I love my fosters, including Marshall, who was selected with three other dogs from the Humane Society of the North Bay to be transported to Oregon. They are going to be rehomed by Waggin’ Trails Rescue. He’s a young, healthy boy and has been through a lot with some back and forth to the shelter, but he deserves a permanent home and will make some family very happy for many years to come. It was hard to drop him off this morning, but it makes room for another homeless dog to be accepted in our foster system who might not be as adoptable. I will be watching to see what happens to Marshall, Mabelle, Betsy, and Bandit!
Since the roof went up, another major step has begun. The actual SIDING of the house has started to go up. The whole house will be painted to match the siding that survived the fire, of course, but this was one of the major steps I was waiting for. I still feel like there is so much damn work to be done and I don’t think I’ll be in before the holidays, which has made me extremely upset. It’s not so much that there’s anything sacrosanct about the holidays to me, but I know that moment will come to a crawl at that time of year, so I wanted it the fuck over with. Days like today, despite the progress, are really melancholy for me and I can’t believe I’m still stuck in this situation like a pawn. This project should NEVER have taken two years, and January 18 will be the two-year mark since the worst day of my life.
We thought the floors were being installed, but it looks like some of the pieces of the subflooring were just being replaced. What’s staged in the garage might be flooring or more siding. It’s hard to tell.
Here are different perspectives of five dogs (including Bonnie, Snoopy, and fosters Marshall, Millie, and Lana) cuddling on the couch, including Marshall scratching his own nose while squeezing between Bonnie and me.
Apparently some wiring was going on in the area of the rental house. I didn’t use any filters, but for some reason, one of these images came out with this orange sky. It’s NOT the reality of orange skies we have had some years from wildfires, thankfully, but rather some lighting anomaly that happens once in a while.
At the shelter I saw a quivering senior whose microchip says she is well over 12 years old in a crate. She was very sweet and will likely get transferred to Muttville, so I offered to take her home and give her a quieter place to rest until such time as she will hopefully be accepted there. Lana’s former guardians either didn’t want her or something happened to them. I was SHOCKED at how similar she looks to our foster Marshall. I literally would not be surprised if she is his grandmother or great-great-great-grandmother, possibly.
This is what happens when Shea doesn’t wake up on time. The troops run in to wake him up when they get the zoomies after I feed them.
I love the picture, which appears like Bonnie is looking out at the water. She’s, of course, smelling it and enjoying the light breeze. She’s so amazing off-leash. She just follows my voice and takes her time wandering around and enjoying sniffing.
Video progression of dogs readied for a walk and then the walk in nearby Glen Cove Waterfront, which is one of my favorite parts of the region, and just steps away from my home. I’m going to miss foster dog Marshall, who is among these three foster dogs and our own Snoopy and Bonnie. Marshall’s going on an adventure to be permanently adopted in the Northwest on Tuesday, thanks to a new rescue partner we encountered at HSNB!
As volunteer Co-Chair of Tobacco Free Solano I was glad to be able to attend the hybrid meeting in person, although I regretted that it was the same night as National Night Out and didn’t make it to that in Vallejo. I did speak a few times from the podium and I’ll be back to do the opening speech in November at another meeting. I’m glad to see that our accomplishments in Vallejo and previously Benicia are spreading to the rest of the county!
Being careful not to show the kids, we took fosters Millie and Lana with us to Saint Dominic Catholic School in Benicia for the Saint Francis of Assisi Blessing of the Animals. Linda and I went last year with our dear friend Carlene and her Mister Wiggles. They were missed, but Millie and Lana were good ambassadors for the Humane Society of the North Bay. We’re very grateful for the school’s continued support of our local shelter here in Vallejo.
A friend of mine was disappointed by the excessive promotion of smoking in Sam Smith’s promotional video for his residency at the Castro Theater when it reopens. His online complaints raised some interest and then a staff writer for the San Francisco Chronicle was also referred to me for comment.
My other comments to my friend about the video were:
Thanks for sharing this unfortunate tobacco advertisement dressed up as a cover from Sam Smith. My comments on the Youtube page pointing out the product placement were immediately removed. I seem to have hit a nerve when I pointed out that Sam Smith would never jeopardize his own voice with the poison of commercial tobacco, but he has no problem depicting all these queers in the Castro harming themselves and normalizing it to help Big Tobacco kill as many of us prematurely as possible. QUEER LIVES ARE NOT CHEAP!
