Under Santa Fe Skies

by Susan Tungate

Ask Georgia

Dear Georgia,

I am thinking of adopting a Bernese Mountain dog from a shelter. Any advice as to how to make my dachshund who is 12 years old comfortable about adopting such a large dog ?

Sincerely,

Worried About The Wiener Dog

 

Dear Worried About The Wiener Dog,

First, here I am giving you four paws up for adopting a dog from a shelter. We shelter dogs are forever grateful to our people for removing us from prison and putting us up on a pedestal where we rightfully belong. So yea you!

Now to your Wiener dog issue. Let’s get a visual here. A standard size dachshund weighs between 16-32 pounds and has stubby little legs. I moi self personally weigh about 13 pounds and have the same legs as a dachshund plus maybe two inches, legs I apparently inherited from my person. Exhibit A:

A Bernese Mountain dog weighs between 80-110 big ones and stands about 25″ tall. Exhibit B:

Basically, your Wiener dog could stand directly underneath the BM dog with plenty of head room to spare. One good wack of that BM dog’s tail and you can kiss your Wiener good bye! I mean the pillow size fur balls the BM dog sheds could suffocate Wiener! On the other hand, little Wiener could attach  herself to BM dog like a barnacle and drive the big dog nuts. That said, there is hope.

 

I read up on this topic and spoke to the Chihuahua down the street who lives with a newly acquired big retriever. One factor is the sex of the BM dog. Seems it might be better if your BM dog is the opposite sex of Wiener. The most important factor, though, is personality. If Wiener is a confident, assertive, controlling little thing, then she would prefer a laid back BM dog. Match the energy levels, too. Since Wiener is a senior, she probably would not like to hang around an energetic crazy puppy. The best fit might be a young adult, low energy laid back BM dog. 

 

You can find tons of material on the internet on how to handle the introduction. I’m thinking that first meeting involves lots of treats and an exit strategy for Wiener dog. Good luck!

 

Yours,

Georgia the Dog

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Life Is Not A Bowl of Cherries for New Mexico Children

Not even Mississippi could save New Mexico. According to the 2013 Kids Count Data Book issued by the nonprofit Annie E. Casey Foundation this week, New Mexico ranks last in the country on the economic well-being, health, education, and family and community support of children. Dead last.

 

Some depressing statistics for New Mexico:

about 31% of children are living in poverty;

approximately 11% of teens neither attend school nor work;

nearly 80% of fourth grade students are not reading at their grade level;

more than 75% of eighth graders are not proficient in math;

43% of children live in single parent families;

22% of children live in families in which the head of household lacks a high school

diploma.

 

A study issued last week ranked the states for child hunger. Where was New Mexico? Dead last. One out of three of New Mexico’s children wake up not knowing if they will have food to eat that day.

 

In addition and not surprisingly New Mexico has one of the highest unemployment rates. Albuquerque was recently ranked the lowest city in the country for job growth.

 

When will the powers that be in New Mexico support parents and all New Mexicans on the path to economic success and enhance the development of children in all areas? When will all the children of New Mexico have a chance for a productive, fulfilling life? Who wants to look them in the eyes and say never? Who wants to look them in the eyes and say we will plant the seeds today?

Cracks and Gaps

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.

Leonard Cohen “Gaps”

ASK GEORGIA

 

Dear Georgia,

We recently brought home a tiny  kitten. Have any advice?

Sincerely,

Happiness Is a Warm Kitten

 

Dear Happiness Is a Warm Kitten,

Yes,  I do. Take the little fur ball back where you found it.

Next question.

Yours,

Georgia the Dog

 

Dear Georgia,

I have been dating a man for about 6 months. Throughout the entire time

he seemed to really like my four year old Pomeranian. Yesterday he said he

would like for us to move in together, but he had to confess he really didn’t like dogs.

I don’t know what to do. On the one hand I really like this guy, but on the other I

love my dog. What should I do?

Yours truly,

Dilemma in Dallas

 

Dear Dilemma in Dallas,

Let me tell you a little story my person told me.

When she lived in Atlanta, she had a cat named Sherlock. At the time of this story she and Sherlock had been together for about four years. She had been dating a handsome, interesting, fun loving journalist for about seven months. She really liked him, and the Journalist and Sherlock seemed to get along great. One night the Journalist took her out to dinner at a romantic restaurant. In the middle of the candle lit dinner, the Journalist looked deep into her eyes and said, “I would really like for us to move in together. I love you and would like to take our relationship to the next level. I have to confess, though, I truly hate cats. They just freak me out. It’s pretty much the cat or me.”

Without hesitating my person responded, “Did you want to break up now or wait for dessert?”

Enough said.

Yours,

Georgia the Dog

 

Do you have a question for Georgia? Contact her through her agent at Contact Susan on the blog. Be patient. Georgia likes to nap.

Friday on the Plaza

Locals don’t tend to spend much time at the Plaza, especially during the day. Very little there is required for our every day lives. I happened to be down there for a meeting on Friday. I was early so I thought I would take a few touristy photos just to show you the Plaza on a pretty day in June. You can tell if I was facing east or west. The eastern shots show blue sky. The western shots show the smoke from the Pecos fire.

The Plaza is one of the few places you will find grass in Santa Fe. I had to resist taking off my shoes and walking on it, a flashback to life in the East. Workers were relaxing, eating their lunches.

A man was playing classical music on a harp.

A few yards away another man was singing a song about a girl who dumped him.

People were eating.

People were  buying jewelry from the Native Americans sitting under the portal as they have been doing for hundreds of years.

Across from the portal, other folks set up their art.

Need a souvenir?

Need your ice cream fix?

Every corner of the Plaza has a food cart.

Come back tonight, grab an ice cream cone, find a seat on a bench and listen to a local band playing at the grand stand while the vintage cars cruise by. That’s when you’ll see the locals.