CyncySpyder
Teddys favorite human
Teddy, did you see that *!@#% just cut us off!?!?!?!
:2thumbs:Bark at him buddy :thumbup:
:yes:Oh we gotta have the lasers:yes:
:2thumbs:Bark at him buddy :thumbup:
:yes:Oh we gotta have the lasers:yes:
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Dave & Teddy's Most Excellent Adventures 2012
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SpydermanCT
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Dave I was thinking about using that smoked square vent mounted over Teddy with the ram mounts as you had suggested ?? Maybe make a wood frame inside it to mount the ram mount balls and attach that to the backrest and the top of the trunk??
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Padre Spyder
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ANOTHER POSSIBLE SOLUTION
Some time ago, someone suggested the "Chillybuddy" cooling vest. I purchased one for Jenny and it does an excellent job in protecting her skin and helps to keep her cool. The reflective material keeps her from getting sun damage but the cooling feature is only good for about an hour.
I have just ordered a cooling jacket from "Keepdoggiesafe.com", which should protect her skin and is supposed to last 5 to 10 hrs of cooling. I would think either of these could take care of Teddy's sun problem as well as keep him cool.:dontknow:
We are spending the summer in Cincinatti at the County Campground at Steamboat & Nine Mile Rd. so hopefully we will ride with your group while we are there. We'll be at Steamboat 7/1 for three months, look forward to seeing you and Teddy again.:clap::clap:
Some time ago, someone suggested the "Chillybuddy" cooling vest. I purchased one for Jenny and it does an excellent job in protecting her skin and helps to keep her cool. The reflective material keeps her from getting sun damage but the cooling feature is only good for about an hour.
I have just ordered a cooling jacket from "Keepdoggiesafe.com", which should protect her skin and is supposed to last 5 to 10 hrs of cooling. I would think either of these could take care of Teddy's sun problem as well as keep him cool.:dontknow:
We are spending the summer in Cincinatti at the County Campground at Steamboat & Nine Mile Rd. so hopefully we will ride with your group while we are there. We'll be at Steamboat 7/1 for three months, look forward to seeing you and Teddy again.:clap::clap:
CyncySpyder
Teddys favorite human
SpyderLovers are the Bestest - Thanks y'all
Oh, gotcha, my mistake. I have most the materials now for the Wind-shield mod, & just ordered the rest of the RAM Mounts that I think I'll need, so we'll give this a try first & if it doesn't work out, we'll definately look into your suggestion further, thanks again :thumbup: Oh, BTW, Teddy sends Leah some lick'ns
Thanks so much for the tips, we'll definately be looking into these as well. I also sent you a PM with my cell #, if you need any info about the local area or anything else, please don't hesitate to call. And once you get in, we'll definately be more than happy to show you around :2thumbs:
CyncySpyder
Teddys favorite human
Too much talk, and not enough visual stimulation* Here's latest pics of The Tedster
This last fill up, we only averaged 22.3 MPGs
But thats cause we were having fun tear'n up the twisties
We stopped by the Cincy Riverfront & found some cool shade
Under one of the bridges going over the Ohio river leading into KY
Teddy even had the kids dancing all around- Good Times
This last fill up, we only averaged 22.3 MPGsBut thats cause we were having fun tear'n up the twistiesWe stopped by the Cincy Riverfront & found some cool shadeUnder one of the bridges going over the Ohio river leading into KYTeddy even had the kids dancing all around- Good Times
CyncySpyder
Teddys favorite human
I'm not a violent man, but I'd like nothing more than to B*tchSlap the designer
Have I said how much I :firstplace:LOVE:firstplace: Teds Red Sled lately:hun: I hardly got any sleep last night as we were deludged with thunderstorms overnight. Wish I could find the architect that designed my condo & invite him/her to spend the night in the Master Bedroom while we're experencing one of these thunderstorms & then see if they would still think its a good idea to place not only one, but two skylights directly over the bed:gaah: Hard rain, and it sounds like someones constantly knocking at the door, less alone the thunder clacks and then the stimulation from the lightning strikes:gaah: and yes, I have one of those sleeping masks & also earplugs, but they only help so much:banghead: Just a bad design, in my opinion. :banghead:
Have I said how much I :firstplace:LOVE:firstplace: Teds Red Sled lately:hun: I hardly got any sleep last night as we were deludged with thunderstorms overnight. Wish I could find the architect that designed my condo & invite him/her to spend the night in the Master Bedroom while we're experencing one of these thunderstorms & then see if they would still think its a good idea to place not only one, but two skylights directly over the bed:gaah: Hard rain, and it sounds like someones constantly knocking at the door, less alone the thunder clacks and then the stimulation from the lightning strikes:gaah: and yes, I have one of those sleeping masks & also earplugs, but they only help so much:banghead: Just a bad design, in my opinion. :banghead:
coz
Active member
life is rough dave
life is rough living in a riverfront condo with fantastic views, and skylights in the master bedroom. that must really suck.:roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack: did i mention the hot blonde neighbors ?:yikes::yikes::yikes::clap::clap: try not to get too STIMULATED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
life is rough living in a riverfront condo with fantastic views, and skylights in the master bedroom. that must really suck.:roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack: did i mention the hot blonde neighbors ?:yikes::yikes::yikes::clap::clap: try not to get too STIMULATED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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PAPA G
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CyncySpyder
Teddys favorite human
You know, usually perception & reality are two different things
"I used to complain about not having shoes, til I met a man who had no feet"
Thanks for keep'n it real Coz
But as Coz pointed out, I'm just bitch'n & life could be much much worse:lecturef_smilie:
"I used to complain about not having shoes, til I met a man who had no feet"
Thanks for keep'n it real Coz
Good idea :thumbup: but seeing as its a condo & I need to think of resale value, instead of paint, I used removable non-transparent adhesive cabinet liners & it does block out most of the light. Came up with that idea when I was working midnights, and trying to sleep from 11am-6pm:shocked: wasn't happen'n with two skylights of sun shining down on us, that's for sure:sour: But even with most the light blocked out, we still get all the loud sound of the heavy rain directly overhead durring thunderstorms, and even with ear plugs in its still :gaah:
But as Coz pointed out, I'm just bitch'n & life could be much much worse:lecturef_smilie:
CyncySpyder
Teddys favorite human
A long story about a short tail - The True Lyfe story of how Teddy came to be
I was thinking to myself the other day, "You know, alot of people here on SpyderLovers like to follow along with Teddy's adventures, but I don't think I've ever told the story of how Teddy came to be the lil Spyder Ryde'n Star that he is today."
So, I thought I'd share the story of an unlikely runt who nobody wanted, turned out to be the best companion a lonely man could have ever dreamed of having, not mention all the smiles & joy he brings to the masses that he comes into contact with on a daily basis.
Fair warning though, this will most probably be a rather long read, so here goes.
Back in 2006, I found myself in a precarious position in life, some would consider overwhelming even. I was divorced, had moved from Florida back to Northern Kentucky, switched jobs after 13 years with the same company, had helped my mother (whom I cared for my entire life) bring her life here as we know it to completion and found myself lost with all the newly aquired freedom that I had never known before, without having someone to take care of 24/7.
I figured it was my time to do what I wanted for the first time in my adult life, so I moved from a stuffy skyrise apartment on the 20th floor, to a 2 apartment house in the party district of Mainstrasse Villiage here in Covington Kentucky. There's bars on every corner (even tho I rarely drink) and I was in the heart of all the action. It was just me, my pet chinchilla Louie (named after my mom, Louise) and my shaded silver Persian cat named Skooter. This was the first time in my life that I had no one else to care for, to answer to or be responsible for, almost like I got to actually be a teenager for the first time, just as a 37 year old adult. This begat what I would call an experimental/party stage in my life. For the most part, life was good and for the next 2 years, I partied alot & learned alot about myself, relationships, people & life in general.
But as with anything, all good things must come to an end, and for me, that was a very abrupt end. In Feb. of 2008, my neighbor that lived downstairs was banging loudly on my door at 4:30 in the morning and yelling. Nothing like a person yelling FIRE to get your attention. I jumped out of bed, threw on a hoody & pair of socks & ran down stairs in my boxers to see what all the comotion was about. My neighbor was at my door & told me, "Dave, you gotta get out, my place is on fire, the whole thing is gonna go!!!" OH SH*T!!! I looked inside his doorway, but couldn't see anything besides smoke & flames. I ran back inside my place, dumped out a waste paper basket by my desk, and grabbed Louie and put him in it, with a towel hanging over the top so he couldn't escape. Next I went looking for Skooter, but with all the comotion, and now smoke was filling my apartment, I couldn't find him anywhere. The smoke started getting so thick, I had to hit the floor & realized I had no more time to look, and had to just escape with the clothes on my back & Louie in a basket. I ran down the stairs & made it out just in time, before the flames started taking over the doorway to my apartment.
So there I stood out in the street, in 30 degree temps. & what became the last heavy snowfall of the season, in nothing but a hoodie, boxers & socks, holding my trash can with Louie inside, my car keys, cell phone & wallet. That was pretty much every thing I escaped with, everything left of my life up to that point in time. Very sobbering moment to say the least as I stood there with my neighbor & we both just stared at the house we called a home, filling with smoke & flames, nothing we could do but watch as it burned.
Soon the firetrucks arrived & I asked if they wanted me to move my car from the driveway, so they'd have better access & was told there was no time for that. "Just get in it, turn it on, & put the heat on so you don't freeze. Anyone else in the house?" I replied, "No, just my cat, Skooter, I couldn't find him." He said they would look. So I did as instructed & got in my car. Next thing I know, they are up stairs in my apartment, & I see/hear my leather desk chair come smashing through the living room window, followed by thick streams of black smoke & then, much of the glass falling through the balcony slats & landing on top of my car, UGH, come on, this is the last thing I got left, I thought to myself.
As I sat there with Louie, uncontrollably shivering, guilt overtook me. My thoughts turned to what Skooter must have been going through, cause I couldn't find him in time. I was hoping that the smoke would have just quickly ended his life, and that he didn't have to suffer through actually been burned to death, what a horrible way to go.
I tried to get my mind off that, so I called my best friend Doug, as I knew he'd be headed in to work at that time, and to ask him to tell my boss that I wouldn't be in that day. When I told him why, he immediately turned around & brought me a coat that he had in his SUV & to provide moral support.
About 30 minutes later, the fireman had it under control and they told us (neighbor & I) that they called the Red Cross for us, cause the interrior of the house was a total loss, and there was no way anything (Skooter) could have lived through it and that we could not live in there either.
Soon after, the Red Cross truck showed up, & gave us both (neighbor & I) sweatshirts & sweatpants to wear & a $200 debit card that we could use for a hotel, food clothing whatever we needed. I felt guilty in accepting the card, as I had a good job & made decent money & when I told this to the volunteer he asked if I donated to the United Way, to which I replied, "Yup, have $2 taken out of my check every week for it, why?" I asked. He replied, "We're partly funded by the United Way, so just look at this as a return on your investment." Wise man he was & I thanked him.
About an hour later, the fireman told my neighbor & I that they'd done everything they could do and that it was safe for us to go back in, to check for anything salviagable, and that unfortunatly they couldn't find Skooter.
My best friend & I went in & both our jaws dropped at the devistation before us. The paint had actually boiled off the walls & everything was charcoal black from soot & still dripping from all the water it took to put out the flames.
TBC.....................................
I was thinking to myself the other day, "You know, alot of people here on SpyderLovers like to follow along with Teddy's adventures, but I don't think I've ever told the story of how Teddy came to be the lil Spyder Ryde'n Star that he is today."
So, I thought I'd share the story of an unlikely runt who nobody wanted, turned out to be the best companion a lonely man could have ever dreamed of having, not mention all the smiles & joy he brings to the masses that he comes into contact with on a daily basis.
Fair warning though, this will most probably be a rather long read, so here goes.
Back in 2006, I found myself in a precarious position in life, some would consider overwhelming even. I was divorced, had moved from Florida back to Northern Kentucky, switched jobs after 13 years with the same company, had helped my mother (whom I cared for my entire life) bring her life here as we know it to completion and found myself lost with all the newly aquired freedom that I had never known before, without having someone to take care of 24/7.
I figured it was my time to do what I wanted for the first time in my adult life, so I moved from a stuffy skyrise apartment on the 20th floor, to a 2 apartment house in the party district of Mainstrasse Villiage here in Covington Kentucky. There's bars on every corner (even tho I rarely drink) and I was in the heart of all the action. It was just me, my pet chinchilla Louie (named after my mom, Louise) and my shaded silver Persian cat named Skooter. This was the first time in my life that I had no one else to care for, to answer to or be responsible for, almost like I got to actually be a teenager for the first time, just as a 37 year old adult. This begat what I would call an experimental/party stage in my life. For the most part, life was good and for the next 2 years, I partied alot & learned alot about myself, relationships, people & life in general.
But as with anything, all good things must come to an end, and for me, that was a very abrupt end. In Feb. of 2008, my neighbor that lived downstairs was banging loudly on my door at 4:30 in the morning and yelling. Nothing like a person yelling FIRE to get your attention. I jumped out of bed, threw on a hoody & pair of socks & ran down stairs in my boxers to see what all the comotion was about. My neighbor was at my door & told me, "Dave, you gotta get out, my place is on fire, the whole thing is gonna go!!!" OH SH*T!!! I looked inside his doorway, but couldn't see anything besides smoke & flames. I ran back inside my place, dumped out a waste paper basket by my desk, and grabbed Louie and put him in it, with a towel hanging over the top so he couldn't escape. Next I went looking for Skooter, but with all the comotion, and now smoke was filling my apartment, I couldn't find him anywhere. The smoke started getting so thick, I had to hit the floor & realized I had no more time to look, and had to just escape with the clothes on my back & Louie in a basket. I ran down the stairs & made it out just in time, before the flames started taking over the doorway to my apartment.
So there I stood out in the street, in 30 degree temps. & what became the last heavy snowfall of the season, in nothing but a hoodie, boxers & socks, holding my trash can with Louie inside, my car keys, cell phone & wallet. That was pretty much every thing I escaped with, everything left of my life up to that point in time. Very sobbering moment to say the least as I stood there with my neighbor & we both just stared at the house we called a home, filling with smoke & flames, nothing we could do but watch as it burned.
Soon the firetrucks arrived & I asked if they wanted me to move my car from the driveway, so they'd have better access & was told there was no time for that. "Just get in it, turn it on, & put the heat on so you don't freeze. Anyone else in the house?" I replied, "No, just my cat, Skooter, I couldn't find him." He said they would look. So I did as instructed & got in my car. Next thing I know, they are up stairs in my apartment, & I see/hear my leather desk chair come smashing through the living room window, followed by thick streams of black smoke & then, much of the glass falling through the balcony slats & landing on top of my car, UGH, come on, this is the last thing I got left, I thought to myself.
As I sat there with Louie, uncontrollably shivering, guilt overtook me. My thoughts turned to what Skooter must have been going through, cause I couldn't find him in time. I was hoping that the smoke would have just quickly ended his life, and that he didn't have to suffer through actually been burned to death, what a horrible way to go.
I tried to get my mind off that, so I called my best friend Doug, as I knew he'd be headed in to work at that time, and to ask him to tell my boss that I wouldn't be in that day. When I told him why, he immediately turned around & brought me a coat that he had in his SUV & to provide moral support.
About 30 minutes later, the fireman had it under control and they told us (neighbor & I) that they called the Red Cross for us, cause the interrior of the house was a total loss, and there was no way anything (Skooter) could have lived through it and that we could not live in there either.
Soon after, the Red Cross truck showed up, & gave us both (neighbor & I) sweatshirts & sweatpants to wear & a $200 debit card that we could use for a hotel, food clothing whatever we needed. I felt guilty in accepting the card, as I had a good job & made decent money & when I told this to the volunteer he asked if I donated to the United Way, to which I replied, "Yup, have $2 taken out of my check every week for it, why?" I asked. He replied, "We're partly funded by the United Way, so just look at this as a return on your investment." Wise man he was & I thanked him.
About an hour later, the fireman told my neighbor & I that they'd done everything they could do and that it was safe for us to go back in, to check for anything salviagable, and that unfortunatly they couldn't find Skooter.
My best friend & I went in & both our jaws dropped at the devistation before us. The paint had actually boiled off the walls & everything was charcoal black from soot & still dripping from all the water it took to put out the flames.
TBC.....................................
CyncySpyder
Teddys favorite human
Teddy's Tail Part II
After a few minutes of letting what we were seeing before us sink in, my buddy said to me,
"Um, I think it may be best if you let me go first, cause I really don't think you want to come across Skooter in this situation by accident."
As usual, he was right and I couldn't speak so I just nodded in agreement and I followed as he lead the way to the second floor. I was almost certain though, that we'd find Skooter up on the 3rd floor Master Bedroom, crouched behind the bed, as that was his favorite hiding place. As my buddy lead, we were both amazed how the fire had devoured just about everything and what was left behind was just the chared remnants of a life that once was. Surprisingly, I was ok emotionally speaking, just heavy hearted with guilt that I couldn't save Skooter.
After we assesed the toll on the 2nd floor, my buddy once again lead the way to the third and final floor, which I was dreading at what we were about to find. Up we went, careful to not touch anything, less it color us the same charcoal color as everything else. The stentch of burnt everything was pretty overwhelming, causing us to frequently cough and cover our mouths & noses with our shirts, trying to filter a little fresh air into our lungs.
He made it to the Master Bedroom, as I pensively waited on the stairs for him to either give me the ok to enter or if I had better wait. After a thorough search of the Master Bedroom, he surprisingly said,
"Dude, he's not here, I bet he made it out somehow."
At that, my heart swelled with the thought that he may be ok and I bounded through the doorway, quickly making my way over to the scorched headboard to verify for myself that he wasn't crouched & lifeless hiding behind it, but my buddy was correct, no Skooter to be found. But how could this be, where was he then? As I scratched my head in thought, my buddy asked me,
"did you hear that?"
"um, hear what?"
"listen, there it is again, that faint meow, hear it?"
he asked. Huh, how could this be?
The only other place that we hadn't searched was the tiny bathroom that opens up from the bedroom. I had removed the door long ago and replaced it with a beaded curtain, cause it was such a tiny room, when you opened the door, it took up half the space of the room. The beaded curtain was in chard crumbles on the floor, leaving the bathroom wide open. Mind you, this house was built in 1893, so its a very old & historic house & had an actual claw-foot tub there in the "Master" bath. When they added the plumbing for the tub, they had cut a large hole in the floor under the tub to allow for the pipes to be ran up from the floor below, but they had cut the hole more than three times the needed size, leaving a large gap around the small pipe that ran through it.
As we both crowded into the tiny bathroom, looking & listening for the faint meow sound, I finally got on my hands and knees and bent down to look under the tub, cause there just wasn't anywhere else to look. Low and behold, I see what looks like a peice of shaggy carpet sticking up through this hole under the tub, pressed up tightly against the pipe. Thinking it was carpet and now charcoal colored I went to pull it out of the hole, thinking maybe Skooter had somehow gotten in between the floors and was trapped there. As I went to pull the shag carpet from the hole, I immediatly heard a faint hissing sound and quickly discovered there was something hard inside the shag carpet. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks,
"Oh My God!"
I exclaimed loudly in disbelief
"Doug, its Skooter, I've got him by the tail, he's stuck in the hole under the tub and he's alive!"
What the hell was he doing with his head and most of his body stuck down this hole? The only thing we could surmise, was that he found the hole and was trying to escape but got stuck and couldn't go any further. Being that he was stuck between floors, their must have been enough fresh air trapped for him to breath and ultimatley, allowing him to actually live through the fire.
Once I realized it was him, I took care pulling him out, as before, thinking it was just shaggy carpet, I was trying to just brutily tear it out of the way. Skooter was understandably really scared and shaken up, his entire coat, which was usually a beautiful shimery light silver color with darker points was now totally black with soot. I was so overjoyed, but it was tempered with worry at the same time, seeing as he was covered in this toxic soot, and cats continually clean themselves by licking their fur, I quickly realized finding him alive was one thing, but keeping him alive and hopefully healthy was a totally different thing, and we had to act fast.
As I said, he was extremely scared and pissed, even trying to scratch and bite me, so I quickly grabbed a towel and rapped him rather tightly in it, so that he couldn't move nor lick himself, and let me tell you, he was none too happy about this.
I quickly called the vet & groomer which were both at the same location inside PetsMart, and explained that I didn't have an appointment, but that we had an emergency fire and needed to get Skooter in to be seen and groomed as soon as possible. Both were very kind and understanding and told me to bring him right over and that they would get him taken care of immediately and that if I wanted, they could keep him overnight for a few days for observation just to be on the safe side. I thanked them for their understanding and proceeded to foolishly tell them,
"as long as he checks out ok, I should be able to bring him home tonight." Then the receptionist kindly reminded me of a fact that had yet to hit home 'pun intended'
"Didn't you say that the fire made your home uninhabitable? Where will you take him?" She asked.
That was the first time that it hit me and I realized that I was faced with the fact that, for the first time in my life, I was now ............................ homeless .
And all my possesions were gone, I literally had nothing, but the clothes on my back, my cat, my chinchilla & my car, everything else that I had worked so hard for, a lifetime of things aquired, all gone in a matter of minutes.
When I came to this realization, it shook me to my core. I stammered a bit and humbly proceeded,
"uh, yeah, right, I hadn't thought of that, thank you, I'd really appreciate it if you could keep him for a few days while I work things out."
"No problem at all, just be careful getting here and we'll see you both soon." she kindly said.
After a few minutes of letting what we were seeing before us sink in, my buddy said to me,
"Um, I think it may be best if you let me go first, cause I really don't think you want to come across Skooter in this situation by accident."
As usual, he was right and I couldn't speak so I just nodded in agreement and I followed as he lead the way to the second floor. I was almost certain though, that we'd find Skooter up on the 3rd floor Master Bedroom, crouched behind the bed, as that was his favorite hiding place. As my buddy lead, we were both amazed how the fire had devoured just about everything and what was left behind was just the chared remnants of a life that once was. Surprisingly, I was ok emotionally speaking, just heavy hearted with guilt that I couldn't save Skooter.
After we assesed the toll on the 2nd floor, my buddy once again lead the way to the third and final floor, which I was dreading at what we were about to find. Up we went, careful to not touch anything, less it color us the same charcoal color as everything else. The stentch of burnt everything was pretty overwhelming, causing us to frequently cough and cover our mouths & noses with our shirts, trying to filter a little fresh air into our lungs.
He made it to the Master Bedroom, as I pensively waited on the stairs for him to either give me the ok to enter or if I had better wait. After a thorough search of the Master Bedroom, he surprisingly said,
"Dude, he's not here, I bet he made it out somehow."
At that, my heart swelled with the thought that he may be ok and I bounded through the doorway, quickly making my way over to the scorched headboard to verify for myself that he wasn't crouched & lifeless hiding behind it, but my buddy was correct, no Skooter to be found. But how could this be, where was he then? As I scratched my head in thought, my buddy asked me,
"did you hear that?"
"um, hear what?"
"listen, there it is again, that faint meow, hear it?"
he asked. Huh, how could this be?
The only other place that we hadn't searched was the tiny bathroom that opens up from the bedroom. I had removed the door long ago and replaced it with a beaded curtain, cause it was such a tiny room, when you opened the door, it took up half the space of the room. The beaded curtain was in chard crumbles on the floor, leaving the bathroom wide open. Mind you, this house was built in 1893, so its a very old & historic house & had an actual claw-foot tub there in the "Master" bath. When they added the plumbing for the tub, they had cut a large hole in the floor under the tub to allow for the pipes to be ran up from the floor below, but they had cut the hole more than three times the needed size, leaving a large gap around the small pipe that ran through it.
As we both crowded into the tiny bathroom, looking & listening for the faint meow sound, I finally got on my hands and knees and bent down to look under the tub, cause there just wasn't anywhere else to look. Low and behold, I see what looks like a peice of shaggy carpet sticking up through this hole under the tub, pressed up tightly against the pipe. Thinking it was carpet and now charcoal colored I went to pull it out of the hole, thinking maybe Skooter had somehow gotten in between the floors and was trapped there. As I went to pull the shag carpet from the hole, I immediatly heard a faint hissing sound and quickly discovered there was something hard inside the shag carpet. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks,
"Oh My God!"
I exclaimed loudly in disbelief
"Doug, its Skooter, I've got him by the tail, he's stuck in the hole under the tub and he's alive!"
What the hell was he doing with his head and most of his body stuck down this hole? The only thing we could surmise, was that he found the hole and was trying to escape but got stuck and couldn't go any further. Being that he was stuck between floors, their must have been enough fresh air trapped for him to breath and ultimatley, allowing him to actually live through the fire.
Once I realized it was him, I took care pulling him out, as before, thinking it was just shaggy carpet, I was trying to just brutily tear it out of the way. Skooter was understandably really scared and shaken up, his entire coat, which was usually a beautiful shimery light silver color with darker points was now totally black with soot. I was so overjoyed, but it was tempered with worry at the same time, seeing as he was covered in this toxic soot, and cats continually clean themselves by licking their fur, I quickly realized finding him alive was one thing, but keeping him alive and hopefully healthy was a totally different thing, and we had to act fast.
As I said, he was extremely scared and pissed, even trying to scratch and bite me, so I quickly grabbed a towel and rapped him rather tightly in it, so that he couldn't move nor lick himself, and let me tell you, he was none too happy about this.
I quickly called the vet & groomer which were both at the same location inside PetsMart, and explained that I didn't have an appointment, but that we had an emergency fire and needed to get Skooter in to be seen and groomed as soon as possible. Both were very kind and understanding and told me to bring him right over and that they would get him taken care of immediately and that if I wanted, they could keep him overnight for a few days for observation just to be on the safe side. I thanked them for their understanding and proceeded to foolishly tell them,
"as long as he checks out ok, I should be able to bring him home tonight." Then the receptionist kindly reminded me of a fact that had yet to hit home 'pun intended'
"Didn't you say that the fire made your home uninhabitable? Where will you take him?" She asked.
That was the first time that it hit me and I realized that I was faced with the fact that, for the first time in my life, I was now ............................ homeless .
And all my possesions were gone, I literally had nothing, but the clothes on my back, my cat, my chinchilla & my car, everything else that I had worked so hard for, a lifetime of things aquired, all gone in a matter of minutes.
When I came to this realization, it shook me to my core. I stammered a bit and humbly proceeded,
"uh, yeah, right, I hadn't thought of that, thank you, I'd really appreciate it if you could keep him for a few days while I work things out."
"No problem at all, just be careful getting here and we'll see you both soon." she kindly said.
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RydeOn3Wyfe
New member
SKYLITE WINDOWS
AND WHAT ABOUT TIN FOIL SCOTCH TAPED TO THE WINDOW.
I USED THAT ON WINDOWS WHEN MY GIRL'S WERE YOUNG,YOU KNOW TRYING TO TELL THEM IT IS DARK OUTSIDE WHEN IT IS NOT.
JUST A THOUGHT? THE NOISE I WAS WONDERING ABOUT A FAN ON THAT WOULD BE CONSTANT SOUND?
AND WHAT ABOUT TIN FOIL SCOTCH TAPED TO THE WINDOW.
I USED THAT ON WINDOWS WHEN MY GIRL'S WERE YOUNG,YOU KNOW TRYING TO TELL THEM IT IS DARK OUTSIDE WHEN IT IS NOT.
JUST A THOUGHT? THE NOISE I WAS WONDERING ABOUT A FAN ON THAT WOULD BE CONSTANT SOUND?
CyncySpyder
Teddys favorite human
Teddy's Tail Part III
I quickly rushed Skooter to the Vet & Groomers and they took him back as soon as we got there. The vet did a quick once over and surprisingly, she found absolutely nothing wrong with him physically, no cuts, scrapes or burns. She could tell his lungs were a little congested, which was no surprise at all. She also concured that by him getting his head down into the hole and in between the floors most probably saved his life with getting as much fresh oxygen as was possible considering the conditions that he lived through. Guess that was one of his nine lives spoken for and eight more still to go. After the quick vet check they took him over to the groomers and they said that they'd probably have the vet sedate him first due to all the trauma he just went through and the more they were going to have to inflict upon him to get him all cleaned up, but that they would start working on him immediately and call me later when they were done to let me know if everything came out ok. I thanked them and then went on my way.
As I got into my car in the parking lot of the Vet, I thought to myself, "Where am I suppose to go now? I'd usually go home, but there's no point in that." So I reluctantly called my brother that's closest in age to me (6 years older, I'm the baby in the family) and explained what had happend and asked since he had a spare bedroom, if I could stay with him for a while til I got things figured out, as I didn't know what else to do. Sadly, I'm not really close with anyone in my family, besides my mom, but she was now gone at this point. My brother and I hadn't usually gotten along growing up, and basically tollerated one another, but with age, he's mellowed out alot. Thankfully, he understood the severity of my situation, being an ex-fireman himself, he knew all too well of the devastating effects that a fire can have on ones life. He graciously didn't hesitate to offer me a temporary home, but he reminded me of his severe allergies and that he didn't think he'd be able to handle having a cat & chinchilla in the house, and that I should try and find other arrangements for them, which I totally understood.
After a few days of sorting life out, my best friend Doug said that I could keep Louie and Skooter at his house, as he thought his (then) 5 year old daughter would enjoy having a pet and it would make for a good learning lesson of the responsibilities of taking care of a pet. His wife had had a cat when they first got married, and Doug liked him pretty well, but he had passed away a couple years back and they had never gotten another pet, concentrating instead on starting a family and having their baby girl, Madison. So that's the way things ended up, me at my brothers house in the spare bedroom & my pets at my best friends house & this arrangement worked out well.
After a couple of months of trying to get some semblance of life back, I knew it was time for me to start looking for my own place and figured it was time for me to settle down and buy something instead of always renting. Ever since I had moved to Mainstrasse Villiage, I really liked it allot and enjoyed being in the heart of all the action, but sometimes it was a bit much with all the drunks being loud and disorderly leaving the bars at closing time in the wee hours of the morning. About a mile away from the Villiage, down on the river were these really modern looking condos that were all built up on peirs about 2 stories up, to keep them out of the rivers flood plane and growing up, I had always been attracted to them. Not to mention, directly across the street from them was a local landmark in the form of a totally round, solid silver UFO house, kinda cool. Just a really neat setting overall, not to mention they all had wonderfull river & skyline views as they were all set directly caddy corner from downtown Cincinnati, just across the mighty Ohio river.
After doing a little research I found that one of the units in the complex was indeed for sale & it was the very unit I had envisioned living in while growing up, the only building standing by itself, with no neighbors directly attatched on either side and just one other neighbor in the entire building, and they were downstairs and it was the upper unit with the best views that was for sale. WOW, really? Ever hear of the saying, WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT, YOU BRING ABOUT? Seemed kinda like fate to me. Well, one thing lead to another and I closed on the condo in April of 2008, none to soon for my brother and I -lol
After I moved in, (which was quick and easy seeing as I didn't have anything to move) I started aquiring peices of furniture here and there from family, friends and neighbors of my best friend Doug. Then it was time for me to get Skooter and Louie back, but that's where we hit a snag. When Doug explained to his (then 5 y/o) daughter that they were going to be taking care of Skooter and Louie for me, until I found a new place for us to live, she was very excited and really took on (within reason for an active 5 y/o little girl) the responsibilities of caring for them, and she quickly grew attached to Skooter. Louie, being a chinchilla and having to be kept in a wire cage, she didn't bond with at all, but she absolutely fell in love with Skooter, as he was (to her) her very first pet. When it came time for me to take Skooter home with me, I just couldn't do it. Yes, I was kind of lonely being in a new place (mostly empty) all by myself, but I couldn't break this little girls heart that I love so much, she's just like my own kid as I've been there for her since the day she was born.
So I told Madison, (after getting approval from her dad) that even though I loved Skooter allot, I knew that she did too and that I wanted to give her Skooter to be her very own pet for her Birthday. Needless to say, I think I made her one very happy little girl, and I've never regretted my decision.
So now here I was, in a 1250 SF, 2 bedroom condo that was still just about empty and all by myself besides Louie. I've never been a very social person, and usually stay to myself for the most part, so having Skooter there was refreshing, as even though he was "just" a cat, he had a very unique and loving personallity and I never really felt "Alone" with him around. Without having him in my life, it did feel rather lonely but I didn't want to get back into the social/party scene again, as I felt I learned what I needed from that stage in my life and I should move on, but what should I do now?
This is where the "Star" of this entire (long, drug-out) story comes into play. I know its been a long time reading for us to get to this point, but I think its always good to understand the "backstory" to get a full understanding of any situation, this one included.
TBC.............. sorry, work work work..........................
I quickly rushed Skooter to the Vet & Groomers and they took him back as soon as we got there. The vet did a quick once over and surprisingly, she found absolutely nothing wrong with him physically, no cuts, scrapes or burns. She could tell his lungs were a little congested, which was no surprise at all. She also concured that by him getting his head down into the hole and in between the floors most probably saved his life with getting as much fresh oxygen as was possible considering the conditions that he lived through. Guess that was one of his nine lives spoken for and eight more still to go. After the quick vet check they took him over to the groomers and they said that they'd probably have the vet sedate him first due to all the trauma he just went through and the more they were going to have to inflict upon him to get him all cleaned up, but that they would start working on him immediately and call me later when they were done to let me know if everything came out ok. I thanked them and then went on my way.
As I got into my car in the parking lot of the Vet, I thought to myself, "Where am I suppose to go now? I'd usually go home, but there's no point in that." So I reluctantly called my brother that's closest in age to me (6 years older, I'm the baby in the family) and explained what had happend and asked since he had a spare bedroom, if I could stay with him for a while til I got things figured out, as I didn't know what else to do. Sadly, I'm not really close with anyone in my family, besides my mom, but she was now gone at this point. My brother and I hadn't usually gotten along growing up, and basically tollerated one another, but with age, he's mellowed out alot. Thankfully, he understood the severity of my situation, being an ex-fireman himself, he knew all too well of the devastating effects that a fire can have on ones life. He graciously didn't hesitate to offer me a temporary home, but he reminded me of his severe allergies and that he didn't think he'd be able to handle having a cat & chinchilla in the house, and that I should try and find other arrangements for them, which I totally understood.
After a few days of sorting life out, my best friend Doug said that I could keep Louie and Skooter at his house, as he thought his (then) 5 year old daughter would enjoy having a pet and it would make for a good learning lesson of the responsibilities of taking care of a pet. His wife had had a cat when they first got married, and Doug liked him pretty well, but he had passed away a couple years back and they had never gotten another pet, concentrating instead on starting a family and having their baby girl, Madison. So that's the way things ended up, me at my brothers house in the spare bedroom & my pets at my best friends house & this arrangement worked out well.
After a couple of months of trying to get some semblance of life back, I knew it was time for me to start looking for my own place and figured it was time for me to settle down and buy something instead of always renting. Ever since I had moved to Mainstrasse Villiage, I really liked it allot and enjoyed being in the heart of all the action, but sometimes it was a bit much with all the drunks being loud and disorderly leaving the bars at closing time in the wee hours of the morning. About a mile away from the Villiage, down on the river were these really modern looking condos that were all built up on peirs about 2 stories up, to keep them out of the rivers flood plane and growing up, I had always been attracted to them. Not to mention, directly across the street from them was a local landmark in the form of a totally round, solid silver UFO house, kinda cool. Just a really neat setting overall, not to mention they all had wonderfull river & skyline views as they were all set directly caddy corner from downtown Cincinnati, just across the mighty Ohio river.
After doing a little research I found that one of the units in the complex was indeed for sale & it was the very unit I had envisioned living in while growing up, the only building standing by itself, with no neighbors directly attatched on either side and just one other neighbor in the entire building, and they were downstairs and it was the upper unit with the best views that was for sale. WOW, really? Ever hear of the saying, WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT, YOU BRING ABOUT? Seemed kinda like fate to me. Well, one thing lead to another and I closed on the condo in April of 2008, none to soon for my brother and I -lol
After I moved in, (which was quick and easy seeing as I didn't have anything to move) I started aquiring peices of furniture here and there from family, friends and neighbors of my best friend Doug. Then it was time for me to get Skooter and Louie back, but that's where we hit a snag. When Doug explained to his (then 5 y/o) daughter that they were going to be taking care of Skooter and Louie for me, until I found a new place for us to live, she was very excited and really took on (within reason for an active 5 y/o little girl) the responsibilities of caring for them, and she quickly grew attached to Skooter. Louie, being a chinchilla and having to be kept in a wire cage, she didn't bond with at all, but she absolutely fell in love with Skooter, as he was (to her) her very first pet. When it came time for me to take Skooter home with me, I just couldn't do it. Yes, I was kind of lonely being in a new place (mostly empty) all by myself, but I couldn't break this little girls heart that I love so much, she's just like my own kid as I've been there for her since the day she was born.
So I told Madison, (after getting approval from her dad) that even though I loved Skooter allot, I knew that she did too and that I wanted to give her Skooter to be her very own pet for her Birthday. Needless to say, I think I made her one very happy little girl, and I've never regretted my decision.
So now here I was, in a 1250 SF, 2 bedroom condo that was still just about empty and all by myself besides Louie. I've never been a very social person, and usually stay to myself for the most part, so having Skooter there was refreshing, as even though he was "just" a cat, he had a very unique and loving personallity and I never really felt "Alone" with him around. Without having him in my life, it did feel rather lonely but I didn't want to get back into the social/party scene again, as I felt I learned what I needed from that stage in my life and I should move on, but what should I do now?
This is where the "Star" of this entire (long, drug-out) story comes into play. I know its been a long time reading for us to get to this point, but I think its always good to understand the "backstory" to get a full understanding of any situation, this one included.
TBC.............. sorry, work work work..........................
GloryRyders
MOgang Member
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Jeriatric
Thinks out loud
Ditto - my first visit to Dave's was yesterday. Perfect timing....if I do say so myself
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CyncySpyder
Teddys favorite human
Teddy's Tail Part IV
FlashBack to 1987, I'm 16 & just got my first job as a dishwasher at PizzaHut. Growing up, we were never allowed to have dogs in the house, only outside, although Dad would let me bring our Siberian Husky Damon inside for a few minutes every now and then, but not to live. Since I now had my drivers license and a job, I borrowed Moms car one day & I stopped by a local pet store to just look around and kill some time. Well, that's where I discovered a little cream colored dust-mop that squeaked sitting in the corner of a kennel all by itself. I grew up very sheltered and this was the first time I had actually ever seen a Pomeranian puppy in real life. Though, to me, it didn't look like a dog, it was just so tiny and nothing but fur, like a little dust-mop that squeaked and moved around. Being enthrawed, I made the mistake of asking if I could hold it, and the shop-owner readily agreed. Once I held it, and he licked my face, I immediately understood where the term "Puppy Love" came from and I was hooked, I mean I couldn't help myself, I couldn't leave the shop without this little fluff-ball of love.
I asked the shop-owner how much for the dog, and he told me $600 (hey, its a purebred) like I cared, I was just in love, coulda been a mutt, wouldn't have mattered to me. I explained to him there was no way I had money like that, being only 16, though I had just gotten my first job. So the sly shop-owner, seeing I'm totally smitten, says to me,
"Well, you know this pure-bred pup isn't going to last long. I tell you what. I can give you an instore credit account, and since your technically under-age, I'll have to do it on the "down low" if you get my drift. And it'll cost you a couple hundred bucks more, but I can let you leave with him today and you can make weekly payments to me for a total of $800, how's that sound?"
B*sturd, he knew he had me, but I couldn't help myself, and I signed all kinds of psuedo-legal looking papers and gave him all the money I had in my pockets at the time, which was $16 as the "down payment" -lol Talking about taking advantage of a kid that was just born yesterday, ahh yes, the good 'ole days of being naive.
I left the pet-shop that day with my very first Pomeranian who had stolen my heart, so fittingly, I named him Romeo. I hid him from my parents when I went to work in the bathtub of my downstairs apartment, while my parents lived on the middle floor & my brothers lived on the top floor, so I thought I'd be able to get away with it. However, I didn't think about the fact that my mother had to come down thru my apartment to get to the laundry room, and one day while doing laundry, she started hearing a squeking sound coming from my bathroom, so she went to investigate & found Romeo. Uh Oh! Gigs up!
Lucky for me, I take after my mom, and she too was as taken with the lil guy as much as I was, and her and my dad faught a good couple of days about allowing a dog to live in the house, but ultimately, Romeo won everyone over, and he was in fact, the very first inside dog our family was ever allowed to have & hence built my love for the breed for the rest of my life.
Romeo was a wild one for sure, charming everyone he met and life was good til the day my dad (at 80) forgot to make sure the front door was closed. We lived on a busy 2 lane road and sure enough, Romeo ended up getting on the road and hit by a car. I remember frantically looking for him everywhere and finally finding him laying in the drive way, still breathing but not moving. I drove like a mad man, running every stop sign and red light and going faster than I had ever driven before, with him on my lap, gasping for air, trying to get him to the vet in time to save him. After getting him there & them assessing him for a few minutes, they told me that they were sorry, but there was nothing they could do, but give him a shot to put him to sleep so he wouldn't suffer anymore. I was so pissed off and upset, I mean, I took him to the vet for them to save him, not for them to finish killing him. This was my first emotional dealing with loss in my life, and believe me, it has stayed with me this entire time.
After Romeo, there was Biddy and then there was Cocoa and when I was married and lived in Florida my (now) ex-wife & I bred Poms & Persians, have always had Poms in my life til after I got divorced and moved from Florida back to Kentucky/Cincy.
Now, back to our story. So there I was, big condo, no cat and just me and Louie. Hmmmmmm, I think I'll look into getting a dog again, is what I thought.
FlashBack to 1987, I'm 16 & just got my first job as a dishwasher at PizzaHut. Growing up, we were never allowed to have dogs in the house, only outside, although Dad would let me bring our Siberian Husky Damon inside for a few minutes every now and then, but not to live. Since I now had my drivers license and a job, I borrowed Moms car one day & I stopped by a local pet store to just look around and kill some time. Well, that's where I discovered a little cream colored dust-mop that squeaked sitting in the corner of a kennel all by itself. I grew up very sheltered and this was the first time I had actually ever seen a Pomeranian puppy in real life. Though, to me, it didn't look like a dog, it was just so tiny and nothing but fur, like a little dust-mop that squeaked and moved around. Being enthrawed, I made the mistake of asking if I could hold it, and the shop-owner readily agreed. Once I held it, and he licked my face, I immediately understood where the term "Puppy Love" came from and I was hooked, I mean I couldn't help myself, I couldn't leave the shop without this little fluff-ball of love.
I asked the shop-owner how much for the dog, and he told me $600 (hey, its a purebred) like I cared, I was just in love, coulda been a mutt, wouldn't have mattered to me. I explained to him there was no way I had money like that, being only 16, though I had just gotten my first job. So the sly shop-owner, seeing I'm totally smitten, says to me,
"Well, you know this pure-bred pup isn't going to last long. I tell you what. I can give you an instore credit account, and since your technically under-age, I'll have to do it on the "down low" if you get my drift. And it'll cost you a couple hundred bucks more, but I can let you leave with him today and you can make weekly payments to me for a total of $800, how's that sound?"
B*sturd, he knew he had me, but I couldn't help myself, and I signed all kinds of psuedo-legal looking papers and gave him all the money I had in my pockets at the time, which was $16 as the "down payment" -lol Talking about taking advantage of a kid that was just born yesterday, ahh yes, the good 'ole days of being naive.
I left the pet-shop that day with my very first Pomeranian who had stolen my heart, so fittingly, I named him Romeo. I hid him from my parents when I went to work in the bathtub of my downstairs apartment, while my parents lived on the middle floor & my brothers lived on the top floor, so I thought I'd be able to get away with it. However, I didn't think about the fact that my mother had to come down thru my apartment to get to the laundry room, and one day while doing laundry, she started hearing a squeking sound coming from my bathroom, so she went to investigate & found Romeo. Uh Oh! Gigs up!
Lucky for me, I take after my mom, and she too was as taken with the lil guy as much as I was, and her and my dad faught a good couple of days about allowing a dog to live in the house, but ultimately, Romeo won everyone over, and he was in fact, the very first inside dog our family was ever allowed to have & hence built my love for the breed for the rest of my life.
Romeo was a wild one for sure, charming everyone he met and life was good til the day my dad (at 80) forgot to make sure the front door was closed. We lived on a busy 2 lane road and sure enough, Romeo ended up getting on the road and hit by a car. I remember frantically looking for him everywhere and finally finding him laying in the drive way, still breathing but not moving. I drove like a mad man, running every stop sign and red light and going faster than I had ever driven before, with him on my lap, gasping for air, trying to get him to the vet in time to save him. After getting him there & them assessing him for a few minutes, they told me that they were sorry, but there was nothing they could do, but give him a shot to put him to sleep so he wouldn't suffer anymore. I was so pissed off and upset, I mean, I took him to the vet for them to save him, not for them to finish killing him. This was my first emotional dealing with loss in my life, and believe me, it has stayed with me this entire time.
After Romeo, there was Biddy and then there was Cocoa and when I was married and lived in Florida my (now) ex-wife & I bred Poms & Persians, have always had Poms in my life til after I got divorced and moved from Florida back to Kentucky/Cincy.
Now, back to our story. So there I was, big condo, no cat and just me and Louie. Hmmmmmm, I think I'll look into getting a dog again, is what I thought.
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