This turned out well. My son and his girlfriend--you understand she is a woman but what do you say, "womanfriend"? Ack. "Lady friend?" sounds...cold.) came up from Knoxville, TN so he could do a job interview. (Altogether now, start thinking positive interview result thoughts.) He won't know for several weeks.
Anyway that was Thursday. Friday the three of us went to Navy Pier downtown to see the SOFA art show see yesterday's blog.
Yesterday they came over and decided to work in the yard. In our back, we have a 6 foot privacy fence. Behind that fence live Oreo and Quentin. Quentin is a huge black lab possibly mix but maybe not. Oreo is a totally live-wire Border Collie with the brains (maybe)of a physics professor and the energy of 37 two-year olds who are hungry and need a nap and just ate 3 candy bars. Oreo barks. My dogs bark. They run the fence barking and growling and throwing (since they are separated by a 6 foot fence quite securely) meaningless threats of bodily harm and taunts.
To stop this nonsense, I put up, using a series of old ex-pens, a fence about 8 feet inside the big fence, to keep the dogs apart. Yeah like that worked.
In the meantime, the buckthorn and wild roses and weeds and so flourished in that 8 foot strip until I had a veritable jungle back there, really bad, and ugly and impossible for me or John to tackle alone. And then, to top it all off, we were gone for 4 months and did no gardening, no weeding. That section and my garden went to hell in a handbasket. Huge stands of Tickseed hung over the fence into Roger's yard on one side. A baby Buckthorn leaned heavily against the fence, making it sag. Wild roses grew canes up into the trees which was kinda pretty and weird but not exactly the suburban yard look we were hoping for. Juniper from Oreo's yard leaned into the OTHER fence and hung heavily over. Buckthorn suckers were everywhere. Maples began to thrive in the garden. It was awful.
So for most of the afternoon, Christopher, armed with a tiny electric chain saw, and Stacey, covered in tickseed (I could easily have entered her in Sofa as Sculptured Object if she could have held still enough.)cut and piled, and cut and piled and cut and piled and now...it is a miracle land. Not clear cut, but so much better.
Before we took the ex-pen fence down (I really do not want the dogs back there--we have found things thrown over the fence that would not be healthy at all--) All the dogs came out, Nigel in his cart-- and for once he seemed happy to be in the yard and roamed around and wagged his tail. It was great.
And then my daughter Stacey and her husband arrived, and we had a lovely dinner-- stuffed manicotti with a tomato sauce that Stacey the other Stacey not my daughter Stacey (see how complicated this is getting?) made and bottled and brought, and garlic bread and a fabulous apple upside-down cake my daughter Stacey not Christopher's Stacey made. And by then the day was reluctantly almost gone, and my daughter had to leave to take care of their dogs-- they have an hour's drive-- and the other two could barely keep their eyes open, and we wound it down.
This morning I am going to have breakfast with Christopher and Stacey and then they are headed back to Tennessee. Nigel is on my bed, Llewis with him.
Things are creeping back toward normal altho I still have some dishes to wash and laundry to do and Nigel to walk, and some limbs and brush to move from place to place in the yard.
I liked my weekend. I am sorry Christopher and Stacey will not be here for Turkey day, but on the other hand, it was the best non-Turkey day weekend I have had for a long, long time.
Pictures later.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
ART ON FOOT
It is one of those things that some people attend every year and others hope to but rarely get to go. I am one of the latter.
The SOFA show is a collections of Galleries and their art. Some individuals have their own studios and so represent themselves but usually a Gallery will send 5 or 6 pieces by several top-notch artists and their Gallery reps go along to explain the art, discuss it, and of course, sell it.
(Don't worry, I won't bore you with a lot of detailed stuff.) I am going to put in a few things and that's all. You wanna see more go to SOFA next year.
One more because it is glass. I went to this with my son the glass-blower and his lovely girlfriend, Stacey. I have not seen so much glasswork under one roof since I visited his studio, Marble City Glassworks, in Knoxville, Tn. The true delight of this show for me was being with my son and listening to him explain how some things were done.
We did not take cameras, because normally you are not allowed to photograph artwork. Artists do not believe that copying their work or methods is the sincerest form of flattery. They consider it thievery.
So these photos are from the SOFA catalog. However, EVERYONE had cameras, and everyone was photographing the art. I am sorry now, that we did not, altho we felt very virtuous.
There were some glass pieces there you have to see to believe, seriously. Huge pieces of tiny, thin, very sharp looking pieces of glass made into large whorls and with the lighting, a billion different angles and lights. But this one was in the catalog and so I include it:
Thursday, November 3, 2011
DOGS AGAIN
The weather was really crappy today and Nigel did not get his walkers. However he got more than he needed yesterday.
We want him to use the cart in the backyard.
He doesn't agree.
I took him out (read "dragged") to the backyard. He had already had a walk earlier which consisted of walking across a lush baseball field infield. So I knew he could do it.
"What? I'm supposed to DO something? How about if I just stand here?"
So I got a leash and with some less than delicate coercion, got him to go to the end of the yard, but he wasn't happy.
"You do what you want. I ain't movin." My problem is I am impatient. DadPerson is not. So while I was swearing and stomping around the yard hoping all the dog poop was picked up (it was not.) out came Gentle John.
And he went out and knelt down and talked to Nigel, the way he used to talk to our son we he was a toddler.
The other dogs-- Llewis and Conley-- were deeply concerned and tried to show how much fun Nigel would not be having again for a long, long, long time and maybe never. They are so thoughtful......
But DadPerson was still out there. Talking away. Doing his Psychologist Thing on Nigel.
And lo and behold, here came Nigel, plodding along reluctantly through the newly mown grass.
While Conley and Llewis continued to show....uh....themselves off.
But DadPerson can be very persuasive. And he continued to encourage Nigel to come back toward the house, toward TREATS!! Yes, for goodies. And so he came, did Nigel....
Until he had passed me by on his way into get treats and a well deserved rest.
And now it is late, and it is time for me to go to bed in my own bed, and for Nigel to ..... uh....oh Nigel, please--- can't you go to bed in your pen?Do you really have to look so comfortable on my bed??
Well......maybe I can sleep in the chair tonight.....
We want him to use the cart in the backyard.
He doesn't agree.
I took him out (read "dragged") to the backyard. He had already had a walk earlier which consisted of walking across a lush baseball field infield. So I knew he could do it.
So I got a leash and with some less than delicate coercion, got him to go to the end of the yard, but he wasn't happy.
But DadPerson was still out there. Talking away. Doing his Psychologist Thing on Nigel.
Until he had passed me by on his way into get treats and a well deserved rest.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
SOME LANDLORDS (Long one)
As many of you know we spent most of the summer as displaced people. Due to a poorly placed tarp during re-roofing, a monsoon, tons of rain, we ended up in a motel for three weeks, dogs (except Cooper) in boarding while our real house was gutted due to the rain rot. (No pony with rain rot ever looked as bad as our living room....)
Anyway eventually a placement company found us a house not far from where we really live. The Landlord who shall at least at this point remain nameless, had a no-pet clause in the contract but, let's face-- he was going to make a BUCKET of money off our insurance company if he allowed the dogs in. So he did. And we had them bathed and cleaned and nails trimmed before we took them to the "new" (read: Rental) house.
Now we did notice on moving in that the last tennants, who I believe were forcibly evicted, had kicked in both front and back doors, splitting the door jambs which had not been fixed altho the doors had new locks. For the most part the house was clean altho there were crumbs inthe drawers, no towel rods in either bathroom... but this was the house. See? Clean. No piles of poop on the floor, no puddles of pee...
Ok. SO. Sept 9th OUR house was done and we were ready to move out. I called the Landlord for several days ahead of time--- we are leaving on the 9th we are going to be gone on the 9th if you want a walk-through we will be leaving the house on the 9th and we got no response. On the 9th the guys came and took the rented furniture. I swept and swiffered the laminate floors, I vacuumed the carpets. We had picked the backyard perfectly clean-- the dogs were back at the kennel, and we went over it and over it, getting every bit of poop.
While we were there, we had raccoons in the ceiling, mice in the cupboards which I trapped with old fashioned, kill'emnow traps. The sewer backed up and the pipe had to be replaced in the front yard and when they laid sod, we watered it.
We trimmed the bushes, cut the grass, planted flowers, kept the yard picked up, bathed the dogs, threw sheets over the rented furniture (not the Landlord's) and kept the dogs downstairs.
Nobody puked in the house, nobody pooped on the floor, nobody peed on the walls.
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So Now the Landlord starts calling. It seems the "pet smell" from our "five dogs" was overhwhelming.
It is strange that the Insurance company people, the re-habbers, the movers, the guests we had never mentioned the overwhelming pet smell. (Nor have we been able to locate the mysterious 5th dog.)
Well anyway they never showed up for the walk through when I left. We called them maybe 5 times after that asking for a walk through and were never able to get one scheduled in fact at one point I was told "Oh we're not worried about YOU". This guy rents to Section 8. We were NOT section 8, our insurance people almost doubled his usual usurers rent.
Now they are saying that they cleaned the carpet twice to get rid of the "pet smell". This would be a living room and one bedroom where the dogs were allowed. Then because it was still there they cleaned again with a deodorant. (Yes, are you, too wondering why they didn't do that to begin with, if the smell was so bad? I have been wondering that myself.)
And then
AND THEN!! It was still soooooooooo bad, that they RIPPED OUT THE CARPETING and put in new and you know what it STILL STINKS IN THERE!!!!
Here are our dogs stinking up the rental house. See the urine and poop everywhere? See the mud on them? Disgraceful! Owners should be whipped.
So now, of course, the Landlord wants MORE MONEY. $2000 more. He tried to collect from the company that paid the rent for us while we were there, and they paid what they thought was reasonable, called us, and when I hit the ceiling they refused to pay him more.
He had his secretary call me. Oops. Maybe not a good thing, since I was already furious. Maybe his secretary got in three words or maybe not. I reminded them that we did not kick in the front and side doors and split the door jambs like the people before us, or put the dings in the metal door to the fridge. I reminded her that we took care of the lawn and the house and called about raccoons and trapped mice and had they checked to see if something dead was in the house (maybe that 5th dog). I told her we were better tennants than the last 10 people they rented to (I had this on good authority from the neighbors) and that I wasn't going to roll over and whine just because they were trying to rip us off. She said
"But you had that SICK dog"--- referring to Cooper, whose only problem is a missing limb and the fact that yes, he probably does have cancer crawling around his body someplace, but we haven't found it and besides today is his 11th Birthday.
When the call ended I told the secretary to tell Mr.__________ what I had said and also to tell him to "Take a hike". She laughed. She said she would.
There we are except now he is still trying to collect $2000. I am not even sure he replaced the carpet, because he declined all walk-throughs, even from the placement company. I asked them to pass the word that Mr._________'s office is not to contact me again or they would be contacting my lawyer.
This guy owns another house on that street with broken gutters and a guy who yells and screams and smacks his wife andkids around, who threw his wife through their window right after we moved into the rental. This is who he usually rents to. The neighbors we had all said they were glad to see us and sorry we left. I still talk with them. The house behind us had tennants evicted by the Village 3 times in a row. Not for non-payment: for criminal activity.
Sure wish I knew where that 5th dog was, though. I wonder if they counted the neighbor's beagle, Maddie.
Nigel at the rental house, looking for the 5th dog.
Anyway eventually a placement company found us a house not far from where we really live. The Landlord who shall at least at this point remain nameless, had a no-pet clause in the contract but, let's face-- he was going to make a BUCKET of money off our insurance company if he allowed the dogs in. So he did. And we had them bathed and cleaned and nails trimmed before we took them to the "new" (read: Rental) house.
Ok. SO. Sept 9th OUR house was done and we were ready to move out. I called the Landlord for several days ahead of time--- we are leaving on the 9th we are going to be gone on the 9th if you want a walk-through we will be leaving the house on the 9th and we got no response. On the 9th the guys came and took the rented furniture. I swept and swiffered the laminate floors, I vacuumed the carpets. We had picked the backyard perfectly clean-- the dogs were back at the kennel, and we went over it and over it, getting every bit of poop.
We trimmed the bushes, cut the grass, planted flowers, kept the yard picked up, bathed the dogs, threw sheets over the rented furniture (not the Landlord's) and kept the dogs downstairs.
Nobody puked in the house, nobody pooped on the floor, nobody peed on the walls.
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So Now the Landlord starts calling. It seems the "pet smell" from our "five dogs" was overhwhelming.
It is strange that the Insurance company people, the re-habbers, the movers, the guests we had never mentioned the overwhelming pet smell. (Nor have we been able to locate the mysterious 5th dog.)
Well anyway they never showed up for the walk through when I left. We called them maybe 5 times after that asking for a walk through and were never able to get one scheduled in fact at one point I was told "Oh we're not worried about YOU". This guy rents to Section 8. We were NOT section 8, our insurance people almost doubled his usual usurers rent.
Now they are saying that they cleaned the carpet twice to get rid of the "pet smell". This would be a living room and one bedroom where the dogs were allowed. Then because it was still there they cleaned again with a deodorant. (Yes, are you, too wondering why they didn't do that to begin with, if the smell was so bad? I have been wondering that myself.)
And then
AND THEN!! It was still soooooooooo bad, that they RIPPED OUT THE CARPETING and put in new and you know what it STILL STINKS IN THERE!!!!
So now, of course, the Landlord wants MORE MONEY. $2000 more. He tried to collect from the company that paid the rent for us while we were there, and they paid what they thought was reasonable, called us, and when I hit the ceiling they refused to pay him more.
He had his secretary call me. Oops. Maybe not a good thing, since I was already furious. Maybe his secretary got in three words or maybe not. I reminded them that we did not kick in the front and side doors and split the door jambs like the people before us, or put the dings in the metal door to the fridge. I reminded her that we took care of the lawn and the house and called about raccoons and trapped mice and had they checked to see if something dead was in the house (maybe that 5th dog). I told her we were better tennants than the last 10 people they rented to (I had this on good authority from the neighbors) and that I wasn't going to roll over and whine just because they were trying to rip us off. She said
"But you had that SICK dog"--- referring to Cooper, whose only problem is a missing limb and the fact that yes, he probably does have cancer crawling around his body someplace, but we haven't found it and besides today is his 11th Birthday.
When the call ended I told the secretary to tell Mr.__________ what I had said and also to tell him to "Take a hike". She laughed. She said she would.
There we are except now he is still trying to collect $2000. I am not even sure he replaced the carpet, because he declined all walk-throughs, even from the placement company. I asked them to pass the word that Mr._________'s office is not to contact me again or they would be contacting my lawyer.
This guy owns another house on that street with broken gutters and a guy who yells and screams and smacks his wife andkids around, who threw his wife through their window right after we moved into the rental. This is who he usually rents to. The neighbors we had all said they were glad to see us and sorry we left. I still talk with them. The house behind us had tennants evicted by the Village 3 times in a row. Not for non-payment: for criminal activity.
Sure wish I knew where that 5th dog was, though. I wonder if they counted the neighbor's beagle, Maddie.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
WARNING: BETTER BE A REAL DOG PERSON
Nigel went out in his cart again this morning.
We need to adjust the stirrups again, because in spite of our attempts, the tops of his back feet still hit the ground.
But what had me excited is that on his journey from out of our yard to the sidewalk, he paused by a tree in Roger's yard (One the dogs water regularly on walks) and.....a few tiny dribbles of urine appeared!!!!
This is the first and only indication I had had that he could, in fact, control his bladder. A few yards later, he did it again. This time I attempted to manually express his bladder and was marginally successful. This is very encouraging. It means once he is in the cart and upright I may not have to catheterize him as I have been, or at least, not as often. Altho I get very little out.
Nigel is not a very friendly Basset. He is an afraid junkie. He is afraid of everything. Last night he said hello to Roger but todayRoger has his truck on the lawn and three men helping him re-roof, and all the noise and changes in the usual scene really scared Nigel, so that I practically had to drag him past Roger's house.
He is also becoming chafed in the stifle, where his leg and body meet. And then his back feet still come in contact with the cement. These are, I trust, matters that can be fixed easily by Nigel's rather unhandy owners.
Nigel, comin at cha.
Nigel has figured out a couple of corners, but not all of them, and not the concept. That he has wheels that stick out further than his legs probably will never catch on with him. As far as he is concerned, it is simply magic. Somehow, this thing we make him wear goes with him when he takes off. Without it, he is a seal. With it, he is Hermes, Unbound.
Well perhaps not quite. But he is getting it, and I am learning how to get him into the cart and out, by myself. Getting him out is harder than getting him in. His legs stick at the hock and I have to support his rear and use two hands to extricate him.
If this sounds like a complaint, it is not. We are so very pleased we can hardly stand it. Shortly, we will accept this for what it is, and go back to discussing other dogs, other topics of broader interest. Maybe.
We need to adjust the stirrups again, because in spite of our attempts, the tops of his back feet still hit the ground.
But what had me excited is that on his journey from out of our yard to the sidewalk, he paused by a tree in Roger's yard (One the dogs water regularly on walks) and.....a few tiny dribbles of urine appeared!!!!
This is the first and only indication I had had that he could, in fact, control his bladder. A few yards later, he did it again. This time I attempted to manually express his bladder and was marginally successful. This is very encouraging. It means once he is in the cart and upright I may not have to catheterize him as I have been, or at least, not as often. Altho I get very little out.
He is also becoming chafed in the stifle, where his leg and body meet. And then his back feet still come in contact with the cement. These are, I trust, matters that can be fixed easily by Nigel's rather unhandy owners.
If this sounds like a complaint, it is not. We are so very pleased we can hardly stand it. Shortly, we will accept this for what it is, and go back to discussing other dogs, other topics of broader interest. Maybe.
OK: For sure
Friday, October 28, 2011
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
Well it seems as if it's really been a long haul, from the day that Nigel went down in the rear until today.
It hasn't been, actually, that long.
However in the time that has passed I have gotten good at certain aspects of dog care that I never thought I would be doing-- in fact things I said I would NEVER do: not that it was unpleasant but I thought any dog that needed those particular things to survive had no quality of life.
And also here is Nigel, hauling his pretty useless rear end around like a seal-- another thing I said I would NEVER tolerate....here we are, doing those things and watching that rear end slide across the floor....
The moral of course is, never say never at least where your dogs and family are concerned.
Yesterday was the first day that Nigel was willing to share my bed with EVERYONE. Conley was actually on it first, then Nigel, and then Llewis crept up. Yesterday I think Nigel felt the best he has, and I backed off on the Tramadol. He woke up this morning surly and snarky and I think I let him do too much sliding around the house, and I did put him back on Tramadol for the day.
He has never been the Happy Happy Basset in the house and is perfectly willing to show his displeasure to the other dogs especially.
And then today, it happened:
His Wheels Arrived!!!!
Eddies Wheels sent their amazing wheels. I am stunned at how lightweight they are and what a feat of engineering. I am not a techie but even I can see the care and precision that went into making this device.
I know in this photo Nigel looks very unhappy. He had been in the cart about three minutes. His next move was to try to get up on the couch wearing the cart.
We took him out in back into the yard, but the others were so freaked and excited about the cart that I believe it frightened Nigel just a bit. He surely knows he cannot move quickly and feels very vulnerable with the others. So when they went in, I opened the gate, and when he saw the gate open, Nigel took off.
He hit the sidewalk at warp speed and his tail wagging a mile a minute. I CAN MOVE I CAN MOVELOOKOUT!!
Unfortunately I was unable to let him go very far. Partly because he has not had any exercise for several weeks, and partly because about 300 LITTLE kids were about to descend on him. He is not a fan of children. These are little kids-- 4, 5 yrs old. They tend to grab. I had very bad visions of Nigel feeling trapped........
So we turned around and came home, but he seemed very pleased. Tomorrow I will try to get some photos of him looking happier. Eddies Wheels wants one for their calendar!
Thanks again to all the wonderful people who have supported, encouraged, advised, laughed and cried with us on this unexpected and enlightening journey.
It hasn't been, actually, that long.
However in the time that has passed I have gotten good at certain aspects of dog care that I never thought I would be doing-- in fact things I said I would NEVER do: not that it was unpleasant but I thought any dog that needed those particular things to survive had no quality of life.
And also here is Nigel, hauling his pretty useless rear end around like a seal-- another thing I said I would NEVER tolerate....here we are, doing those things and watching that rear end slide across the floor....
The moral of course is, never say never at least where your dogs and family are concerned.
He has never been the Happy Happy Basset in the house and is perfectly willing to show his displeasure to the other dogs especially.
And then today, it happened:
Eddies Wheels sent their amazing wheels. I am stunned at how lightweight they are and what a feat of engineering. I am not a techie but even I can see the care and precision that went into making this device.
I know in this photo Nigel looks very unhappy. He had been in the cart about three minutes. His next move was to try to get up on the couch wearing the cart.
We took him out in back into the yard, but the others were so freaked and excited about the cart that I believe it frightened Nigel just a bit. He surely knows he cannot move quickly and feels very vulnerable with the others. So when they went in, I opened the gate, and when he saw the gate open, Nigel took off.
He hit the sidewalk at warp speed and his tail wagging a mile a minute. I CAN MOVE I CAN MOVELOOKOUT!!
Unfortunately I was unable to let him go very far. Partly because he has not had any exercise for several weeks, and partly because about 300 LITTLE kids were about to descend on him. He is not a fan of children. These are little kids-- 4, 5 yrs old. They tend to grab. I had very bad visions of Nigel feeling trapped........
So we turned around and came home, but he seemed very pleased. Tomorrow I will try to get some photos of him looking happier. Eddies Wheels wants one for their calendar!
Thanks again to all the wonderful people who have supported, encouraged, advised, laughed and cried with us on this unexpected and enlightening journey.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
ALMOST LIKE IT USED TO BE
Yesterday evening I was getting ready to get Nigel out of his pen to do one last urinary catheter before bedtime. I was holding his rear up with a towel, and Llewis came into the room. Nigel knew he was leaving the pen, and HE WAGGED HIS TAIL!! All the work and doubts I have had vanished at that instant. He had not wagged his tail-- or been able to-- since he went down in the rear. It was one of the things that made me the saddest, that he could no longer wag his tail, and there it was-- the tail wagged.
Yesterday I put him on my bed.
He has been there before but the other dogs stay far away.
Yesterday his brother, Llewis, slowly and cautiously climbed the 3 little steps to the bed and, one eye cocked on his explosive brother, proceeded to curl up at the foot of the bed.
Nigel said nothing. Llewis inched closer. Nigel did not even lift his head. And then, they were sleeping together, as they used to do.
Altho I cannot leave them alone on the bed for more than a moment or two (I shove my office chair next to the bed to keep Nigel from fumbling off the side)
it is nice to see them together.
Nigel's burning desire is to be whereever we are, which means in the living room as well as out here, but he cannot negotiate the step into the house and when he drags himself he tends to try to go under the table and gets hung up in the chairs.
His neck is healing nicely from the lumpectomy. I believe the drain comes out Monday.
You can just see the incision below the white partial collar on Nigel, on the left.
(I have to get a new tablecloth for the holidays. They are laying on the only one I have, which I love. But in the crazy days right after the move home I could not find half the sheets and blankets, and so.....)
This is Nigel's usual home. It is 4x4 feet and there are two dog beds under the quilt along with a waterproof covering, just in case. Since he seems unable to urinate on his own, I don't worry about it too much. Because of his apparent gastric health and the food I feed him, his stools are simply a pick-up. We are anxious for the cart to arrive but he could not use it yet anyway, with the incision on his neck, which needs another week or 10 days to heal.
This is the large version of his Illinois DL, sent by Jackie Chazey: There is a smaller one for him to carry in his pocket when he finally gets the cart and gets going.
Many thanks again to the Drool community which has supported and encouraged us and Nigel in every possible way.
Yesterday I put him on my bed.
He has been there before but the other dogs stay far away.
Yesterday his brother, Llewis, slowly and cautiously climbed the 3 little steps to the bed and, one eye cocked on his explosive brother, proceeded to curl up at the foot of the bed.
Nigel said nothing. Llewis inched closer. Nigel did not even lift his head. And then, they were sleeping together, as they used to do.
it is nice to see them together.
Nigel's burning desire is to be whereever we are, which means in the living room as well as out here, but he cannot negotiate the step into the house and when he drags himself he tends to try to go under the table and gets hung up in the chairs.
His neck is healing nicely from the lumpectomy. I believe the drain comes out Monday.
(I have to get a new tablecloth for the holidays. They are laying on the only one I have, which I love. But in the crazy days right after the move home I could not find half the sheets and blankets, and so.....)
Many thanks again to the Drool community which has supported and encouraged us and Nigel in every possible way.
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