This weekend saw two rescues at the Tefi homefront.
Wolfgang, a beautiful white huskie, came up to me on Saturday as Jason and I were unloading the car after a trip to the nursery. With a nudge Wolfgang introduced himself and wouldn't leave my side. Now he's in our backyard waiting for us to find him a "forever" home. He's super sweet, neutered, well-mannered, knows "sit", loves car rides, and hates no one. I took him to
Rutherford and am currently treating him for a severe ear infection, but other than that he's per-fect. We named him Wolfgang, and he likes the name just fine.
Then today, after spending most of the day in bed sick with sinus crud, I went outside with Wolfgang and Oliver for some fresh air. Suddenly, Oli started going ca-razy over in the bushes. I finally got sick of his barking and went to see what he was barking at. I shoved him over to find this curled up and shaking:
When I realized she wasn't dead, I scooped her up and held her swaddled in a towel for about 20 minutes to warm her up. I knew enough about stress and trauma to get her warm before doing anything else. I dubbed her Possy, and she was with me for about 6 hours. Joe from
DFW Wildlife Coalition came to get her. He said she's about 3 months old and was recently abandoned by her mother. Apparently, that's what mother opossums do when they've got too many babies to schlep around. He also told us that opossums do not carry any diseases -as marsupials, their body temp is too low to harbor parvo, rabies, etc. They also don't bite, and are very slow and docile. Possy lay cuddled in a precious hairy lump for a couple hours, then spent the rest of the time huddled in a corner and on a hot water bottle that I put in her cage. Joe will rehabilitate her for about a month and then free her (and others in his care) up near Denton. Fare thee well, little Possy!
I just finished making, photographing and listing some new magnets I made out of the maps I used on my travels to Barcelona, Nice, Rome, Boston and San Francisco.
Each weekday evening at 5:30 I have the distinct honor of switching off my computer, pushing in my ergonomic desk chair, switching off the fluorescent office light and heading down the elevator to my car to meet Ian who always has a smile for me. After saying our good-byes to my mom, Ian and I head home. I love home. It's warm and smells like us. The floors are a little dirty and there are boxes of tiny baby clothes piling up in the front living room, waiting to be hauled away. The IKEA furniture is cheap and the vintage knick-knacks cute. Oliver keeps watch out the front window and barks at the squirrels, opposums and raccoons who live in our back yard. The porch light comes on at dusk and that's when Ian roams the halls, stuffing random items into my purse. We start dinner - something yummy and homemade for all - and tune into something on the TV. (Yes, we watch TV around our toddler, and without apologies.) Life is short and so are our evenings together. At 7 we eat; at 8 Ian gets a bath; at 8:30 I nurse him to sleep. By 10 I'm asleep snuggled next to him; Jason turns in a little later. I love home. 
Today I bought some incredibly adorable raku house beads (above) handcrafted by Mary of Jubilee. I found her in the latest issue of Stringing magazine where her house beads were featured. I cannot wait to get them and create something sweet and adorable for you. Check back soon to see what I made! (Also pictured: Chubby Little House #75 by Fishstikks)
Handmade Home by Amanda Blake Soule Alabama Stitch Book by Natalie Chanin Simple Sewing for Baby by Lotta Jansdotter
Adios to the plastic bins and rolly cart that used to hold all this stuff!
Wolfgang, a beautiful white huskie, came up to me on Saturday as Jason and I were unloading the car after a trip to the nursery. With a nudge Wolfgang introduced himself and wouldn't leave my side. Now he's in our backyard waiting for us to find him a "forever" home. He's super sweet, neutered, well-mannered, knows "sit", loves car rides, and hates no one. I took him to Rutherford and am currently treating him for a severe ear infection, but other than that he's per-fect. We named him Wolfgang, and he likes the name just fine. 
Then today, after spending most of the day in bed sick with sinus crud, I went outside with Wolfgang and Oliver for some fresh air. Suddenly, Oli started going ca-razy over in the bushes. I finally got sick of his barking and went to see what he was barking at. I shoved him over to find this curled up and shaking: 
When I realized she wasn't dead, I scooped her up and held her swaddled in a towel for about 20 minutes to warm her up. I knew enough about stress and trauma to get her warm before doing anything else. I dubbed her Possy, and she was with me for about 6 hours. Joe from DFW Wildlife Coalition came to get her. He said she's about 3 months old and was recently abandoned by her mother. Apparently, that's what mother opossums do when they've got too many babies to schlep around. He also told us that opossums do not carry any diseases -as marsupials, their body temp is too low to harbor parvo, rabies, etc. They also don't bite, and are very slow and docile. Possy lay cuddled in a precious hairy lump for a couple hours, then spent the rest of the time huddled in a corner and on a hot water bottle that I put in her cage. Joe will rehabilitate her for about a month and then free her (and others in his care) up near Denton. Fare thee well, little Possy! 
