There comes a point in the process of fostering when a dog ceases to be a separate entity and is just one of the pack.
Perhaps it is a behavior thing and the dog just meshes with the resident dogs. There aren't any major behavior or health issues, he's just one of the gang. I think that's a good thing and what we want for our fosters.
I've done this enough to know it doesn't always work out this way. We had one that was male aggressive, so he presented a very stressful fostering experience. Others foster homes report chewing issues, resource guarding, puppies running amok, training issues. That just goes with the territory. Mine have all had a penchant for running with lingerie and chewing up socks, but still not a big deal.
This is not to say they were perfect in any way shape or form. Buddy was an escape artist, Kobe was homely and emaciated (until you saw how much heart he has), Bo had eye problems, Jackson was male aggressive, Pete and Sidney had never lived inside before. They are rather like children, you take what you get and love them anyway.
Sidney has been with us long enough that he is just one of the gang. Sometimes when you say "oh, he's a foster dog" you can explain away a plethora of issues that you are working on. Sometimes, like with Sidney, you forget he's not a permanent resident.
And we know, someone will be so lucky to adopt him and call him their own. Until that day comes he'll be just one of our pups, in our hearts, hogging our sofa.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Takes You Right Back
If I was to hazard a guess, it's been 27 years since I've baked cranberry bread. But there is a loaf in the oven right now.
My Grandmother used to bake this for us long ago - probably 27 yrs ago. It was a Grandma thing - not so much as a Mom thing. But some things take you right back and this was one of them.
At the store I work at we sell the cutest little ceramic loaf pans with holiday designs on them. When we are busy I go up and sack. I sack, rather than run a register, because there is not enough Prozac in the world to make a cashier out of me. But, baby, I can sack with the best of them. Plus, that gives me a chance to visit with our customers.
I once worked in a store where my work station was right outside the public rest rooms. When there was a line I got to chat with many people. I can initiate and hold a 2 minute conversation with anyone about anything. Who would guess those skills would come into play later in life? Suffice it to say I've sacked a bunch of these little pans and cooking/baking is a universal topic. Wrapping and the topic of baking naturally led me to cranberry bread which brought back thoughts of my Grandmother. And before the customer was out the door I knew I'd be buying fresh cranberries.
Funny how chance encounters, random comments and distant memories will take you right back. Funny how good that bread smells right now. I'll bet the taste will take me back too. Sometimes looking back can be a nurturing thing.
My Grandmother used to bake this for us long ago - probably 27 yrs ago. It was a Grandma thing - not so much as a Mom thing. But some things take you right back and this was one of them.
At the store I work at we sell the cutest little ceramic loaf pans with holiday designs on them. When we are busy I go up and sack. I sack, rather than run a register, because there is not enough Prozac in the world to make a cashier out of me. But, baby, I can sack with the best of them. Plus, that gives me a chance to visit with our customers.
I once worked in a store where my work station was right outside the public rest rooms. When there was a line I got to chat with many people. I can initiate and hold a 2 minute conversation with anyone about anything. Who would guess those skills would come into play later in life? Suffice it to say I've sacked a bunch of these little pans and cooking/baking is a universal topic. Wrapping and the topic of baking naturally led me to cranberry bread which brought back thoughts of my Grandmother. And before the customer was out the door I knew I'd be buying fresh cranberries.
Funny how chance encounters, random comments and distant memories will take you right back. Funny how good that bread smells right now. I'll bet the taste will take me back too. Sometimes looking back can be a nurturing thing.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Post Turkey Day Thots
First of all - did you see a Pointer won Best In Show at the dog show on TV yesterday? I believe it's been about 25 years since the pointers kicked some doggy butt at this show. They were due for a win. Kudos to Holly for making this happen. Was she a beauty or what?
Secondly - wow, I finally got around to having my slice of pie. It was for breakfast this morning. We had two desserts to choose from last evening. Pumpkin pie, and chocolate dipped strawberries. The berries did it for me. Even though I was pleasantly full, I did have room for a couple strawberries.
As the cook - if I couldn't nibble during preparation I'd be in big trouble. I could also get dinner on the table a lot faster. But that is the best part of serving turkey dinner. A little nibble while the bird is being carved (ok, many little nibbles). A nibble of the dressing. Look someone has to taste it for quality control purposes. Licking the beaters after you mash the potatoes. Someone has to do this stuff, it might just as well be me. Then, of course, I nibble more during clean up. No wonder there was no room for pie! Even though the table was laden with yummy foods, it was nothing compared to the blessings that laden our hearts and lives.
We did get outside yesterday to hang our tree ornaments. I believe I have the worlds largest collection of second-hand slightly damaged commercial tree ornaments. From a distance one doesn't see the cracks, scuffs, holes or hot glue repairs on these ornaments. When you think about it, who doesn't have some cracks, scuffs, or holes? Like the saying goes - "we are strongest in our broken places". These beauties were all destined for the pitch pile. Instead they have had some TLC and hang under the canopy of the tree in our front yard. Eventually the tree will have lights on it. Pretty cool.
We did take down our Halloween flag and put up our Christmas flag. Yes, I know I still have a pumpkin on the front porch. It's days are numbered, but dang I still like it.
So many traditions at hand. So many blessings to enjoy. Dogs, dinner, graces, ornaments, signs of the seasons. Life is good.
Secondly - wow, I finally got around to having my slice of pie. It was for breakfast this morning. We had two desserts to choose from last evening. Pumpkin pie, and chocolate dipped strawberries. The berries did it for me. Even though I was pleasantly full, I did have room for a couple strawberries.
As the cook - if I couldn't nibble during preparation I'd be in big trouble. I could also get dinner on the table a lot faster. But that is the best part of serving turkey dinner. A little nibble while the bird is being carved (ok, many little nibbles). A nibble of the dressing. Look someone has to taste it for quality control purposes. Licking the beaters after you mash the potatoes. Someone has to do this stuff, it might just as well be me. Then, of course, I nibble more during clean up. No wonder there was no room for pie! Even though the table was laden with yummy foods, it was nothing compared to the blessings that laden our hearts and lives.
We did get outside yesterday to hang our tree ornaments. I believe I have the worlds largest collection of second-hand slightly damaged commercial tree ornaments. From a distance one doesn't see the cracks, scuffs, holes or hot glue repairs on these ornaments. When you think about it, who doesn't have some cracks, scuffs, or holes? Like the saying goes - "we are strongest in our broken places". These beauties were all destined for the pitch pile. Instead they have had some TLC and hang under the canopy of the tree in our front yard. Eventually the tree will have lights on it. Pretty cool.
We did take down our Halloween flag and put up our Christmas flag. Yes, I know I still have a pumpkin on the front porch. It's days are numbered, but dang I still like it.
So many traditions at hand. So many blessings to enjoy. Dogs, dinner, graces, ornaments, signs of the seasons. Life is good.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
You Only Live Once
I can say this with absolute certainty. I would not have made it as a pioneer woman. My scrawny decaying carcass would be found belly glued to the ground paralysed with fear right outside of town. So perhaps this gives you the idea that I opt for safety over danger every chance I get. Cautious, careful, not exactly risk taking. So we know I'm not the female version of Indiana Jones.
But - and there is always a but......you only live once. I had the opportunity yesterday, while decorating at the museum (which originally was a railroad station), to go up to the attic. Now, I don't really have any fond memories of attics in my life experience. There was that attic at home. Mom used to have to really, really nag my Dad to go up there. Maybe he didn't like attics either. Attics are just ugly, dark, scary crawl spaces you store stuff you don't need, but can't part with.
So, did I want to go up in an attic? Here is where we apply the "you only live once" motto. So I said yes. Distance from said museum floor to ceiling is 45'. Yes, 45 feet. And the attic is on top of that. Hmmmmm, no elevator either. There were two normal flights of steps. Not so bad I could handle that. The rest of the way up was nearly straight up on what was basically ladders. I got part way up and said....I don't think I can do this. Granted I had lots of encouragement that said yes I could. The next flight involved more cursing and yet more encouragement. The only reason I didn't turn back was because I'd have to go down alone - and that didn't sound like anything I could do either. Yes, I made it up to the top, to the crawl space of catwalks over the ceiling. I wasn't so thrilled with that area either. But, in retrospect, it was pretty cool. We even went one flight further which gave us access to the roof. I viewed the roof and the spectacular view of the city from the safety of the ladder. I didn't want to risk letting go of the death grip I had on the ladder. Again this would be a good time to say thanks to my coworkers who kept me going. It was pretty awesome.
Going down was easier, mostly I think because each step meant if I fell it was a shorter distance than before. And let me tell you, today my thigh's are a tad bit sore from that climb. All in all, I'm delighted I applied the "you only live once" motto. Life offers amazing opportunities, and attics can be one of them.
But - and there is always a but......you only live once. I had the opportunity yesterday, while decorating at the museum (which originally was a railroad station), to go up to the attic. Now, I don't really have any fond memories of attics in my life experience. There was that attic at home. Mom used to have to really, really nag my Dad to go up there. Maybe he didn't like attics either. Attics are just ugly, dark, scary crawl spaces you store stuff you don't need, but can't part with.
So, did I want to go up in an attic? Here is where we apply the "you only live once" motto. So I said yes. Distance from said museum floor to ceiling is 45'. Yes, 45 feet. And the attic is on top of that. Hmmmmm, no elevator either. There were two normal flights of steps. Not so bad I could handle that. The rest of the way up was nearly straight up on what was basically ladders. I got part way up and said....I don't think I can do this. Granted I had lots of encouragement that said yes I could. The next flight involved more cursing and yet more encouragement. The only reason I didn't turn back was because I'd have to go down alone - and that didn't sound like anything I could do either. Yes, I made it up to the top, to the crawl space of catwalks over the ceiling. I wasn't so thrilled with that area either. But, in retrospect, it was pretty cool. We even went one flight further which gave us access to the roof. I viewed the roof and the spectacular view of the city from the safety of the ladder. I didn't want to risk letting go of the death grip I had on the ladder. Again this would be a good time to say thanks to my coworkers who kept me going. It was pretty awesome.
Going down was easier, mostly I think because each step meant if I fell it was a shorter distance than before. And let me tell you, today my thigh's are a tad bit sore from that climb. All in all, I'm delighted I applied the "you only live once" motto. Life offers amazing opportunities, and attics can be one of them.
Thanks Giving
Thanks Giving - Response Ability - Human Nature - Animal Magnetism - Mother Nature - Mutual Funds
What do all these words have in common? Or what if we just mix them up? Mutual Giving, Thanks ability, Giving Nature, Mother Ability. A mishmash of words rambling through my head, or perhaps I've been hitting the sauce already today. I think not.
But, I do think that we are mutually responsible to give thanks for our ability to respond to humans, mother nature, and animals. We are uniquely funded to feel grateful. On this day we celebrate just that.
But I challenge you to find your gratitude every day. Day in day out, when it's a bad day when it's a good day. I urge you to respond, to reach out, to open up. Nurture, foster, listen, learn. And laugh, don't forget the laughter. Do all this and surely love will follow.
What do all these words have in common? Or what if we just mix them up? Mutual Giving, Thanks ability, Giving Nature, Mother Ability. A mishmash of words rambling through my head, or perhaps I've been hitting the sauce already today. I think not.
But, I do think that we are mutually responsible to give thanks for our ability to respond to humans, mother nature, and animals. We are uniquely funded to feel grateful. On this day we celebrate just that.
But I challenge you to find your gratitude every day. Day in day out, when it's a bad day when it's a good day. I urge you to respond, to reach out, to open up. Nurture, foster, listen, learn. And laugh, don't forget the laughter. Do all this and surely love will follow.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Juggling...... Thank You Very Much
I may not know how to juggle, but I gave it my best shot today.
I had made a batch of satin balls for Sidney. Satin balls are high calorie meat balls full of eggs, oat meal, hamburger, cream cheese, milk, peanut butter, and wheat germ. If that doesn't help a dog put on weight I don't know what will.
So.......I have a pan of satin balls, about 24 or so, that I am moving from the garage freezer to the kitchen freezer. I open the door, hit the edge of the pan on the corner of the freezer door and find myself juggling 24 meat balls. I'm thinking, if these hit the floor all four dogs will think the heavens opened up just for them! The pan hangs precipitously, almost sliding to the point of no return, I'm reaching as far as I can the other way towards the counter trying to grab the other cookie sheet to catch them if they fall. It was a moment worthy of Carol Burnett. I snag the other pan, clap it underneath, securing the meat balls in the equivalent of a cookie sheet sandwich. Phhfeewww - feeding frenzy narrowly averted.
Now, the dogs might not find that breathtaking save to be worth a rats pa toot. But in the realm of close calls it was a worthy rescue. I'm thankful I could do that. Just as I am thankful for the dogs, for the opportunity to foster, for the roof over our heads and the food on our table.
I'm thankful for you who read my blogs and share my life. I'm thankful that all those years ago I bought a little ball of lab fur named Abby. She began this journey into dogs, and the dream to save just one. And yes, I'm thankful it didn't rain meatballs today. Although it would have been great fodder for America's Funniest Home Video - Juggling Meatballs edition.
I had made a batch of satin balls for Sidney. Satin balls are high calorie meat balls full of eggs, oat meal, hamburger, cream cheese, milk, peanut butter, and wheat germ. If that doesn't help a dog put on weight I don't know what will.
So.......I have a pan of satin balls, about 24 or so, that I am moving from the garage freezer to the kitchen freezer. I open the door, hit the edge of the pan on the corner of the freezer door and find myself juggling 24 meat balls. I'm thinking, if these hit the floor all four dogs will think the heavens opened up just for them! The pan hangs precipitously, almost sliding to the point of no return, I'm reaching as far as I can the other way towards the counter trying to grab the other cookie sheet to catch them if they fall. It was a moment worthy of Carol Burnett. I snag the other pan, clap it underneath, securing the meat balls in the equivalent of a cookie sheet sandwich. Phhfeewww - feeding frenzy narrowly averted.
Now, the dogs might not find that breathtaking save to be worth a rats pa toot. But in the realm of close calls it was a worthy rescue. I'm thankful I could do that. Just as I am thankful for the dogs, for the opportunity to foster, for the roof over our heads and the food on our table.
I'm thankful for you who read my blogs and share my life. I'm thankful that all those years ago I bought a little ball of lab fur named Abby. She began this journey into dogs, and the dream to save just one. And yes, I'm thankful it didn't rain meatballs today. Although it would have been great fodder for America's Funniest Home Video - Juggling Meatballs edition.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Glitter Glitter Everywhere
I know I've got glitter on my face. On my clothes, my shoes, my - well most everything. And no, I don't put it there intentionally. We joke it's be cause we have such glamorous jobs. But that is just a joke. Anyone who handles any product decorated with glitter ends up taking some home. It will stick to your skin for months - and yes, I do shower every day. Still the glitter sticks. I know I've been working too much when the dogs have glitter on them just from me loving up on them.
All that said, we began hanging ornaments on the tree at the Durham today. I admit to being guilty of something (besides wearing copious amounts of glitter). I tend to see the individual steps of the process and not the big picture. Day One - wire the ornaments, stop wiring to watch tree being hauled in, wire more ornaments. Day Two - hang ornaments, hang more ornaments, replace a few burnt out bulbs, hang more ornaments, have lunch, hang more ornaments. Day Three - hang more ornaments, look for holes what need more ornaments, hang more ornaments.
What I sometimes neglect to see is the beauty of the overall project. The majesty of it. The magic of it. Aren't we all like that to some degree? We complete the project, but fail to enjoy the process.
Tomorrow is Day Three. I plan to wear my glitter as a badge. A badge that says I helped make magic. I helped decorate a whopper of a tree. I'm going to rest my manager side, my designer side, my employee side. I'm going to let my delighted child side see the magic, to feel the joy, to celebrate the process. And she, this adorable child in me, will be sparkling with life that is brighter than any glitter made.
All that said, we began hanging ornaments on the tree at the Durham today. I admit to being guilty of something (besides wearing copious amounts of glitter). I tend to see the individual steps of the process and not the big picture. Day One - wire the ornaments, stop wiring to watch tree being hauled in, wire more ornaments. Day Two - hang ornaments, hang more ornaments, replace a few burnt out bulbs, hang more ornaments, have lunch, hang more ornaments. Day Three - hang more ornaments, look for holes what need more ornaments, hang more ornaments.
What I sometimes neglect to see is the beauty of the overall project. The majesty of it. The magic of it. Aren't we all like that to some degree? We complete the project, but fail to enjoy the process.
Tomorrow is Day Three. I plan to wear my glitter as a badge. A badge that says I helped make magic. I helped decorate a whopper of a tree. I'm going to rest my manager side, my designer side, my employee side. I'm going to let my delighted child side see the magic, to feel the joy, to celebrate the process. And she, this adorable child in me, will be sparkling with life that is brighter than any glitter made.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Big Tree's
This week finds me supervising decorating a large tree. Actually, when you add up all the people involved it takes about 30+ (if not more) people all year to pull this off. You see, it's not your basic Christmas tree.
By big tree's I mean really big trees. This year's tree, a 50' blue spruce is stunning. It was cut today from a residential home owner's yard. Transported across town on a flat bed truck, and hauled inside one of our local museum's. From there it was suspended by a cable from the ceiling, the trunk hanging in a large trough. As I write, it has been fire proofed and is being lit. Hundreds of lights will adorn it.
Tomorrow we begin the task of putting hundreds of ornaments (and a flock of cardinals) on it. A crew of about 12, using two cherry pickers will work all day Tuesday and Wednesday to finish the project. I generally figure after decorating this tree, any others I do this season will be a piece of cake.
I mention this project for a couple reasons. First of all this tree is as big as the heart of the season. It is a symbol of team work, dedication, celebration. It represents magic and history. It takes a noble tree that grew silently for years and puts it on display for the city to see. For years it housed birds and squirrels and graced the environment. Now it will hold lights, ornaments and hopes for the season.
Friday night there will be a ceremony to light this tree. At a time when we need hope and symbols of good things - I trust this tree will help fill the bill. Once it was just a seedling, now it holds the seeds of a joyful holiday season.
By big tree's I mean really big trees. This year's tree, a 50' blue spruce is stunning. It was cut today from a residential home owner's yard. Transported across town on a flat bed truck, and hauled inside one of our local museum's. From there it was suspended by a cable from the ceiling, the trunk hanging in a large trough. As I write, it has been fire proofed and is being lit. Hundreds of lights will adorn it.
Tomorrow we begin the task of putting hundreds of ornaments (and a flock of cardinals) on it. A crew of about 12, using two cherry pickers will work all day Tuesday and Wednesday to finish the project. I generally figure after decorating this tree, any others I do this season will be a piece of cake.
I mention this project for a couple reasons. First of all this tree is as big as the heart of the season. It is a symbol of team work, dedication, celebration. It represents magic and history. It takes a noble tree that grew silently for years and puts it on display for the city to see. For years it housed birds and squirrels and graced the environment. Now it will hold lights, ornaments and hopes for the season.
Friday night there will be a ceremony to light this tree. At a time when we need hope and symbols of good things - I trust this tree will help fill the bill. Once it was just a seedling, now it holds the seeds of a joyful holiday season.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Toasty Warm
I don't know how they do it. Well, I do, but at the same time I don't. I'm referring to dogs curled up in a ball to sleep. They are so warm! Here it's November, I've got two layers on, it was 52 degrees today and I'm still chilly.
Ever stopped to snuggle with a dog all curled up? It's like a four legged hot water bottle. An electric blanket with legs, a bed buddy with fur. Plus they smell yummy too. It must be a toasty warm smell. Whatever it is, I dig it.
Sidney was all tucked into a ball when I paused to love up on him. It was awesome. I did recently treat myself to a hot stone massage. That too was phenomenal. But snuggling a toasty warm dog is right up there with a hot stone massage in my book.
If I could, in this order......have a good glass of wine (maybe two), a hot stone massage, and then melt in next to a warm sleepy dog I'd have it all. Well, I'd better invite Reno too, wouldn't want him to miss out on the ultimate bliss.
Oh yes, doggy heaven.
Ever stopped to snuggle with a dog all curled up? It's like a four legged hot water bottle. An electric blanket with legs, a bed buddy with fur. Plus they smell yummy too. It must be a toasty warm smell. Whatever it is, I dig it.
Sidney was all tucked into a ball when I paused to love up on him. It was awesome. I did recently treat myself to a hot stone massage. That too was phenomenal. But snuggling a toasty warm dog is right up there with a hot stone massage in my book.
If I could, in this order......have a good glass of wine (maybe two), a hot stone massage, and then melt in next to a warm sleepy dog I'd have it all. Well, I'd better invite Reno too, wouldn't want him to miss out on the ultimate bliss.
Oh yes, doggy heaven.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Thankful Is As Thankful Does
Okay, so maybe I'm paraphrasing Forest Gump. I don't think he'd mind.
Of the three pointers pulled from a rural Oklahoma this summer - two have found their forever homes. As I understand it, all three originated from a local breeder who resided very close to the shelter they ended up in. All three endured sweltering heat, and bitter cold in a metal, four run shelter.
Two went into foster care on the East Coast. Sidney stayed here in the Midwest. The other two have been adopted, and with Sidney, we trust it's just a matter of time. Time passes all to quickly, and all too slowly. We are always racing ahead. Or looking back. Sometimes simultaneously.
It's countdown to Thanksgiving week. Normally, I feed 20-25 of my siblings and extended family dinner. This year none of them will be attending - honestly, I've never given them food poisoning. For various and sundry reasons they aren't coming, and while part of me is sad, another part of me sees infinite possibilities here.
Our table will feed my four most favorite people in the world, and no doubt there will be 5 dogs and possibly a bearded dragon in the front room. We will all be able to sit down at the same time, at the same table.
It may take me all week to count my blessings. Thankful is a process, a life choice. Thankful is what allows us to open up to new things, good things, and find the beauty in old things, familiar things. Thankful is as thankful does.
And gratitude allows us to wait in peace for good things to unfold. Just like it did for the other two Oklahoma dogs - just like it will for Sidney.
Of the three pointers pulled from a rural Oklahoma this summer - two have found their forever homes. As I understand it, all three originated from a local breeder who resided very close to the shelter they ended up in. All three endured sweltering heat, and bitter cold in a metal, four run shelter.
Two went into foster care on the East Coast. Sidney stayed here in the Midwest. The other two have been adopted, and with Sidney, we trust it's just a matter of time. Time passes all to quickly, and all too slowly. We are always racing ahead. Or looking back. Sometimes simultaneously.
It's countdown to Thanksgiving week. Normally, I feed 20-25 of my siblings and extended family dinner. This year none of them will be attending - honestly, I've never given them food poisoning. For various and sundry reasons they aren't coming, and while part of me is sad, another part of me sees infinite possibilities here.
Our table will feed my four most favorite people in the world, and no doubt there will be 5 dogs and possibly a bearded dragon in the front room. We will all be able to sit down at the same time, at the same table.
It may take me all week to count my blessings. Thankful is a process, a life choice. Thankful is what allows us to open up to new things, good things, and find the beauty in old things, familiar things. Thankful is as thankful does.
And gratitude allows us to wait in peace for good things to unfold. Just like it did for the other two Oklahoma dogs - just like it will for Sidney.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Vet's
I love my veterinarian. I love all of them at the practice. They are good people. I love when my vet sits down on the floor to examine my dog.
I have a few requests though. I think, since I am a really regular client, that when I walk in it should be like the scene from Cheer's when Norm walks in the bar......they should all pause and say "Nancy!" and then carry on.
I think there should be a handicapped parking space just for clients with old handicapped dogs as well as the handicapped clients.
I think there should be a punch card for people in rescue who bring animals in for spays/neuters. I suggested this once at the front desk and they laughed at me. Imagine that.
I think a little rub off card giving you 10%, 25%, or 50% off that days services would be a hoot.
I think I should probably have an exam room bearing my name on it as the main benefactor.
I often wonder if they think I'm nuts, or if they like to see me coming. I wonder if I go a whole month without visiting (like this will ever happen) will they call to see if I'm okay? I wonder if I can trade my labor to pay my bill? So many options here!
I do miss that they don't do overnight emergency care anymore. I hate going to strangers who charge up the wazoo when you have an after hours emergency. You are vulnerable enough in that situation without the added expense.
Ahhh, yes. I have a special relationship with my vet's. God bless them. I believe I'll send them a copy of this blog - maybe that punch card will arrive with my Christmas card - wouldn't that be a happy event.
I have a few requests though. I think, since I am a really regular client, that when I walk in it should be like the scene from Cheer's when Norm walks in the bar......they should all pause and say "Nancy!" and then carry on.
I think there should be a handicapped parking space just for clients with old handicapped dogs as well as the handicapped clients.
I think there should be a punch card for people in rescue who bring animals in for spays/neuters. I suggested this once at the front desk and they laughed at me. Imagine that.
I think a little rub off card giving you 10%, 25%, or 50% off that days services would be a hoot.
I think I should probably have an exam room bearing my name on it as the main benefactor.
I often wonder if they think I'm nuts, or if they like to see me coming. I wonder if I go a whole month without visiting (like this will ever happen) will they call to see if I'm okay? I wonder if I can trade my labor to pay my bill? So many options here!
I do miss that they don't do overnight emergency care anymore. I hate going to strangers who charge up the wazoo when you have an after hours emergency. You are vulnerable enough in that situation without the added expense.
Ahhh, yes. I have a special relationship with my vet's. God bless them. I believe I'll send them a copy of this blog - maybe that punch card will arrive with my Christmas card - wouldn't that be a happy event.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Note To Self
Don't you love those things that cause you to say - Note to Self - because sometimes the Self really needs a reminder (or two or three) about what we can, can't or just plain shouldn't do.
This mornings reminder is - Self (and I say that lovingly), what the hell were you thinking??? I gave Prince Kobe a bath this morning. Usually baths are done outdoors. But it was too cold and he really needed one. So, my independent, I can do it, not so intelligent self said no sweat pet, I can do this. And I did.
But the truth is - I just can't (and shouldn't!) lift 50 lbs of dog anymore. Just like I can't (and shouldn't) lift those 35 lb bags of dog food anymore. And yet I still do.
I lifted him in, bathed him, comforted him and then realized he's the one dog of mine that can't get out of the tub on his own. The others are all to willing to scramble out. Kobe is not willing or able to do that!! Fifty+ pounds of wet dog adds up. And my back is yelling at me because of it.
Of course, I realize a little later today I will be lifting him in and out of the truck as we visit the vet. It falls under the "you gotta do what you gotta do" for your beloved pets.
Of course, the Note To Self following all of this is - take two Advil, and a little ice on the back won't hurt either.......
This mornings reminder is - Self (and I say that lovingly), what the hell were you thinking??? I gave Prince Kobe a bath this morning. Usually baths are done outdoors. But it was too cold and he really needed one. So, my independent, I can do it, not so intelligent self said no sweat pet, I can do this. And I did.
But the truth is - I just can't (and shouldn't!) lift 50 lbs of dog anymore. Just like I can't (and shouldn't) lift those 35 lb bags of dog food anymore. And yet I still do.
I lifted him in, bathed him, comforted him and then realized he's the one dog of mine that can't get out of the tub on his own. The others are all to willing to scramble out. Kobe is not willing or able to do that!! Fifty+ pounds of wet dog adds up. And my back is yelling at me because of it.
Of course, I realize a little later today I will be lifting him in and out of the truck as we visit the vet. It falls under the "you gotta do what you gotta do" for your beloved pets.
Of course, the Note To Self following all of this is - take two Advil, and a little ice on the back won't hurt either.......
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
A Pain In the Gas
I tried to fill up my truck with gas this morning. One wouldn't think it would be that difficult. After all, gas prices are down. It doesn't cost an arm and a leg, the dreaded sticker shock at the pump has subsided.
I practically danced into the station in anticipation of the $1.73 per gallon price. First pump I stopped at didn't want to play my game. The screen where you press the payment buttons had an error message that would not go away. The help button wouldn't provide any help. So I went to drive to the next set of pumps. That one had bags over the handles. No help there. I wish I could put bags over my handles..... So I pulled into the third row and begin pumping. Except it was pumping in slow motion. If it was pumping at all. It took over two minutes to pump 1/2 a gallon of gas. Crikey, didn't they know I was already late for work? Did the God's of gas pump karma have to frown on me today?
Frustrated I quit pumping, and of course, it would not give me a receipt. So I walked inside for my receipt for $1.20. I mentioned their pump issues and then drove to the next station down the road. There the pump did everything it should, except I pressed the wrong button and was pumping the $1.83 per gallon gas instead of the $1.73 per gallon gas. That would not do!
Why do you suppose it was such a pain in the gas today? Truthfully, I don't know. A lesson in patience? Maybe. A lesson in futility, definitely. Bad car-ma? Beats me. All told I got about 6 gallons of gas. Maybe tomorrow I'll try again. Like they say if at first you don't succeed. Try, try again. Gas should not be this tough.
I practically danced into the station in anticipation of the $1.73 per gallon price. First pump I stopped at didn't want to play my game. The screen where you press the payment buttons had an error message that would not go away. The help button wouldn't provide any help. So I went to drive to the next set of pumps. That one had bags over the handles. No help there. I wish I could put bags over my handles..... So I pulled into the third row and begin pumping. Except it was pumping in slow motion. If it was pumping at all. It took over two minutes to pump 1/2 a gallon of gas. Crikey, didn't they know I was already late for work? Did the God's of gas pump karma have to frown on me today?
Frustrated I quit pumping, and of course, it would not give me a receipt. So I walked inside for my receipt for $1.20. I mentioned their pump issues and then drove to the next station down the road. There the pump did everything it should, except I pressed the wrong button and was pumping the $1.83 per gallon gas instead of the $1.73 per gallon gas. That would not do!
Why do you suppose it was such a pain in the gas today? Truthfully, I don't know. A lesson in patience? Maybe. A lesson in futility, definitely. Bad car-ma? Beats me. All told I got about 6 gallons of gas. Maybe tomorrow I'll try again. Like they say if at first you don't succeed. Try, try again. Gas should not be this tough.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Cookies From Heaven
It's Tuesday - which means I have to clean up the yard. You might call it poo-doo day. So many interesting things to take in while on poo-doo.
It was a frozen poo-doo day, with Fall well in hand. The sun was out, thankfully. The yard dry, mercifully. The wind was biting though. The bald cypress is almost completely bald. A few pansies who made it through the summer heat are putting out their last hurrah.
On windy days my yard collects many things. All the trash cans from the circle usually, plus papers, bags and other silly things. Just the other day a small ghost blew in from someones Halloween decorations. I try to pick up odds and ends to keep the dogs from doing it for me.
Today must have been a red letter day for Sidney. I was scooping poo and looked up to see Sidney snarf something up and start chowing it. I immediately checked into it. And truthfully, it must be the day the heavens will open up and rain cookies from on high. Because Sidney was chowing on a sugar cookie with M&M's. Helloooo? Where do cookies like this come from? So many thoughts blew through my mind. How did it get there? Why couldn't it be a cookie without any chocolate in it? Will the cookie make him sick? Were there more? Will there be a dozen with macadamia nuts with my name on them? Who has the milk?
Now I know it's unlikely it fell from the sky. Probably it means someone cut through my yard. Do I mind they cut through my yard - yep. What kind of person could be be so careless to lose a cookie along the way? Why couldn't it have been an Omaha Steaks truck with the back door open? No, no, I get a random trespasser with loose cookies.
Sidney didn't mind at all. He likes it here. A warm crate, roof over the head, loving hands to pet him.....and cookies falling from the sky. Life is good.
It was a frozen poo-doo day, with Fall well in hand. The sun was out, thankfully. The yard dry, mercifully. The wind was biting though. The bald cypress is almost completely bald. A few pansies who made it through the summer heat are putting out their last hurrah.
On windy days my yard collects many things. All the trash cans from the circle usually, plus papers, bags and other silly things. Just the other day a small ghost blew in from someones Halloween decorations. I try to pick up odds and ends to keep the dogs from doing it for me.
Today must have been a red letter day for Sidney. I was scooping poo and looked up to see Sidney snarf something up and start chowing it. I immediately checked into it. And truthfully, it must be the day the heavens will open up and rain cookies from on high. Because Sidney was chowing on a sugar cookie with M&M's. Helloooo? Where do cookies like this come from? So many thoughts blew through my mind. How did it get there? Why couldn't it be a cookie without any chocolate in it? Will the cookie make him sick? Were there more? Will there be a dozen with macadamia nuts with my name on them? Who has the milk?
Now I know it's unlikely it fell from the sky. Probably it means someone cut through my yard. Do I mind they cut through my yard - yep. What kind of person could be be so careless to lose a cookie along the way? Why couldn't it have been an Omaha Steaks truck with the back door open? No, no, I get a random trespasser with loose cookies.
Sidney didn't mind at all. He likes it here. A warm crate, roof over the head, loving hands to pet him.....and cookies falling from the sky. Life is good.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Good Dog Mom - Bad Dog Mom
Let me preface this with - honestly, we weren't drinking, honestly. Maybe we should have been.
I try to be a good dog Mom. However, once in a while I do mess up. Proof that I am human. Also I want you to know sometimes I am embarrassed to share some of the things I do share in blogs. But I figure, if I struggle with it, someone else might too. If I flounder and blunder - I'm guessing I'm not alone. If I'm clueless - well, you get my drift.
Here is the deal. We were going out Saturday evening. Reno opened the car door for me and turned to go to his side of the car. And he sees that we forgot to let Maddie inside. Yikes, we don't usually do that. So he puts her inside only to find I'd forgotten to crate Sidney on my way out. Or, he had forgotten to crate Sidney on his way out - but I digress. So Maddie is in, Sidney is crated...out we go.
We arrive home 2 1/2 hours later and low and behold we discover Kobe was outside too!! Holy crap batman - how did we do that? And dang - did I/we feel horrible. We never leave dogs out when we are not home, at least not intentionally! Plus it was cold, making me feel extra guilty.
Suffice it to say we will be counting noses more carefully before going out. And, Kobe? He's just fine. I'm sure he barked rather indignantly at the door off and on all of those hours he was out alone. Just as I am certain his bed by the register vent in our bedroom was a sight for sore eyes and cold paws that night. He's forgiven me for leaving him out - and I've learned a valuable lesson. Count those noses.
I try to be a good dog Mom. However, once in a while I do mess up. Proof that I am human. Also I want you to know sometimes I am embarrassed to share some of the things I do share in blogs. But I figure, if I struggle with it, someone else might too. If I flounder and blunder - I'm guessing I'm not alone. If I'm clueless - well, you get my drift.
Here is the deal. We were going out Saturday evening. Reno opened the car door for me and turned to go to his side of the car. And he sees that we forgot to let Maddie inside. Yikes, we don't usually do that. So he puts her inside only to find I'd forgotten to crate Sidney on my way out. Or, he had forgotten to crate Sidney on his way out - but I digress. So Maddie is in, Sidney is crated...out we go.
We arrive home 2 1/2 hours later and low and behold we discover Kobe was outside too!! Holy crap batman - how did we do that? And dang - did I/we feel horrible. We never leave dogs out when we are not home, at least not intentionally! Plus it was cold, making me feel extra guilty.
Suffice it to say we will be counting noses more carefully before going out. And, Kobe? He's just fine. I'm sure he barked rather indignantly at the door off and on all of those hours he was out alone. Just as I am certain his bed by the register vent in our bedroom was a sight for sore eyes and cold paws that night. He's forgiven me for leaving him out - and I've learned a valuable lesson. Count those noses.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
So Thankful
We are so thankful this year we are having three thanksgiving dinners. Proof yet again, I may be certifiable.
The first was the beginning of this month when all of Reno's family was in town. How could we not prepare one then? The second one is a another tradition - having my son and his college friends over for a turkey dinner before semester breaks and they all head home for Thanksgiving with their families. Maybe I just like feeding college students. Is there a more appreciative bunch of eaters in the world? I don't think so. Plus one of the roommates insists I make the best gravy in the whole world. Right up there with his Grandmother's. Pretty heady compliment there I tell you. We are preparing that feast today. This will be the last year I'll be able to do this dinner. My son will be done with classes in December and walking for his diploma in May with his two roommates. My only regret is I didn't begin this tradition their freshman year.
The third dinner will be on Thanksgiving proper. We'll feed my family of origin. I'm wondering if I'll be turkey'd out by then.
Today's feast is already easier than the first. For example the fridge door has been fixed which eliminates the anxiety of it perhaps coming off in my hand whenever I'd cautiously open it. The turkey I bought is an uncooked one - amen to that. Thus, I will have a place for stuffing. So that surprise won't completely freak me like the last turkey did. Always a good thing not to freak out the cook.
Maybe by the last dinner I'll be ready to try a complete new menu for Thanksgiving day. While I love the traditional recipes, I also enjoy trying new ones. I could go completely wild, but that might freak out the guests.
If it sounds like a lot of cooking - you are right. But I love feeding people. And all the blessings we have, big and little, two footed and four footed, family and friends, blessings of old and new ones on the horizon give us reason to give thanks. Some people would drink to that - I believe I'll cook.
The first was the beginning of this month when all of Reno's family was in town. How could we not prepare one then? The second one is a another tradition - having my son and his college friends over for a turkey dinner before semester breaks and they all head home for Thanksgiving with their families. Maybe I just like feeding college students. Is there a more appreciative bunch of eaters in the world? I don't think so. Plus one of the roommates insists I make the best gravy in the whole world. Right up there with his Grandmother's. Pretty heady compliment there I tell you. We are preparing that feast today. This will be the last year I'll be able to do this dinner. My son will be done with classes in December and walking for his diploma in May with his two roommates. My only regret is I didn't begin this tradition their freshman year.
The third dinner will be on Thanksgiving proper. We'll feed my family of origin. I'm wondering if I'll be turkey'd out by then.
Today's feast is already easier than the first. For example the fridge door has been fixed which eliminates the anxiety of it perhaps coming off in my hand whenever I'd cautiously open it. The turkey I bought is an uncooked one - amen to that. Thus, I will have a place for stuffing. So that surprise won't completely freak me like the last turkey did. Always a good thing not to freak out the cook.
Maybe by the last dinner I'll be ready to try a complete new menu for Thanksgiving day. While I love the traditional recipes, I also enjoy trying new ones. I could go completely wild, but that might freak out the guests.
If it sounds like a lot of cooking - you are right. But I love feeding people. And all the blessings we have, big and little, two footed and four footed, family and friends, blessings of old and new ones on the horizon give us reason to give thanks. Some people would drink to that - I believe I'll cook.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Dog Tags
They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. But, the way to my heart has always been through my dogs.... (well, and diamonds). So any gift for my dogs is a gift of love.
A girl friend of mine gave me an excellent gift - for the dogs of course. And what better gift for a pet than an I.D. tag. This version is a bit unusual. It does not have the dogs name, address or phone number on it. It provides identification of another kind.
Her wisdom says it all. I now have four heart shaped (Husker Red, of course) tags for the dogs that say "I Rescued A Human".
Amen to that concept. She has often said her dog did the rescuing and not the other way around. Every time they greet us at the door, snuggle with us at night, wag their tail in joy, love us unconditionally, dance with pleasure for their food - they rescue us again.
We may think they are dependent on us, but in fact it is the other way around. How awesome to have been rescued in this way. How perfect to give the honor back to them by way of these I.D. tags.
A girl friend of mine gave me an excellent gift - for the dogs of course. And what better gift for a pet than an I.D. tag. This version is a bit unusual. It does not have the dogs name, address or phone number on it. It provides identification of another kind.
Her wisdom says it all. I now have four heart shaped (Husker Red, of course) tags for the dogs that say "I Rescued A Human".
Amen to that concept. She has often said her dog did the rescuing and not the other way around. Every time they greet us at the door, snuggle with us at night, wag their tail in joy, love us unconditionally, dance with pleasure for their food - they rescue us again.
We may think they are dependent on us, but in fact it is the other way around. How awesome to have been rescued in this way. How perfect to give the honor back to them by way of these I.D. tags.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Crabby Pants
Since owning it is the first step, let me stand and say I have my crabby pants on. It doesn't happen very often. And if I wasn't already crabby, being crabby would really P!ss me off.
What really torques me off is when I'm crabby and can't quite put my finger on what set it off. I know the actions involved, but my reactions are go way back to some other incident. Except I can't pin down the other incident. Crabby is a chain reaction sort of thing.
Add to this outbreak of crabbiness the need to dress for a funeral. No matter what you put on when you are crabby - it's just not going to look right. Not that it really matters what I wear to a sad event. As long as it's clean and appropriate it will be fine. But I guess I'm angry that my closet doesn't present more options today. Stupid closet.
Crabby is an out of control feeling - and really, who digs that feeling? I believe that I'll take a deep breath. Close my eyes.....inhale......exhale.....and release some of that crabbiness. When it comes to the big picture, this little fit of irritation doesn't even make the radar. I'm going to take off my crabby pants now...... thanks for sharing my rant.
What really torques me off is when I'm crabby and can't quite put my finger on what set it off. I know the actions involved, but my reactions are go way back to some other incident. Except I can't pin down the other incident. Crabby is a chain reaction sort of thing.
Add to this outbreak of crabbiness the need to dress for a funeral. No matter what you put on when you are crabby - it's just not going to look right. Not that it really matters what I wear to a sad event. As long as it's clean and appropriate it will be fine. But I guess I'm angry that my closet doesn't present more options today. Stupid closet.
Crabby is an out of control feeling - and really, who digs that feeling? I believe that I'll take a deep breath. Close my eyes.....inhale......exhale.....and release some of that crabbiness. When it comes to the big picture, this little fit of irritation doesn't even make the radar. I'm going to take off my crabby pants now...... thanks for sharing my rant.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Picking It Up
There is a lot to be said about dog poop. For one, it's a stinky subject. And, shoveling it is definitely not my favorite thing to do. It is part and parcel, or would that be part and pile, of owning pets. Poop happens - consistently.
Some times of the year it's easier clean up. Oh.......... this might be a good time to say, if you are offended by discussions such as this, it might be a good time to see if you have any pertinent Spam in your junk mail box begging for your attention.
As I was saying, some times of the year it's easier to clean up. I love it when the sun bakes it (yes, I'm really admitting this) so it is easy to scoop up. Wet weather makes the process even less appealing. Face it, no one likes soggy poop. All these random thots wandered through my mind as I scooped recycled dog food this morning. Mind you, we had 1 1/2 inches of rain this week.
What some people don't realize is how visually taxing yard clean up can be this time of year. My eyes are exhausted! There are literally a zillion leaves in the yard, in various colors and stages of decay. A brown leaf, curling and dying, can look more like poop that one might imagine. I have a pattern I follow to scan the yard for piles. Yes, I am crazy - no need to remind me. All the fallen leaves definitely clutter the visual poop pattern as I walk the yard. Like radar in an air show - the pattern was really full.
If nothing else, perhaps this blog will give you new respect for those who make their living cleaning up dog do-do. It's not the no brainer job we think it is. When I hit the lottery, perhaps I'll hire one of those companies. Until then, I'll keep picking it up and sharing my thoughts with you.
Poop happens. Without poop, there would be no dogs. Without dogs, life would stink like a really big pile of you-know-what.
Some times of the year it's easier clean up. Oh.......... this might be a good time to say, if you are offended by discussions such as this, it might be a good time to see if you have any pertinent Spam in your junk mail box begging for your attention.
As I was saying, some times of the year it's easier to clean up. I love it when the sun bakes it (yes, I'm really admitting this) so it is easy to scoop up. Wet weather makes the process even less appealing. Face it, no one likes soggy poop. All these random thots wandered through my mind as I scooped recycled dog food this morning. Mind you, we had 1 1/2 inches of rain this week.
What some people don't realize is how visually taxing yard clean up can be this time of year. My eyes are exhausted! There are literally a zillion leaves in the yard, in various colors and stages of decay. A brown leaf, curling and dying, can look more like poop that one might imagine. I have a pattern I follow to scan the yard for piles. Yes, I am crazy - no need to remind me. All the fallen leaves definitely clutter the visual poop pattern as I walk the yard. Like radar in an air show - the pattern was really full.
If nothing else, perhaps this blog will give you new respect for those who make their living cleaning up dog do-do. It's not the no brainer job we think it is. When I hit the lottery, perhaps I'll hire one of those companies. Until then, I'll keep picking it up and sharing my thoughts with you.
Poop happens. Without poop, there would be no dogs. Without dogs, life would stink like a really big pile of you-know-what.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Grin and Bear It
Reno and I have a ongoing debate. I maintain all people (well mostly) are predominantly good. He believes the polar opposite. It's probably just as well that of the two of us, I'm the one who works in retail.
I waited on the most obnoxious customer today. He was most dissatisfied with the selection my department offered basically because I didn't have any beige silk poinsettia's. He simply had to have beige poinsettia's to go with the red ones. Nothing else would do. Nothing else in the beige family could be substituted. And I was told repeatedly of his disgust. I could see my staff watching and listening the dialog. I could tell they would be dropping to their knee's and thanking their lucky stars I got this customer and not them. Sometimes, no matter what options you offer it is never good enough.
Besides the verbal rudeness, the customer went on to drop the "M" bomb. He asked rhetorically if he'd have to go to Michael's to find the poinsettia's I simply did not have. He added (to soften the blow I think) that he comes here first, but that he'd go there if he had to. Those of us who work for independently owned craft stores cringe when the "M" word is waived at us like a red flag at a bull.
Several thoughts came to my mind on how to reply to this not-so-gentleman. I'm sure you could also come up with some choice words. That part is easy. That part is not, however, what customer service is all about. My response was that not all my product was over from the warehouse (yes, my staff was shooting daggers at me when I said this). And, that possibly I'd have other product coming in that might work for him. No, I couldn't guarantee the beige poinsettia's. Between you and I........I don't envision a huge demand anywhere for beige Christmas flowers, but who am I to tell him his vision may be slightly warped?
We were glad (understatement of the century) to see him leave. If he finds his beige stems elsewhere so be it. If he returns, I hope we can find the strength to smile at him and try to be of assistance. That much pressure to find beige, and that much dissatisfaction must be a heavy weight to bear.
But his attitude does not have to color mine. For those who live full of joy time flies. For those who live by darkness and doom, I imagine the days drag on. My choice is to grin and bare it. To believe there will be three really fabulous customers for every one like this. At least three, maybe even more.
I waited on the most obnoxious customer today. He was most dissatisfied with the selection my department offered basically because I didn't have any beige silk poinsettia's. He simply had to have beige poinsettia's to go with the red ones. Nothing else would do. Nothing else in the beige family could be substituted. And I was told repeatedly of his disgust. I could see my staff watching and listening the dialog. I could tell they would be dropping to their knee's and thanking their lucky stars I got this customer and not them. Sometimes, no matter what options you offer it is never good enough.
Besides the verbal rudeness, the customer went on to drop the "M" bomb. He asked rhetorically if he'd have to go to Michael's to find the poinsettia's I simply did not have. He added (to soften the blow I think) that he comes here first, but that he'd go there if he had to. Those of us who work for independently owned craft stores cringe when the "M" word is waived at us like a red flag at a bull.
Several thoughts came to my mind on how to reply to this not-so-gentleman. I'm sure you could also come up with some choice words. That part is easy. That part is not, however, what customer service is all about. My response was that not all my product was over from the warehouse (yes, my staff was shooting daggers at me when I said this). And, that possibly I'd have other product coming in that might work for him. No, I couldn't guarantee the beige poinsettia's. Between you and I........I don't envision a huge demand anywhere for beige Christmas flowers, but who am I to tell him his vision may be slightly warped?
We were glad (understatement of the century) to see him leave. If he finds his beige stems elsewhere so be it. If he returns, I hope we can find the strength to smile at him and try to be of assistance. That much pressure to find beige, and that much dissatisfaction must be a heavy weight to bear.
But his attitude does not have to color mine. For those who live full of joy time flies. For those who live by darkness and doom, I imagine the days drag on. My choice is to grin and bare it. To believe there will be three really fabulous customers for every one like this. At least three, maybe even more.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Random Thots on Dancing
I was listening to my Trans Siberian Orchestra CD today. I didn't get to hear them perform this season, so I'm listening to try and make up for it. There are a couple songs that just make me want to get up and sing with them. Bear in mind I am not a good singer, but I do think (with absolute certainly) that I would have made a hell of a back-up dancer.
All those years of dance lessons could have paid off. Granted I don't sing, and am not as tall, or as slender as most of them. And, and this is a big one, I can't wear heels like they do. I can't dance in high heels anymore either. Come to think of that I never could.
But I have rhythm, I can clap hands, or snap fingers, and yes, could flip my long locks of hair if I had them, heck there was a time I could have worn the slinky costumes. And I would have just rocked at that. Maybe in another life I will be that back up dancer I dream of being.
In the meantime, I provide back-up in other ways. Without song, dance and usually without other fanfare. I do that for my honey, for the dogs, my kids, coworkers, friends and family. Of course, there is never that big round of applause to performers sometimes get. I must be more of a behind the scenes back up dancer.
And that's okay too. When I'm alone I'll do my on stage back up dancing and love every minute of it. In real life, I'll do back up however I'm led to.......and count those moments as blessings.
All those years of dance lessons could have paid off. Granted I don't sing, and am not as tall, or as slender as most of them. And, and this is a big one, I can't wear heels like they do. I can't dance in high heels anymore either. Come to think of that I never could.
But I have rhythm, I can clap hands, or snap fingers, and yes, could flip my long locks of hair if I had them, heck there was a time I could have worn the slinky costumes. And I would have just rocked at that. Maybe in another life I will be that back up dancer I dream of being.
In the meantime, I provide back-up in other ways. Without song, dance and usually without other fanfare. I do that for my honey, for the dogs, my kids, coworkers, friends and family. Of course, there is never that big round of applause to performers sometimes get. I must be more of a behind the scenes back up dancer.
And that's okay too. When I'm alone I'll do my on stage back up dancing and love every minute of it. In real life, I'll do back up however I'm led to.......and count those moments as blessings.
What? You Want Me To Go Out?
With the colder, wet weather we have discovered a new side to Sidney. Several words come to mind to describe him. They are - stubborn, pig headed, prone to selective hearing when being called, one might even call him a cold weather sissy. This is the same dog who when it's warm and sunny runs the yard all day.
Now that it's cold one practically has to drag him outside to do his business. Right before we go to bed at night it's last potty call for the dogs. Everyone (the dogs, that is) has to go out. When it's cold it's more difficult to rouse all of them from their various nests to venture forth. Last night I nearly had to do back flips to get them all up and headed to the door. But after many 'come on dogs, let's go, here we go, let's go outside' I had them all alert and headed for the door. I open it up and one, two, three dogs shoot out into the rainy night. And Sidney?? He indulged me by running to the door and then running back to his big pillow on the sofa. Uh uh, ain't going out Mom - it's wet and cold out there. Surely you don't expect me to go out there. Don't mind me I'll just snuggle in here where it's warm and dry.
I foresee a long winter ahead with one totally reluctant foster dog. If he thinks it's too cold to go out now, he is in for a big surprise. One can only hope he finds his forever home in a more temperate climate where he doesn't have to endure the cold, wet and/or snowy weather.
Now that it's cold one practically has to drag him outside to do his business. Right before we go to bed at night it's last potty call for the dogs. Everyone (the dogs, that is) has to go out. When it's cold it's more difficult to rouse all of them from their various nests to venture forth. Last night I nearly had to do back flips to get them all up and headed to the door. But after many 'come on dogs, let's go, here we go, let's go outside' I had them all alert and headed for the door. I open it up and one, two, three dogs shoot out into the rainy night. And Sidney?? He indulged me by running to the door and then running back to his big pillow on the sofa. Uh uh, ain't going out Mom - it's wet and cold out there. Surely you don't expect me to go out there. Don't mind me I'll just snuggle in here where it's warm and dry.
I foresee a long winter ahead with one totally reluctant foster dog. If he thinks it's too cold to go out now, he is in for a big surprise. One can only hope he finds his forever home in a more temperate climate where he doesn't have to endure the cold, wet and/or snowy weather.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Let Me Help You Brother
I marvel at the dogs. Pretty amazing creatures. With the cold weather Mickey and Maddie are sleeping on the bed more and I love to see them sleeping next to one another. They are the Ying and Yang of dogs. Maddie is mostly brown with a little white, and Mick is mostly white with a little brown. Their fur makes me think of polar opposites. So different, and yet, so much the same.
In the morning, Mick will let me know when he has to go out. Not wants to, but really has too. He'll stand beside the bed and give me one woof. If that doesn't work, he'll give me another one woof. If I still fail to move physically (because by then I am doing the mental preparation) he'll give me one more Woof. Usually that's all it takes, as I am well trained.
This morning I let the dogs out, then in, and went back to bed. Shidney has had some digestional issues, so we've been making sure we let him out more frequently. Of course, he's not as good at letting us know when we are snoozing away.
An hour after their first venture out into the chilly morning. I hear the tell tale woof at bedside. Mick - go lay down, you've been out already. A little bit later, I hear the second Woof. Ughhh, I'm thinking - can't I ever just go back to bed? Finally, I hear persistent Woof #3 and I decide, yes, if you insist.
Mick and Sidney race to the door, I open it and only Sidney dashes out. Mick turns around and heads back to bed. I'm left marveling at the fact Mick got me out of bed for Sidney.
Sometimes we need another voice to sound out our needs. Sometimes we need to simply open up our ears. Sometimes even the dogs look out for each other. And we humans can learn from that.
In the morning, Mick will let me know when he has to go out. Not wants to, but really has too. He'll stand beside the bed and give me one woof. If that doesn't work, he'll give me another one woof. If I still fail to move physically (because by then I am doing the mental preparation) he'll give me one more Woof. Usually that's all it takes, as I am well trained.
This morning I let the dogs out, then in, and went back to bed. Shidney has had some digestional issues, so we've been making sure we let him out more frequently. Of course, he's not as good at letting us know when we are snoozing away.
An hour after their first venture out into the chilly morning. I hear the tell tale woof at bedside. Mick - go lay down, you've been out already. A little bit later, I hear the second Woof. Ughhh, I'm thinking - can't I ever just go back to bed? Finally, I hear persistent Woof #3 and I decide, yes, if you insist.
Mick and Sidney race to the door, I open it and only Sidney dashes out. Mick turns around and heads back to bed. I'm left marveling at the fact Mick got me out of bed for Sidney.
Sometimes we need another voice to sound out our needs. Sometimes we need to simply open up our ears. Sometimes even the dogs look out for each other. And we humans can learn from that.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Reluctant At Best
They say cats dislike bath's more than dogs, but I'm not so sure. Only one of my dogs loved the water so much a bath was not torture. My lab, Abby, would calmly climb in the tub for bathing.
All of the others have to be tricked into the bathroom and lifted into the tub. Personally, I think that a pointer with his legs spread eagle has the wing span, or leg span, of a wandering albatross. What exactly is the wing span of a wandering albatross you might ask? Roughly 12-13 ft, or the equivalent of Sidney's legs.
I mention this little known fact after bathing Sidney today. Actually, we've been calling him Shidney lately. It's a fitting nickname for him. Imagine the God Father in a trench coat with a cigar sauntering up and saying "how ya doin Shid?" Anyway, a dietary indiscretion necessitated a bath this afternoon. It's only his second a bath since he's been with us, and the first bath inside that scary little room Mom goes into a closes the door. He was scared, but tolerated the water torture very well. If you overlook the fact that his tail was tucked clear to his nose.
I will say when he got out of the tub he did not shake at all. That was a nice treat, and easy on the full length mirror. It certainly wasn't in Shidney's plans for the afternoon, but you gotta do what you gotta do. When Mom says it's bath time, there is no escaping it. He's seen all the others dogs go in that room dry and come out wet - it was only a matter of time.
All of the others have to be tricked into the bathroom and lifted into the tub. Personally, I think that a pointer with his legs spread eagle has the wing span, or leg span, of a wandering albatross. What exactly is the wing span of a wandering albatross you might ask? Roughly 12-13 ft, or the equivalent of Sidney's legs.
I mention this little known fact after bathing Sidney today. Actually, we've been calling him Shidney lately. It's a fitting nickname for him. Imagine the God Father in a trench coat with a cigar sauntering up and saying "how ya doin Shid?" Anyway, a dietary indiscretion necessitated a bath this afternoon. It's only his second a bath since he's been with us, and the first bath inside that scary little room Mom goes into a closes the door. He was scared, but tolerated the water torture very well. If you overlook the fact that his tail was tucked clear to his nose.
I will say when he got out of the tub he did not shake at all. That was a nice treat, and easy on the full length mirror. It certainly wasn't in Shidney's plans for the afternoon, but you gotta do what you gotta do. When Mom says it's bath time, there is no escaping it. He's seen all the others dogs go in that room dry and come out wet - it was only a matter of time.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Dog Beds
I bought a dog bed on E-bay recently. I love EBay. I payed $1.54 for this bed. Not too shabby, huh? Of course shipping was a tad bit more. But still a good buy.
The story on the bed was a lady bought it for her dog and the dog wouldn't sleep on it. I was a little concerned my pups would thumb their nose at it too. In fact, the first couple days they didn't lay on it at all. At least with four dogs my odds of getting one to sleep on it were better than hers.
I finally put it on the sofa and Mickey deemed it a sleep able object. Sidney won't go near it however. The sofa King seems to be afraid of it. Or maybe it takes up too much space on his precious sofa. Maddie would look adorable on it, but she's more of a recliner dog. And Kobe - he has his own bed and really doesn't need any more. So he tends to ignore it.
For $1.54 (and $10 s/h) if only one of them uses it, I still haven't gone too far wrong. If it gets ripped to shreds in a rowdy dog moment and I don't see it in time to correct them, it's still worth what I paid for it. I love a bargain, I love the dogs and I love EBay.
The story on the bed was a lady bought it for her dog and the dog wouldn't sleep on it. I was a little concerned my pups would thumb their nose at it too. In fact, the first couple days they didn't lay on it at all. At least with four dogs my odds of getting one to sleep on it were better than hers.
I finally put it on the sofa and Mickey deemed it a sleep able object. Sidney won't go near it however. The sofa King seems to be afraid of it. Or maybe it takes up too much space on his precious sofa. Maddie would look adorable on it, but she's more of a recliner dog. And Kobe - he has his own bed and really doesn't need any more. So he tends to ignore it.
For $1.54 (and $10 s/h) if only one of them uses it, I still haven't gone too far wrong. If it gets ripped to shreds in a rowdy dog moment and I don't see it in time to correct them, it's still worth what I paid for it. I love a bargain, I love the dogs and I love EBay.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Bathroom Books
Many people have books in the bathroom. Usually, they are quick, easy reads, but others have long volumes they methodically read whenever the mood, ummm, moves them. If that is what it takes to get men to read, I'm all for it.
You might think I'd have dog books in my bathroom, and sometimes I have. Of late, my book of choice is "1001 ways to be Romantic", by Gregory Godek. Since I don't usually linger in the bathroom like some folks do, it's a good book for a quick suggestion on how to cherish your partner and spice up life.
The way I see it, we could all use some extra knowledge on how to be more romantic. For some people any idea's would equal more ideas. For others, it offers new creative ways to celebrate your love. Where do you fall in there? Could you write the book, or is it likely someone will throw the book at you for being a romantic dufus.
Sure I could take the news paper to the bathroom. No offense to the news paper readers of the world. I could take up Sudoku in there - not bloody likely though. I could take Glamour, or Oprah, or Martha in there too. But, would that help me challenge my romantic self? Hmm, perhaps not.
1001 ways - just think about it. 1001 possibilities. 1001 new ways to show my love. Sounds like a winner to me. And, no, I wouldn't dream of using a page for toilet paper. I may be pausing in my day to do some personal business, but I can come out of there a better partner if I take time to invest myself in the relationship. So could you.
You might think I'd have dog books in my bathroom, and sometimes I have. Of late, my book of choice is "1001 ways to be Romantic", by Gregory Godek. Since I don't usually linger in the bathroom like some folks do, it's a good book for a quick suggestion on how to cherish your partner and spice up life.
The way I see it, we could all use some extra knowledge on how to be more romantic. For some people any idea's would equal more ideas. For others, it offers new creative ways to celebrate your love. Where do you fall in there? Could you write the book, or is it likely someone will throw the book at you for being a romantic dufus.
Sure I could take the news paper to the bathroom. No offense to the news paper readers of the world. I could take up Sudoku in there - not bloody likely though. I could take Glamour, or Oprah, or Martha in there too. But, would that help me challenge my romantic self? Hmm, perhaps not.
1001 ways - just think about it. 1001 possibilities. 1001 new ways to show my love. Sounds like a winner to me. And, no, I wouldn't dream of using a page for toilet paper. I may be pausing in my day to do some personal business, but I can come out of there a better partner if I take time to invest myself in the relationship. So could you.
Random Thots - Post Party
Aim high, but be prepared for things to somehow go not quite as planned. The best thing about that is you get unexpected humor in the process. And sometimes a few tears of frustration. Case in point, it's still pretty funny when you pull the refrigerator door and it comes off in your hands. Funny for like a millisecond. Then it's just a pain in the butt.
It might be wise to ask in advance about special dietary or health nuances. I plumb forgot about the family members who are vegetarian and gluten intolerant. Pet allergies were an issue too, but frankly I could only do so much. I did that to the best of my ability, and then had to not take it personally. Thankfully we could enjoy the patio and the 70 degree weather. In a few weeks when it's freezing we'll reminisce about the party and the great weather we enjoyed.
I learned that even if you are completely exhausted from planning, cooking and cleaning up....labors of love are entirely worth it.
I learned that getting a group of 17 to go sight seeing is like herding turtles. Add to that needing several vehicles each with a passenger/driver who knows the city can be a logistical nightmare.
I learned that a party with mostly adults needs those three teenagers and one 11 yr old boy to really bring us to our knee's laughing.
I learned that the local gas station that is named "Kum & Go" is freaking hilarious. I've grown up with it so didn't realize it was such an amusement or photo opportunity. Thanks to this party I've Kum to be really proud of it.
I've learned with a group this size to schedule in one meal of just left overs. Luckly I still have a son in college who can bring in a team of hungry boys to help us out.
I've learned that 50th birthday parties should not be done only every 50 years. Life is short, family and friends are precious beyond measure, celebrations should be regular events.
I've learned to always stock a second set of batteries for your camera. Hindsight really is 20/20.
Mostly I've learned how blessed I am to love Reno, how blessed we both are to have such wonderful family and friends who love us, support us and who would travel so far to celebrate with us.
We may not party as late as we used to, or as hard - but we know the memories we made will last a life time.
It might be wise to ask in advance about special dietary or health nuances. I plumb forgot about the family members who are vegetarian and gluten intolerant. Pet allergies were an issue too, but frankly I could only do so much. I did that to the best of my ability, and then had to not take it personally. Thankfully we could enjoy the patio and the 70 degree weather. In a few weeks when it's freezing we'll reminisce about the party and the great weather we enjoyed.
I learned that even if you are completely exhausted from planning, cooking and cleaning up....labors of love are entirely worth it.
I learned that getting a group of 17 to go sight seeing is like herding turtles. Add to that needing several vehicles each with a passenger/driver who knows the city can be a logistical nightmare.
I learned that a party with mostly adults needs those three teenagers and one 11 yr old boy to really bring us to our knee's laughing.
I learned that the local gas station that is named "Kum & Go" is freaking hilarious. I've grown up with it so didn't realize it was such an amusement or photo opportunity. Thanks to this party I've Kum to be really proud of it.
I've learned with a group this size to schedule in one meal of just left overs. Luckly I still have a son in college who can bring in a team of hungry boys to help us out.
I've learned that 50th birthday parties should not be done only every 50 years. Life is short, family and friends are precious beyond measure, celebrations should be regular events.
I've learned to always stock a second set of batteries for your camera. Hindsight really is 20/20.
Mostly I've learned how blessed I am to love Reno, how blessed we both are to have such wonderful family and friends who love us, support us and who would travel so far to celebrate with us.
We may not party as late as we used to, or as hard - but we know the memories we made will last a life time.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Tuckered Out
It is tiring to have company. Even the dogs will tell you that. So many people, so many opportunities for petting, so many more chances for food to fall on the floor. More people means more hands to throw the ball for Maddie. Kobe's only complaint is more people means more butts taking up spots on the couch and the recliner.
Sidney has been in his glory with all the people here. Not afraid of anything, welcoming anyone. We even left him out of his crate at night. He let Reno's son share the sofa with him at night. Very generous of Sidney to do that I thought.
I am about cooked out. Today, thankfully, I had explicit instructions to not cook anything for anyone today. Phfewwww. As much as I like to cook and feed people it was exhausting. Of course yesterdays feast would have been easier if I had a double oven. But I improvised and put the pre-cooked turkey out on the Weber grill to heat. Yesterdays feast would have been easier without the trick refrigerator door too, but luckily I have another really old fridge in the garage.
All in all it has been an awesome weekend. Our family and friends are slowly heading home, back to work and school. We'll go back tomorrow to our regular routine. I have enough leftovers to feed us for the week and probably then some.
The celebration of family, friendships and a special birthday will feed our hearts forever. I may be weary, but its a good weary, a happy weary, a satisfied weary.
Sidney has been in his glory with all the people here. Not afraid of anything, welcoming anyone. We even left him out of his crate at night. He let Reno's son share the sofa with him at night. Very generous of Sidney to do that I thought.
I am about cooked out. Today, thankfully, I had explicit instructions to not cook anything for anyone today. Phfewwww. As much as I like to cook and feed people it was exhausting. Of course yesterdays feast would have been easier if I had a double oven. But I improvised and put the pre-cooked turkey out on the Weber grill to heat. Yesterdays feast would have been easier without the trick refrigerator door too, but luckily I have another really old fridge in the garage.
All in all it has been an awesome weekend. Our family and friends are slowly heading home, back to work and school. We'll go back tomorrow to our regular routine. I have enough leftovers to feed us for the week and probably then some.
The celebration of family, friendships and a special birthday will feed our hearts forever. I may be weary, but its a good weary, a happy weary, a satisfied weary.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Surprises of My Own
File this under things you don't expect when you have 17 out of town guests.
You don't expect your refrigerator door to come off in your hands. Yep, that can be a big surprise. Yes, profanities are the first things out of your mouth. It's a good thing I have always considered myself to be the Queen of Plan B. Maybe all those years of single parenting have served me well.
You also don't expect when you take the turkey out of the wrapper that it would be the fully cooked variety. Who freaking knew they even sold Fully Cooked Turkeys!!!! Holy crap Bat Man. I'm going to need to learn some new profanities.
Knowing the physical impossibility of thawing a frozen turkey in time for today's dinner, we are moving quickly to plan B. Reheat the cooked turkey, cook the thawed turkey breast I have on hand, and run to the store for turkey parts to cook for the sake of gravy. Isn't gravy the whole reason we cook turkeys anyway? Nothing but homemade gravy will do. I can forsake the quality of the stuffing, but definitely not the gravy. Desperate measures for desperate times.
You may wonder at a critical time like this that why I would take time to blog. Well, blogging is a good outlet, and heavy drinking was not a viable option at this time of the day.
Okay - back to the kitchen, and on to make breakfast. Maybe I better have a little chocolate first in case there are further surprises.
You don't expect your refrigerator door to come off in your hands. Yep, that can be a big surprise. Yes, profanities are the first things out of your mouth. It's a good thing I have always considered myself to be the Queen of Plan B. Maybe all those years of single parenting have served me well.
You also don't expect when you take the turkey out of the wrapper that it would be the fully cooked variety. Who freaking knew they even sold Fully Cooked Turkeys!!!! Holy crap Bat Man. I'm going to need to learn some new profanities.
Knowing the physical impossibility of thawing a frozen turkey in time for today's dinner, we are moving quickly to plan B. Reheat the cooked turkey, cook the thawed turkey breast I have on hand, and run to the store for turkey parts to cook for the sake of gravy. Isn't gravy the whole reason we cook turkeys anyway? Nothing but homemade gravy will do. I can forsake the quality of the stuffing, but definitely not the gravy. Desperate measures for desperate times.
You may wonder at a critical time like this that why I would take time to blog. Well, blogging is a good outlet, and heavy drinking was not a viable option at this time of the day.
Okay - back to the kitchen, and on to make breakfast. Maybe I better have a little chocolate first in case there are further surprises.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Surprise Surprise
I pulled off a multi-state, multi family cross country surprise party. Yes, it was here, but all the guests were from out-of-town. Seventeen people representing six different states converged yesterday for an early 50th birthday party for Reno. This party has been in the works since June and miraculously no one let it slip. No easy task that.
Everyone arrived yesterday and some will stay until Tuesday. Yes, I am crazy. Good thing I like to cook. I've been shopping (and stashing) stuff for this party for about a month now. When I ran out of places in the house to hide things, I started visiting my girlfriend regularly. She has another refrigerator and counter space. I started sending emails to my gf's to tell them where I'd stashed stuff. On the off chance when it came time to get it out my brain was mush and I couldn't remember.
And the surprise part??? It came off without a hitch. And what a surprise. Frankly, I don't much like surprise parties - well, if they are for me that is. What a blessing that so many people came from so far, and to Nebraska on top of it! I have received several comments like - gee, it's really flat here isn't it. And, wow, where is the traffic, the roads are empty. Welcome to Nebraska.
I'd write more, but frankly, I better get back to the kitchen and start prepping for tomorrow's Thanksgiving Dinner. I figured if I have to feed the masses we might just as well have a feast. After Tuesday I may never cook again. Or at least, I'll know the catering business is not for me.
Everyone arrived yesterday and some will stay until Tuesday. Yes, I am crazy. Good thing I like to cook. I've been shopping (and stashing) stuff for this party for about a month now. When I ran out of places in the house to hide things, I started visiting my girlfriend regularly. She has another refrigerator and counter space. I started sending emails to my gf's to tell them where I'd stashed stuff. On the off chance when it came time to get it out my brain was mush and I couldn't remember.
And the surprise part??? It came off without a hitch. And what a surprise. Frankly, I don't much like surprise parties - well, if they are for me that is. What a blessing that so many people came from so far, and to Nebraska on top of it! I have received several comments like - gee, it's really flat here isn't it. And, wow, where is the traffic, the roads are empty. Welcome to Nebraska.
I'd write more, but frankly, I better get back to the kitchen and start prepping for tomorrow's Thanksgiving Dinner. I figured if I have to feed the masses we might just as well have a feast. After Tuesday I may never cook again. Or at least, I'll know the catering business is not for me.
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