Day before yesterday, we took Fly in for his 
				yearly shampoo and haircut. He happily bound into the van with 
				Mark, sure that something fun and exciting was in the works. 
				
				He bound out of the groomers feeling spiffy and bouncy, but the 
				second he got into the dog yard, all that changed. See, despite 
				dogs supposedly having such a great sense of smell and 
				recognizing each other primarily via that, our dog lot is 
				definitely fooled by a simple haircut! 
				
				Fly is still, 2 days later, being defined as 'fresh meat' around 
				here! He's spending most of his time hiding behind our deck, 
				feeling sorry for himself. Every time he steps out from behind 
				there, the dog yard goes nuts screaming and yelling at him. 
				
				I've tried taking him out for a few of the dogs to sniff, but 
				they refuse to believe it is really Fly. Fly is beginning to get 
				quite pissed off at them all trying to take shots at him. I'm 
				sure they will all figure it out and settle down in time - or 
				maybe they are all just laughing at him, in which case, it could 
				go on for awhile! 
				
				So, still sort of on the Fly subject, I've think I've mentioned 
				in the past that Fly was beginning to slow down with his 
				advancing age. Many years ago he got run over by a 4 wheeler, it 
				has bothered him on and off over the years - and now it seems he 
				has some arthritis settling in his one front leg. We've tried a 
				few different meds on him, but nothing is completely solving the 
				problem. 
				
				The winter was rather hard on him and while he is still the same 
				active, happy go lucky guy he has always been, he is more 
				reluctant to bounce out of bed in the middle of the night to 
				ward off the coyotes or other woodland critters. 
				
				Both Mark and I adore Fly and he has more then earned his 
				retirement here - but we need one more favor from him first - 
				and that is to 'Fly-ise' a replacement. So, I've been searching 
				for a new yard dog. 
				
				I've looked at numerous breeds and talked to many breeders, but 
				in the end, I decided we needed to put our 'money where our 
				mouths were' and support a rescue group! 
				
				So, after filling out an application (accompanied by a letter 
				explaining our special circumstances) and speaking with a few 
				folks from the local 'Second Chance Animal Rescue' (SCARS, for 
				short), Mark and I headed out last night to check out their dogs 
				looking for a new home.
				
				http://www.scarscare.org/adoptions.asp
				
				The place we visited was without a doubt the nicest set up for a 
				Rescue place I've ever seen. Big, clean, covered runs in a neat 
				and orderly yard - these are very lucky rescue dogs indeed and a 
				group I felt completely comfortable dealing with. 
				
				The dog we were most interested in, Pearl, a great Pyrenees 
				cross, trotted out to greet our van as we pulled in. Sylvia took 
				time to introduce us to all 20+ dogs on the property and a few 
				caught our eye, but in the end, it was indeed Pearl that came 
				home with us. 
				
				Someone loved Pearl at sometime, as she was spayed and is very 
				friendly, but when SCARS got a hold of her, she was so matted 
				and neglected that they had no choice but to shave her coat. She 
				has a few scars on her face, but is sweet and lovable despite it 
				all. They guess her age to be between 1 and 2. She is a big 
				girl, at least in our yard, weighing about 80 lbs or so. She 
				towers over Fly and everyone else around here. 
				
				Fly isn't sure what to think of his new trainee, but he has 
				figured out that, with her size, she is a good one to call 
				'friend'. 
				
				Oh, and we are changing her name - it will be either Cricket or 
				Bug - still debating that one! 
				
				You can see pictures of her - and some of coiffed Fly at 
				
				
				http://picasaweb.google.com/northwapiti/FlyAndCricket1
				
				Karen