Posted on 07/03/2014 11:39:53 AM PDT by skeptoid
Nome is used to rowdy residents, but some relatively new transplants are making a real nuisance of themselves -- although unlike the colorful characters of the early 20th century gold rush days, these visitors have four legs, not two.
Musk oxen are wandering into the city on the Seward Peninsula, and despite loud noises, water hoses and even a blow-up bear coated in ursine urine, they don't want to leave.
(Excerpt) Read more at adn.com ...
Maybe United Methodist or PC-USA.
We’ll have to take Jake to the vet first thing tomorrow. The bite or scrape or whatever on his neck was healing just fine, but then he started scratching it, and now there’s a real danger that he’ll cut a major blood vessel and bleed to death. Tom and I just bandaged him up with lots of tape; he’s deeply offended.
I should probably run over to Walmart and get a fabric bandage as well. We don’t have a lot of antiseptic tape left; Sally plays with it.
The vet will have to sedate him, stitch him up, and then I don’t know what. Cone of Shame, probably.
I got some of the clingy fabric wrap they put on you after you give blood. Jake feels well enough to eat some sausage Kathleen threw.
Jake has been out there swinging his swords again? Poor Jake. And Jake told me he was proficient in swinging swords. I remember, Jake, the last cone of shame was forced to wear. My Better Half places it (cone of shame) around my neck each night and then threatens to not remove it if I do not fix breakfast and coffee each morning. I believe is best to comply Jake and stop swinging the sword collection. Those females hit hard, Jake. Besides the Vet will be holding the key just as my Better Half does to the cone of shame.
Shannon is watching nervously to see if we’re going to wrap tape around her neck, and there’s a White Cat in the flowerbed who probably has something to do with this problem. Poor Jake.
Does Shannon swing swords too?
Prayers up! Many of us have worn the Cone of Shame. I’m not particularly ashamed. I am, however, especially prayerful. God Bless!
Shannon eviscerates with words. “Nyarrrrrr. Nyik ACKag!”
Thank you. In less than 12 hours, we can be on the doorstep of Indian Trail Animal Hospital, where Your Pets Get the Best Vets!
Prayers up for White Kitty, too!
Have you ever noticed that my kitties speak Vietnamese while your kitties seem to speak Farsi? Must be a generational thing. Anyway, prayers continuing! Nightey!
Ninja .... Lady. Bow and Arrows.
Maybe it’s their breeding. Thanks for your prayers. Jake was parked on the keyboard of DP’s laptop, but DP made him get off ... with the reasonable point that bleeding on the keyboard would be bad. But it was warm!
for you and yours SG ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q06AvQF5NOw
Just had to give Jake more tape. Soon he’ll be wrapped from the ears around past his forelegs. Not a bad idea, actually, we have enough tape!
Maybe the vet can give him a long-lasting tranquilizer shot, like they did to Agnes when she had a nervous breakdown after Anoreth was born. She got up only to eat and use the box for about a month.
No doubt will take a tranquilizer shot to unwrap Jake. Maybe Kathleen should supervise this procedure of the Jake wrap? Know Kathleen will make certain Jake is wrapped, wrapped and wrapped.
I considered using duct tape, but the clingy-blood-test tape doesn’t adhere to his fur, so the whole dressing (which keeps growing) should come off easily enough. I know it’s not too tight, because he keeps eating!
The reason for the dispute, perhaps.
Jake is still securely bandaged this morning. He’s upset that Shannon was allowed to go outside, while he isn’t.
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