Another beautiful Sunday underway! Hope everyone had a great week!
Mine was good. Not blogging wise, I kinda copped out on that one. But decent.
Well, if you don’t count my own personal WMDs. That’s right. Those adorable little Doxies I call furbabies are actually weapons of mass destruction in disguise. I SWEAR. (That’s not just an exclamation. It’s a verb.) Laughing, cuddly, poopie and tinkly four-legged shredders. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s been in the headlines that the recent poisoning of pet food could be intentional. This article implies that melamine makes food tests register that the product has more protein than it really does.
Perhaps the shysters should be fed a steady diet of their own product, hmmm? 
Mojo has his sleeping issues, and so does Dodger!
Today has been one of those lazy, sleepy, cool days, and then it actually SNOWED! 
I knew there was a reason I grabbed my camera on the way out the door today. Despite this, the trees and grass are braving it and peeking out from their winter slumber.
It was still a good night for soup and cornbread…so I concocted one of our favorites, cheddar potato with chicken. Yum! It hit the spot! I thought it might be one of the last times soup will sound tempting for supper, since spring is here. We made national news with all of the tornado activity here on Wednesday night.
Well, the roots are showing, so I gotta go take care of those before bedtime!
Hey y’all this is Dodger. I haven’t posted before, but I just have to step in and protest. So
here I was yesterday, happily chewing up my water bowl. Mommy gets all aggravated at me, because the water falls out and gets all over the kitchen floor. I can’t help it, she’s the one who fills it up to the top, just as I’m in the mood to play.
So, as I said, here I am, happy that I have a new pup to play with. I don’t quite understand her name yet, sometimes it sounds like Germie, but then I think her name is “Not On The Carpet!” Mommy and Daddy are confusing, because sometimes they forget and call me that too. So anyway, as I was saying, this pup is kinda neat. She’s been fun to play with, but sometimes she crosses the line and steals my toys or my chewies, and I can’t have that. Mommy brought a new froggie for me to play with, but pup somehow thinks it’s hers. Silly kid. Everything’s *MINE.* She’ll soon learn that.
Then Mommy finally took me for a ride, and brought Germie along. We went to Vet’s place, which is usually okay, even if he did make fun of my overbite. This time though, Mommy LEFT me there. And you won’t believe what happened. I can barely say it. I went in with TWO. I came out with ZERO. I strutted in there. But I couldn’t walk out, partly b
ecause I was STONED OUT OF MY MIND, partly because SOMETHING WAS MISSING and my
rhythm was off. Get it? I got the BIG SNIP. I never thought it could happen to me. I mean, I never knew it was even possible. Darby, the Lab next door, never clued me in. I guess I shouldn’t be mad at him, because now that I’m in the No Balls Club, I know how humiliating it is. I can’t blame him for keeping something like that private. But still…
Anyway, the pup was all ready to play, but dude, I saw three of her when I got home. I didn’t know which one to swat. And–OH MY SWEET CHEWIE– I forgot I was on injured reserve and jumped off the bed when Daddy got home from work. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE. I think Mommy did, too. So I stayed very, very still for the rest of the night. I didn’t even sleep with Mommy and Daddy, I stayed in my bed in their office. I hated missing the snuggles, and I almost couldn’t stand it that the pup was up there getting my share. But Mommy came and sat on the floor beside me until I was almost asleep. That made it a little better.
Today, I still felt awful. I just wanted to be left alone, but the pup had different ideas. She
brought chewies and toys over to me, daring me to take them away. She even hugged me and finally just cuddled up against me and slept. I have to admit, that felt really nice. It’s good to have someone like me around.
I feel better tonight. I even played–and trotted a little. I still pull up and yip a little once in awhile, I can’t help it. I also can’t help but feel a little satisfaction when I see guilt on Mommy and Daddy’s expression, and I enjoy the little extra attention.
Hey, I’m no angel. But I’m glad Mommy thinks so.
P.S.– I got a new water bowl. But this one is heavier, and ceramic, so there goes that.
No, it’s not what it sounds like. 
DH and I went to Oklahoma City for his aunt’s funeral Wednesday evening, and came home last night (and naturally ran into construction coming and going!) While we were there, we had the opportunity to visit with Brother, Sister-in-Law, and Toddler. (!) I hate that we were there in OKC for a funeral, but it was so great to see them! They are settling in, have a nice, new place, Brother’s job is good for him, and Toddler seems to be learning a lot in her new daycare program. Sister-in-Law has really gotten a great start on decorating the place, and it looks like a great job is in line for her. And her sister lives nearby, so I know she’s enjoying being closer to a part of her family, too.
Toddler evidently waitied up as long as she could, but ended up falling asleep before we could get there. We were later than we thought we would be. But about 2:30 a.m., she toddlered herself out to where we were sleeping and crawled into bed with us. What a sweetie. The next day, she stuck to me like glue, and don’t think I didn’t love that. Every time I set her down nearly, she said, “Hug you!” Which is Toddler code for ‘pick me up.’ Well, sometimes, it’s Toddler code for ‘I want something.’ But yesterday, it was the lovey one.
And the next morning, Sister-in-Law took us around and showed us some of the town. It is really a neat place, actually a ‘burb of OKC.
The funeral was nice. Well, I mean for a funeral. You know. Anyway, I made a flub of myself, as usual. I told DH’s cousins that I knew what they were feeling. That sounds presumptuous of me, because everyone’s grief is such an intensely personal thing. 
But it wasn’t until the funeral itself we learned that the whole process of DH’s aunt’s death took only 3 weeks from diagnosis to the end. I immediately felt the need to reach out, because that news struck such a chord in me, since that’s exactly how long Dad’s cancer ordeal lasted, beginning to end. I later had the opportunity to try and rectify the statement and explain myself, but I still felt stupid. But I highly doubt we’ll see them again, if we do, it will probably only be for another funeral. DH and I have been together nearly 23 years, and in that whole time, he’s only seen his aunt maybe twice. They just aren’t as close as my immediate family, it’s sad to say.
On the way home, we passed through Yukon, Garth Brooks’ hometown.
It’s the water tower that reads Home of Garth Brooks. He’ll always be at the top of my favorite entertainers, right under Elvis. and right above Craig Ferguson.
And also, we had to stop, again coming and going, at the Cherokee Trading Post. I’ve loved stopping at that place since we were kids and vacationed with our folks. It’s got so many neat things, from trinkets to artwork. I could spend hours in there. And I’ve never even tried the pie, which is supposed to be legendary. I found a CD there after hearing a snippet of it over the speakers. It was a CD of Native American Pow Wow music, where the drums are beating, the callers are singing at the top of their
voices in a wild language that makes no sense. Which is exactly how I felt the day before, a rotten, rotten rotten day that I won’t even go into. You really don’t want to hear it, and I don’t feel like revisiting it. Believe me. So I bought the CD, and will play it on my iPod – - often, I’m sure.
And as we were on the road, I got a call from my writing friend, who told me that the guy
called her and said the puppies were ready! So today, we brought our new baby home. And I think the name Hermione (her-my-oh-nee) is going to stick. WE’RE SO 
WEIRD. Dodger has been so happy, and so good about being nice to the baby. I’m trying to make sure he knows he’s still the baby, too. He was so excited , bouncing around all over the place, sniffing all over, etc. H
e looks happy to have her. Of course, guess who has been all sweet and cuddly with the baby he originally said no to! Well, not exactly this puppy, but ANY puppy. Mom says that she understood where he was coming from, with it being so easy to get attached to pets, and facing the hurt when we lose them. I see that 
point, too. But I guess, Mom and DH are a lot like that, very protective of their hearts. I’m at the opposite end, not protective enough, I suppose.DH is smitten. When I went to PetSmart this afternoon, I saw a lady with two Scottie dogs. Our first dog together was a Scottie named Fancy. We got her when we bought our first home, too. She died a year
ago, one of the three pets we lost last year. Two to age, one to mysterious circumstances involving someone who did something to him while he was in the backyard! Anyway, Fancy was the apple of DH’s eye. So when I saw those Scotties at PetSmart today, and did a double-take, it was like a weird kind of blessing, a sign that this was 
all a good thing. I’ll probably decide differently when Dodger and
Hermione double-team me on getting into the trash and chewing up my shoes.
Which reminds me– Bonnie advised me a while back that I should post pics exposing Dodger’s exploits as a chewy puppy. I haven’t, but I think I will. There’s still plenty to take pictures of!
Well, a couple of nights ago, we got a whopper of a snowstorm. The weather service said our town received 8.2 inches of snow. It didn’t really seem like that much, but what we got was more than we had all last year! It was also Dodger’s first snow. He asked to go outside, then looked at me as if to ask, “What’d you do?” Bless his
heart. It didn’t take long for Little Bit to get too cold. DH said if Dodger stayed out there long enough, we’d not have to have him fixed because his little bits would freeze off. Bad Daddy! But it was funny. His first step out, the look on his face was priceless. His expression let me know he thought the snow was all my fault. 
But I can tell Dodger likes the little parka I got for him! And he looks sooo adorwable!
Last night, our PT Cruiser club participated in the Christmas Light Parade. As you’ve no doubtedly figured out, this is an annual event where different business and organizations decorate an entry and toodle down our main street, ending in the lighting of the community Christmas tree and the arrival of Santa Claus. It was great fun, and though the temps were still frigid, there were many who braved the night air and came out for the fun! Even my DH, who was sick, sick sick. He is such a trooper! He dolled up Phantom Cruiser (our Cruiser is themed around Phantom of the Opera) and I dolled up Texas Red as our other members did the same. DH cranked up the Trans-Siberian Orchestra music as we entered our place in line, and off we went! And as soon as it was over, DH vroomed toward home and his easy chair while I went to get him some soup and sundries from the grocery store. Bless his heart, he was so hard asleep when I got home, he must have been really bad off. And my Sis-in-Law and my brother were both ill this week too. I’m dodging those flu germs as best I can!
If you want to see pictures of our dressed up Cruisers, just click here.
Yeah, it’s cute. Yeah, he actually put stuff together, pitched a book and all that. *sigh*
Does anyone think dressing Dodger up as a hot dog for Halloween would be just a little cliche?
Hmmm, part of me wants to go for it, another one DOES believe it would be sooo cute!
I’m quite sure Dodger doesn’t care.
And all their blogging buddies. Not to give them any ideas or anything…
Video deleted, it was driving me nuts.
It seems I’ve just either been covered up with stuff to do since vacation, or I’m sleeping! But I wanted a to post a pic of Dodger for those who’ve asked. Yes, we bought him a car seat. He prefers to ride in my lap, which is what he did on our Cruise to Red River (details still coming up) but he’ll ride in it while were going around town. He can’t ride in my lap, since he’s grown a bit, because it’s dangerous and my PT is a stick shift. Besides, I paid for the darn thing, he WILL ride in it. Better to train him now that he’s a puppy. Even then, he’s better at this than the housetraining yet. That is still a challenge.
He was a hit at the Cruise the Rockies event. He probably thought everyone had come to see HIM, for all the attention he got. 
Isn’t he PRECIOUS?
Here’s a tidbit for those of us having a bit of difficulty getting stuff down on paper:
And here’s a good article about Nora Roberts.
Meet Dodger, our new puppy! He’s a long-haired Mini Dachshund.
Some friends surprised us with him Sunday afternoon. DH had been saying he just wasn’t ready for another dog yet. I can understand what he is feeling, what with our heartbreak over losing our other pets this year. It’s quite an emotional investment. But the love we experience so outweighs the sadness. What’s the saying? ‘ better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all?’ Or something close to it. opening our hearts to a new puppy in no way diminishes or disrespects the memory of our other babies. In a way, I feel they are still with us.
The cats, 18 year old Baby and 15 year old Ranger, are taking it kinda in stride. Baby looks at him like he is some kind of big rat (she doesn’t DO mice. It’s not her area.) and Ranger is surprisingly curious. We’ll have to watch how this develops. Maybe I can have some fun stories like Ballpoint Wren does about Mojo.
Well, a storm is rolling in (THANK GOD! We need the rain) so I guess I should shut down. Check ya later!
