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.
Con­tin­ue read­ing “Still Thing­ing; Date Night”