Speaking of instinct, just over four years ago, Saachi attacked Affie and ripped her lower mandible off her face. Yes, you read that correctly.
Saachi was always food-anxious and one morning, as I prepared their meal she just snapped. The way Affie’s injuries turned out we figure she had jumped up to say good morning and Saachi just switched.
Saachi swung the poor girl from side to side and it took both me and my aunt to pull them apart. We rushed Affie to emergency where she stabilized. The hospital kept her mouth closed in a makeshift sling so her jaw wouldn’t just hang then two days later she went through severe dental surgery.
The dental specialist told us this was the most complex surgery he had done. Her entire lower jaw had separated from the rest of her skull. The right break was clean while the left side completely shattered. Thankfully, the muscles remained intact so it was just a matter of her bone healing properly. Unfortunately, there was a 50/50 chance Affie would be paralyzed on her left side.
The surgeon clamped her jaw shut with a wire on both sides and said we just had to hope the bone would heal properly.
We spent 5 months taking Affie out on leash, keeping her from jumping, running, going up/down the stairs (she also broke her leg), weathering the cold, her tantrums, and vomiting her meds on purpose but the time finally came to see how well her face healed.
She went into a second surgery to remove her rotted teeth (we couldn’t brush them while she was healing) and wires and we found out that everything healed perfectly well. She was 100% healed, no paralysis!
But, back to Saachi really quickly. I never felt anger towards her. After all, she was a dog who acted on instinct. She felt threatened and she attacked. It ended in more injuries just because of their size difference. After all, Saachi was 10 times bigger than Affie. And what was really amazing was how forgiving Affie was! They did drift apart slightly after the attack but Affie forgave Saachi ten days after her surgery, she went up to her wagged her tail and licked her nose. I may not go on instinct like a dog but I don’t know if I’d be that forgiving towards the person who tried to kill me!
Smiling seven days later!
We were extremely lucky Affie was too stubborn to die and now four years later it is like nothing ever happened!
Hi, my name is Monica and I have RA.
What if dogs relied less on instinct and just spent a few seconds more thinking ideas through?? I guess life with them would not be as entertaining.
I think my favorite part about this stamper is I can transfer the stamp straight onto the nail. The stamper head is squishy I do not have to roll it from side to side or up and down. This eliminates any stretching of the image.
I did notice that this stamper is more temperamental than most. All squishy stampers are sensitive but this CJS is definitely more so. I have to make sure I use it on a completely flat surface or the image does not transfer from the stamping plate.
I tried several polishes (metallics, cremes, and stamping polishes) and noticed some key differences. This stamper works well with thin, smooth colors but has trouble with glitter and shimmers.
As of now, I have not experienced any deterioration (I use medical tape to clean and prime the stamper) but am very careful to keep acetone away from it.
I noticed him hanging around the window for about a month before I named and penned him my pet. He was old so he no longer glowed but he was smart. He hung out on my plants to get water then he’d wander around the room.
During the day he hangs out on the drawers next to where I sit. He feeds on crumbs that I leave him. He especially likes chocolate. When I try to take it away from him but he aggressively waves his antennae at me!
I was an only child and there were few other children my age in the vicinity so my parents let me play outside most of the time, running around, playing in the trees, chasing bugs, birds and other wild life. I thoroughly enjoyed my time outside.
But nature was not just abundant outside the home. We kept plants in almost every room of the house. My favorite was an aloe vera plant that probably got a little too much use. I was a curious and clumsy kid. Whenever I fell down and scraped my knees, or cut myself on a tree branch my mother cut a portion of the leaf and rubbed the gel over the wound. That was probably one of my favorite things ever! It was just so neat how a little leaf could produce that cool, soothing gel.
Now, so many years later, I still keep an aloe vera plant in my room. It does not get as much use because I am too terrified of my autoimmunity (I run the risk of infection every time I cut myself) but it’s a nice reminder of my childhood and my love of the outdoors.
