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Introspection

Friday, May 27th, 2016

Today may be Friday and a lot of y’all are probably getting ready for a holiday weekend. First and foremost, be safe this weekend. Second, please don’t forget what the meaning of the weekend is truly about. Remembering those who lost their lives defending this country.

I’m a private person by nature, just who I am. However, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself. That’s pretty much the bottom line. And I’m owning it and refusing to do such any longer.

slide38Our lives are full of ups and downs, it’s just a fact. I wasn’t where I wanted to be and I’ve been allowing that fact to get me down. I shouldn’t complain, I’m right where I am supposed to be right now. I may not be aware of the reason, but He doesn’t always give me the answers merely because I want them. So, while I wait to get to where I am to end up, I’m planning for the future, checking out the business I want and lining things up. I’m healthy, DH is healthy, the animals are fine as well, (even the cat for those of you who think I only care about the dogs) so we’re good.

There are two speeds, the speed we want it to happen and the speed it does happen. I take from this I must have more patience (not something I’ve been good at) and wait. It will happen.

slide21 slide46Life is short.

Love hard.

Love well.

Love true.

Find your happiness and hold onto it.

Mine is near and within touching distance, I just have to wait for the right moment for the connection to be made.

In case you forgot since the start. Have a safe and wonderful Memorial Day. To those serving (active or family) my many heartfelt thanks for all your sacrifices. To those we’ve lost: You are in my heart and I thank you for what you’ve done. I will never forget.

Fair Winds and Following Seas

Giving back

Friday, April 22nd, 2016

Most of y’all know that I have three therapy dogs. My eldest Borzoi are all CGC/CGCA titled and are therapy dogs. Typically when I go out, I have cards with the organization and my direct number on them if they wish to give me a call for another visit if I’m not planning on being back there for a while. We have a lot of different places we go (from hospitals to hospices, schools, 4-h events, libraries, and more) and while I try to keep everything even, doesn’t always work that way.

Anyway…

I was at home yesterday, dogs were playing outside (or in using the downstairs as a track) when I got a call from a friend who does a lot of teaching of pet safety classes (we also do those and Canine Ambassador things) and she needed another large dog since her planned one had dropped out last minute. Hadn’t expected to head off to do anything like that for the day before the “other job” especially given the word count needed for the day. But, it’s a good thing for us to get out and do this, so I closed out my writing and got ready for what I knew would be a few hour stint with different groups of kids learning about the proper care and way to approach dogs.

I took my Nina nina1who is the oldest and my most solid, doesn’t care if the visit is 15 minutes or we’re there for 7 hours, she’s fine either way. The others are good but she’s the best. So we were there for a little over three hours. As they were getting pictures taken with the children (I don’t take any) I got a call from a father to another person I’d been to visit a few times. A young girl battling cancer, Tracey.

In a shaky voice he asked me if I could come with Opal (who she loved to see) and do a visit this day. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t going to be good news but I told him I would be there as soon as I picked up Opal. Made the switch and headed to hospital where we needed to be.

Opal is the biggest of my girls around 75-80lbs and the child we were visiting is barely at 35lbs given how the cancer has ravaged her body. I’d not seen Tracey in a while and my heart broke in seconds after walking in the door. I knew this wasn’t going to be an easy visit but the chances of me ever seeing her again was maybe 2%.

Dogs know and sense more than most give them credit for. Opal adjusts her energy level to those she’s around and she had never been more gentle than when she lay beside Tracey. I did my best to blend in the background why the small family, with Opal, shared in some of their last moments together. They got some pictures and I hope with all my heart they will help this couple remember their daughter when she’s no longer with us but up with the angels.

Opal dm_267462was not her usual happy self when we left and I knew she felt the sorrow that had overflowed in the room. Even this morning, she’s sad but she ate and played a bit before coming back to lie beside me.

That visit was emotionally draining to me. I cannot image the pain that a parent must experience knowing you will bury your own child.

So, while I may have been exhausted and hadn’t gotten any writing done (to speak of) being able to help ease what tragedy they were living was worth it. I don’t do as much volunteer work as I should, or could, and I was down for the rest of the day as well, but I will never forget the smile on Tracey’s face when she opened her eyes and found Opal walking toward her. For a brief moment in time there, she was a five year old, not a cancer patient.

I know it seems much of the time we don’t have any extra time to help others but if you do then you understand. It touches you to do this. Not saying you need to get a dog and do therapy work but something. Anything. Help lessen the suffering in any way you can. Small gestures go a long way.

Tracey passed away during the night and has gone home to God. She will be missed but He needed her more.

Some days are harder than others

Wednesday, February 24th, 2016

Today was one of those days.

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Where you wake up with nightmares, or from them. Either way, it sets the tone for the rest of your day. I don’t have them often but like a lot of people, I do have them. Some bad experiences in the past, no matter how much you move on, no matter how much you grow and change can come back and make you feel terrified.

It took me a while to realize the scream was my own and when I did, I found myself immediately searching for Clarke, my male GSD who had always been my rock. Clarke’s been gone for eight years and I am still looking for the right shepherd to bring into the house next. Needless to say, he wasn’t there.

However, three of my four zoi were there, surrounding me. protecting me. The pup still is crated at night. But Nina, Lily, and Opal were there. One on each side and one in front between me and the door. There are moments in time where you get to see how amazing animals truly are and for me, this was one of them. Those three are all therapy dogs and have this uncanny way of calming people down, others, and I guess I just look at it as, well, it’s what they do. They’re just that way. Good dogs, great dogs who have no problem offering comfort. I usually get the goofy side, the prankster side. The tug of war, let’s do a squeakerectomy and shower the entire floor with the stuffing side. The lets lay in the mud then run through the house side. Chase the cat up and down the stairs, just because it would be fun.

I’m the leader, their alpha, but it’s always nice to remember that they have my back on days when I don’t much feel like the alpha, when my life is reverted back to the panicked scared 13 yo girl. These dogs are family, they make me smile, laugh, and have an entire other outlook on life. I thank the breeders wh0 gave me a chance with their dogs, I thank my friends in the dog world who are always there to answer questions and welcomed me whether it was for racing, showing, or whatever. I thank my dog trainer who never let me give up but reminded me I could do whatever I wanted with a zoi, it may take a bit more work but it could be done.

And last but never least, to all the dogs I have had in the past who taught me how blessed one is to be loved unconditionally no matter what type of day it was. They always have a wag and a cuddle ready.

Now that I have gotten that out, guess I should get some writing done. Have a wonderful day and never let anyone tell you an animal is just a pet. They are so much more than that.

Happy Sunday

Sunday, January 31st, 2016

Hope everyone is having a wonderful day. I actually got to spend time w/ DH which is amazing, our schedules are pretty opposite. We did some house cleaning, shopping, and played with the dogs.

DSC00131I’ve always thought of Nina as Clarke’s way of keeping an eye on me when he crossed the Rainbow bridge all those years ago. She has captured many of his behaviors, surprising for never having met my GSD.

clarkeToday after we brought the dogs back in from playing ball and running for a few hours and they were finding places to sprawl out, I was doing some cleaning. DH stopped me and says: Pup is like Clarke, she follows you around just like he did. Room to room, lying at the bottom of the stairs when you go up, sleeping beside your chair when you work at the table. I thought only Nina had some of his habits.

Guess he was right, never thought about it really until then. She is. Her mom, Nina, definitely has some of his habits and it looks like she passed it on to her puppy. If the rest of the litter is blessed to have a touch of him there, they will be amazing borzoi.

20151217_120553So, here she is, my pup. Resting in my chair after I got up. DH was so right. There is part of Clarke’s soul in her and I can’t wait to see where it takes us.

Happy Sunday, y’all!

Thursday Thought

Thursday, January 21st, 2016

IMG_3644I was lying on the couch this morning trying to get rid of my headache. Lily was up there with me. I’m not entirely sure how she did it but soon, she’s between me and the back of the couch, pushing me off. And looking all to proud of her accomplishment. Then she snuggled up with the pillows, throw, and her auntie once more who took my place after I was evicted. Pretty sure she told me it was time to get to work and stop laying about doing nothing. It was nice while it lasted, still have the headache but I was warm with her beside me. Zoi are some of the best heaters. My thought, my dogs are truly spoiled and that’s okay with me.

Now, hot drink beside me and edits awaiting so off I go. Hope everyone has a wonderful Thursday!

Typical me

Saturday, January 9th, 2016

So, I come home around 0200 from work and after I let out the pup, I’m in the kitchen refilling my water bottles and whatnot. I am getting ready for the next workday. I see a small black shape by the edge of the kitchen (in my house that generally means the cat. He’s the smallest in a house of zoi) and so begin to talk to him. The only light on is a faint one in a diff room, and my glasses are off. Darkened room, no glasses, tired eyes do not a good mixture make.

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So there I am, holding a one-sided conversation with my cat only to discover when I walk that way to the door to let pup back in, it wasn’t the cat. My dogs have a five foot long squeaker filled snake. Yep, that’s what I was talking to. And to be completely honest, I probably wouldn’t have known other than Dageus came up on the other side of me while I walked toward it (yes, still talking) and meowed at me. We won’t go into what his expression said…cat’s lucky I love him so much, is all I can say.

I’m sure the snake didn’t care one bit about the conversation but, I had to point it out for those who think I don’t care about my cat like I do my dogs. I tried to have a conversation with me, just…well, it is me and therefore that means, anything can (and usually does) happen.

Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 25th, 2015
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Merry Christmas to all y’all. For those who don’t celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays. Whatever you celebrate, from my family to yours we wish you the grandest of holiday’s. May you be able to be with loved ones and have a fantastic time.

Please don’t forget those who are unable to be with their loved ones this holiday, the men and women who serve their country.

It’s not really feeling like Christmas here, high 70’s, bright sunny sky. So we have the house open and a breeze blowing through. I don’t need snow but I didn’t exactly want balmy weather either. Regardless, the day will be awesome. The dogs have their toys so the house is full of squeakers sounding off and tug of war games between them. I suspect soon, I’ll be picking up the stuffing that explodes from the toys.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a small word count to go hit then finish up preps for the food this afternoon.

Again, May the blessings of the season be upon you. Have a wonderful day!

September is here!

Tuesday, September 1st, 2015

And I for one am stoked. I’m not a summer girl, my favorite season is autumn and now it’s even closer. Cooler weather means back to coursing and doing more things outdoors with my dogs. And the puppy who’s just joined the household. The morning walks will be better, and I get to witness the trees changing. And yes, the children are back in school which also makes me happy, Here’s to a wonderful month!

Wednesday!

Wednesday, February 25th, 2015
Enjoying the new story and it’s progression. Off to break and clean the house a bit while the dogs are out in the new snow. Supposed to get more tonight (don’t mind the snow, mind the fact people don’t know how to drive in it. Or plow it around her) Edits done for the day and with luck will get them off to my editor early. Once cleaning is done I’m off to the notebook to see what trouble my hero can get into. *grin* This ought to be fun. Have a wonderful day! — listening to Christian Kane.

Sunday!

Sunday, December 7th, 2014

DH got called into work at 0400 so there went my idea of sleeping in. But, have been doing laundry, floors are clean, dishes put away, and stuffing from toys is everywhere since the monkey and reindeer have been shredded. Companies…please, if you’re going to claim “chew guard” technology have the toy last longer than five minutes.
But with the dogs happy, I’m off to do some more writing and editing before work. Apparently first, I am being invited into a game of tug-of-war with the monkey carcass…so off I go. Happy Sunday, y’all!