Taiwanese Street Dogs and Playing A Commie

Boring update.

Spent the better part of this week helping a friend catch the dog she adopted from the PetExpo last weekend. The rescue group was big heart, little experience, apparently: they neglected to warn her that the dog was an expert "bolter". They were careful, but when the door was cracked, the dog shot out like a cannon-- into the streets of Van Nuys. Did I mention that this dog was from Taiwan? Not only that, but an experienced Taiwanese street dog that they only captured because her leg had been crushed by a car. And yes, the dog only understood Taiwanese (not even sure what Chinese dialect it was!). Oy.

Happy News: the rescue organization gets full marks for dedication, though: they are located in Claremont and still managed to come out almost every night for hours to help search. They -finally- found the dog (after over four days of sightings and misses) and the fosterer who it knew was able to calm the dog and get her to come to the fosterer. There was much happiness.

The rest of the week was organizing projects for work, getting the dogs enrichment and setting more tech up.

Today I get to play a Communist Chinese soldier and shoot a gun and, in turn, get shot. Good times.

(Hmmm...this post has an unintentional Chinese bent to it.)

Possibly later: Sucker Punch. Tomorrow: Easter and resisting the addictive lure of Easter candy.

On-going: reading posts about Norwescon and enjoying the convention vicariously through them.

PS: the dogs LOVE Easter Sunday walks-- they find all the eggs the kids missed. Yum.

EDIT: here's a picture of Din-Din, taken at the PetExpo



She's about Apache-sized, but skinnier.

Taiwanese Street Dogs and Playing A Commie

Boring update.

Spent the better part of this week helping a friend catch the dog she adopted from the PetExpo last weekend. The rescue group was big heart, little experience, apparently: they neglected to warn her that the dog was an expert "bolter". They were careful, but when the door was cracked, the dog shot out like a cannon-- into the streets of Van Nuys. Did I mention that this dog was from Taiwan? Not only that, but an experienced Taiwanese street dog that they only captured because her leg had been crushed by a car. And yes, the dog only understood Taiwanese (not even sure what Chinese dialect it was!). Oy.

Happy News: the rescue organization gets full marks for dedication, though: they are located in Claremont and still managed to come out almost every night for hours to help search. They -finally- found the dog (after over four days of sightings and misses) and the fosterer who it knew was able to calm the dog and get her to come to the fosterer. There was much happiness.

The rest of the week was organizing projects for work, getting the dogs enrichment and setting more tech up.

Today I get to play a Communist Chinese soldier and shoot a gun and, in turn, get shot. Good times.

(Hmmm...this post has an unintentional Chinese bent to it.)

Possibly later: Sucker Punch. Tomorrow: Easter and resisting the addictive lure of Easter candy.

On-going: reading posts about Norwescon and enjoying the convention vicariously through them.

PS: the dogs LOVE Easter Sunday walks-- they find all the eggs the kids missed. Yum.

EDIT: here's a picture of Din-Din, taken at the PetExpo



She's about Apache-sized, but skinnier.

Taiwanese Street Dogs and Playing A Commie

Boring update.

Spent the better part of this week helping a friend catch the dog she adopted from the PetExpo last weekend. The rescue group was big heart, little experience, apparently: they neglected to warn her that the dog was an expert "bolter". They were careful, but when the door was cracked, the dog shot out like a cannon-- into the streets of Van Nuys. Did I mention that this dog was from Taiwan? Not only that, but an experienced Taiwanese street dog that they only captured because her leg had been crushed by a car. And yes, the dog only understood Taiwanese (not even sure what Chinese dialect it was!). Oy.

Happy News: the rescue organization gets full marks for dedication, though: they are located in Claremont and still managed to come out almost every night for hours to help search. They -finally- found the dog (after over four days of sightings and misses) and the fosterer who it knew was able to calm the dog and get her to come to the fosterer. There was much happiness.

The rest of the week was organizing projects for work, getting the dogs enrichment and setting more tech up.

Today I get to play a Communist Chinese soldier and shoot a gun and, in turn, get shot. Good times.

(Hmmm...this post has an unintentional Chinese bent to it.)

Possibly later: Sucker Punch. Tomorrow: Easter and resisting the addictive lure of Easter candy.

On-going: reading posts about Norwescon and enjoying the convention vicariously through them.

PS: the dogs LOVE Easter Sunday walks-- they find all the eggs the kids missed. Yum.

EDIT: here's a picture of Din-Din, taken at the PetExpo



She's about Apache-sized, but skinnier.