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Nun Playing A Violin

Although this is a print, it is an antique print. The original was a painting from the Italian Renaissance. The painter and subject are unknown. The face of the nun appears very young. Which is not a surprise, since families often sent a daughter to the convent. Often, the families just couldn’t afford a dowery for more than one girl, and sometimes they couldn’t afford one. A young woman would go to the convent ready to serve the church. Gardening, cleaning, praying, helping the poor. Mother Superior was in charge of the fate of the young lady.

This print reminds me of an educated lady, grieving for her family. Maybe it is an evening of a full moon where the light hits the courtyard just right, and the echo of her violin playing brings tears to the eyes of the other young ladies that have come to the convent. Young ladies that miss their families, and their old way of life.

Of course, there were young ladies that came to the convent and had a better life after they were surrounded by other young ladies. There would have been young ladies that would be able to eat good food once they were in the convent. I was once told that city poor was much different than country poor. If you were poor and lived in the city it was a little tougher to obtain fresh food. If you were poor in the country one could glean from neighboring farmers, there were eggs from chickens, and one could grow some of their own food.

Looking at old images really makes me grateful to live here and now. I am so thankful, and appreciate our ancestors, each and everyone of them. The lives they had were not easy! The choices they had to make were so different, and so far removed from the world we live in today.

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Our Dying Dog

December 24, 2007 Sadie and Sheba were born. In March of 2008, we made the trip to Northern California to pick up the two of them. We read so much material on Cane Corso. We talked on the phone several times, and emailed the breeder. We were looking for a dog that would be a family friendly dog, and one that would live at the ranch we had in escrow. (We didn’t get that one)

We thought, we would have everything all ready, the truck to haul things and two villa dogs. We used the truck to go pick up the dogs, and we brought our little dogs, a Maltese and Yorkie with us to meet the big dogs. We met the dogs, but just as the breeder told us, they needed time to adjust. We brought them home, and they were so great. We loved them so much. The kids played with them, and they slept in the same house for at least a month. They just didn’t want to sleep in the bigger houses we got them. We also didn’t have the heart to make them stay outside. At the time, we were living in Oakland. We would take them for a walk around the neighborhood, but anytime we were going to San Luis Obispo, we loaded them in the truck, in their crates and took them with us. The whole system was pretty elaborate!!

Sadie and Sheba were always with the family. The two dogs were opposites, and we would talk about what they imagined. They went to bed in their own room, at ten. We would make up stories about them…Sadie always looked like she had something on her mind, and we imagined she had her own blog, and would reedit the pages over and over. Sheba, is more carefree, and we would joke that she probably did not know how to type, but used a blue crayon to draw pictures.

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When we finally purchased our property the dogs transitioned from city to country dogs very well. Sadie and Sheba loved running around the 41 acres. It was like freedom they need imagined. When they would finally stop, Sadie looked like she had a smile on her face, which was different since she always had a grimace look naturally.

Earlier this year, Sadie was limping, and at first we were thinking that maybe she just sprained her leg running. About a week later she started lifting that leg up, and not using it at times. At night she was crying while she was trying to get comfortable. We decided we better take her to the vet. The vet told us that her leg was most likely cancer. The only way they could be 100% certain was to take her leg off, and have it biopsied.

He told us we had some tough decisions to make about her, especially since her quality of life would be an issue. We decided to give her the best life we could. She loved running, and for her to lose her leg at her age with the cancer growing would be unfair to her. She took morphine, and an anti-inflammatory. She still went outside, but had a hard time catching her breath after running. She was like a greyhound when she would run. I’ve never seen a big dog run as fast as she could.

A couple of weeks ago, she came inside and panting really hard. I turned on the over head fan, and she caught her breath. Last week, she was eating less, and not drinking as much water. My son took her outside, and when she came back inside, she could not catch her breath again. I got down on the floor, and started petting her. I asked my son to turn on the fan, and I opened the french door. She was lying there on the floor, and I could see in her eyes that she was worried, and more than usual. She walked into her room, and I followed her into her room. I was petting her, and told her…Don’t worry Sadie, we love you, and want you to let go if you feel this is your time”. ¬†She came back into the family room, and she was very restless, just as humans that are dying. I went to wake up my husband and daughter to tell them to make sure they said good bye to Sadie.

Our whole family was gathered in the family room. Everyone petted her, and she went around and put her head on the shoulder of my daughter. She gave Sadie a big hug, and then she put her head in the lap of my husband. Sheba came over to sniff Sadie, and put her head on her for a minute, then moved away from her. Sadie went to the middle of the sofa, and turned her head away from us. My husband and I continued to pet her. Her heart stopped beating, and her four legs went up in the air at the same time. Her nerves were still allowing some breathes of air release from her body. My husband and I carried her to her room, wrapped up her body until we could give her a service the next morning.

Its been a little over a week that we had to say goodbye to Sadie, and Sheba is still healthy. I believe it did a world of good to have Sadie say goodbye on her own terms, and her sister knew what happened instead of having her just missing one day. Sadie was a blessing, and I am grateful for everyday we had with her! Here are some more photos of Sadie….IMG_0110

 

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Boo Boo’s and Honey

When we first moved to the country it was a little bit of a transition. I had only visited relatives that lived in the country, and had no experience being a country girl. Ya know, you live and you learn. One of my big lessons was never take both of the Cane Corsi out for a walk on a leash at the same time in moccasins.

It was late at night, the wind was blowing cool air in all the French doors. There was the sound of the crickets, and the chirping of the frogs that seemed to sing to us. The chickens are quiet at night, I am guessing it is a survival instinct.

The girls went to the door, and put their huge paws on the door to indicate they wanted to go outside. Everyone was tired, and no one really wanted to walk the dogs. I thought…I just take both of them at the same time. It started off fine. We were walking down our own county road when all the sudden Saddie barked at something hiding in the shadows. I could not see what it was, but both of them were getting harder to hold. Sadie ran after what ever it was, and I tried to hold on to the leash. The two of them drug me over the rocks for a few seconds. I was lying on the road with my pride injured more than my body. Sheba would not leave my side when she heard me moan in pain. She helped me back up, and I limped to the kitchen.

I cleaned up my legs, one of them was more damaged than the other one. I added honey to a wet wash cloth, and then put ice packs over it. Many years ago I read how the Egyptians used honey as an antibacterial shield. I used this method everyday for the whole week. Since my leg was pretty swollen from the road rash. Here is what my leg looked like after the incident. So, after this, I did not walk the two girls together again. Today, is their 9th birthday! Happy Birthday Sadie and Sheba. I still have no idea what Sadie went after that evening, but she came back safe!

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Villa Dogs

 This is Sheba, one of three of our cane corsi. She is seven, and loves to play. She also loves to lounge around the house. We can’t trust her around the chickens. She hasn’t killed any chickens, but she will chase them.  
  

    

Saddie, she is more of a runner. When she gets out, she wants to run like a greyhound. Long walks to mailbox are her favorite. She also loves her room my husband created for the dogs under the staircase. In fact, if humans are watching a movie she is not enjoying…she goes to her room.

  

Sheba wanted her photo taken, but it didn’t take long for Sasha to photo bomb  her.

  

Here is the second time Sasha wanted to aggravate Sheba.

 

Sheba is mad.