-a-fraction were ever going to be banded, and most of these were ducks or geese which had an obvious economic value. Smaller birds of no obvious value were much less likely to get banded, and only those birds shot or netted ever had any hope of having their identifications seen, much less returned to the proper data-keeper.

The result: until only a decade or so ago, we still had a very imperfect knowledge of where birds went when they "flew south" for the winter, and we knew even less about where they stopped and fed along the way.

The good news is that in the 1990s, the process of electronic miniaturization progressed to the point that scientists could begin to put transmitters on really large birds like hawks and cranes, and data from those transmitters could be uploaded to satellites. Today, the science of miniaturization has progressed to the point that it's possible to put a transmitter on a hummingbird -- even a dragonfly -- although we still need an airplane or car to follow on behind the smallest of transmitters.

It is hard to overstate how important electronic tracking is to wildlife management and protection. A small story, however, might give a clue.

Three of the very first miniature electronic tracking transmitters capable of linking up to a satellite were attached to Swainson's hawks back in 1994. Within a few days, two of the transmitters conked out, but the transmitter on the third bird retained power and showed the hawk traveled from southern Canada down the American Midwest into Mexico, Guatemala, Costa Rica, and past Ecuador into the Pampas region of Venezuela.

Scientists quickly scurried off to see if they could locate the animal.

What they found in Argentina was both amazing and disturbing.

The amazing part was that Swainson's hawks, which are solitary hunters in North America, assembled into large communal flocks of as many as 7,000 birds on their winter hunting grounds.

The disturbing part was that in Argentina Swainson's hawks lived on swarms of locust-like grasshoppers, which were being systematically poisoned by organo-phosphate pesticides.

The bug spray, in turn, was killing off the Swainson's hawks in droves.

As they drove into the area where the hawk's signal had last been heard from, scientists were alarmed to find thousands of hawks already dead under their roosts.

To make a long story short, that year 25 percent of all the Swainson's hawks in the world were killed by pesticides in Argentina -- a phenomenon that would never have been known had it not been for wildlife tracking telemetry.

The good news is that by switching to different types of pesticides, Argentina's farmers were able to sharply reduce grasshopper infestations while doing little serious harm to wildlife --a "win-win" for all sides.

As you might suspect, the brave new world of wildlife transmitters is still giving us a lot of new information, and great stories as well.

For example, one of fifteen Black-tailed Godwits released in the Friesland area of the Netherlands last Saturday arrived in Senegal in West Africa on Tuesday morning. The distance of 2,500 miles (4,000 kilometres), was covered by the bird in two days of nonstop flying.

Today, scientists are able to track bird populations around the globe, and load this information into graphics-based data bases so the general public can follow these epic migrations.

And it's not just birds that migrate, is it?

On every continent mammals, birds, fish and even insects migrate extraordinarily long distances.

It's not just Monarch butterflies that fly south for the winter for example -- it's a lot of dragonflies as well.

And it's not just herring and salmon that migrate out of oceans and up our rivers and streams -- it's perch and eels too. Out in the oceans, shark, tuna, whales, penguins, and sea turtles are swimming vast distances in never-ending seasonal circles, as they have for millions of years. On land we have long-distance migrations by caribou, bison, pronghorn antelope, elephant, wildebeest, and zebra.

How do the animals find their way? No one is quite sure.

No doubt there are a lot of factors that help guide them -- the position of the sun, wind, smell, temperature, sound, and visual landmarks, for starters. We know, for example, that when pigeons get closer to home, pigeons will actually follow roadways, same as you and I.

Migrations at night, when most birds fly really long distances, however, may be due to an internal magnetic compass that is hard-wired into the brain and working off of a bit of superoxide.

And it's not just birds that have this bit of electro-chemistry firing off in their brain -- bats do too.

And if bats (mammals) have electro-magnetic compasses in their brain, why not fish?

The main benefit of wildlife transmitters, of course, is that by tracking animals -- so many of which move about only at night -- we are better able to protect vital wildlife and ancient migration corridors.

That's a benefit for everyone -- the wildlife, hunters, and Mother Nature included.

On a more personal level, of course, the tremendous strides made in wildlife transmitters over the last two decades, have been an enormous benefit for those of us who engage in highly-skilled primitive hunting with dogs, hawks, falcons, and ferrets.

Yes, hawks and falcons are still lost rather routinely, but falconry transmitters and Yaggi locators offer some hope of recovery.

In the world of terriers and ferrets, the development of small low-frequency transmitters means long layups underground and long and dangerous digs are less frequent than they once were.

Even houndsmen and pet owners have benefited, thanks to tracking collars to serve their various needs.

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Want to read another amazing bird migration story? Check out A Shearwater's Endless Summer from a March 2007 post to this blog.
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Good Luck With That



A Galápagos Hawk (Buteo galapagoensis) tries to nail a Galápagos Tortoise.
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Friday, June 26, 2009

Hydrangeas













Hydrangeas. Acrylic on 6x8 canvas panel.
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Museum Seeks Penis Donor



Did you know there is an Icelandic penis museum?

'Tis true. It's called the Icelandic Phallological Museum.

They are (or at least were) looking for a human donor. Go on -- give 'til it hurts.

They already have 261 others in the collection, from whale to elephant, and from hamster to fox. That's an elephant penis at top. Various pickled members are displayed below.




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Michael Jackson :: Earth Song



Earth.

You are here.

You will never be anywhere else.

Take care of it.

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I was never a huge Michael Jackson fan, but I will give a hat tip to the fact that he was a very gifted musician and dancer, and had a social conscience revealed in such songs as "We Are the World," "Man in the Mirror," "Heal the World," "Cry," and "Earth Song."

If you have never seen this video or heard this song before, there is a reason for that. For whatever reason, "Earth Song" was never released as a single in the United States.
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From yuck to pink inspiration....

Well, I had this inspiration to cover my mushroom with a mosaic of oyster shells.
Frankly, it turned out awful!  A mess of white lumps in lumpy grey concrete. Oh dear!
Then I looked up....and saw my beautiful hydrangeas, and inspiration lifted me up again.
I should make pink hydrangeas out of apoxie clay and cover the oysters shells on the mushroom.  Yes!  So I started yesterday and I think it will look great!  Can you imagine it?
Pink puffs all over the top of the mushroom is what I see.

However.......I now have to face making about 50 of these flowers.  Oh, the journeys that inspiration takes us on can be daunting!!   When will I find the time, and how much time is this project going to take!  But ...there's no alternative...it's either yuck or pink hydrandeas for me.





Coffee and Provocation



  • Stupid on a Stick:
    Fetchstix is trying to sell the canine equivalent of a "pet rock." Picture above for the unbelievers. Instead of buying this kind of crap, how about making a gift to a local canine rescue ... or even a human shelter?

  • Revenge of the Deer:
    Feral dogs kill a lot of deer. Now comes a report of deer killing pet dogs. The Missoulian reports that a dachshund was killed by a deer in its yard and that a 3-month-old Yorkshire terrier was stomped to death by a doe.

  • Lynx Return to Colorado:
    Lynx seem to have have finally taken hold in Colorado. The population is still small and perilous, but we have a second generation now.

  • Spotted Owl Nonsense:
    I object to contrived crisis, whether it is on the left or the right. An example of a contrived crisis on the left is the supposed near-extinction of the "Northern Spotted Owl"." Why the quotes? Simple: there is no such species. There is a Spotted Owl, Strix occidentalis, and only a Spotted Owl. They are common, and cross-breed quite freely with barred owls. A "Northern" Spotted Owl is merely a subspecies of a common animal, and a subspecies is, by definition, not a species. Most bird subspecies are virtually undifferentiated from their main types, and that is true for the Northern Spotted Owl, which is simply a Spotted Owl who -- due to geography -- is living around a lot of old growth timber. YES, preserve old growth timber. But be honest that you are preserving the trees for the trees. It is a good enough reason. Spotted Owls can live in virtually any kind of habitat -- old growth, not-so-old growth, and even desert scrub.

  • Termites are Smarter than the Kennel Club:
    Mother Nature abhors long-term inbreeding to the point that female termites are able to reproduce both sexually and asexually. The asexually produced termites (i.e. self-clones) mostly grow up to be queen successors – so-called "secondary queens" – which remain in the termite colony and mate with the king. The result is large broods of babies without the dangers of inbreeding, as secondary queens have no genes in common with their mate.

  • Pepper Moths Return to Pre-Pollution Color:
    Do you remember learning in school about how Pepper Moths in the U.K. had changed their color from mottled white to dark grey-black in order to camouflage themselves better amidst the dirty grime and pollution of the 19th and 20th Centuries? Well guess what? It appears that with cleaner air, the Pepper Moth may be reverting back to its original mottled white! This is not only a positive sign for the environment, but also living proof that Natural Selection is at work all around us.

  • Looks Aren't Everything:
    After two decades of research, John Byers has shown that female pronghorn antelope do not simply select mates with the biggest body or the most impressive horns, but instead select mates with the best vigor and best stamina; traits that will give their offspring the greatest chance of success.

  • Governor Mark Sanford on Bill Clinton's Extra-marital affair:
    "This is very damaging stuff. I think it would be much better for the country and for him personally (to resign)... I come from the business side. If you had a chairman or president in the business world facing these allegations, he'd be gone."

  • Alec Baldwin Says "Don't Take the Bait"
    Alec Baldwin says ignore the Sanford mess: "Now is a wonderful opportunity to show the country what Democrats/liberals/progressives/unaligned learned from the Clinton era. Whatever personal problems that public officials deal with privately, leave them alone....The rest of the world is about to kick this country right where it counts when it decides to go off the dollar as the reserve currency, and you want to spend five minutes over the fact that Sanford was cheating on his wife? Don't take the bait. Move on."

Thursday, June 25, 2009

A Tribute

Michael Jackson has always been a (slight) obsession of mine. Yes, I used to walk around wearing a glove and yes, "Thriller" was danced at my wedding. His musical legacy will be greatly missed and I just had to give a shout out. This MJ song especially has always moved me, now more than ever in my life. Rest in peace.  

"Smile"


Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...

If you smile
With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile 
If you just...

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...

If you smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile...

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

Oliver 2












Oliver 2. Acrylic painting on 6x8 canvas
panel.

The Mind-Body Connection

I was admittedly in a dark place the past few days, hence the blog absence, but I got it out of my system and no need to dwell on that. This week was a tough week and there will probably be more to come, I guess it's all part of the healing process. I think this week was the toughest so far because I've been doing the "cancer thang" for six weeks now and I'm ready to be finished ... but there's still a long road ahead. There was a lot of fatigue, a lot of weakness, a lot of pain, a lot of tears and "woe is me," but that does no one any good and I know that, but sometimes the drugs do the talking. 

Today the sun came out and with it my positive outlook came back. I got some good advice from a former colleague and forever friend who also battled lymphoma, advice that helped her: "Remember it's a marathon, not a sprint." Now I ran the 100 and 200 meter races in high school. I passed the baton in the 4 x 100 relay. My time to shine lasted 14 seconds. I like things fast, but I need to realize that beating this takes time. I'm a quarter way through ... . Any other time in life, you never want to wish time away, but in this case November can't come quick enough. I mean, I'm going to enjoy every day no matter how much cancer crapness I'm dealing with. 

So I've decided to slow things down, coincide with the pace of my treatment and learn to focus on each moment rather than pushing to the next. 

Step 1: I went for a massage. This was fantastic and rejuvenating. The stress and fatigue of the week was melted away, though short lived, it was marvelous for the time that it lasted. I walked into the salon and was asked to fill out a "massage profile." In my pre-cancer life I would scan these type of forms checking "no" all the way down hardly paying attention to the medical conditions listed. I'll never be able to ignore "existing medical condition" questions. 
Please check all that apply: 
Are you here for stress? Check. 
Pain? Check. 
Injury or medical condition? Check. The Big "C" in fact. 
Recent surgery? Check. 
On any medications? Check. Check. Triple Check. 
But once the lavender wafted into my nostrils and the masseuse's hands started doing their magic, it was forgotten. My muscles felt fantastic and my mind at ease, but unfortunately, the pain did not go away and as my masseuse explained, the cancer pain is more sensory and bone pain, but that continued massage could help heal ... I will have no problem perusing this. 

Step 2: I took a yoga class tonight. This was also fantastic and rejuvenating. I called the studio that's just down the street from me in the Tariffville mill, The Zen Zone. This sounds like the zone I need to be in so I pulled the "cancer card" and got two free classes. Tonight I tried All-Levels Yoga, next I try Yogalaties "to see what works better for my body and soul at this time." I love this instructor already. Though I've only taken a random pilates class here and there, I instantly caught on and am instantly hooked. The candles were lit. The lights were dim. The music was gentle and tranquil. I breathed through stretch after stretch, lengthened my sore muscles and opened my creaky joints in the "happy baby," "basking frog," "warrior 1, 2 and 3," "extended child pose," "reverse swan dive" and "downward dog." The last 15 minutes were just breathing and meditation and I could literally feel the stress melting away as my body sunk into the mat. 

I brought it back to the heart center where I rediscovered my inner peace and balance. 

"Pedigree Dogs Exposed" to Air on Canadian TV



Pedigree Dogs Exposed, the documentary that rocked the dog world in Britain and Australia, is coming to CBC in Canada on Sunday, June 28, 2009 at 8 pm ET.

Spread the word!

Since the broadcast of this documentary in the U.K. last August, the British and Australian Kennel Clubs have announced a wholesale review of every pedigree dog breed.

Now comes word from the CBC that Canadian Kennel Club is also undertaking it's own review.

Progress! And more to come, I will wager.

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Where have I been...?


My trip "off to see the wizard" has turned into a journey.  I have begun my study of energy healing and have my certificate in level one of Matrix Energetics and Level One, Two and Three of Reiki.

I am loving this!  I have my loft set up to give energy work and they say that when you give Reiki, you get Reiki....which means that the more I work with the energy of Reiki and Matrix, the clearer my energy field becomes which is like tuning up a car so that it runs perfectly smoothly and fast.  

Like when I entered the artdoll world, the more I learn, the more I discover there is to learn and I am enjoying the challenge and the discovery.

And new inspirations and visions have come to me to create....I am over-flowing.....and it's all so very good.

Keep Being Awesome


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Undiggable Earths


This groundhog sette ran more than 6 feet deep through broken slates mixed with thick tree roots. This is a diggable earth, but one you do not want to tackle solo, as I was this day in the field. This is when you want a dog that will come out rather than force you to dig down to it.


If you dig very much, your dog will eventually enter a sette that, for one reason or another, is undiggable. Perhaps it is a fine-looking earth that, when shovel is put to soil, turns out to be a heap of roofing tin covered over with dirt -- or worse, a mound of steel-belted radial tires! I have had dogs enter settes that ran under huge pieces of broken iron sewage pipe that had been dumped into a ravine, as well as rock settes and massive hay bale stacks that were not going to be shifted without a backhoe.

Sometimes a sette is theoretically diggable, but you really would prefer not to. A 10-foot solo dig for a groundhog? Not if you can avoid it!

What do you do when your dog enters an earth that could only be dug if you were forced to chainsaw down the tree and prize out the roots?

Simple.

Stand back, far away, and sit down. Do not smoke, do not talk, and do not stand up. Do not sit near the sette -- you want to be so far back from the hole that the dog cannot hear you breathe or smell you. Do not shift your weight or bang your tools -- just sit and wait and watch the hole.

How long do you wait? That depends. Most dogs will come out between a half hour and an hour after they enter. What happens if they don't? You wait some more. Do not go back to the sette and do not call the dog.

Waiting is hard, especially if it's a green dog, or you are a green digger. There's a natural desire to do something -- to start digging, to call the dog, to shove a mirror and light down the hole, to walk around topside boxing for location, etc.

If you have really ascertained that the earth is undiggable, resist temptation.

Two or three hours may go by with the dog not coming out. The good news is that most dogs will exit on their own before this amount of time has passed. Be patient.

It is in these undiggable earths that small vocal dogs prove their worth, because these dogs are less likely to get stuck, are more likely to be able to turn around underground, and are less likely to shove dirt behind them that might "bottle them up" from behind.

If the dog is vocal, and you are quiet, you should be able to hear it bay when you are close to the sette (provided it does not have a mouth full of fur).

When the dog does appear, do not walk up to it, but instead turn your back, walk slowly away, and quietly call its name -- the dog will most likely follow. If it does not follow, and instead dives back into the hole, simply sit down and wait some more -- the dog will be out again, soon enough. Now you are simply in a waiting and training game.

An experienced dog will understand, in time, that you are a team and that if you are digging it has to hold ground, but if you are not digging for a long period of time it may be a signal to come out.

Dogs learn, provided we are consistent and give them lots of experience. It is on the experience end that most terrier owners fall down.

The Cull of the Wild


This book set out the tenets of wildlife management still in use today.


This post is reprinted from this blog circa June, 2005

Despite a three-fold increase in U.S. population since 1900, the U.S. now has more bear, cougar, buffalo, turkey, geese, duck, fox, raccoon, possum, alligator, groundhog, bald eagle, pronghorn, wolf, coyote, bobcat, and deer than at any time in the last 100 years. Beaver, turkey and river otter have been reintroduced into areas where they were wiped out, and wolf, elk and cougar are beginning to return to the east.

Though animal rights organizations decry sport hunting, the truth is that organizations such as Ducks Unlimited, the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation, Trout Unlimited, Pheasants Forever, Quail Unlimited, and the National Wild Turkey Federation are the backbone of true wildlife protection in the United States. These organizations, and their state and local affiliates, work to protect and improve habitat across the U.S., as well as fund wildlife reintroduction and research campaigns.

For their part, groups such as the Humane Society of the United States and People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) are little more than direct mail mills. Both organizations are entirely absent from all habitat protection efforts in the U.S., and neither organization runs even a single animal shelter in the U.S. despite the scores of millions of dollars they collect from the public. Instead these organizations send out millions of pieces of direct mail every year -- all of it highly emotional and designed to get suburban matrons to part with their "most generous gift of $10, $20 or even $50".

One of the perennial topics of animal rights direct mail campaigns is a push to outlaw trapping. Carefully staged photos and antique traps are used to pluck at the heartstrings, but donor beware! It should serve as a warning that blue-chip environmental organizations such as the National Audubon Society have sued the Humane Society (and won) in order to preserve the use of leghold traps as a wildlife management tool. All of the wolves now in the Yellowstone, for example, are routinely caught in leghold traps in order to inoculate them against rabies and distemper and to switch out the batteries on their radio-tracking collars. Modern leghold traps, properly set, are far more selective and less brutal than those that existed 100 or even 50 years ago -- a fact conveniently omitted from the direct mail literature of animal rights advocates.

Trapping for pelts in the U.S. is now largely independent of wildlife numbers -- when trapping numbers go down it is not because of a dip in the target species population, but because of a dip in pelt prices.

As of this writing, green (untanned) fox or raccoon pelts sell for between $8 and $12 dollars apiece -- not much considering the time and effort it takes to boil, dye and and wax a trap, set it out, check it daily, and skin and flesh the resulting catch.

That said, a surprising number of fox and raccoon are still trapped in the U.S. In the winter of 1999-2000, for example, when pelt prices were quite low, 29,739 fox were trapped in the state of Virginia (15,632 red fox and 14,107 Gray Fox), as well as 83,369 raccoon, 3,304 coyote, and 3,050 bobcat. In Pennsylvania that same year, 63,654 fox were taken (26,794 Gray fox and 36,860 red fox), as well as 107,407 raccoon, 9,508 coyote, and 58 bobcat.

For comparison purposes, the state of Virginia is 42,700 square miles in size, and Pennsylvania is 46,058 square miles in size as compared to England, which is 50,800 square miles and all of the UK which is 94,200 square miles in size.

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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Lifes a Beach











Lifes a beach is done in beautiful blues, pinks,greens, and of
course brown and white and every color in between.
Acrylic on 6x8 canvas panel.

To Satisfy Your Thirst While Digging on the Dogs

To satisfy your thirst while digging on the dogs, consider the terrific-looking SIG water bottle pictured at right. No "rescue markup" on this item, which is extruded from a single piece of aluminum, crack-resistant, and completely reusable and recyclable. A ground-breaking interior lining is 100% effective against leaching and combats residue build-up, so your SIGG Lifestyle Bottle is easy to clean and ensures that all you taste is the water, juice or the energy drink that you just poured into the bottle, even after its been sitting in the Sun!

Want to look hot (while staying cool)? How about our nice golf shirt, with all proceeds going to Jack Russell rescue?

Trying to stay warm? We have coffee mugs too, and hooded sweat shirts, with all proceeds going to Jack Russell rescue.

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What's It All About?


A recycled post from this blog, circa 2005


What is it about dogs?

There is no simple answer to such a simple question. Instead there are as many answers as there are people.

For most a dog is simply a happy greeter at the door that never asks too many questions. For this alone people spend enormous sums on food and veterinary care, forgiving stains on rugs and holes in gardens, hair on the couch and strange smells in the den.

For other people dogs are other things.

Some show ring enthusiasts love the competition, while others value the friendships that develop at ringside.

Agility and fly ball competitors love the speed of their sport, the cleverness of their dogs, and the challenge of cross-species communication and instruction.

For those of us with hunting dogs, the joy is going into field and forest with a companion that offers an entirely new way of looking at the world. For many of us it is a return to childhood, when we saw nature at a smaller level as we turned over rocks looking for fishing worms, or caught frogs and turtles by the pond, or climbed trees to steal a peak at a nest of doves.

Dogs give us us an excuse to venture back into thickets again, to jump from rock to rock down a stream, and to poke about in fields.

The process of hunting forces those of us that rush too fast through life to slow down and pay attention to detail. If we are going to get any good, we have to learn about wildlife and the land. We have to give the dog experience and gain some ourselves.

As dog and owner progress, they begin to work as a team and a kind of trust develops. The dog is seeing the world through the human's eyes, and the human is seeing the world through the dog's eyes. Both are looking at the world through a new set of glasses.

Nothing brings joy to an honest working dog so much as the work. I have only to pick up a shovel and put it into the truck to get my terriers bouncing off the driveway in anticipation. The genetic code explodes in them like a watch spring released from tension. The dogs know what shovels are about, and they can think of nothing but work until they are nearly too tired to stand at the end of the day.

I confess I do not understand people that buy well-built hunting dogs and then do not allow them to hunt. In my mind, owning a well-built working terrier and not working it is like owning a rare bottle of wine just to read the label. People do such things, but I do not understand it.

Each to their own, of course. Different strokes for different folks. God bless them all.

That said, if all a person wants is a house pet or a show dog, may I recommend a Shitzu or Pekingese, a West Highland White or even a Fox Terrier?

Leave the hunting dogs for the people willing to hunt them, and leave the good wines for the people willing to pop the cork.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Fetch










Fetch is an original acrylic painted on 6x8 canvas
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Supreme Court Greenlights Killing All Life in Lake


No more fish from Lower Slate Lake thanks to the Corps of Engineers.

Here's the short story: An Alaska-based gold mining company wanted to dump 4.5 million tons of heavy-metal-tainted tailings and slurry directly into Lower Slate Lake in Alaska's Tongass National Forest, knowing it would kill all life in that lake.

The Bush Administration's Army Corps of Engineers greenlighted that idea and issued a permit.

Now the U.S. Supreme Court has said killing all life in that lake is fine -- go right ahead. Read the complete story in The New York Times and the Alaska Daily News.

And what is to prevent the Army Corps of Engineers from greenlighting the dumping of toxins in lakes, stream and rivers near you? Not a damn thing!

And what has Sarah Palin, the Governor of Alaska to say about all this?

Up to her neck in ambition, babies, a pregnant teenager daughter, and various klepto-scandals, she none-the-less has the time to twitter that the Supreme Court decision was "good news on responsible development & great jobs for AK" and that the "Court's ruling a green light for responsible resource dvpmt," because it created 300 temporary jobs in her state.

Wow. Think about how many lakes, forests, streams, rivers, and mountains she would be willing to kill in order to create the 2.6 million jobs lost in the last year of the Bush Administration.


Lower Slate Lake is soon to be a stinking dead zone.
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The High Cost of Animal Rights Rhetoric


A recycled post from this blog circa February 2005.


What would happen if hunting and trapping were eliminated?

Well, your taxes would go up, for starters.
In addition, wildlife-car collisions would kill and injure many thousands of Americans every year.

The Potential Costs of Losing Hunting & Trapping was compiled by Southwick Associates for the International Association of Fish & Wildlife Agencies in Washington, D.C. Southwick calculates that if hunting and trapping were eliminated, wildlife-auto collisions would result in an additional 50,000 injuries per year and $3.8 billion in additional auto repair costs. Health care and disease control costs would jump by $12.45 billion just for rabies alone and homeowners would see an additional $972 million in damages to homes annually.

Hunters and trappers today provide their wildlife-control services for free to the taxpayer. In the absence of public hunting and trapping, the potential cost of government-run substitutes for hunting and trapping was estimated at $934.2 million to $9.3 billion to control whitetail deer, $132 million to $265 million to control fur-bearers, and $16 million to $32 million annually just to control beaver.

For the complete copy of this report, please visit the Southwick Associates website >> HERE and click on Free Reports and select The Potential Costs of Losing Hunting and Trapping as Wildlife Management Tools (bottom of page).
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Monday, June 22, 2009

Scout












Scout. Another picture I was not satisified
with. Painted for my nephew. Not for sale.

Sneaky Pains

Today was not a good day. I guess the steroids are out of the system and the chemo caught up with me, though I was able to extend the good days for longer this time around. 

The fatigue really started to set in yesterday. Morning was okay and we were able to go for a walk in-between squalls of this endless rain. But after cleaning the house a bit I was flat out. I curled up with a book and the dog and fell asleep just a few pages in for several hours, waking up in time for Father's Day at China Buffet--couldn't miss that!

But today was a whopper. It was very hard to get out of bed this morning, but I had an interview scheduled with a doctor for a story I am writing. Once I was up things were better. I got through the interview, wrote a story and ate breakfast, but by 2 p.m. the gas tank was empty. It's almost like I could feel my body imploding into itself. I couldn't stand up. Then I couldn't sit up. Then I couldn't focus on the computer screen anymore. It was time to sign off for the day. 

The evil flogging feelings are back. However, it's like being beaten from the inside, like your bones are aching outward ... very strange and totally debilitating. As it's been before, it's not a regular kind of tired either, it's a deep, deep fatigue that there is no recovery from without sleep. So I had to force myself to succumb and crawl back into bed, the only way to give my body what it needs. 

I just need to keep reminding myself that it's not the cancer that's winning, it's my body working incredibly hard to fight it that's knocking me down. 

A Rare Photo of Laika


A recycled post from this blog, circa this day in 2005

The above photo is a rare picture of the space-dog, Laika, in her space suit. Though often described as a "husky," Laika was, in fact, a 13-pound, smooth female fox terrier mix which had been a stray on the streets of Moscow. Females were chosen because they did not have to stand and lift their leg to urinate. Astronaut dogs were trained to stay very still for long periods of time (they spent 15-20 days at a time in small boxes) and to wear a pressurized suit and helmet.

"Laika" was launched into space in Sputnik 2 on November 3, 1957. Laika, whose real name was Kudryavka (Little Curly), was dubbed "Muttnik" by American newspapers.

Laika was the first living creature ever to be launched into earth orbit, and it was known that she would die in space, as there was no recovery method for true orbital flight in those days.

At the World Space Congress in Houston in November of 2003, Dimitri Malashenkov of the Institute for Biological problems in Moscow finally revealed that immediately after launch Laika's capsule reached speeds of nearly 18,000 miles per hour. As the pressure in the capsule increased, Laika's pulse rate increased to three times its normal level. Five to seven hours into the flight, no life signs were evident, and it is believed Laika died of over-heating, stress, and pressure. Sputnik 2 fell back to earth on April 14, 1958 -- four and a half months after leaving earth -- and burned up on re-entry.
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