Rescue Remedy Update

Remember how I said I was going to buy Rescue Remedy? Well, I did. They had spray and drops. I almost bought the drops, but then they weren’t sure if I could tell how many drops I had in the dropper. Neither was I, so I wasn’t sure if I’d end up wasting more than I needed per squeeze. Maybe I should have got the drops. She does let me spray it in her mouth, which is pretty cool. They said to give two sprays each time I give it, so that’s what I do.

I already had an occasion to try it, and it sort of worked! She was still shaking and panting some, but she would at least listen to me, and she let me rub her belly, which was miles ahead of what she would do before. She wasn’t trying to seek shelter under things or magnetize herself to Steve. Maybe with a few more uses, it might get even better.

I’m still probably going to find some kind of fireworks/thunder storm sounds CD and see if I can try desensitizing her too, but this might do good things after all! Yea Rescue Remedy!

Hurt In a Car? Don’t Call Brian Loncar!

Woops. It’s never good when you’re a personal injury lawyer, your specialty is helping people with lawsuits to do with being hurt in car accidents, andyou cause one by not yielding to a fire-engine, and you’re the worst hurt. Hopefully Brian Loncar doesn’t try to sue himself, since he appears to be the negligent one. How funny, he has the word car in his name.

Was It A Winner?

I guess Ronald D. Wittenberg will never know because he was trying to scratch it off while walking down train tracks and…scratch scratch scratch…he never heard the horn blowing…scratch scratch scratch…from the train…scratch scratch scratch…as it blew for 45 seconds straight…scratch scratch scratch…as it came up from behind him…scratch scratch scratch…and got him!

They never mention whether the ticket was a winner. All we know is he doesn’t get to play again.

It’s A Legal Matter, Baby…Or Is It?

Here’s a quick note to girls everywhere. Don’t date Lance R. Stelzer. If you do, and then things go bad, he may sue you. If that’s not bad enough, in the discovery phase, he may ask for things like:

  • “Each and every page of your ‘journal’ which mentions, references, or contains name Lance R. Stelzer.”
  • “Copies of all photographs … which portray you dressed (fully or partially) in red negligee.”
  • “The full name and current address of your mother, sister, and new boyfriend’s mother.”
  • and erotic photographs and emails.

Is that even legal? I hope to hell not. It sucks that she left him when he was sick, but this guy sounds like a huge stalker!

The Most Successful Failure Ever

So, the moral of the story of William Topaz McGonagall is even if you suck heartily, and people throw rotten fruit at you as you recite your horrid poetry, keep going in your suckalicious fashion, because when you die, people will love you for your complete lack of self-doubt in the face of tons of proof of your sucktitude. We’re an odd bunch, us humans, aren’t we? Now that he’s dead, everyone’s fighting over where he’s from, and they have memorials to him.

I have no more words, but I can’t stop chuckling.

Does That Sound Good To You?

Since we’re heading out for some May long weekend food and drinks, I got thinking about two food commercials I’ve heard recently that make me want to hurl!

The first was Subway raving about their new pizzas. Mmm! Pizza! They tell you it’s topped right in front of me! Mmm! With whatever I want. Mmm! And ready in 90 seconds! Blech!

How can they say eat fresh after that? Maybe I misunderstand something, but that sounds like a nuked pizza to me. Has anyone tried one? Are they good? I’m curious.

The second commercial was for a Tim Hortons Brownie Ice-Cap supreme. I would think mmm, except I know how much the other Ice-Cap supremes already tend to have stuff settling to the bottom. Now imagine brown chunks settling to the bottom of your drink. Mmm. Slurp it up, baby. Then part of me wants to try one, insisting that it’s brownies after all, at which time another part of me slaps that part and calls it a fool. Oh boy, do I have multiple personalities?

Ok, I’ve got to stop thinking about bad food so I can eat some good stuff! Hope everyone’s having a good weekend, even though the weather took a crap.

Rescue Me!

Well, It’s the May long weekend again, and you know what that means, don’t you? Fireworks. And do you know what that translates to in Trixie-land? Puffpantpuffshivershivershakepuffpuffpuff. Last year, I noticed it, but some people told me once she was more bonded to me, she would feel less afraid. Well, nope. It’s weird. People started firing them off on Thursday night while we were out playing, and she didn’t seem super uber weirded out by them. She would walk away from the bangs, but not in an overly insane fashion. As a test, I harnessed her up and got her to walk me home. She did, even thinking enough to walk along the fense until we got to an opening, and then walking down the sidewalk instead of madly cutting across the grass to the building, which she tried to do last year. I thought woohoo! I think she’s better!

Then the next night when a few went off, she was a basketcase! She glued herself to Steve. I don’t get why she chose Steve. That’s just weird. Her ability to listen to me went straight to hell. She would barely do obedience no matter how many times I did it. She didn’t even care about her Wubba! What the? It’s her wubba! Eventually, I tied her down, and again, that was the only thing that worked.

So, tomorrow, I’m going on a walk to the health food store to pick up something called Rescue Remedy. It’s supposed to help people with anxiety and panic attacks and dogs with high anxiety or, ta da, fear of loud noises. Has anyone tried it with their dog? I’ve heard lots of good stuff, so I hope it works!

Now, Here are a couple things I’m confused about. It says there’s a Rescue Remedy and Rescue Remedy Pet version. It seems the only difference is the Pet version is alcohol-free. If there’s anyone out there who’s reading this and using it, is the pet version just as easy to find as the human version? And they say it can actually eliminate their fear of loud noises. How? They say in some cases, you should give it daily. But I don’t think my situation is one of those that call for that. I think I would just give it when there’s fireworks or thunder. Am I right?

Well, I’ll post how this whole thing goes. I’m sure tomorrow night, and the night after, I will have many an opportunity to try out Rescue Remedy! Wish me luck! I need to find a solution, because nothing I’ve tried works. Not music, not obedience, not distraction with toys, not even treats, not leaving her alone. The only thing that does is putting her on tie-down, but we can’t very well do that if we encounter a thunder storm or some goof setting off fireworks while we’re out somewhere. Bang! There goes another one! She’s tied down, but if she wasn’t, the panting would begin immediately.

Another Dog Becomes A Guide Dog!

Holy crap. It just hit me. Remember when I talked about Trixie’s raiser’s next puppy going into training? Well, today, she graduates! Yup, Marlene, Trixie’s raiser, can say she created another fine dog. You go, Betts, I hope you’re just as awesome as Trixie. You probably are, since you got a fine start. Hopefully the person who gets Betts will be far more articulate than I was on graduation day. I remember the staff talking about graduation and saying that we don’t have to make a speech, but you can if you want to. I was so tired I couldn’t think to prepare a speech. I thought the right words would come when the time came. Well, no, they didn’t. I’m sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights. I stammered, bit back tears, and tried to leave the stage too soon. Yeah, that looks good. I still can’t bear to watch myself on the DVD they sent home of the graduation.

I wish I could find Betts’s handler. It would be cool to have something in common. But then I think I am idealizing things, and if I did meet her, she might drive me insane. I just hope she keeps in touch with Marlene. She deserves as much. Go Betts! You rock!

On-Camera Meltdowns

If you’ve known me for any length of time or been following the blog for a while, you know that I love it when broadcasters flip out. And since I know some of you like this sort of thing too (how could you not?),
here’s a cool video montage of some pretty good ones.

It’s a nice mix of classics and new stuff, including Bill O’Reilly’s recent one and the Sue Simmons clip that Letterman has been playing the hell out of this week. And one of these should be familiar to longtime readers, see if you can pick out which one.

Note for JAWS users: To get the video to play, press the 0 button in the Flash movie.