The deal was I could keep Patriot until TEVCO's Specialty on September 5th but then he would have to go home to Bree and Josh, his REAL parents! As it turned out, Brianna was going to be in the area and could be "home" on the 18th. So we left Tigard on September 19th and headed to Reno, our destination for the first leg of this trip - it took us 10 hours! On the second day, we drove from Reno to Sahuarita, AZ, which is just south of Tucson. We drove through Hoover Dam but I have no pictures to share because they are on Bree's camera. I think the rest of the story can be told with pictures, so here goes!
Patriot and Paloma the day before we left to take Patriot home.
The gang's all there for one last gathering before moving the party to Arizona.
On our first night at Bree and Josh's, Paloma had a nasty encounter with this fellow - a tiny little scorpion that had made its way onto the coffee table. Paloma had been licking the coffee table when she started to shake her head and push her tongue out of her mouth like she had just been stung. Everyone immediately began searching but certainly there were no scorpions in the house! Josh grabbed the black light and found it hiding under one of the coasters. Scorpions glow under the black light and it makes it really easy to see them. Anyway, in the picture above, he is dead, dead as a door nail. Marc put the quarter there so you can all see just how tiny this creature was. Josh does a nightly scan of the yard as nightfall arrives. While we were there, he killed three scorpions and one black widow. By the way, the hourglass shape also glows under a black light.
The gang's all here and settled onto the couch.
A close up of Paloma sleeping - we gave her 25mg of Benadryl as a precaution in case she had been stung. At this point, we don't think she actually was, just that she was pinched or that it didn't taste good. A call to the emergency vet revealed the knowledge that dogs don't seem to be affected so much as we might think. Now, if she had developed shaking, seizures, a temp, then we would have needed to get her seen, ASAP. But, the vet said they have never lost a dog to a scorpion sting. Comforting knowledge that was indeed!
Marc built these gates to keep Patriot away from the side gate (which has a dip in the dirt under it) and from being able to get on top of the air conditioning unit. There will be no hopping the fences to get out of the yard. The house is one street away from the wide, open desert - no man's land and the area from which no dog would ever return.
ADDING SOME SHADE
A tiny Navel Orange tree is planted in the desert - hoping to provide the family with sweet pulp and juice.
A Queen Palm is added to bring a little sense of San Diego to the backyard.
An Olive tree is planted. This kind of tree did very well in Albuquerque and will do well here.
There are doggy neighbors on the other side of the fence.
Josh pulling weeds so Paloma couldn't eat them.
"Can we move to where the sun shines?"
You're home, Patriot!
Patriot and Paloma the day before we left to take Patriot home.
The gang's all there for one last gathering before moving the party to Arizona.
On our first night at Bree and Josh's, Paloma had a nasty encounter with this fellow - a tiny little scorpion that had made its way onto the coffee table. Paloma had been licking the coffee table when she started to shake her head and push her tongue out of her mouth like she had just been stung. Everyone immediately began searching but certainly there were no scorpions in the house! Josh grabbed the black light and found it hiding under one of the coasters. Scorpions glow under the black light and it makes it really easy to see them. Anyway, in the picture above, he is dead, dead as a door nail. Marc put the quarter there so you can all see just how tiny this creature was. Josh does a nightly scan of the yard as nightfall arrives. While we were there, he killed three scorpions and one black widow. By the way, the hourglass shape also glows under a black light.
The gang's all here and settled onto the couch.
A close up of Paloma sleeping - we gave her 25mg of Benadryl as a precaution in case she had been stung. At this point, we don't think she actually was, just that she was pinched or that it didn't taste good. A call to the emergency vet revealed the knowledge that dogs don't seem to be affected so much as we might think. Now, if she had developed shaking, seizures, a temp, then we would have needed to get her seen, ASAP. But, the vet said they have never lost a dog to a scorpion sting. Comforting knowledge that was indeed!
Marc built these gates to keep Patriot away from the side gate (which has a dip in the dirt under it) and from being able to get on top of the air conditioning unit. There will be no hopping the fences to get out of the yard. The house is one street away from the wide, open desert - no man's land and the area from which no dog would ever return.
ADDING SOME SHADE
A tiny Navel Orange tree is planted in the desert - hoping to provide the family with sweet pulp and juice.
A Queen Palm is added to bring a little sense of San Diego to the backyard.
An Olive tree is planted. This kind of tree did very well in Albuquerque and will do well here.
There are doggy neighbors on the other side of the fence.
Josh pulling weeds so Paloma couldn't eat them.
"Can we move to where the sun shines?"
You're home, Patriot!
