I love a man in a skirt
May. 23rd, 2011 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwynSo, I'm out walking the dog, and I see this green plaid truck parked on the street emblazoned with Men in Kilts and the hilarious tagline "No Peeking!" They do gutter cleaning, pressure washing, windows, and so on. The front of the truck was what cracked me up -- they have the No Peeking line run backwards, so you can read it in your rearview mirror. You can see it here -- I thought they might be wearing Utilikilts, but they were more like a traditional kilt than I expected (although it looked like they had pockets and such).
One of the things about having extreme vertigo problems as I do is that some of the house upkeep gets pushed aside -- I can't get on ladders without the danger of falling, and it's really hard for me to look up without losing my balance and vision and falling down. I know I need to get the gutters cleaned, especially on the addition and the new garage, but I've put it off for a long time. I think I know who I'll be calling.
Speaking of walking the dog. I have a new foster dog who's really been through the ringer. He's losing his vision from bad cataracts, and his family gave him up because it makes him flinchy when people move toward him and they had a toddler, then he was in a shelter for a while but that was hard for him with his vision problems. Motley Zoo, the rescue group I am involved with, took him to a foster home, but she had a family emergency, and they needed a fast backup, so I stepped in even though life is really chaotic right now. He had just had his cast off from surgery for a luxating patella (kneecap). Then this past week, he ended up in hospital again when he became violently ill, which turned out to be pancreatitis.
He is really freakin' cute, as a lot of the Seattle crowd can attest to. He has some behavior problems, some of which are caused by his sight impairment and some because I think he used to be a very pampered pooch, but we're working on them. He looooooves to go for walks, and he's not like a lot of little dogs who are afraid of wet grass and stuff -- he just gets right in there. He's a Pomeranian mix with a Papillon (called a paperanian, of course), and he's just the sweetest little guy. Once he gets past being skittish, he's your bestie for life.
I'm trying to raise some funds for the group to go toward possible eye surgery for him -- they can remove the cataracts, but it's very expensive and the group has had a truly incredible amount of leg surgeries recently to deal with on all their fosters (they are solely a foster network, no brick and morter shelter). Some of the stories are just... they're too upsetting to even discuss. It makes me hate people so much; I don't know how people run these groups without going postal.
Anyway, his name is Brutus, which is a terrible name for him (I wanted to rename him Tanner, after the character Clive Owen plays in Second Sight, where he's a detective who's losing his vision, but no one else will call him that, and it would be hard to retrain him to it unless everyone's on board), and here are some links in case you might be able to donate toward his surgery. He's only six, so he's got a whole half of a lifetime ahead of him when he finds a forever home.
You can donate here or directly through Paypal here. Tell them Brutus sent you! He and I will be very grateful, but we understand, though, that times are pretty hard and there have been a lot of natural disasters lately that people have already given all their money to. But anything's appreciated, and if you want to pass along his story, please feel free! (Or if you know anyone looking for a loving small dog who's a master of the adorable head tilt, let us know!)
Here's a few pics:
One of the things about having extreme vertigo problems as I do is that some of the house upkeep gets pushed aside -- I can't get on ladders without the danger of falling, and it's really hard for me to look up without losing my balance and vision and falling down. I know I need to get the gutters cleaned, especially on the addition and the new garage, but I've put it off for a long time. I think I know who I'll be calling.
Speaking of walking the dog. I have a new foster dog who's really been through the ringer. He's losing his vision from bad cataracts, and his family gave him up because it makes him flinchy when people move toward him and they had a toddler, then he was in a shelter for a while but that was hard for him with his vision problems. Motley Zoo, the rescue group I am involved with, took him to a foster home, but she had a family emergency, and they needed a fast backup, so I stepped in even though life is really chaotic right now. He had just had his cast off from surgery for a luxating patella (kneecap). Then this past week, he ended up in hospital again when he became violently ill, which turned out to be pancreatitis.
He is really freakin' cute, as a lot of the Seattle crowd can attest to. He has some behavior problems, some of which are caused by his sight impairment and some because I think he used to be a very pampered pooch, but we're working on them. He looooooves to go for walks, and he's not like a lot of little dogs who are afraid of wet grass and stuff -- he just gets right in there. He's a Pomeranian mix with a Papillon (called a paperanian, of course), and he's just the sweetest little guy. Once he gets past being skittish, he's your bestie for life.
I'm trying to raise some funds for the group to go toward possible eye surgery for him -- they can remove the cataracts, but it's very expensive and the group has had a truly incredible amount of leg surgeries recently to deal with on all their fosters (they are solely a foster network, no brick and morter shelter). Some of the stories are just... they're too upsetting to even discuss. It makes me hate people so much; I don't know how people run these groups without going postal.
Anyway, his name is Brutus, which is a terrible name for him (I wanted to rename him Tanner, after the character Clive Owen plays in Second Sight, where he's a detective who's losing his vision, but no one else will call him that, and it would be hard to retrain him to it unless everyone's on board), and here are some links in case you might be able to donate toward his surgery. He's only six, so he's got a whole half of a lifetime ahead of him when he finds a forever home.
You can donate here or directly through Paypal here. Tell them Brutus sent you! He and I will be very grateful, but we understand, though, that times are pretty hard and there have been a lot of natural disasters lately that people have already given all their money to. But anything's appreciated, and if you want to pass along his story, please feel free! (Or if you know anyone looking for a loving small dog who's a master of the adorable head tilt, let us know!)
Here's a few pics:
