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Showing posts with label Pets Working. Show all posts

18 October, 2012

Freakin' Aints

This morning, just past 5:25 AM, as I do most mornings, I went out onto the back porch to 'suit-up' the 'walking' doggies (there's always a 'stay-home' doggie).

By 'suit-up' I mean get the dog's packs on them and hook the dogs up to their leashes so we can begin our trek into town to check the mail (if the post office was open the previous day). It also entails a stop at the market if we need to get fruit, veggies, or bones, or perhaps the Mennonite vendors who set up shop on 6th Avenue (to avoid paying for a stall in the market proper, or the Mexican bakery outlet, or Vivi's Meat Pies, or the taco stand in front of Gomez' Cemento Maya.

This is not your normal fun-time walkies that 'pet' dogs enjoy. This is a working dog's walk. They have to earn their keep by carrying some or all of the above pretty much every day. It's a dog's life, I'll tell ya.

Except for this morning. As I stepped out onto the back porch, I was immediately attacked by a horde of small, angry ants, who were determined that I was not going to advance any further onto the porch, which they were claiming as their territory. The fact that the dogs have their beds there, their food bowls, and a good selection of already gnawed bones apparently didn't enter into the discussion.

In fact, it was the bones that were the 'bone of contention' you might say. The ants had decided that there was still plenty of good stuff to be gotten off of those bones and they were defending to the death their fellows who were actively trying to carry off all of the bones on the porch.

I immediately dropped the packs and leashes on the driveway. This is after I had leaped and jumped around for a bit on the porch itself, and down the stairs to the driveway, trying to figure out just what the hell was attacking me.

I ran around to the front porch to see how far they may have gotten into the house. I knew by now it wasn't army ants (they're usually not this aggressive). Dianna had heard me yelping and had come into the kitchen and was looking to see if she could see the ants. There were a few in the kitchen, but mostly, they were still confined to the back porch.

Dianna handed me a can of Bop bug spray (we either use Bop or Baygone which I call 'Be Gone'), which I promptly started to off the little buggers with abandon. I sprayed the blankets, the floor, and then it was about this time that I actually saw that they were really interested in the bones and not much else. I grabbed the small trash can by Dianna's herb nursery on the porch and began pitching bones into to it. The idea being that I was going to collect all the bones and dispose of them out at the trash bin - which is exactly what I did.

Needless to say, that by this time, a morning walk for the girls was out of the question. Surprisingly enough, the ant bites only resulted in some minor itching and no serious hard little blisters like the wee wee ants seem to be able to dispense easily. In fact, after about 10 minutes or so, even the itching went away.

We continued with the 'Bop' extermination program for a few more minutes. I threw the dog's packs, leashes and blankets down the stairs to the driveway with the intention of washing all of it to sort of, have a clean start.

Once I bagged up the bones and pitched them into the trash bin, it seems that the event wound down. The ants quickly diminished in number and life soon returned to normal with the exception that there was no walk this morning. But everyone will have clean beds, packs, and leashes to start the day tomorrow. We're all looking forward to that adventure.

Here's the latest on our breaking story about the ants. I was wrong about not having much reaction to the ant bites - it just took time, like several hours for the bite blisters to show up.

And man, did they nail me. As you can see below, my feet really got hit. This is, by far, the most number of ant bites I have received at any one time in the more than five years that we've been here.
8 on the Left Foot 10 on the Right
I got about the same number on my right hand. My left hand only got about 3 or 4.
Only 10 Bites On My Right Hand
What's just strange with these things is that they tend to take weeks to completely heal up. In fact, sometimes, the scars stay for much longer. I have three dark scars on my right foot from ant bites I got about eight or nine months ago.

The bites themselves aren't painful. Oh sure, the initial bite when the little bugger is nailing hurts quite sharply, but once you knock them off, that goes away. Then you usually have some relatively minor itching, and in this latest, as I said, it was several hours till the bite results showed up in the form of a small blister that forms a really hard central nub. Once the blister forms, the itching seems to go away, which is some relief.

Probably not the best medical practice, but there is a certain satisfaction in breaking the little blisters. Then you just deal with the nub forever and a day. Sometimes the little blisters break all by themselves with no assistance from yourself. Nothing that time and patience can't heal.

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02 August, 2008

Corozal Men's Group and Other Stuff

It's been a few days since I've made an entry. I was, uh, busy. Yeh, that's it, busy. You know, retired life can be so hectic at times.

Miss Blue, our little kitty who retired from JLARC (http://www.leg.wa.gov/JLARC/) at Olympia, frequently tells us just how busy she is, what with her schedule of naps and snacks. Here's a picture of her telling us just how overworked she is.
Blue, Telling the World
As an example of my busy schedule, I had to attend a working meeting of the Corozal Men's Group today. It was held over at Jim and Melanie's house.

Jim's dog, Polly, an elderly little thing likes to kibitz with the guys during our meetings. Here she is doing just that.
Polly, Letting Us Know What's What
A couple of meetings ago, we voted to acquire a chaplain for the group. A non-denominational, easy-going minister, was what we had in mind. One of our members, Nigel Markey, was just that. In fact, it was his suggestion/request that he be designated as the Chaplain of the Corozal Men's Group. We voted, and there we are. We have a chaplain.

He holds chapel services, Sundays, at his small chapel in his back garden at his house. He has had some big names drop by now and again to help with the Sunday School presentations. This picture shows Noah teaching the youngsters all about the ark and the many problems encountered with that. What with elephants trying to get through the door side-by-side, and other near disasters. Noah - all right, it's really Nigel - is an entertaining instructor.
Noah Telling Kids About the Arc
I think this photo was taken by Noah's or Nigel's wife, Jennie. If I'm wrong, I'll change it as soon as I find out.

So, to show just how hard the Corozal Men's Group works, I've included a few photos of us in session. Today's meeting was also at Jim's house. We held the meeting on his patio beside the pool.
Some of The CMG Members Hard At Work
More CMG Members Hard At Work
Dave Working His Camera Phone At The Meeting