Northern Woods Studio

I did serious rescue from 2007 to 2010, bringing up from the south and rehoming about 3000 dogs and puppies. My last summer of serious rescue, I took three dogs from a local vet who was the clearing house for dogs in this area. If I didn't take them, they were going to die. I put them in the kennel we were renting. Since they came from the northeast, I assumed they had their vaccinations. One of them got very ill, with tremors and seizures, and then the other two.  My vet told me he thought it was distemper, as they had a case in the office the other day. Distemper??? I had dealt with parvo hundreds of times, but never distemper.  My vet said he hadn't vaccinated the three dogs I brought in. I was stunned. I knew all the adult dogs at the kennel would be fine, as they had all had their vaccines, even the rescue dogs, but I had 9 unvaccinated puppies. One by one, they got ill, and either died or I had to have them euthanized. The one who loved me the most, BamBam, hung on for w...

I've been kind of in a funk. Actually, I've been in a big funk. I plan on doing something creative when I get home every day, but all I do is go sit on the couch. I'm a big couch potato. I'm thinking I might have intimidated myself a bit, because up until December when I was in the studio a lot, I was making some more complicated work, which I really loved. Now, when I go in, I'm so rusty, I can't even solder. I dissolved in a pool of tears last week, and went back into the house to sit on the couch. Again.  I've tried all sorts of things to get out of this funk: yoga, music, meditation, journeying, forcing myself to go into my studio for jewelry and my basement for pottery. The only things I've done recently are urns, because they are custom ordered and paid for, so I do them out of respect for the people and the animals they lost. But everything else: nothing.  Not even some cool new stones have motivated me to get my butt in gear. I ord...