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During the second half of 2004, I slowly became unhealthily preoccupied with greyhound racing, and more specifically, with adopting a retired racer. Each day, I’d check Petfinder.com, hoping for the magical moment when I’d see a dog and say, “That’s the one.” As with Emily, I was looking for an older creature or one with special needs (not special needs as in “doesn’t tolerate cats”). The special needs dogs are marked with a green heart on Petfinder.com, which makes locating them quick and easy.
I spoke with a woman who allegedly reads auras during the time I was searching for a dog and, truth be told, convincing my husband to come on board with the idea. The woman told me that my aura could be Indigo, though that would be unlikely as Indigos my age are uncommon (they would more likely be young children at the time), and recent ones, such as Michael Jackson and the Columbine killers, were evidence that I probably wouldn’t want to be an Indigo whos over 30 anyway. More likely, she thought, I was a Violet, which seemed about right. When I saw Violet Rays, a diabetic, red brindle on Petfinder, I knew she was the one, and I began campaigning for her adoption.
I detest the racing industry and the stupid names they choose for the dogs, so I was surprised that she had such a nifty one. Though I was sure I was supposed to save Violet Rays, to say the adoption process did not go well would be a grave understatement. I inadvertently offended the rescue group when I told them that Violet was not as healthy as they claimed, and that her teeth would cost nearly $1,000 to clean. They threatened to take her away from me, and after mediators, pet psychics, three veterinarians, and six thousand dollars of veterinary care and supplies, I evidently demonstrated my fitness as a greyhound guardian, and was permitted to keep her.
It took a year to regulate Violet’s diabetes, with fifty percent of that year spent at the vet and Violet dropping to under 50 pounds (her racing weight was 61). After having my third vet say, “I can’t help her,” I proceeded to specialists near Miami. Internist Dr. Toll gave me the best advice yet: Stop going to the vet and regulate her yourself at home. And I did, and she gained nearly 15 pounds and was joyous and playful until . . . she went blind. We replaced her cataracts (via phacoemulsification) and she was delighted to have her sight back. For four months. Then her left retina detached and she began to go blind in that eye. Then she developed glaucoma.
Ah, but that doesnt stop her from running at top speed at the baseball field or the beach at sunrise, or leaping around the house while tossing her toys in the air and catching them, or correcting the behavior of any dog in the neighborhood, no matter how large.
The Great Food Wars
One thing I was thoroughly unprepared for when I adopted Violet was the controversy around what to feed her. I was shocked to discover that there’s an entire subculture of people who spend a lot--and by that I mean too much--time talking about poop, omnivore versus carnivore versus herbivore, raw food, and whether kibble is the food of the devil.
At first, I was swept into the cult-like energy of the raw foodists, who believe that raw meat and meaty bones should be the basis of the canine diet, as it replicates the diet of wolves in the wild. The idea is that if my dogs were in the wild, they’d maybe catch a rabbit, go for her stomach, which would contain some partially-digested veggies and maybe fruits (but no grains), then proceed to eat her, bones and all. However, if my dogs were in the wild, they’d be dead by now, either due to predators or choking on bones or stepping into traps meant for fur-bearing animals. They probably wouldn’t live past ten-years old, and they’d be hungry most of the time. I’m not quite sure why we’d want to replicate that.
Furthermore, just because a creature does something in the wild, doesn’t mean he should do it in your home if you want maximum health benefits and longevity. What’s the goal, here, to get greyhounds to live as they would in the wild, or to help them live happy, healthy, disease-free, long lives? (And the same goes true for people.)
This conundrum hit me when I was deep into raw food. And I mean deep. I would buy carcasses of chickens and rabbits from butchers, and procure oxtails and cow marrow bones to clean the teeth of my hounds (and I must say they did a fabulous job). I ground up greens and fed them no grains, and they produced what my husband called “diamonds” in place of poop. “Time to make the diamonds,” he’d say, inviting them for a walk.
But Violet’s blood sugar was way up during the raw food phase, despite all of the “experts” telling me that it was grains that would be a problem for her. I decided to ignore the raw food “experts” and feed Violet whatever appeared to make her the happiest and healthiest, as evidenced by her bloodwork, coat, skin, breath, energy, and of course, poop. And that hasnt been one type of food. She thrives on a diet without animal products as well as one with some animal products, but not on the diet of a carnivore.
My favorite Violet Rays story of all time occurred two years ago. I was walking her and Charles on a walking path thats like a corridor, where theres nowhere for them to go and they know almost everyone who might show up. I unhooked their leashes so they could run at full speed for a couple of minutes, and they had a grand ole time. On their final run, Violet was speeding toward me and her hind legs slipped on mud created by the virtually-nonexistent Hurricane Ernesto. She plowed into me and knocked me over and unconscious. When I came to, two wet noses were nudging my face and I had a pounding headache, a cut up knee, and a cut up, sprained arm, which was later put in a splint and sling.
The following exchange occurred between the woman who did my CAT scan and me.
CAT scan woman: Wow, you look pretty good for having gotten hit by a bus!
me: I didnt get hit by a bus.
CAT scan woman: They told me you got hit by a Greyhound bus.
me: I was hit by a Greyhound DOG, not a Greyhound BUS.
CAT scan woman: In that case, you look really bad.

HAPPY 9th BIRTHDAY VIOLET RAYS.

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          By observing this month I have come to realize that the month of November may be the most unproductive month for students in New Jersey. Between being off for a week because of the New Jersey Teachers Convention, half days for parent/teacher conferences and Thanksgiving break, students are barely in school. I believe I was told, by my classroom teacher students are in school a total of twelve days throughout the month of November.
            I realized this month that the teacher I am observing has been having difficulty keeping her students under control this entire month. Students have been antsy, have not been raising their hands, and overall have not been cooperating. When asking the classroom teacher what the problem was, she explained to me “it’s November.”
            The teacher I am observing has almost, if not complete control of her classroom at all times. Usually with the exception of one behavior problem, students are engaged for the majority of each lesson, cooperating and eager to learn. Yet this month, even the most well behaved students are having difficulty controlling themselves.
            It was explained to me that once Halloween comes students lose almost all focus until about mid December, than Christmas comes and they lose it again. The teacher I observe expressed her concern for the lack of control of her own classroom. She discussed the fact that it is difficult just to control the behavior of the students in her classroom let alone try and actually teach lessons with her students learning the concepts of those lessons.
            Due to the schedule of November, I am not sure what could be done to help students keep focus during a period of time when they are at home more than they are in the classroom. One thing the school has control over is the dates of parent/teacher conferences, and they could schedule conferences at the end of October in order to have a few more full days of school during the month of November. Unfortunately, other than moving parent/teacher conferences, I do not believe there is much that can be done as far as Novembers schedule is concerned, and it is the teacher’s responsibility to maintain as much control as possible over her classroom.
Does anyone else have any suggestions for the month of November? What can teachers do about these circumstances.

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