The Impact of Fungal Infections on Pets: Bailey’s Journey

In the game,The Last of Us, people are infected with a parasitic fungus–Ophiocordyceps unilateralis.

The Last of Us zonbie!

This is a real fungus that infects insects and turns them into zombie insects. No, it doesn’t infect humans, thus far, but one never knows.

Now, I can hear you shouting; ‘Okay, River Lady, here you go with another outlandish story about living on the Concord River.’

Not so. I’m just starting this post by making a comparison between the real zombie-like fungus the game is based on and the fungus that has infected my dog’s nasal passages. After all, life does imitate art.

No, my dog hasn’t turned into a zombie but, in my humble opinion, the fungus creating crusty layers of plaster-like plaque in her sinuses and nasal passages is as irritating as any zombie infestation could be.

Fungus plaque in a dog’s nasal passageway.

Here’s the story: When Bailey was bitten by two ticks back in summer of 2024 she developed an autoimmune condition called IMPA, which stands for Immune-Mediated Polyarthritis, ‘a painful condition where the immune system mistakenly attacks multiple joints, causing inflammation, swelling, stiffness, lameness, fever, and lethargy.’  (Thank you, AI)

Those tick bites: one shown here on her shoulder…

Bailey’s tick bite.

ultimately resulted in several nights in intensive care (for Bailey, not me) …

Bailey, at the Massachusetts Veterinary Referral Hospital, November 2024

a damaged liver (again for Bailey), a shattered molar (yup, Bailey), ring worm (Bailey), (and tons of medication (for both Bailey and me. Anxiety rules).

One of the medications Bailey took copious amounts of was prednisone. Ah, prednisone, so potent and so damaging to the body. Cue liver issues and a shattered molar.

Bailey seemed to heal and I did my due-diligence of making payments on the $32,000 in vet bills. Sigh, no trip to Italy for me.

I type ‘seemed’ to heal because the fungus Aspergillosis had yet to rear its crusty, fungal head.

Until now.

Bailey labored breathing.

When an immune system becomes compromised, this nasty fungus sinks its little fungal spores into the nasal passages of dogs, cats, and humans, too. In dogs it’s called Dog Nose Fungus.

‘Dog nose fungus” usually refers to a serious infection in a dog’s nasal passages, causing yellow and bloody discharge, sneezing, pain, and facial swelling, and deterioration of the delicate bones in the nasal passages, especially in long-nosed breeds.’ (Again, thank you AI)

Hope you haven’t eaten recently.

Long, miserable story later and Bailey ended up at Mass Vet Hospital again for a rhinoscopy. Hey, AI, you’re up: ‘ Rhinoscopy in dogs is a specialized endoscopic procedure using a tiny camera to see inside the nasal passages and sinuses, helping vets find causes for chronic discharge, bleeding, or sneezing by identifying tumors, fungal infections (like aspergillosis), or foreign objects, often combined with CT scans and allowing for guided biopsies for accurate diagnosis and treatment. Performed under general anesthesia, it’s a key tool for diagnosing nasal diseases, removing obstructions, and collecting samples for analysis, with most dogs recovering quickly.’

The procedure went well but the doctor wasn’t hopeful she had gotten all the fungus. Bailey might need one or two more scrapings. Or, as with some dogs, the medical team might have to enter the nasal area via the temporal bone.

Okay, breathe, Cynthia, breathe. The thought of my baby going through that is overwhelming to me. But, we’ll get through it.

So, Bailey is home and on more pills, including antibiotics for pneumonia. Oh, had I failed to mention she developed pneumonia and spent a few nights in intensive care? Well, she did…and did.

Bailey, Sam, and Froggy

Now comes the pitch. Ahem.

This last round of medical work cost over $12,000, bringing my total debt past $40,000. And more procedures loom. Soooooooo, I’m asking you to post this Go-Fund-Me link to your FaceBook page, Instagram page, or any other page, to help me raise the money to cover the costs associated with treating Bailey.

Bailey Fundraiser

Bailey and Harlee on Bailey’s third birthday.

Bailey and I thank you.

Blessed be :}

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.

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Why My Dog’s Health Matters on My Birthday

70 years ago a baby was born to Francis and Harry Gonnella, and the world was never the same.

Ha! I challenge you to decide which part of the above statment is false and which is true.

Today IS my birthday, and I’m celebrating it by sitting in the waiting room of the Massachusetts Veterinary Referral Hospital in Woburn.

Guess which dog is the reason for my being here?

Yup, Bailey.

chocolate lab
Bailey, checking out the river.

Why not? Last year I sat here for her IMPA affliction and today…well, I have no idea what is wrong with her. She is having trouble breathing, her left nostril and left eye are discharging a yellow goo, and she yelps if anything touches the left side of her face. Also, she can’t open her jaw that well.

I took her to my vet three weeks ago and he couldn’t find anything immediately wrong so we started her on a course of antibiotics, which did nada.

So today she is scheduled for a rhinoscopy, ‘where a veterinarian uses a tiny camera (rhinoscope) to visually examine the inside of the nose and sinuses for issues like chronic discharge, sneezing, bleeding, or foreign objects, allowing for magnified views, fluid flushing, and even biopsies to diagnose infections, tumors, or autoimmune conditions, providing a detailed look beyond X-rays.’ (Thank you, AI)

Poor Bailey. 🤕

And Happy Birthday to me. Stay tuned for a new post about getting old. Sigh.

Blessed be :}

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.

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Gravity is a Bitch: I slipped and fell down my steps. Ouch!

I think I’ve posted this topic before but I’m old and my mind isn’t as sharp as it was. So, here it is again: I fell down my steps.

Not a ton of steps, just seven. Seven hard steps.

No, I’m not suffering from NPH again. I’m not dizzy. The ground is not tilting.

I’m just…for lack of a better word…stupid.

I have two banisters but do I use them? Nooooooooo. I have to carry a pitcher of water in one hand and a bag of birdseed in the other and step onto the frozen deck like it’s summertime. La-dee-dee.

Oh oh!

It was 6:30 in the morning with a temperature of 22 degrees.I took a hardy step onto the top of the deck and whoops! baboom-baboom-baboom-baboom.

My final destination was the bottom of the steps, drenched in water and spitting out birdseed.

Inventory time as I lay there in a dazed WTF moment.

I hit the back of my head, shoulders, wrist, and that useless bone – the coccyx. Seriously, why do humans need the coccyx?

So, once again I gave myself a mild concussion (ahhh, memories of when I tripped over the retaining block and knocked myself out – sigh).

My neck is fine and the nausea and headaches have passed but I may have broken my coccyx (I repeat, it’s a useless set of bones) and I’ve bruised the heck out of my backside.

Lesson learned: USE THE HANDRAILS.

Or wear bubblewrap.

Blessed be ;}

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.

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My Star: A Haiku to Honor My Sister

My sister, Dyan, passed six year ago on November 23, 2019. The reason for her death was the relentless pursuit of her health by ovarian cancer.

Dyan was my best friend, my companion, and my cheerleader. Without her I wouldn’t have survived the abuse I suffered as a young girl, nor would I have had the inner strength to become the woman I am today. She taught me how to love, lose, and find joy in each day.

Was she perfect? Far from it. But she was mine.

This time of year, when I stand on my front porch, I see a star shining bright in the eastern sky and I know she is with me. Her laughter rings through the night sky and wraps itself around my heart.

To honor her passing I wrote this haiku, entitled My Star

I hear you calling
a bright star...my immortal
night is when you sing

I will admit no one is going to give me an award for my prose, but no matter–my sister hears my words.

Blessed be :]

Dyan Grace Gonnella, and Baby

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.

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Why We Change Clocks: Daylight Saving Explained

Sunrise, November 11, 2025.

Why do I have to turn my clocks back? What is the method to this madness that each year I must gain an hour to only lose it in the spring? Argh!!!

According to AI from a Google search, “We turn the clocks back to return to standard time at the end of Daylight Saving Time (DST), a practice designed to make better use of natural daylight. The original goals were to conserve energy and to give people more daylight in the evenings during the summer months, though the energy savings are less significant today. Turning the clocks back restores the hour of daylight to the mornings during the winter months.”

Here’s a bit more: “The practice of “going back” and “springing forward” is a result of Daylight Saving Time (DST), which originated in the early 1900s as an energy conservation measure during World War I. Benjamin Franklin first joked about the idea in 1784, but Germany was the first country to implement a version of DST in 1916 to save fuel. The United States adopted it in 1918 but repealed it the following year; it was reinstated nationwide in 1966 by the Uniform Time Act.”

My advice, time to repeal it again.

I’d ask Trump to take care of this but he’s too busy destroying democracy to be bothered with Daylight Savings Time.

Damn stupidity if you ask me.

And yes, I’m cranky. All this back and forth isn’t good for an old lady with hydrocephalus.

Anyway, I need to go tend to my clocks. What time is it anyway?

Blessed be :}

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.

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Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds: Final Blooms and Farewell

Our time together was too brief.

It seems like only yesterday you were flying my way.

Ruby-throated hummingbird migration map
https://www.hummingbirdcentral.com/hummingbird-migration-spring-2025-map.htm

And now you’re returning to your winter homes. The Fall Migration is well underway.

Map illustrating the fall migration route of Ruby-throated hummingbirds in North America, highlighting the areas they travel through.

I enjoyed our time together, even though it was brief.

A hummingbird hovering near vibrant red cardinal flowers, set against a blurred green background.
Ruby-throated hummingbird visiting Cardinal Flowers

I know my flowers and nectar fortified these jewels of nature for their long trip. Goodness, Ruby-throated hummingbirds on the East Coast undertake a migration flight of about 500 miles!

My cardinal flowers are still blooming so I’ll have a few stragglers flying by for a to-go snack.

A Ruby-throated hummingbird hovering near bright red cardinal flowers in a vibrant garden setting.

And to my readers, please keep your nectar feeders up through October, unless you have flowers. Then you can relax and let Mother Nature feed our traveling friends.

Close-up of a vibrant orange flower with a dark center, surrounded by green leaves and blurred orange marigolds in the background.
Zinnia, a hummingbird favorite.
A hummingbird feeding on a pink flower with vibrant green foliage in the background.
Female Ruby-throated hummingbird on a Zinnia.
A ruby-throated hummingbird hovering near a pink flower, feeding on nectar.
Juvenile Ruby-throated hummingbird on a Zinnia.

So that’s it for summer 2025 and my hummingbirds.

Stay safe little ones, and goddess willing, I’ll see you in the spring.

A Ruby-throated hummingbird perched on a branch, surrounded by green foliage.
Female Ruby-throated hummingbird

Blessed be:}

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.

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Reflections on a Hot Summer: Nature’s Blessings

Last day of summer, 2025. And what a hot, muggy, buggy, did I mention hot? summer it was.

I feel I can safely type: I MADE IT!

Yes, true, I didn’t make it yet. I still have to get through tonight and the first half of tomorrow, Monday, September 22, (2:19 PM to be exact) but, hey, we’re splitting hairs here.

Great Blue Heron

So let’s take a look back at some of the blessings that came my way.

I got to watch baby Eastern bluebirds fledge from their nest.

Young Eastern bluebirds

The Baltimore Oriole chose my yard for his territory.

Baltimore Oriole

My Northern Cardinal sang his sweet song every morning.

Northern Cardinal

A family of deer visited the opposite shore of the river on many a morning.

The Ruby-throated Hummingbirds kept me company while I worked in the gardens.

Tender mercies were mine and despite the muggy, buggy, did I mention hot? weather, I have a full heart and peaceful soul.

Thank you, goddess.

Blessed be :}

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.

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The Bluebird Family: Nesting Journey in My Backyard

I own two bluebird nest boxes.

One is a cozy, cottage style box with a lovely blue roof and a squirrel guard over the front door.

The second nest box is a condo-style dwelling. A wonderful place for a pair of bluebirds to call home.

Well a pair of Eastern bluebirds were shopping around for someplace to raise their second brood of the season. Yes, bluebirds lay two broods a season.

Wouldn’t you know, they snubbed their beaks at both houses and settled on a hole in my oak slag.

Home Sweet Hole

Hmmm, this looks like a nice place.
I wonder if the missus will like it?
Oh, yes, this is a lovely spot to raise my younguns.
Let’s move in.

Side note: Slags are a great addition to any property dedicated to wildlife.

Mallard hen atop one of my oak slags.

Even ducks!

But seriously, there are two expensive nest boxes just waiting for a family of bluebirds. Why did they pick a dead tree?

Sigh.

Okay, moving on.

Sooooo, the bluebirds decided to move into the slag. There was round hole, perfect for an Eastern bluebird and, thankfully, facing my back deck and camera. Yay!

Step one: build the nest. This activity takes four to five days and is the sole responsibility of the mama bird.

Female Eastern bluebird with nesting material.

Daddy watches mama, offering critical comments like most males would do.

You’re using too many twigs!

After the nest is built comes Step Two: egg laying. Mama lays one egg per day.

https://www.3bluebirdsfarm.org/our-mission

No, I didn’t take this picture, but mama bluebird did lay three eggs.

Step three: the incubation period, which takes about 12 to 14 days. The female is the only one to sit on the eggs. Daddy’s job is to bring her food.

Did you order a caterpillar?

Once the eggs hatch both parents are busy with food runs and nest cleaning. The removal of fecal sacs produced by the nestlings is vital to keeping a sanitary home and avoiding production of a scent that will attract predators. The parent birds carry the fecal sacs away from the nest and drop them on newly washed cars.

A nestling eats six to 10 times a day and when you have three crops (mouths) to fill its a full-time job.

As the nestlings grow, they are hungry little buggers and the parents work doubletime to keep them fed.

Mom with a juicy grasshopper. Reminds me of the Disney movie A Bug’s Life where Hopper dies.

The nestlings grow into fledglings after about 16 days. What’s the difference between a nestling and fledging, you ask? Nestlings are usually naked or have sparce, downy feathers and relay on Mom and Dad for food and warmth. They don’t move around a lot, choosing to lay low in the nest and wait for food.

A fledgling has defined feathers and will ultimately leave the nest, forcing the parents to chase it as it hops and flutters on the ground.

Many ornithologists consider any young bird still in the nest a nestling while others call active young that possess feathers fledglings; even if they haven’t left the nest. I subscribe to the second group.

TaDa! My Eastern bluebird fledglings.

Or nestlings.

Whatever.

And this is the part where Mom and Dad work their tail feathers off. Three hungry fledglings all clamoring for food. Insects, berries, worms — the fledglings love a variety of tasty fare.

Don’t be deceived, Dad does plenty of feeding too.

Dad with cricket.

Soon it’s time to leave the nest, and the fledglings aren’t frightened about taking their first tumble.

The story doesn’t end there. As I mentioned, Mom and dad continue to protect and feed the fledglings on the ground. Eventually, the sky is a little bluer because the fledglings, if they survive, learn to fly.

Fledgling on top of the slag.

It’s interesting to note that over 50% of all songbird fledglings die within their first weeks after leaving the nest. Wow!

Imagine how many birds there would be if nature wasn’t so darn bitchy.

And that’s it. That’s the story of my Eastern bluebird family.

Blessed be :}

You have to admit I’m cute.

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.

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Goodbye July: A Month to Forget

Don’t let the door hit you…

Damn, July was a beastly month. Dry as a bone. The river level dropped down to August level.

The rock in the river, which typically doesn’t show until August was visible for most of July.

A cormorant standing on a rock in a river with green water.
Cormorant on the ‘rock’

And hot!! I can’t imagine Hades being hotter than some of the days in July.

Beastly hot.

A woman in a purple dress lying on sandy terrain, with a relaxed pose and long hair cascading around her.
I wish I looked this good. Sigh.

So, goodbye to July. (In case you haven’t noticed, that rhymes.)

Here is my little ode to a month from H – E – double hockey sticks.

Goodbye July
I'd like to say I'll miss you
But that would be a lie

Goodbye July
You pushed me past the brink
And drove me to indulge in alcoholic drinks

Goodbye July
It's been a blast
I'm thrilled to see that you are no in my past

Goodbye July
May you fade from my brain
And hopefully August will bring lots of rain

So there you have it. July sucked.

Wild fires, earthquakes, and all manner of discontent in the world. And here in my little corner of the Concord River I suffered through sweltering humidity that would have challenged a tropical rain forest, but without the rain.

Goodbye July

August, please be kind.

Blessed be :}

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.

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What would you have done if you spotted a child kayaking alone?

A young boy was paddling by in a kayak today. He wore a life vest, which was a good thing, but he was alone, which wasn’t.

I don’t know how old he was but …. but…..he was alone.

I called to him, inquiring as to the location of his parents. He ignored me.

What would you have done if you saw him?

I’m just wondering.

Blessed be :}

Please keep your child safe. (stock photo)
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