Reputations changeable, situations tolerable

Handle With Care -- George Harrison -- 1988



Soooooooo......updates:

Took Trevor to work with me for a few hours Friday afternoon. He was shy at first, but quickly warmed up to 2 of my co-workers. By the time we were ready to go home, he was sitting in my friend Jen's lap and refused to get up. Then I took him to the nursing home on Sunday to visit and he did far better than the first time we went. He likes to be the one to approach the patients and visitors. If they come at him, he gets shy and tries to hide behind me. However, he is clearly getting the connection between strangers petting him and the sweet taste of Liver treats. He was loved by all he met, and I am happy to see that he is getting more comfortable with the routine.

Started prepping the kitchen for the new, improved look after the epic installation of the new floor. We are going to paint the walls and the cabinets, so we had to take down the old half-wall wallpaper. Some day, our kitchen will look lovely. Probably not in this millenia, but someday.

Officially finished my Hospice training, sans Trevor. Now I just have to schedule our very first Therapy visit, which might be this week as my friend Kathy asked that I visit her childhood friend. A 50 something woman dying of advanced Breast Cancer metastasized to her brain. So I will see if she can be our very first visit.

The Princess is really sick. Probably a whopping case of the Flu. Body aches, high fever, headache, no appetite. I was there last night at 9:30 to bring her Popsicles and Tylenol. She hates to miss work as they are only allotted 10 sick days per year, but she really is too ill to get out of bed, never mind teach a class of 3 and 4 year olds.

My Mini Poodle Annie has something wrong with her left back leg. She was fine all weekend, and then late Sunday night I noticed that she didn't want to go down the 2 back steps into the yard. We always have some Metacam on hand because my 3 rescues all have issues with joint problems, and my Vet lets me treat minor aches, strains and pulls at home first before subjecting them to medical testing. She always advises me to give them 24 hours of rest and care before contacting her, unless it is a true emergency. She understands the depth of my medical knowledge and experience, and she trusts me. So, I gave Annie a dose of Metacam Sunday night and again yesterday. Usually, the problems start to clear up within a day or 2 of treatment, but Annie seemed more sore this morning, so it will be off to the Vet for an exam and possible x-rays. Annie has very, very loose knees and sometimes they can slip out of place with the slightest misstep. Hopefully, it's just a strain that can heal with rest and medication.

Started a new Rally-O class with Willie last night. He did exceedingly well and we will continue every Monday. He is the easiest of my Poodles to work with, so I think he should be pretty successful. Since I am directionally challenged, it will probably be a completely different story for me.


So, as you can read, things have been relatively boring. Status quo. Nothing of interest to report.




Until it all went wonky. And it wasn't even my fault. Honest.


( Sit back and grab yourself a beverage. This is gonna' be a long, complicated story to follow. But oh so fun!!!)


Saturday evening, I decide to check my e-mail. As I am culling through what to read and what to delete, I come across an e-mail addressed to me with my friend Daryl's name in the subject line. I don't know the person who sent it, but it mentions Poodle rescue so I open it up and proceed to read it. The e-mail, shockingly, is a deliberate copy of all the private e-mails between Daryl and this woman ( the sender who shall remain unnamed because I am not stupid) about a possible placement for a rescued dog. Apparently, this woman took issue with the fact that Daryl wanted to place a small dog into a home with a large one, and became increasingly upset as their e-mail conversations unfolded.

Her solution to her frustration was to take all of the contact names from a previous e-mail that Daryl had sent out ( completely unrelated to the subject at hand), use those names to compile her OWN list and send an angry e-mail to all of DARYL'S contacts regarding what she thought of Daryl's decision!!! She included all of their private conversations in the e-mail that she spammed to all of us, Daryl's friends, co-workers and contacts in rescue!

When I realized what the e-mail was, I sent an e-mail to this woman, whom I had never even heard of before she had the audacity to do this and I advised her that she had no right to cull my name, or anyone else's for that matter and use it to air her complaints about Daryl. I also told her that she also had no right to copy the private e-mails between her and Daryl to an entire group of people without Daryl's permission. I was very clear with her that I NEVER expected her to contact me again, and if she did, I would report her to her ISP Verizon for harassment and spamming. I told her that her issues with Daryl had absolutely NOTHING to do with me or the other people she e-mailed. They occurred between the 2 of them and should have remained between the 2 of them.

By the following morning, this woman e-mailed me again in an angry, threatening and rude tone. She assured me that she had every right to do what she had done and actually had the audacity to accuse me of not caring about what happened to rescued Poodles.

I advised her that I was certainly reporting her behavior to Verizon as I had warned her NOT to e-mail me ever again.

Guess what? She obviously doesn't understand clear, concise language because she e-mailed me AGAIN. To tell me NOT to e-mail her. And to make some threats about reporting me to HER ISP for the content on MY BLOG!! DUH!

She also made a disparaging remark about my Blog entry concerning my new tattoo. Then she had the gall to complain that I had made this issue all ABOUT ME!

Ummmmm, hellooooo.

I didn't e-mail YOU first lady. You e-mailed me and many others. With a stolen list of contacts. With private and protected conversations. With threats and slander and libel. You started this entire ball rolling. You. Alone.

I didn't ask to be involved in this matter at all. Nor did any of the other people you e-mailed. You have made many, many people upset. You have committed serious breaches of internet policies. You have brought this upon yourself, and now you will have to suffer the consequences. Because people WILL NOT be bullied. They WILL NOT be threatened. They WILL NOT sit quietly while you wage your immature and obviously poorly thought out campaign against ONE PERSON who has upset you.

You picked on the wrong person when you picked on me. When you hijacked my e-mail address for your diatribe against another person, you chose unwisely. I know that you have read this Blog. I know when. I know for exactly how long. I know how many pages you viewed. I know where you viewed them from. I hope you read deeply enough to understand that I take threats very, very seriously.

I also hope you are reading this Blog again now. Send your friends on over to read. Make it a group effort. Every time someone reads, they will understand that YOU initiated this entire fiasco. Their visits also raise my Blogger stats!

Then, know this. Complain to your ISP all you want. Complain to Blogger all you want. I have done nothing wrong and have nothing to lose. My Blog content is allowable. My child is safe. My dogs are well cared for. My job is secure. My home is my own. My conscience is clear.

I don't care what you think. I only care about what you do. And, when what you do interferes with my life, I take action.

I have taken action. Unlike you, I have taken appropriate action. I will continue to do so until this matter is resolved to MY satisfaction. You were wrong, and when confronted with your errors, you became angry and threatening. That is NOT acceptable. Ever.


You should have just apologized.