Monday

I’m done with that bohemian crap for now. Due to a series of miscalculations… And out dated information, I buried Star about dusk. Parvo again. She had been vaccinated, but unfortunately, too early. See, pups are immune through the mothers milk until six weeks of age. At six weeks they get the shot, then another two weeks later and four weeks up until sixteen weeks of age. Some of this information I got from my Ex’s Step Daddy who’s a big Coon Hunter, which correlates with what I found on line. I had taken star over the mountain to Tennessee with me Friday night and she started showing symptoms Saturday on the way back. Sunday she just layed around, I took her scouting with me, she walked nearly a mile. Monday it was clear. I took her to work with me feeding her Muscle Milk in a squirt bottle every half hour. I would have told you she was going to make it. I got up and fed her at 2 in the morning, she’s still hanging in there…At 0600, she was un responsive. I was told she died about 0900.
When it was discovered that the last litter had parvo…He had been given the mama dog, which had it, the boy was out of town. Another guy went and gave the new litter shots, but he did at three weeks of age. I had it mixed up. My Ex’s Step Daddy, Gary, reminded me to shoot her up but to was too late. She was at six weeks when I got her, she was no longer immune despite the shot. She could have gotten it anywhere’s from where she came from to Mikes with his youngest daughter handing her up to me to here. I’m thinking here, somewhere I didn’t kill it.

Yeah, it sucks, but I’m trying to take it in stride. I don’t know how Mikes pups are doing today. As soon as I told him he sent one of his girls out for shots. He had dealt with it before with his daddy’s dogs. Bohemian Like You is on the radio, I can’t escape Bohemianism.

I’m getting a new dog already, Bell, a Blue Tick bitch about 14 months old. Gary has not been able to hunt her much, and she’s to “mouthy” for him. He has six dogs but the way he hunts he only hunts a couple at a time. So, he’s given her to me. He say’s she tree’s, hates a coon, but she will need to be worked. So, I’ll see what I can do with her.

Now for the funny part is, I thought I left my wallet at home. I turned the place upside down twice. I went back to work at 2000hrs dumpster diving to make sure I had not put it in the trash. I found a 12Gauge 3 ½ “ magnum, a bandless Swiss Army watch and Tomcatkittens perfume in my couch. I thought I gave that back to her? My Mother calls…She had grim news, which I’ll touch later. I told her I’m looking for my wallet. “Well, your house must be getting cluttered”…This is not the time and place…nor hers…I got short with her. My Military ID, Drivers Licenses, Debit Card, Hunting Licenses, my Ranger Coin…How could I lose it. I had to borrow $20 from a coworker for gas. I’ve got Drill this weekend and I need that stuff. This morning it dawned on me, I had emptied my pockets at the scale at work to weigh myself. There it was laying on a pallet at work. I had to laugh…I’m in such a habit of placing it in the right place in the mornings…

Grim news…My Cousins Husband passed from Liver cancer. His liver shut down yesterday and he passed just before midnight. Jerry was always smiling and often singing. He was a True Christian and an Independent Thinker. As a teenager, I had recommitted to Christ*, and he informed me that there would be no more coincides in my life…He was right. Through him it was set in me to realize that God was a God of Love, though it took me years to realize he was not a God of anger. Through the summer Jerry was in allot of pain, yet, he was just as pleasant and nice to people. He understood the white wash of politics, he knew that everyone from the County to the Federal Government was pouring water down our backs, and, talked about it with a smile. Once at a family get together, I don’t remember what over, he said “Tamaetoe, tahmahtoe…Which is it?” The jest being just because you slap a label on something doesn’t mean it’s different if not in principle. Jerry Gunter was a man of principle, and he’s on the other side of that white light smiling and singing.



* In my more mature hind sight, I realize I was just not acting like I thought I should. There was no real faultier in my faith.

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