Crankypantsing, Pets

Excitement

When I took Harriet for her last potty break last night, there were two fire trucks and four police cars in the street out front. I haven’t a clue what they were there for, but there were cops in our parking lot, talking to people.

I thought all the lights and noise would make Harriet tweaky, but she was all business and completely ignored the confusion. The only thing that got her attention was my neighbor’s dogs, who were off-leash in front of his apartment. They were between us and the dumpster, so we had to walk past them to throw Harriet’s “doggie bag” away. Leash your dogs, people!

Pets, Photography

Saturday Dogblogging

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Harriet went to the vet last week. She was due for her rabies vaccine, and I wanted to talk to the vet about her allergies and her butt lump (it’s started bugging her). Harriet was Very Good. No surprise, because she has always been good at the vet, no matter what horrible things they do to her. The new vet, after doing a fine needle aspiration of the lump, pronounced her “tough as nails.” Miss Brown may be melodramatic, but she’s also made of stern stuff.

On the allergy front, the vet recommended 50mg of Benadryl 3x/day (dogs require a much higher dose than we do). I’ve given her Benadryl in the past, but only 25mg once or twice a day. A higher dose does seem to be helping. I’m also trying a different food, because the vet agreed that Harriet’s allergies are largely food-related (if they were environmental, they’d go away or at least decrease in winter). So I picked up a bag of venison and sweet potato kibble and a few cans of the same formula, for treats. I figured that she’s never had venison, so she’s less likely to react to it. She’s had sweet potato, but the other limited ingredient foods at the pet supply shop both had potato in them, and she’s had that, too.

Aside from the food change, we’re going to keep her on Benadryl for three weeks. If that doesn’t work, the vet mentioned trying Zyrtec. We also talked about prednisone, which I’m really leery of. It would likely help with the allergies as well as hopefully shrink the tumor, but it’s magical tumor-shrinking powers are finite. That’s an avenue I don’t want to go down unless and until it’s absolutely necessary. My feeling is that, if the tumor truly needs to be dealt with, I want it removed. The vet was concerned about removal, though, because 1) Miss Brown ain’t got no fat on her butt, and 2) she is a 9 year old Boxer. She’s reluctant to put a Boxer of that age under unless it’s really, truly necessary. I agree, but I think it might be really, truly necessary.

So at this point, we’re waiting to see if lessening Harriet’s allergies will lessen the tumor’s irritation factor, and 2) for test results. The vet looked at the slide and saw a few cells she wasn’t comfortable with identifying, so she was going to have a colleague look at it. If her colleague can’t identify them, they’ll send it out. I’m going to call back on Monday, but the vet said to assume that no news was good news, so that’s what I’m doing.

I guess this is the kind of crap you go through when you own a Boxer. They are notoriously allergic, lumpy dogs. Thankfully, Harriet seems to have avoided the heart problems common in the breed (murmurs, SAS, and cardiomyopathy). Her teeth are beautiful, she’s not showing any signs of arthritis, no hip dysplasia, and she doesn’t suffer from any of the breathing problems that brachycephalic breeds sometimes experience.

In the meantime, Harriet is off all forms of people food, including her beloved peanut butter. Woe is Harriet!

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1. Assuming anything shows up one way or the other. My understanding is that FNAC is not necessarily a good diagnostic tool for determining that a fatty tumor is, indeed, just a fatty tumor. And it’s probably a moot point, anyway, since my opinion is that the stupid lump needs to be removed, regardless.

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Spa Day Nap

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Harriet was past due for a bath, so she had one this morning. She’s not a fan of water, but she’s very good in the tub, especially if you prime her with peanut butter. Afterward, she had the zoomies, then decided it was time for a nap. Baths are apparently hard work.

I also picked up a new pair of nail clippers this afternoon. Hers were old and dull, and though I could get replacement blades, they were also getting loose. The new ones are heavy duty and easy to grip. Like baths, she’s not fond of mani-pedis, but puts up with them more or less gracefully. Again, peanut butter helps. I usually set the PB jar on the coffee table, so that she knows a treat is forthcoming. If she’s good.

Genealogy, Pets, Photography

Little Things

It’s nice to have crazillions of databases searchable from one interface (Ancestry.com). It’s easy to forget that not everything tha\’s available online is accessible through Ancestry, though, even when the state/county in question has opened their databases to Ancestry. Things slip through the cracks.

I looked and looked and looked and could find no marriage records for Henry Meineke and Mary Shoemaker. I found birth records for their children, which listed Mary’s maiden name, but no marriage record. It occurred to me, though, to see if Illinois had their vital records online. And they do. And look at what I found!

MEINECKE, HEINRICH–SHUMAKER, MARIA ANNA–1894-08-23 00K/0070 00010815 MC LEAN

I don’t know why they were married in McLean County[1], but that’s definitely my grandfather’s paternal grandparents. And interestingly, though the Minnesota birth index lists her as Mary Shoemaker, grandpa spelled her name Shumaker, which seems to be the way she spelled it at the time of her marriage. Also, I now have a middle name and a known variant spelling of her first name. Since I have not been able to trace her parentage, this could be helpful. Or not, as it’s a common name. But it’s a new clue, and those are always exciting.

It also narrows down her possible emigration date, as she supposedly came over not long before marrying. Another clue.

And, because I have nothing topical to illustrate this post with, I shall include some random Harriet cuteness.

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She is of German extraction, at least!

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1. Actually, this is clue number 3. There’s a gap between the 1870 census (the first one that Henry shows up in, as his family arrived in the US in 1869), which puts them in Tazewell County IL, and the 1900 census, which puts them in Wright County IA. The 1890 census is useless, as most of it was destroyed in a fire. But what about 1880? I can’t find Henry, his parents, or any of his siblings in the 1880 census.

Now I can at least look for him in McLean County IL. And, I’ve got reason to believe that not all of them stayed in Tazewell County. Maybe even none of them. There are several possible candidates in the Illinois Death Index. I also need to take anther look at the Illinois voter records, because I may have enough information to start weeding down those “possibles,” too.

Unfortunately, it’s possible that the whole family was somehow missed during 1880 census. It happens.

Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Useless

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I think, by now, the entire world knows that Harriet is useless. This morning, there was a knock on my door. Harriet ignored it. When I answered it, there were two Jehovah’s Witnesses on my doorstep, waiting to ask me if I’d ever really thought about the significance of the story of Noah and The Flood. I have a feeling that any time of day would be too early to have that particular discussion, so I told them I’m Catholic and that I’d pray for them.

Anyway, Harriet. She’s useless. The least she could have done is bark a couple of times to scare them away, but nooooooo, she was too busy getting her beauty rest.

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Harriet’s New Duds

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I’m don’t often buy Harriet new leashes or collars. She wore the same flat leather buckle collar for seven years, and would still be wearing it if the stitching hadn’t come loose. In the last year or so, I’ve bought her a few flat nylon collars (cammo, purple, and green), and she’s got a couple of martingale collars for leash walks.

I had a cat sitting job last week, though, and spent some of the money from that on a new collar for Harriet. I really like the color, as well as the braiding. She’s got an odd sized neck, so it 16″ collars are a little tight and 20″ collars are a little too long. This one is, a la Goldilocks, “just right.” And because of the braiding, I don’t have to worry about there not being enough holes.