Protect Your Dogs and Boycott Four Paws Products Ltd.

First, if you dog has a Pim­ple Ball With Bell (what an icky name!), take it back wher­ev­er you bought it and ask them to refund your mon­ey for the dan­ger­ous thing, and take the rest off the shelves.

After read­ing about the injuries at least four dogs have expe­ri­enced due to the absolute refusal of Four Paws Prod­ucts Ltd. to mod­i­fy or recall their prod­uct after being informed of these prob­lems. One dog had to be euth­a­nized.

The com­pa­ny and its insur­er (I wish I knew their name) have been irre­spon­si­ble, at the very least.

Please talk to pet stores in your area about remov­ing the “pim­ple ball with bell” from their shelves. Warn oth­er dog own­ers about the prob­lem. Con­sid­er talk­ing to your vet, so he or she can do the same.

Con­sid­er writ­ing to Four Paws, as well. E‑mail isn’t near­ly as effec­tive as a mailed or faxed let­ter, or even a (polite!) phone call.

I did­n’t find the name of any exec­u­tives on their web site, but will add that after I try call­ing tomor­row. Here’s the mail and phone infor­ma­tion:
50 Wire­less Blvd.
Haup­pauge, NY 11788
Phone: (631) 434‑1100
Fax: (631) 434‑1183

Their par­ent com­pa­ny is Cen­tral Gar­den & Pet Com­pa­ny. The pres­i­dent of the “Pet Group” is James V. Heim
Pres­i­dent of Pet Group
1340 Treat Boule­vard, Suite 600
Wal­nut Creek, Cal­li­for­nia 94597
Phone: (925) 948‑4000

I haven’t found a fax num­ber. Yet.

Sunday Night

Yes, I’m bor­ing. I hate try­ing to think of titles for posts.

The girl is off vis­it­ing, hav­ing left yes­ter­day after­noon. Her cat is fran­tic. He is very much attached to HER, not US. So when­ev­er she leaves the house, he goes nuts, gets ter­ri­bly anx­ious, and is cer­tain that she’ll nev­er, ever come back. He spends most of his time sit­ting in the front win­dows or sniff­ing under the front door, try­ing to detect her return.

Shel­ley nev­er freaked like that, but then Katie vis­it­ed Atlanta once a week pret­ty much every week from the time she was a few weeks old ’til they moved here with me. She knew the girl would always come back. And Shel­ley was with me for a year before Katie was born, and attached to both of us. Kioshi is just a one-per­son cat. I should make that a one-girl cat, as he isn’t big on males at all.

I read the first of Lau­ra Anne Gilman’s Retriev­er nov­els, Stay­ing Dead. Fun stuff, and I think many of you would enjoy it. Then I went on to Twi­light by Stephanie Mey­er. Katie was so excit­ed about it that I had to see what the big deal was. She fin­ished that huge suck­er in a day or so. I took a lit­tle longer, but then I was­n’t the one check­ing the library’s hold queue sev­er­al times a day.

I can see why the series is such a huge hit with some teenage girls, but I don’t think it will car­ry near­ly as much pop­u­lar­i­ty with any oth­er age group or males, peri­od. There’s too much “oh, I’m bad for you” angst­ing from the vam­pire (male roman­tic lead). Seriously–he beats David Bore­anz’s Angel all to pieces on the brood­ing, and that takes some doing.

The main char­ac­ter, Bel­la, is annoy­ing to me because she’s pret­ty damned use­less. She hon­est­ly can’t be trust­ed to walk down a hall­way with no obsta­cles with­out hurt­ing her­self. She’s not cre­ative or par­tic­u­lar­ly intel­li­gent, shows no par­tic­u­lar tal­ents of any sort–a beige per­son, in my mind. What’s there to like?

I took a break and read Curse The Dark (sec­ond of the Retriev­er series) before start­ing New Moon, but I did start it. And damn, it’s even more emo­tion­al­ly dra­mat­ic.

I’m not sure I’ll read the oth­er two books when­ev­er we get hold of them (I’m not sure the fourth is even out yet). I know that Katie will, though. The series isn’t writ­ten bad­ly, but I’m way out of the tar­get audi­ence.

Monday and R.I.P. George Carlin

I guess every­body has heard, by now, that we lost George Car­lin last night. I’ve seen many arti­cles about him today, but I think Susie Bright did the best job of catch­ing his spir­it.

Today was a very Mon­day-ish Mon­day. I’m grumpy and noth­ing feels right. The girl is off spend­ing time with my fam­i­ly, and I miss her. Kyoshi is utter­ly inconsolable–he’s actu­al­ly mak­ing lit­tle “meep­ing” nois­es fre­quent­ly. For a cat who is absolute­ly silent most of the time, that’s seri­ous. He’s real­ly a one-human cat. That may be part of the rea­son that I’m hav­ing ter­ri­ble kit­ten crav­ings. Of course, I want kit­tens most of the time, but it’s even more so late­ly. And I miss Kar­li, too.

School is over for a few weeks. Accord­ing to the school’s records, I only have two more semes­ters to go. I may need to take a break any­way, as I bare­ly fin­ished this semes­ter’s class­es.

On a hap­pi­er note, Sam made ham­burg­ers after he got home. It’s been a while since he cooked those, and they’re much bet­ter than fast food burg­ers. He’s work­ing on Heart of the Hunter and should have a new chap­ter post­ed some­time this week.

Poetry: Jane Kenyon

The Blue Bowl
by Jane Keny­on

Like prim­i­tives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-hand­ed
we scraped sand and grav­el
back into the hole.
                               They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feath­ers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.

We stood and brushed each oth­er off.
There are sor­rows keen­er than these.

Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
all night; now it clears, and a robin
bur­bles from a drip­ping bush
like the neigh­bor who means well
but always says the wrong thing.

Oth­er­wise: New & Select­ed Poems

Extreme Introvert Attack In Progress

Seri­ous­ly. I did­n’t even want to make a post, because it counts as inter­act­ing with the world. But hey, that’s the price of Blog365, right?

I remem­bered those “Writer’s Block” prompts on LJ, and decid­ed to try that as a starter. Who comes up with these things? One of them was about what you’d want to do with your favorite “super­star” if you were alone with him or her. What, are we all 12?

Katie and I had more run­ning around to do today, but it did­n’t hap­pen. I should have planned to have a flare, since we did. We had anoth­er appoint­ment sched­uled tomor­row, but it’s been post­poned. Yay.

I def­i­nite­ly need to find some­thing more uplift­ing to read than Lau­ra Lipp­man. There’s a fair amount of casu­al fat-bash­ing going on in her books. Very look­ist, all around.

Still Thinging; Date Night

I am, in fact, still keep­ing up with Thing-a-Day! I need to go post over there, though. I do wish I could auto­mat­i­cal­ly cross-post, but if wish­es were fish­es and all that.

I stitched tonight while Sam and I gamed. I also wrote for a while, ear­li­er. Sam and I have recent­ly begun par­tic­i­pat­ing in a forum that does a great job of encour­ag­ing intro­spec­tion, and being a safe place in which to express one­self. It’s a pow­er­ful thing, and I’m in awe of the peo­ple who cre­at­ed and run it.
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