Ravenswood romp …

By kmaccarthy on April 6th, 2010

We have great off leash dog walking in Gloucester. My guys love Ravenswood. We go there often.

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Dare I mention “ticks”??

By kmaccarthy on March 10th, 2010

Being a hiker and dog dad, I am out in the woods. A lot. And tick time is upon us. (Well, almost.)

Here’s a tip I picked up some time ago for getting rid of the pesky critters:

Don’t try to pick them off with tweezers or your fingernails. The head will stay stuck and you’ll end up with an infection. Instead, try persuasion (suffocation!). Apply a glob of liquid soap to a cotton ball, cover the tick with the soap-soaked cotton ball and swab it for a few seconds (15-20). The tick will let go on its own and be stuck to the cotton ball when you lift it away. I’ve also done it with Vaseline and motor oil. The soap is easier and, of course, cleaner.

Then put the tick back outside. Karma says “kill nothing”. But relocating is OK.

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Puppies galore at Gloucester CAAA

By kmaccarthy on February 12th, 2010

Puppies running around in the sun, waiting to be adopted. Doesn’t get much cuter than this at Cape Ann Animal Aid on Main St. in Gloucester’s East End. Great video.

For pet owners only …

By kmaccarthy on April 12th, 2009

Typical Dog Diary entry:
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Typical Cat Diary entry:
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…….