sleepy dogs and sex in the city reruns

The first few weeks of life for this litter of bulldog puppies involves a lot of sleep. Not for the humans who love them, but for the mommy dog and the babies.
 Eat- Sleep- Poop- and Stay Warm.
Life is pared down to the basics and the simplicity of this is bittersweet. Every day that Violet ( the mother dog) and I work together to care for her eight is a day closer to when they leave us. Children must grow up and leave the nest.

Teething is starting for this group -so that will be nature's way to tell us that weaning is on the horizon. Growth and advancement in the truest sense. It is reassuring to know that Life carries on and moves forward. 

I miss writing this blog. It is enjoyable to take time every day and check in with myself and my dog loving readers. Eventually that will be more consistent too. Time is precious and limited for all.

my disappearance and our new arrivals

The last two weeks have been no vacation.
(insert smile emoticon)

This is not a complaint- it is just the fact that our Violet has delivered her puppies and all are well. We are proud grandparents to six boys and two girls. The grand puppies are beautiful, furry miracles that change every day. Violet is an attentive first time mother. Her well check was today and her pups are on schedule for good health and growth.

The pups arrival means that I have departed. My normal day to day life is on hold while I assist the new mother and her pups. I went through newborn care twice (many years ago) and honestly thought I would be ready for this. I underestimated how intense this is.

I will kick myself in a few months if I do not look up and realize how sweet this time in my life is. My immediate family is well and the children with fur are also! Praise God!
Life is a gift, I am present, and very thankful. 

Sunday is not some day.

Do you think that as an adult you have lost your "child- like sense of wonder"?
I ask myself that question when life seems routine. It helps me get back on track concerning joy in my life.

I had the pleasure of the company of my favorite three year old this week. She came to visit while her Mom and Dad were at work. The visit was relaxed, activity filled, and fun for both of us. I wish that I planned my days like this everyday-whether or not I have special company.

Mr. Rogers always said that play is the work of a child. Somewhere between childhood and adulthood most of us decide that play and work must be separate. This is too bad. I would like to change that in my life. 

Play dough is one of those products that can transport a person back to childhood when they sniff, feel and build with it. This happened to me this week at my house. Why did we stop buying toys? Why don't I have bubbles, silly putty, and the 64 pack of Crayola crayons out everyday for me?  

Our bulldog Violet is missing her playtime also. She tires easily and her movements are slow and plodding. I will be happy for her when she gets some relief soon and feels more like herself.

Muddy puppies and mish mash

This is Gus and Zeke, two of the English Bulldog brothers who live at our house. The third brother is named Charlie. They are older now (the picture is 4 years old) but they still love to play and are best of friends.
Whenever I look at this picture it makes me smile. We have a copy of it on the refrigerator, because it starts everyone's day in a positive manner.

I enjoy the company of my pets more than most time spent with humans. Dogs are present, usually positive, and do not worry about politics. Their eyes tell you everything about yourself as an owner. Their tail tells you how the day is playing out.I am a sucker for a nudge and a lick on my hand.

My dogs do not mind if I sing to them. I can practice my Spanish on Gus and he listens for my pronunciation. The cat runs when I sing to her. Critic. The dogs have an honesty and eagerness to start a new adventure the minute you walk in the door. They are never too tired.

There is a bulldog in our local Humane Society that needs rescue. She is about the same age as my boys and we intend to go and visit her in the morning. I have contacted the main rescue organization in our state and hope to find a home for her soon. My heart breaks for the owner who had to give her up. I understand how hard it is on a dog who changes homes.

My Charlie is not in the picture above because he was living with his first owner at the time. He was a kind gentleman who loved him completely. His owner passed away when the boys were one year old. The gentleman's family returned the sweet boy to the breeder. She was at a loss as to what to do.

We invited her over for the first birthday celebration and asked her to bring Charlie too. We had not seen him since the boys were pups and wanted to see how he had grown. He burst into the house, a bundle of excitement, nerves, energy and stress. He was very unsure of what was going on in his world.

The visit was pleasant and I told Charlie how much we wished he could join our family. We told the breeder too. It took some convincing for her to believe that we were not just being polite. We wanted Charlie to live with his brothers and be a part of our family.

The joy in his face lights up the room every day of his life. We are so blessed to have this big guy. His heart is so big and he loves so deeply. As we get ready for Violet's big day, it is Charlie who is bonded closest to her. He guides her, protects her and watches over her every move. I hope that her human care is as good as her canine.

The vulnerability of the little girl at the Humane Society stabs at my heart tonight. I pray that all the pets will be rescued, but there is something in her eyes. I had seen it three years ago when our third boy came to us. I hope that we can find her the right home.

"If I could be half the person my dogs think I am.."

"Buttons" at the Spokane Humane Society  ID #21227962

It is a pleasure and a privilege.

Tuesdays used to be one of those days each week that were just "satisfactory." Usually, the work week is in full swing, projects are progressing nicely and time is being managed in a productive manner. The routines of the second day of the traditional work week went by in rote fashion. How disrespectful of me.

I often let the rays of sunshine help elevate my mood. On the days when the gray clouds and dreary rain cover the sky, my mood may be gray and dreary too.  What a headstrong and silly way to approach each day.

About fifteen years ago, my husband and I were fortunate enough to go see the Broadway musical "Rent" that was touring through our city. I could not wait to see the performance because I knew it was loosely based on Puccini's La Boheme and I am an opera nut. This musical experience moved me.

"Rent" was supposed to open off- Broadway exactly one hundred years after Puccini's opera. It opened one hundred years plus one day after the opera. The creative, young composer Jonathan Larson died suddenly from an undiagnosed aortic aneurysm the early morning of the scheduled opening night. He never got to see the success of his creation.

Why am I writing about a musical that is almost twenty years old? The truths told in this story are unforgettable. Because of the song called "Seasons of Love."

This song asks "How do you measure a year?--- In daylights,  in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee... In inches, in miles, in laughter in strife. In 525,600 minutes- how do you measure a year in the life?" 

We are measuring time by days in our household these days. Our sixty three day countdown is nearing its end. I must say that today after a conversation with our Doctor that I was anxious about how much we still have to do. This evening, I am encouraged. I will stop measuring by Tuesdays or Fridays, or sunshine or rain clouds.

525,600 minutes... 

the prettiest of views

Dogs act in ways that resemble human empathy, such as resting with a person who is sick with the flu, or licking an injured area where a bruise is set to appear. Dogs and humans share the same anatomical parts, so why can't we share the same feelings and emotions?

Each of our dogs have taken turns to help a family member recover from an illness or a surgery. The companionship and their patience is wonderful during the recovery process. Children with fur are the best at watching their owner and offering a snuggle or a lick when needed.

Humans will debate the canine instinct with their range and capability of emotion. Any dog owner can give examples of fear, frustration, anxiety, and even depression experienced by their dog. 

sen·tient

  [sen-shuhnt]  Show IPA

adjective

1.

having the power of perception by the senses; conscious.

2.

characterized by sensation and consciousness.

noun

3.

a person or thing that is sentient.

4.

Archaic. the conscious mind.

Origin: 
1595–1605;  < Latin sentient-  (stem of sentiēns,  present participle ofsentīre  to feel), equivalent to senti-  verb stem + -ent- -ent

"sentient." Dictionary.com Unabridged. Random House, Inc. 21 Oct. 2013. <Dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/sentient>.

Sentience is a term defined as "having perceptions and sensations." If a dog is "sentient" she is aware of her surroundings and aware of what happens to her. She is also capable of feelings and emotions, of pain and pleasure, and can maintain complex social relationships. A range of emotions experienced can be illustrated by when a dog's emotions range from happiness that you have returned home-- to sulking because you left them for a while. It seems the dog remembers that you left and has hurt feelings. 

FYI: The English Bulldog is one of the rare canines that can die from a broken heart. Unfortunately, there are documented cases of loss after a traumatic event. These sweet bullies love deeply.

Dogs may not have our sense of time, place or self. This loss of sense of time or "living present" is natural for them.  Honesty, perceptions, and sensations can be skewed by humans. Dogs are more evolved than humans in this manner. 

To sum this all up I must push myself to "live in the present" like my dogs. At the top of my To Do list will be the words, "Smile- Appreciate- and Look up." 

   

her final two weeks

It has been twenty three years since I have experienced what our Violet is going through. She is uncomfortable, tired and crabby. Her hormones are surging and she wishes that she felt normal. She waddles when she walks -at a much slower pace.

I commiserate with her and explain to her that she is over two thirds of the way there! She is not impressed. She picked a fight with Zeke last night. The poor guy did not see that coming. My surprised husband broke it up and scolded the little girl. I wish there was a way to explain that it is not much longer.

Nature is miraculous and we bloom, and change, and grow. Each experience gives us a chance to learn and become more than we were the day before. You are loved with all our hearts and we will take good care of you.

  

roses and thorns, economics and emotions

I feel quite stifled writing this blog today. It is not that I dislike sharing, it is that my mind is clouded with emotion, confusion, and angst. Loss is never easy- especially when you open your eyes and realize that what you feel is gone left a long time ago.

I have never been "good" at arguing. While I feel that I am not a pushover I will not be the instigator, especially with the topics of religion, money, or politics. My father always said that no one wins and no one changes their minds in these topics- so stay informed but do not go looking to change others. 

It just goes to show you that an economic definition of a "pass through effect" can be interpreted as a personal attack if someone chooses it to be. ( I know that this is not about Bulldogs-- sorry.) 

Have you ever played the game "Roses and Thorns"? It is where you tell of a good thing that happened in the last day - the Rose, and a bad thing that happened- the Thorn. Sometimes it is a way to get past events that bother you or perhaps relive the ones that went well. 

Lady Gaga and a Muppet Thanksgiving Special

My Rose for the day is finding out that Lady Gaga will star with the Muppets for a Thanksgiving Special. I look forward to winding down the holiday with my guys watching my favorite felt creatures. What a great pairing. She is so talented (gush) and original.

My Thorn has to be the Facebook hurricane that touched down yesterday afternoon concerning my post.

Other friends posted what I did and it stimulated great commentary concerning our fiscal responsibility and legacy for the next generation. Critical thinking was used as we considered what is and what shall be. Both sides of the issue were clear and very interesting. 

Not on my page. 

That makes me sad. That is when I realized that what is gone- has been gone for a very long time.

An FYI: In economics what does a "pass through effect" mean?

Pass-through effect is simply the effect of changing economic circumstances on the cost of production "passed through to the final retail price of the product. 

Blogs can be good, because you can write and then send it out to the universe and then tell yourself to get over it. I will get over it. I will write about my furry friends tomorrow. If you made it this far, thank you for reading.  

Lady Gaga to Celebrate With 

if you find your voice- celebrate it!

Have you ever had what I call "the bubblegum dream"? 

The "bubblegum dream" is where you are trying to talk clearly to someone else in the room, but you cannot remove the huge wad of gum in your mouth.

You attempt over and over to remove the pink, sticky glob but there is too much. You end up frustrated and not saying what was on your mind.

I used to have this dream often as a child. I tend to have it before family gatherings also.  Go figure.

Today I had the experience of where I was able to remove the bubblegum and express my point of view. My family did not like it. It was of differing opinion than what they believe and they felt threatened. How disappointing. An argument erupted and people not involved felt it necessary to defend. I can appreciate everyone's opinions and need to express- but today was messy and stressful.  I think it was best explained by my kid today when he said that sometimes he felt like a bulldog where " his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he just defended with instinct". Another way to put it is- "When the Bull sees red, there is no stopping him."

I realize that there is lots of ambiguity and generalities in this description of today's events. I apologize for that but I am still figuring it out. Today was exhausting and filled with loss, but I would have posted this commentary (again)- even if I could go back in time.

FYI: Hypothyroidism which is common in dogs, can lead to aggression and biting. Chronic back or spinal pain can lead to aggressive behavior also. If after a veterinary check up your dog is fine, serious social training and conditioning may be called for. Do not hesitate to retrain your dog. A happier life can be achieved for all.

Just found out that a family friend has passed away. Too young, unexpected, and sudden. Live while you're alive folks. Throw that bubblegum to the curb. Use your voice and celebrate it.

gratitude in ten minutes or less

It was Monday and it was that time in my day where I had to remind myself that it is a blessing (not a curse) to start the work week. Monday is one of the seven that we are blessed to have. Even if I am a bit grumpy with let down after a wonderful trip with girlfriends.

The best way for me to gain perspective and stop the pity party is to practice gratitude.I will focus on just one thing that I appreciate in my life and force myself to turn off the critic in my head. Here goes....

I am thankful for the sunshine today -to be able to work in the back yard. Scooping is so much easier when it is frosty and clear outside. I am back from a nature-filled five days in Oregon- this past weekend and I appreciate the sunshine filled time outdoors. My backyard does not have the sound of the  ocean waves crashing, but the fall colors are stunning. The weather at the coast was wonderful and warm, also.

We are in the final countdown of Violet's pregnancy, so each day of good health, nutrition, and rest for our girl is very important. In a little over two weeks the house will be filled with new life that is healthy, happy and fresh. This is easy to be grateful for. Her blooming midsection is a wonderful sign that life goes on.

FYI: Radio graphs of a dogs mid section do not always answer the questions of litter size. The science of pregnancy information is not the same as for humans. Ultrasound is not an option for us at our veterinary clinic. It is a mystery as to how many puppies are growing. We will try again next week.
 
One of the earliest pictures of myself that I have is me sitting in a litter of puppies that our long haired Collie named Sugar had delivered. My love of dogs-even at such a young age- was as clear as could be.  I am grateful to share my days with such wonderful furry friends.

It is time to put the swing away Charlie.

Nowhere in the canine care and nutrition book, titled "The Bulldog" by Diane Morgan and Wayne Hunthausen, D.V.M. does it tell you about their love of porch swings. Nothing makes the day happier than a swing -with or without human friends.  If I had to say which of our bulldogs loves the swing the most, I would choose Charlie. This guy literally smiles as he goes back and forth. Our guy will be sad when Dad takes down and stores the swing in the shed this coming weekend. With the large amount of rain and the cold wind forecast , it is time to put away the outdoor furniture. I am sorry Charlie. I guess we will be doing more car rides to soften the blow.

FYI: With the earlier sunsets please watch for pedestrians. The dark evenings of the fall season make it hard to see the walkers, human and canine. Most of us do not own reflective wear, but it would be useful both for the dogs and their owners.

The main enjoyment for Charlie concerning the swing is the companionship. Dogs just love it when we switch off the multi-tasking and scratch right behind the ears. Don't worry, big guy- it is almost time for crackling fires in the fireplace.

Nestle Coffee Mate Italian Sweet Creme

I am adjusting to the fact that "Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato Season" is over. October is here and the changing leaves are beautiful.  I have put the garden to rest and roasted the sunflower seeds. Soon we will be picking out pumpkins and preparing for Halloween.

The mornings are so chilly and today the sky is gray and cloudy. (Sigh.) It is also a Monday. (Double Sigh.) Caffeine to the rescue!

T

Waking up to the smell of coffee brewing makes me smile. I am lucky because this happens most every day in my house. My husband rises before I do and he loves the Keurig too. I used to drink black coffee and often order americanos when I am at a coffee shop. Lactose is not something I tolerate well, so I am not a Latte girl. About two years ago, we discovered the "Sweet Italian Creme" flavor of Coffee Mate and have been hooked. This guilty (corn syrup) pleasure is habit forming.

Better health is something I am committed too. I am a member of a wellness study for the next year and actively trying to prevent common age related illnesses. Many parts of my health and wellness plan are positive already. I eat a balanced, nutrition dense diet-- I just have to work on portion control. My activity level is good, but there is always room for improvement. It is just the little things like this coffee flavoring that drive me nuts. My head knows that giving it up would not really be much of a deprivation, but the kid in me cries "Foul!" 

I know that this really isn't a problem, but it's Monday and I am moving slow.

FYI: Bulldogs are notorious for wanting to try foods that are bad for them. Most would happily try anything offered from a human hand. Please remember that raisins, grapes, macadamia nuts, chocolate, onions, and garlic are bad news for them. Raw hide treats should be avoided also.

Compromise and moderation are in the plans for this week. I want to "live while I'm alive" like Bon Jovi rocked about last night, but quality is important.  My medical check up and blood work reports are encouraging. My health is good and I plan to keep it that way. I actually plan to improve it more.  

Less processed foods and creamers- for more time in the sun or playing with my dogs? That a good trade.

  

to be an optimist and a realist

I am one of those people who tends to see the positive side before I see the negative one. I lean in to gratitude instead of envy and curiosity instead of fear. Today was a day that reality slapped me upside of my head and told me how old my dog is.

The Great Dane in this picture is 10 &1/2 years old. In human years he is equivalent to 90 considering he is a large breed dog. Q is also a cancer survivor. The Bark for Life was held today to raise funds for the American Cancer Society. If we can find a cure for cancer for humans, then they can find a cure for pets too. This festive day was bittersweet.

Most Great Dane's average lifespan is 7 to 9 years. To be Q's age and have such high quality of life is quite extraordinary. He has slowed down some, but he loves his daily walks, has a good appetite, and allows me to use my bed at night time. His golden years are pretty quiet and today we found out that he prefers a lot of silence. Big crowds overwhelm the old sweetheart.  The age of our big dog became very apparent when watching his reaction to the other dogs walking by. Too much stimuli around him made him want to lie down and shut down. Our time at the event was short and sweet.

FYI: All senior dogs, including bulldogs need special care and consideration when they are in their older years. Many can have special health needs and are more prone to diseases such as arthritis and cancer. Vision problems can complicate life for dogs too. A great way to help in their health is to brush their teeth. Prevent dental issues and improve the life of your friend.

The realist in this dog owner (me) knows that our time with Q is limited. We already manage his joint and muscle issues with good veterinary care and medication. Severe pain would be a deal breaker. We love him too much for that. I hope for many sunny, quiet afternoons this fall. Each day with him is a gift.

Do you have a "Go- Fer" day?

Sometimes Thursday's feel like this!

(Caddyshack starring Bill Murray)

When the kids were little, I read about a household organizing system for side tracked home executives. I was selling real estate at the time and desperately needed some way to tame our household chaos. The two ladies who wrote the book talked about a practical way to divide your responsibilities through the work week so that all the chores did not wait till the weekend or an emergency. The day that stuck with me (that I still use today) is "Go- Fer" day or every Thursday to the rest of the world. This is the day that all or as many as possible errands are batched together. Not only does it save on gas but I can count on one afternoon where I know that I will be driving all over town. This is very important because my husband and I share a car -so timing is everything.

Today's chores included the monthly reports that I create for a local non profit where I volunteer. The paperwork breaks down the statistics of use, numbers of clients served, poundage donated and distributed, etc. for the last month of operation. Some of this paper is for the food bank operation, but some of it is for the state and the federal food programs that we utilize.This took longer than usual today, but I am glad to say that it is finished for this month. I usually love to crunch numbers but the brain was in a fog for a while.

Next on the list involves our north side big box warehouse store. Purchases of dog, cat and human food in large quantities. A Costco trip-- Oh joy. 

The above picture of Bill Murray in "Caddyshack" made me laugh. I was looking for a gopher picture for this blog and when I googled it, this photo was one of the options. I had to choose it. All through the movie, Bill -the groundskeeper,tries to rid the golf course from this pest. He is not successful. The end of the movie show the little gopher popping out of his hole unsure of why the course was rocked with explosions meant to harm him. He coughs a little bit, then dances to Kenny Loggins song "I'm Alright."

I promise to get to my point.

I want to appreciate my Thursday for what it is-- another lovely day on this planet Earth. This is a blessing not just a day to complete tasks and complain about my schedule. I don't want to get lost in numbers and paperwork and miss out on the sunshine and the leaves changing color.

FYI: Researchers from the University of Missouri- Columbia found that petting dogs prompts the release of "good" hormones in human beings, including serotonin, prolactin, and oxytocin. These make us more alert, less sensitive to pain, and smarter.

The work required of me will get finished. The pups will not starve and neither will the family. I just have to remember that this "Go-Fer" day is supposed to be tool to make my life easier. It is not a requirement, it is just a suggested way to make a life easier. So, don't nobody worry 'bout me.   

  

  

Anticipation.

In about a week I will be taking my annual trip to the Oregon coast with my amazing girlfriends. I am so happy to be able to get away and have a few days with women that I love and enjoy. We travel without husbands and children. There is no set agenda or activity list. The only plan is for all of us to relax and laugh. The beach and the fireplace in the rustic cabin provide the rest. Our Mom's group has been together over 25 years. It had started as a way for stay at home moms to network and support each other.  The children are grown and a few of the group have grandchildren. We continue to be lifelong friends and I hope this will continue forever.

In about a week, I will be seated at this bench or walking the beach enjoying girl power. I won't have to be a wife, mother, dog mother, domestic engineer, chef, nonprofit volunteer, gardener, housekeeper, or maintenance person. I can just be a girlfriend. The time away will rejuvenate and hopefully inspire.

FYI: The Oregon coast  is a wonderful place to take your dog for a vacation. Most places allow pets, and dogs love the laid back lifestyle of beach combers. If it is your first time walking on the beach with your  bulldog, watch closely to how they react to the waves. The power can knock them down and scare them. A bulldog is generally a poor swimmer so be careful with any water.

My family will do just fine in my absence. Sometimes they cannot wait for me to go!I will miss the pets though, especially Violet who is in the middle of her pregnancy. She changes a little bit everyday. Humans can learn a lot from dogs about friendship. Here's to packs of friends, walks on the beach, and great kibble to eat!

My countdown to girlfriend time has begun.

 

gray skies are gonna clear up...

The drudgery of domestic chores is a necessary evil. Necessary- because of the impact it will have if life is not kept in order. Evil- because all of my hard work cleaning up the messes gets undone faster than I can say "dog hair."  The kitchen clutter (green tomatoes from yesterday) and clean laundry waiting to be folded are two of the things that are bothering me today.

When I was a child, I marveled at how much work my mother did for us. I am number 7 of 8 children in our family. My TO DO list pales in comparison to what she had to do. I knew in elementary school that I had no desire to be good at home keeping. I wondered why people cared so much about life indoors. She smiled (politely) at me when I told her that I would hire someone to help me when I was an adult. I didn't want to learn- I wanted to climb my favorite tree or ride my bicycle.

Still no "happy face" concerning my list of chores today. Usually my morning coffee will jolt me into action. There is generally enough caffeine in two cups to clear my head and get me started with my work. I hope that it kicks in soon.

FYI: Dogs appreciate a clean indoor space. Allergens can be trapped in carpet and bedding. Regular vacuuming and washing of bedding material is important. Regular bathing of dogs is a must as well. Dust and dirt can collect in their coats, ears, and paws and should be washed away with a quality shampoo.

My control freak tendencies will probably never allow me to hire a housekeeper. I would probably clean before he or she came to work. I think my only practical solution is to give away a lot of my possessions. If I don't own it anymore, I don't have to clean it, store it, mend it or even look at it.

This makes me smile.

 

the end of September means the end of the garden

My son's exact words when he came in the kitchen were "Holy Tomatoes!" I find this pretty funny. I had the same reaction when I was in the garden ripping out the plants, getting the raised beds ready for the first frost. I had harvested so many these past weeks, I had no idea there were still so many waiting. We will see if I am laughing (this week) as I research 50 ways to cook green tomatoes. This should be interesting.

I am grateful to have had success in the garden this growing season. The beauty of the sunshine and soil is much appreciated. My garden got away from me in 2010, 2011, and 2012. I would start with good intentions and neat rows of starter plants. By the time mid July hit, I was buried in final exams at Whitworth and those tiny little plants looked like Seymore from Little Shop of Horrors. With intensive classes and extreme summer heat, I would surrender. This year was different.

I am blessed to have a large space in my back yard to plant vegetables, fruits, and flowers. Several raised beds are surrounded by a red picket fence with a grape vine covered archway at the entrance. The gate is latched and always closed.This is one area at our home where the dogs are not allowed. They protest and fuss on the other side of the fence but I don't waiver with this rule. Bulldogs barreling through tomato cages or eating jalapeno peppers or onions would be bad. I like having a solid fence between us.

Gardens are usually better behaved than dogs. The expression "You are always training a bulldog or the bulldog is training you" is true. Their stubbornness is legendary and they can smell it if you choose to deviate from the rules. They are like kindergartners-- do not turn your back on them! Plants are true to the nature of the soil, sun and water. If you feed it correctly and tend to it consistently, there is a really good chance you will have a positive outcome.

FYI: Safety is the first reason to keep the pets away from the garden. Many garden plants such as rhubarb and potatoes have poisonous leaves and can be fatal if ingested. If a dog or cat thinks it smells good, they may make the mistake and taste it.

A new month starts in less than a day. Time flies by at breakneck speed. Would you like to come over for some fried green tomatoes?

a choir of dogs on a Friday night

Oh joy! It is the last Friday evening in September of 2013 and I am at my desk, trying to figure out what to write about. My focus is sporadic at best- because three of the bulldogs are playing keep away with a favorite toy in this room. This game is underfoot and it is quite animated. The prized toy is a stuffed beaver that is very important to Gus. He loves this toy, where the others are just fond of it.

This weekend is full of transitions. We move into the Fall season and the weather that compliments it. It is rainy and cold in the Northwest and all that we want to do it snuggle into a blanket and read a  good book. Add a roaring fire in the fireplace and a cup of tea and it would be a lovely evening.

Wouldn't it be lovely if we humans were not so handcuffed to our calendars? What if we felt the same about a Friday night as perhaps a Monday morning? That would be so ideal and so present tense and positive. Just the thought that every day is important and shouldn't be qualified by how close it is to the weekend is mind blowing. I strive to realize how important Tuesday's are. Saturday's are incredible too, but I wish to appreciate both (all) 24 hour periods.

It is now Saturday afternoon and I am finishing this blog post. I tried to finish it last night, but there were technical difficulties with my cable, internet provider. A person doesn't appreciate her internet provider until there is a problem with the service.

Perhaps I am supposed to finish this post today. Seventeen years ago today is when my Mom left this earth. We were with her when she said goodbye to this life.  It was not a cold and rainy day in Montana, it was sunny and crisp.

There are no dog points of interest today. I just wish you happiness and hope for you to have the joy of a dog's company each day.Our pups enjoy who we are every minute. Their love shines through all the days of the week.

Enjoy your Saturday and your Sunday too! May your Monday be the best day ever!

 

Perspective and Poop Scooping

I have made it to middle age without any health code violations in my home. That is a major accomplishment for me. I have never been one of those lucky people who is naturally organized, or domestically superior. I can cook a healthy meal that tastes pretty good, but don't look too closely at the windows. There are probably smudges from dog noses.

In my dreams, I aspire for "Martha Stewart-esque" interiors and exteriors but it just doesn't happen. Life gets in the way. I wish that I had those skills -but I rely on Pine Sol, Swiffers, and the system of the Flylady ( www.flylady.net ) to manage this household. Self bribery and caffeine help too - I would rather be in my garden or even cleaning up after the dogs in the back yard. Household chores are a snore.

Gratitude is something I need to work on in my life. With grey, cloudy days it is easy for me to get whiny and focus on what isn't complete. Today I am grateful to have a warm nest to rest in. Our home is sound and the family is comfortable. It may not have the latest in decorations or furniture but there is a lot of warmth and happy furry friends to keep us company.

FYI: There are areas of Bulldogs that need cleaning everyday. One of the most important areas is the wrinkle over the nose that is called the "nose rope." The tail area should be cleaned each day as well. A bulldog cannot reach his hindquarters and the "pocket" can collect debris if not tended regularly.

It is time for me to have another cup of coffee and attempt to clean the kitchen. Stalling only makes the pile of dishes multiply faster.

 

Bless the Zeke and the Charlie.

Sorry about the corny play on a song title- but I could not resist. Zeke is on the left and Charlie is on the right. We were at Valleyfest and we met Father Michael Blackburn from St. Francis of Assisi.  He was offering pet blessings and we were thrilled to have him meet two of the brothers. English Bulldogs (and their owners)  need all the support they can get!

The local chapter of the American Kennel Club offered the opportunity to certify your dog as a "Good Citizen", several Rescue organizations were present, and many agility dogs demonstrated their skills, Our local Humane Society and may vendors were represented as well.  It was a wonderful afternoon and both boys were well behaved.

If you ever want to strike up conversations with complete strangers, bring your dog to a community pet festival. By holding the leash and  walking your friend, some of the nicest people have reason to share something about themselves and their pet accompanying them. Most dog lovers enjoy answering questions about their companions. Introverts (like the one I am married too) become chatty when the opportunity to "talk dog" appears. I think that the socialization and training for our pets- is really for the humans.

 FYI: While most Bulldogs will never compete in agility competitions, many enjoy tracking. When dressed in a harness with a 20 to 40 foot lead, the Bulldog can be trained to find articles such as a wallet or a pair of leather gloves. They can compete for titles offered through the American Kennel Club or the United Kennel Club.

The positive community support for pets and their owners in our area is not unusual. Nationwide, pet festivals and celebrations grow larger every year.
We humans just need to track them down.

We get by with a little help from our friends.

Crisp fall weather is the perfect backdrop for a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich.The ooze of crunchy goodness and the sweetness of peaches are satisfying in many ways.  The smell of the browning bread always rouses the late sleepers in our house.

Before this delicious lunch, Joe & I made a scheduled Saturday delivery for a travelling friend. The errand took less than an hour, and it allowed us to see the inner workings of a young non-profit organization in our town.To see their dedication to our community was inspiring. The thoughtfulness and hard work of the Directors and the volunteers was refreshing.

There is warmth and comfort in service work. The intrinsic rewards are something money cannot buy. In two weeks, our town will be holding its annual "Bark for Life" canine event. This is a fund raiser for the American Cancer Society. I cannot wait for this fun "furendly Saturday." Our 10 year old Great Dane, Q is a cancer survivor. The survivors first lap at the opening ceremony is moving and very personal. We were the lucky ones. Our Veterinarian was able to remove all the cancer in his foot and he hasn't had a recurrence. He lives a quiet but happy life. The little dogs make him grumpy sometimes, but he loves his daily walk.

FYI: Vitamin C (water soluble) can be a good addition to your dogs diet. Instead of giving your dog a (wheat) dog bone treat, give your dog a slice of apple. At first you might have to add a little peanut butter, but the snack is better than a dog biscuit. No preservatives or allergens and an excellent source of fiber.

 


I hope that you enjoy your weekend with your family and friends.

 

weekends on a budget

I am lucky to have a partner that shares my love of animals. He loves our dogs.  He loves our cat too. What he really  loves about our cat is that she kills spiders. He hates spiders. When the kids were little and Dad found a spider in the house they used to yell "Don't kill it Dad!" as they ran to me so that I could save it. I happen to love what spiders can do. They are incredible hunters, and they belong outside.

I am talking about my good fortune with my mate because it would be a bummer to be with someone who didn't love pets. That would be a deal breaker. I don't trust a person who doesn't like a dog.

Because of the number of fur children in our house, many times we put their care in front of our entertainment plans. That isn't a complaint, its just a reality.  We have limited funds, but we will stretch it if they need something. Our dogs range in ages from 10 years down to 1& 1/2 years. Senior citizens down to teenage youth -so we see it all with their care and daily requirements. The pets are a priority and we love them.

Pets tend to be like toddler children-- they get sick on a Friday afternoon, usually around 3 pm. Many gray hairs are created deciding if a Vet appointment is needed before the weekend begins. Friday was one of those days. Our bloodhound Kelsey has ears that tend to get moist. The ears are used to collect smells when they drag on the ground when her head is down. That moistness can get "yeasty" which means ear infection.

We will be having some quiet time at home this weekend. Rest and recuperation for our senior girl. The weather may cooperate for some yard work. If not, then Redbox here we come. We won't be renting Arachnophobia or Old Yeller.

FYI: Bulldogs often have problems with soy products. While other possible allergens are often discussed (corn, wheat) this one is often missed.  

Just wondering-- if Spring comes in like a Lion and out like a Lamb, and there are the Dog days of Summer-- what is Fall? Is there an animal?    


 

Banana bread and Herbie Hancock

It would have been so much easier to get take-out but I am so glad that we didn't.

I came home from a lovely visit with friends a bit tired today. Not only did I not have a meal figured out but my kitchen was a catastrophe. I had grand ideas this morning to use up the remaining tomatoes and make a sauce from scratch for dinner. I also had bananas sitting on the counter that had seen better days. The dishwasher has decided to die a slow death. I really wanted to turn around, get back in the car and go get some tacos. The "grown up voice" in my head convinced me that I don't need that much salt,and I decided that even if it is a late meal -I would still  cook at home today.

I really thought that my work in the kitchen would feel like a chore tonight. It did not. It was a relaxing way to wind down. The simple meal preparation was a way to shut off the overloaded To Do list in my head. I turned on some music and started chopping.

The best part of cooking tonight? I got to teach my son how to peel tomatoes and sweat onions. We stirred and seasoned the sauce and we had some time together. 

The pups are at my feet as I write this, just resting and watching me type away. I love that dogs don't stress out over all of the things they didn't finish during the day. Dogs don't care if the kitchen is a wreck. They just want to spend some time together with their pack. If only I could be more mindful and present. 

 

By the way, the bananas are transformed too. The house smells wonderful. I guess that Fall is here because I am baking too. 

*FYI: Shakespeare mentioned the Bulldog breed in his play King Henry VI. At that time, the breed was referred to as "Bondogge" in reference to the practice of Bulldogs being tied up (bonded) with other dogs.

Time together- whether cooking or hanging out is a blessing.   

  

  

Dogs and decisions -first blog

Landmark birthday passes by when real life happens. 

There was much anticipation before my birthday last month. I was filled with hopes for celebration, laughter, and thought I might be surrounded by friends and family. I had wished to possibly go on a long road trip examining my childhood haunts and review my past.I hoped to just stop and examine where I have been in my life journey.  I wanted to contemplate what I should do with my life.

This didn't happen. 

Car problems for family members, money issues, and Veterinary care for our youngest English Bulldog kept me in town. The cars are now fixed, money is still tight, and thank God -(really, Thank You God) our Violet is healthy. I want to wind back the clock to August.I still want to take time for this birthday! This day didn't go the way I rehearsed it in my head.

Perhaps I am to be more open to change this year? Must I learn to "go with the flow" and enjoy what is around me? This is pretty hard for me with my control freak tendencies. When plans change, I should change too, right? That is easier to say than it is to do.

*FYI: Did you know that dogs are pregnant for 63 days? That is 3 trimesters, each being 3 weeks long. In another week or two, we will do an ultrasound. That Veterinary care that was needed on my birthday was for A/I for our girl. Her blood work showed that  her most fertile time was my birthday. 

I couldn't have imagined spending my birthday in a Dr.'s office with my dogs. I wouldn't have been anywhere else in the world.