So our veterinarian says he needs a urine sample from our seventy-pound, six-year-old dog Lucy to properly diagnose her sudden, occasional incontinence. Yeah, sure, Stew said, without considering the logistics: How do you collect pee from a large dog used to roaming a seven-acre-plus ranch?
After considering a small sauce pan and other options, Stew settled on a longish plastic container that he would cleverly slip under Lucy just as she squatted. Can’t imagine how you would collect the stuff from male dogs, with their merry spritz-here-and-there approach to peeing.
During the past two days Stew has been stalking Lucy like a pervert, trying to slip the container under just at the right time, but so far no luck.
Last night we went out again, with the container, a flashlight and the two other dogs who kept meddling in this tricky procedure as if they were missing out on something. They peed merrily but poor Lucy kept cowering and looking over her shoulder, as if she was being punished.
Finally Stew just let her off the leash and she ran off, relieved to be free and freely relieve herself in some dark spot of the ranch, in privacy, away from the expectant eyes of her two masters. The indignities pets we have put up with, pets would say, but they don’t know what owners have to suffer too.
This morning, at exactly 6:08 a.m., a far happier event: A flyover by the International Space Station, slicing the northeastern skies just as the sun was readying to rise from behind the mountains. The sighting lasted only three or four minutes but it was unmistakable, a tiny but very bright LED light, steadily going east as if seeking cover.
|A beautiful metal bird, even from 300 miles away. (Thanks to NASA or whoever for the photo)|
Though our main bedroom has a straight-on view of the sun rising, we’ve almost taken the spectacle for granted. Today we got to sit on the back terrace and enjoy a double feature: the majestic natural sunrise and a fleeting sighting of the man-made station. The air was light-jacket cool and the only sounds came from a couple donkeys braying in the distance.
|Sunrise shortly after Space Station flyby.|
Because the space station flew by for only a few minutes some might say “big deal.” They would be people with no imagination. You need to look at that artificial meteor and imagine the rest.
This twelve-year-old wonder flies overhead at an average altitude of three-hundred miles and a speed of over seventeen thousand miles per hour. Its altitude is pretty low compared to some man-made satellites that cruise thousands of miles above the earth. It has been populated by scientists from fifteen countries. Friction from the atmosphere slows down the station and causes it to lose altitude, so boosters periodically have to goose it back up to the proper levels of each.
The station looks like a gawky Erector Set bird, with wings approximately three-hundred-fifty-five feet long and covered with solar panels. It’s constantly being expanded with sections and modules supplied by the U.S., Russia, Japan, Europe and Canada, and launched from a space station in Russia. It’s present weight is almost one million pounds.
[Russia: Has someone informed freshman U.S. Sen. Ted Cruz (R-Texas) about this? There might some communists lurking around in all that labyrinth of hardware overhead.]
Exactly what the space station does is admittedly hard for average European or Canadian taxpayers to figure out though they are footing the bill. The combined station budget has to be a giant pot of tens of billions of euros, dollars, rubles and yens.
The latest addition to the station is the two billion dollar Alpha Magnetic Spectrometer experiment to determine the origin and nature of antimatter.
Indeed. I diligently tried to find out a bit more about the station’s various experiments and gadgets. All I can figure is that antimatter must be what fills my head with when I try to think about this stuff.
Nevertheless I figure this contraption probably cost a hell of lot less than the Iraq war cost U.S. taxpayers—more than two trillion dollars and still counting—while promoting international cooperation and science, however obscure. At least it doesn’t go around destroying things and people and pissing everyone off.
Back on earth the Lucy dilemma remains unsolved. After a couple of antibiotic pills, variously concealed in a mixture of dog food, cat milk and pieces of hot dogs, she seems to be getting better. So the urine sample may be unnecessary, a great relief for her and Stew.
In fact we hope she can join us tonight at 8:14 p.m. when that beautiful spaceship and its six astronauts will go over the ranch again. This morning the two cats paced the terrace meowing while the station flew over their heads. We thought it was excitement about space exploration but no. They were just hungry.
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The newspaper reported this morning that the space station may have uncovered some proof of the existence of black matter — or it may simply have been some other identified entity. Like you, my mind begins to wander when an expert tries to describe black matter to me. But the topic sounds fascinating — in the abstract.
Love it. Nunca imagine que se podría ver la Space Station desde algunos partes.
I have the email address of the man who was in charge of this magnificent scientific experiment. He is now 76 years old, his name is Ken Cox and he has written a couple of books with astronauts. When I'm at he and his wife's home and he starts trying to explain things to me, I just go blank. Now I wish I could tell you about the think tank stuff he is still involved in. Quite an amazing man. I'm serious if you want his email address I'll privately email it to you!
Al, well said, we are exploring the space even when we can't figure it out how to cure a dog's problem. However, I totally agree with you, that's money well spent if we compare it with the wasted resources killing people in foreign countries for the wrong reasons.
Hysterical bit about getting a urine sample. I laughed out loud. Having pets myself, I can empathize with your plight. I can't imagine trying to get a urine sample from either cat. Can't the vet just catheterize her?Saludos,Kim GSan Miguel de AllendeWhere we are visiting your lovely town for one more day.
On a more earthly plane…re: Lucy the Pee-Pot. We just started having the incontinence issue with our 3-1/2 year old Mexico rescue. We had all the urine tests done (USA vet, they just catheterized her!) and all was clear. The diagnosis is reactive urinary incontinence, apparently an issue that can develop with female dogs who have been spade. Their sphincter gets lax (yikes, lots of bad joke material there!) and they start pee-leaking without even knowing they are doing it. It is a major hassle, especially if they've been allowed to be on the furniture (ahem…). At any rate, the treatment underway right now is a new medication that has a low dose estrogen as a component. I can get the name for you if you want–there are other meds for this but they can wreak havoc on them in other ways. This med is given enough to build up (hopefully) “sphincter tightness” (restrain yourself from thinking on this one too much) and then quickly tapering to the lowest dose that still induces the desired result of NO pee leaks (or Depends for Dogs). If they stay on it too long they can develop other unwanted side effects like mammary development or acting like they are going into heat. Isn't this a fun topic for your blog? 🙂 At any rate, I also received some info on a natural supplement that might work, but we are waiting to see if the Rx works first. The bad news is they have to be on it at some level for the rest of their life. The good news is that at least in the USA the medication is not expensive ($20 a month or less). Also, they can develop this later in life, as time passes since they were spade and things start to go more lax so to speak. Geez, this post is just bursting with fodder for a lot of really cheesy jokes. At any rate, that's the news on the urinary front (or bottom, depending on how you look at it…)–hope it helps!
Geesh Al: A pet pee problem, the space stationflyover AND a Ted Cruz rant…all in 1 blog posting? You gotta Focus Boy, Focus!
Absolutely wonderful photos. What colors–and the compositions were inspired. As for the dolls…definitely disturbing and strange. Especially the heads on sticks, which remind me of some of the statues in SMA.
Black matter is nothing if not abstract, I think. Stew and I tried to watch a series of DVDs about the Hubble telescope and after ninety minutes decided it was all too complicated. al
Actually, Lucy straightened herself out thanks to antibiotics or God knows what. I think getting a sample from a cat may actually be easier.al
Victoria: Try not to think about the dolls before going to sleep at night.al
At some level they are all related, and Muslim terrorists too.al
Our vet mentioned exactly what you said in note, about estrogen problems in spayed dogs can lead to incontinence. It can also lead to mammary tumors if they dog had puppies before it was spayed. I'll mention the drug with the estrogen to the vet. Good news is that Lucy somehow stopped peeing out of place. Don't know if it was the antibiotics (animal and people doctors here tend to throw antibiotics at everything) of if she straightened out by herself. Hope you can work out the problem with your dog.al