Posted by: Deb and Dakota | May 3, 2011

Rescue Me Theme Song

One of my favorite TV shows is Rescue Me. It’s about a Station of New York firefighters. The lead character is Tommy Gavin – and he is crazy! He lost his brother and several friends in the 9/11 terror attacks on the World Trade Towers in 2001. He has repeated visitations from his cousin. He constantly has PTSD flashbacks and survivor’s guilt, but he doesn’t know that is what he’s suffering from.

He became an alcoholic. With the help of an Uncle, a former firefighter, he did get off the booze for a while. Tommy is divorced with 2 daughters. The divorce was the result of his son dying by being hit on his bicycle by a drunk driver who left the scene. Tommy had told the boy to go put his helmet on, but the boy didn’t. His wife blamed him for not following up. The wife then had an affair with his cop brother. In the meantime, another relative agreed to murder the driver for Tommy and go to Jail, since he was already old and had nothing to look forward to.

Everyone in the Firehouse has some kind of problem. It is very interesting to see what happens to them week to week. The strong get torn down, the weak come through in a pinch. All kinds of mental problems are displayed. Each firefighter deals with their MI in a different way – and none of them sees a professional for help.

Tommy has an on-again, off-again affair with his late cousins wife. Actually Tommy screws anything in a skirt. The show is labeled “LVS” for Language, Violence, Sexual – and each show is packed with plenty of all three! The theme song is very catchy, but the words are rather dark and depressing. It is performed by the Von Bondies and I think was written around 2004. You can see them perform the video here:  Von Bondies performing “C’Mon C’Mon”.

Here are the words to the song:

Another day, C’mon, C’mon
When the drones attack and we do it all wrong
Now we grieve cause now is gone
Things were good when we were young
When my teeth are down, I could see the blood
Of a thousand men who have coming, gone
Now we grieve cause now is gone
Things were good when we were young
Is it safe to say C’mon C’mon
Was it right to leave, C’mon C’mon
Will I ever learn, C’mon, C’mon,
C’mon, C’mon, C’mon, C’mon
As I make my way, C’mon, C’mon
Of these battered nights, I see too long
Now we grieve cause now is gone
The things were good when we were young
And on this day, these deepen wounds
Don’t heal so fast, can’t hear me churn
Of a million lifes, of speak no truth
Over time go by, the now is through…
Posted by: Deb and Dakota | April 26, 2011

Family Get Together

We started our day quite early. As usual, Kota woke me at 4am, tugging my blanket off me, then tugging me out of bed. After feeding her & NuNu, I got my coffee going then peeked at my emails from overnight.At 4:30 I started cleaning the whole house – it was a mess. I hadn’t cleaned it in weeks and it looked like a tornado had gone through it. I’d been working on my 2009 and 2010 taxes and had boxes and filing cabinets and piles of paper spread all over the living room and office. It took hours to organize it enough and get it all out of sight. Then the cleaning started.

At 7am I gathered up all of Kota’s toys and put them away in her toy box in the office and started cleaning the house. This is what Kota enjoys – she is my Supervisor – and NuNu the cat goads her on. She follows me around, taking swipes at my long duster. She walks thru or sits or lays down on the dirt piles I’m sweeping up. She lays down in front of the vacuum cleaner and won’t move. She gets on her beds and rolls all over them and plays and does everything to stop me from taking the covers off to wash them. Yes, she loves cleaning days!

At 10am Mom and brother Bob arrived. Kota was ecstatic! At his invitation, she jumped all over Bob. After all our training, she was wriggling all over, but sat in front of Mom and never jumped on her frail body. She continued to just sit in front of her all day long for pets and attention. I was very proud that our training had paid off!! Yay Dakota!!

At 11am Bob was busily doing chores for me. Mom & I took off for Sam’s Club to get groceries. As usual, I was on high alert and extremely anxious. I hate going to Sam’s: it’s so huge and confusing, and there are so many people, and those people stare & take our picture, and come up and talk to us – it is just so overwhelming for me…

I did not have a very long list this time, and knew where most of the needed items were. Kota was receiving a lot of compliments on her beauty and manners which made me feel very proud. And thank the Lord, no one was trying to stop and interact with us! Kota was staying directly behind the cart with no command to do so. Her sit/stays while I got items was perfect.

I needed reading glasses and they were on a low display. I don’t lean over very well, so I had Kota lay down in front of me and kneeled down with my hands on her. While I was concentrating on the display, a very large man dressed all in black was approaching us. Kota jumped up and let out 2 barks. They weren’t the vicious, aggressive type, they were woof-woof type. She was still in front of me, she hadn’t lunged forward and her hackles weren’t up. Out of nowhere, 2 store employees showed up asking if I was having a seizure or needed an ambulance! I told them what happened and apologized for the disruption. The man said it was because he was dressed in black. He went into this long dissertation about how dogs, cats & birds see and react to color. It was a very bizarre encounter…

Once we returned home, Bob finished up the chores and we sat down to a nice late lunch/early dinner. We pigged out on Mom’s good home-cooked goodies. Extra ham was set aside for Kota and NuNu to indulge in. Mom and Bob left around 3pm.

I was still jazzed up about the visit and shopping. So I pulled out the stroller and NuNu jumped right in. I zipped him is, leashed Kota and off we went. We walked around our park with the fierce wind rippling our furries and hair. It was warm and we had a nice walk. A good way to end the day…

Posted by: Deb and Dakota | April 24, 2011

Today is Kota’s Barkday

Dakota was born April 24th, 2006, so she’s now 5 years old. She certainly doesn’t act like it. When I play with her balls in the park, she leaps high in the air, twisting and turning to catch it. She’s really good and rarely misses catching it. She is really athletic!Yesterday I took Kota to the Vet to be groomed. She loves going to the Vet, and always drags me to the door, because she knows she’s gonna get spoiled in there. They give her treats and act like she’s the bestest doggie in the whole world, which is true of course. Kota gets excited when Uriel comes out to get her. She greets him with kisses and wriggles all over. Then she jumps all over me, trying to get in my lap, knowing she’s about to be taken away from me, which she doesn’t like – not one little bit! But given the “Go With” command, off she goes, while looking over her shoulder. Kota thinks I’m staying in the waiting room. Heaven help the poor tech that has to bring her out to me when she’s done. After her perfect manners while being groomed, Kota drags that poor person from the kennels, down the hallways to me! She can’t wait to get into my arms and get her vest back on…

Today we spent some time in the Park across the street – very convenient! Because of strict leash laws, I put Kota on a long line and threw balls and toys for her to chase after. She runs really, really fast and grab the balls. But she doesn’t bother to bring them back! I have to go get them and throw them again for her to chase once more. Since there were no little peoples around, we played on the jungle gym. We climbed all the goofy stairways, crossed metal grate-ways, slid down slides and all kinds of stuff.

Watch me fly!

Sometimes Kota gets tangled up in the long line. She wants to run free! But she can’t. I take her to my Mom’s as often as I can, where she can run to her heart’s content in that huge fenced yard – which she adores doing! The picture is blurred, but it’s one of my favorites – Kota with one paw on the ground, running full tilt boogie with all her fluffies and feathers flying…

Well, I think I have written way too much for my first message to the world. I don’t know if I will continue to do this or not. I hope that those of you who have Service Dogs are able to have the same joy in your partnership as I do with Kota.

Kalifornia Kota & Deb