The day after the 4th and my Facebook feed is filled with photos of missing and found dogs spooked by fireworks. One post included a photo of a sweet Pit Bull who jumped into a stranger’s car out of fear. I swear, even after all those posts about the phenomenon, some people never learn.
If you are one of those whose pet is missing, here are a few tips:
- Let as many people know as possible that your pet is missing. Call the local animal control office, shelter, and rescues. Post to local Facebook groups for lost and found pets. Text your neighbors and ask them to be on the lookout. Ask to be notified regardless. Some folks won’t necessarily tell you if they found your pet deceased; make sure they understand you’ll need that closure.
- Call local vet clinics. If your pet was injured, a good-hearted person likely took your dog or cat to a vet clinic for treatment. Don’t be a dick and leave that Good Samaritan holding the bag when it comes to paying the bill.
- Cats tend to not venture far, so leave out a recently worn article of clothing to attract your cat with your scent. Some folks will tell you to leave out a litter box, but I’ve been advised that may simply attract other cats to your home, which could keep your cat from returning.
- Dogs may roam, especially if spooked, so widen your search area.
- If you receive tips of a credible siting, leave food and water along with an article of recently worn clothing in the area and check regularly.
- Don’t give up! Sometimes it takes weeks to be reunited. Keep calling around and looking.
Last night I gave Molly her Trazadone a couple of hours before dark, yet she still was frightened. So were the cats. I live about a mile from the middle school stadium where the city fireworks show took place. Lots of neighbors shot fireworks before and after the main event, so it was very loud here for much of the evening. I remained calm and soothed as best I could, but honestly, it’s damn near impossible to soothe anyone with all that going on.
I’d been longing for some banana pudding. Not that stuff made with instant pudding that everybody makes these days. No, I wanted some made-from-scratch banana pudding, so yesterday I made one. And I gotta tell ya, it is every bit as good as I remembered it to be.
There are some things that are best made the old fashion way. Banana pudding is one of those things. The hardest part of making a pudding is stirring the milk mixture until it thickens into pudding, but if you’ve got your cell phone in hand, you can manage. I used a Southern Living recipe. If cooking isn’t your thing, sometimes you can luck up at a locally owned meat-and-three and get some good banana pudding. The only thing is their pudding is usually warm, and pudding should be eaten cold in my opinion.
I briefly chatted with a man who turned out not to be who he said he was. No surprise there, but his hook was appealing. Scammers can be quite charming, so always trust your gut more than you trust someone you’ve never met in person.
I wrote this poem based on our conversation. Maybe I don’t need a particular muse after all. Maybe all I need is to write about what’s in front of me.
Barry’s Lament I’m gonna jump through a wormhole and find another way of living. I’m over all this working hard for a world that ain’t giving a good god damn ‘bout nothing that’s real, like the sun or the wind on my face. I’m running in this hamster wheel on a man-made paper chase. I want to visit museums, marvel at history and art. I want to binge-listen to Charles Ives, read Nietzsche and Descartes. I want to plant flowers on hillsides for no reason other than beauty, And never feel forced to do anything for money or for duty. I hope you’ll jump too when that vortex comes ‘round. We’ll venture forth like children mesmerized by all we’ve found. We’ll give no flips ‘bout money or other fake constructs. We’ll laugh at all our doubters, cuz who really gives a fuck?