Diezel William Jagger
We went to visit the baby at the hospital and I was amazed at the security they enforce. You have to fill out a little card when you first go in and then they give you a plastic keycard. You then have to scan that on the family card reader before it will even move the elevator to the 3rd floor. Only 4 visitors are allowed at any given time and you have to wait till others come down and switch out with you. At first only one person came down so I had to wait till one of the other #@%^&’* decided to let me go up, they knew the rules and could have come down in the first place.
They also put a device on the baby’s ankle that sets off an alarm if someone tries to take them from the 3rd floor. I’m all for security since babies are stolen all the time, but I had no clue that they had made all these changes within the last few years. You can’t even view the baby photo’s unless you have a hospital number and a special patient number. Makes me wonder if they have had any incidents in the past 3 years. Chris had a really nice, big room all to herself, but she said the bed was very uncomfortable. She went in Friday morning and left the hospital Saturday evening.
So far all is well. I guess everyone will be calling the little guy different names, but since they named him Diezel that’s what I will use, Bill said he was going to call him little Will, the Mother’s parents are opting for little D and DW. I wonder what the little guy will opt for when he gets older. Bill’s Son picked the name Diezel and the Mother liked Jagger so he now has two middle names, William and Jagger at least they put part of his Pappy’s name in there.
Bill had quite a shock last night to say the least when he was talking to the oldest Grandson, Nate after he and Mom had gone to visit the newest edition to the family. He was telling Pappy that they were on their way home after meeting Diesel. Of course I’m not sure how they are going to spell that, but Pappy thought it was a big joke and told Nate to put his Mommy on.
Jodi confirmed that was the name they had decided on, Diesel William. Of course Bill isn’t going to believe that til he hears it from them directly. They had talked about naming him Blade before and Bill blew up over that one, but I’m thinking Blade sounds better than Diesel which knowing how they pick names will probably be spelled with a z Diezel, but we aren’t sure yet.
Well, so long as the little guy is okay I guess we can figure out something to call him besides that. There was a strep infection(GBS) in the birth canal and they delayed the birth for 3 and a half hours while they pumped penicillin through her body and to make sure the baby had the antibiotic in his blood stream. I have no clue why they didn’t just perform a C section so there would be no chance of him getting something.
They now have to watch him closely for a month to make sure he is going to be okay. I looked GBS -group B strep up online and found a lot of disturbing information. Hopefully the little guy with this weird name will be okay. I still can’t believe a parent would actually stick a name like that on a little baby, I’m really hoping it’s a big joke and the birth certificate will have Bill and his son’s name registered there with a 4th after it.
There’s a commercial on TV that I have to walk away from every time it comes on with those poor little animals that have been abused. I honestly can’t see how anyone can watch it and not cry, it’s heartbreaking. No, I’m not going to rant about abuse or all those poor babies that get euthanized because no one wants them or they can’t be rehabilitated.
When I was looking for information about the little Westie Bill picked out to join our family I ran across the ten commandments for responsible pet owners. The author is unknown so I can’t give due credit, but I felt like posting it here. Thinking and reflecting about my Shadow they really made me cry. I miss my Shadow with all my heart and numbers 9, 10, and 11 really got to me. I’m trying to give Obie a good, happy, structured home and I’ll no doubt post updates as he grows.
Obie
The Commandments For a Responsible Pet Owner
- My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be very painful.
- Give me time to understand what you want of me.
- Place your trust in me, it is crucial for my well-being.
- Don’t be angry with me for too long, and don’t lock me up as punishment.
- You have your work, your friends, your entertainment. I have only YOU.
- Talk to me. Even if I don’t understand your words, I understand your voice when it’s speaking to me.
- Be aware that however you treat me, I’ll never forget it.
- Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to.
- Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, I’ve been out in the sun too long, and my heart may be getting old and weak.
- Take care of me when I get old. You, too, will grow old.
- Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, “I can’t bear to watch it”, or, “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, I Love You!
Author Unknown
Original with Author credit
The 10 Commandments From a Pet’s Point of View
- My life is likely to last 10-15 years, any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that before you buy me.
- Give me time to understand what you want from me, don’t be impatient, short-tempered, or irritable.
- Place your trust in me and I will always trust you back. Respect is earned not given as an inalieable right.
- Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment, I am not capable of understanding why? I only know I have been rejected, you have your work entertainment and friends I only have you.
- Talk to me sometimes, even if I don’t understand your words I understand your voice and your tone, “you only have to look at my tail”.
- Be aware that however you treat me I’ll never forget it, and if it’s cruel it may affect me forever.
- Please don’t hit me I can’t hit back, but I can bite and scratch and I really don’t ever want to do that.
- Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right foods or I’ve been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak, I may be just dog tired.
- Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old and may also need love, care, comfort, and attention.
- Go with me on difficult journeys, never say, “I can’t bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence”. Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, irrespective of what you do I will always love you.
- © Stan Rawlinson 1993
Dog Behaviourist and Obedience Trainer
www.doglistener.co.uk
0208 979 2019 I changed this slightly from my initial 1993 poem
this is the final draft version 1998
I didn’t post much over the holidays due to sad circumstances, but I had mentioned we were going to Bill’s daughters house for Christmas Eve to open presents and our annual dinner. We had bought the easel for Nate and put it together, but didn’t take it in til later because it was too big to wrap. Bill had cut the cardboard picture on the box for me and I wrapped it along with his paints and chalk and markers.
I instructed Nate to open all of the supplies that were wrapped and saved the cardboard present for last. I managed to get at least one photo of the confusion on the little guys face when he was asking what he was suppose to do with that before we went and got the real easel which made him very happy as you can see from the photos below. Yes, I know mean Nana, but we all had a good time that night.
Shadow/My Eskie/3 Months/8-5-99 – 12-26-09
Eric/My Son/2 Months/5-19-70 – 12-29-08
My last post was on the 23rd of 2009 and today is Jan 5th, 2010 I have not been myself and I knew December was going to be rough for me because Shadow fell and hurt himself on the 24th of December 08 and my Son passed on the 29th 08.
My Shadow couldn’t walk for 9 months and then all of a sudden he decided it was time to get up and move and we thought everything was going to be okay. We had to have a tumor removed from his lip on Nov. 19th and he seemed to be doing great.
Dec. 24th he seemed depressed and refused to eat and then he started regurgitating, he passed away and left us very heartbroken on the 26th. In my mind he was totally human and intertwined in my heart with Eric, it was as if they were one in my mind.
Sadie got sick on Jan. 1st and we rushed her to the emergency animal hospital, but she is doing fine now, that is our other furry daughter and we didn’t want to lose her too. So all and all the last 2 Christmases have been the worse of my life, I’m skipping Dec from now on.
I don’t know when I’ll get back to posting or dropping on a regular bases, so take care friends and I hope your holidays were good ones.
