The Canadian Record (Canadian, Tex.), Vol. 123, No. 13, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 28, 2013 Page: 24 of 40
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THURSDAY ZB MARCH ZD 1 3
THE CANADIAN RECORD
Tazz is a female Teacup Yorkie that was given to us as a puppy
by a friend, when my father passed away, with the hope that she
would help Mom move forward. Since that time, she has become
a part of our family, bringing us countless hours of joy. Tazz and
her sister Gerte travel everywhere we go.
Tazz has been diagnosed with extreme allergies and takes med-
ication for it. Without the medication, her number of breaths
increases with difficulty. Weather changes can cause her aller-
gies to flare up. She eats Blu dog food. Other brands of dog
food have corn in them, and she is allergic to it. If given table
food, she will become extremely sick to her stomach and vomit.
It is hard on her pancreas, and you must stick to her dog food.
If you ask her if she wants breakfast, she is expecting a Nutri
Dent, Greenies, and either a Pup-peroni stick or a puppy bacon.
She loves small, stuffed squeaky animals, and will squeak
them if you ask her to. She loves to be held in the evening, and
if you ask her if she wants to be held, she will let you know. She
sleeps on the bed with Mom. She gets a bath every Sunday, but
must be blow-dried to prevent her from catching cold.
Tazz likes a soft blanket in her doggy bed, and this is where
she takes her naps throughout the day. She is strictly an inside
dog, so she uses potty pads inside. She likes to be taken outside
for a few minutes throughout the day to play.
Tazz drinks an enormous amount of water every day. She is
very protective of her toys and food, and will break skin if you
try to bother either.
She has never been hit, kicked, or slapped in the face—we do
not treat our animals like that.
We have a $500.00 reward for anyone bringing her home to us.
We will not ask any questions, we just want our dog back.
Please help us find Tazz.
Dana Dennis - 806.255.9996
Deanne Miller - 806.217.1009
Home - 806.323.6539
Address - 502 S. 3rd Street
Spaghetti tongs &
GROWING UP, the little growing up that I
did, there were always rules one must follow
about the house and the grounds on which
it stood. One was “no animals in the house.”
That assignment was mainly set for dogs,
cats, pigs or goats.
Another rule was that no female dogs were
allowed for very long on the premises. I was
one of those who seemed to attract strays.
They always followed me home. Most dogs
that were stray or castoffs were she dogs. If
a lady dog followed me to the house, she was
usually gone the next day or two. When I ar-
rived home from school and the girl dog or
dogs were gone, I would ask where they were.
The answer was pretty much the same all
the time: “She found a better home.” You see,
lady dogs would have had puppies and those
puppies would have had to be fed.
No one seemed to want girl dogs. Girl dog
puppies born in a litter were hard to give
away. Around those times, no one had any ex-
tra money to have a girl dog spayed or even
pay a vet for medical services. It was a tough
life to be a lady dog, especially a girl dog of
mixed heritage. Boy dogs on the other hand
could stay about the house.
I don’t remember ever buying pet food, ex-
cept for a few times. Strong Heart or Bolo were
the pet food of choice as it cost “just” ten cents
a can. First off, we didn’t have just 10 cents to
spend on dog or cat food. Momma would not let
anything or anyone go hungry about the place
and she always seemed to find scraps for us to
feed our dogs and cats. They didn’t go with-
out. Occasionally, smaller wee beasties were
allowed inside the house for short intervals.
May I clarify just a bit—small critters like
birds, cottontail bunnies, and frogs or toads,
just for example. Rodents and vipers were out
of the question. That was a given.
Trying to hide a dozen white mice just
might have worked if their enclosure had ac-
tually been mouse-proof. There was that inci-
dent where my friend Danny Baker had some
white mice his mother wouldn’t let him keep.
He toted them to my house and we hid them
under my bed. The makeshift “mouse house”
was lacking, you might say, in its construction.
They, the white mice, went “over the wall.”
When momma found them in her Hoover and
crawling around the cleaning closet, well, you
can guess the rest of the story. Of course, it
was my name that was called first!
A snake on the premises was out of the
question—ever. Why we would have been
beaten to death with the snake, if a snake was
to be brought to the house on purpose.
I was twenty-something-years-old before
I convinced my mother to even touch a snake.
I was driving down the road with some cous-
ins and my sister when a snake crossed the
dirt road in front of the Pontiac. We stopped
and I bailed out to capture the serpent. The
snake turned out to be a Western Hognose or
“spread-n-nater,” as the local folk called it.
These serpents are harmless and fun to
mess with as they, after being teased, will
rise up and spread their bonnet or hood like
a cobra. The snake will then weave back and
forth hissing in an attempt to scare you away.
If this deception doesn’t work, the snake will
flip, belly up, and then go into little jerking
fits while defecating on itself. Then, if all of
these theatrics fail, the snake will play dead.
My girl cousin Kay and sister Susie were
fascinated with the show. The two-foot rep-
tile was easily sacked and taken back to the
house. I showed it to my folks from a distance
and then while I held the head of the snake, I
actually talked my mother into touching its
back. Wow, that was a first.
Not so long ago I received a call from my
mom. She said over the line, “You are not go-
ing to believe what I just did today! You will
be so proud of me.”
First off, I am always proud of my mother.
She told me that when carrying her groceries in
through the kitchen back door, she saw a tail dis-
appear behind the coffee maker on the kitchen
cabinet. The tail belonged to a snake. She re-
mained calm. That in itself was a challenge!
I said, “What did you do?” She said, “Well,
I grabbed a pair of spaghetti tongs and a
paper grocery sack from the cabinet and
snagged the snake. Then I carried the sack
with the snake in it out to the back of the place
and tossed it out to crawl away.”
I was so proud!
A summer or so back, my mother was in
the grocery store pushing her cart down aisle
eight, the paper towel isle. One of the stock boys
was opening a big box of Scott Towels that had
come from a warehouse over in East Texas.
When he pulled out the rolls of paper tow-
els to stock the shelves, an American Anole,
rather starved and bruised, fell into the floor
and just laid still. Evidently, it had been
shanghaied at the warehouse in East Texas
as we don’t have American Andes in this
part of the country. You might know the color
changing wee lizards as a Chameleon.
When we were but wee things, you could
purchase the small green lizards from five
and dime stores with a tiny gold chain that at-
tached the lizard to your shirt front.
My mom rescued the tiny lizard from the
stock boy’s dust pan and took it home in a pa-
per sack, separate from her groceries. (Way
to go mom!) When I answered the phone that
day, the first thing I heard was “What do I
do with a.......!” She fed it some small meal
worms that I kept for sunfish bait and placed
a shallow water vessel in front of the emaci-
ated little lizard.
You know we have come a long way from
no critters in the house to Andes in Scott
Towel boxes and spaghetti tong snakes in
the kitchen. All I can say is, thanks be to the
ancestors for easily reached spaghetti tongs
and paper sacks!
Enjoy Your World-its’ a good place to be!
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