First day of a three day class-we snarfed down large quantities of pistachios, Mexican Food and ordered in yummy cookies for our afternoon break. By 5 am I was almost in a coma-from all the bad food.
Back to my motto-I should eat as well as I feed my dogs.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Newsworthy Items
Read about the escape and recapture of Alfred Hitchcock on www.serroscotty.blogspot.com warning-there are nude photos.
I'm hoping the rain stops so I can go trade Cody's new harness for one that fits his porky little self.
I'm hoping the rain stops so I can go trade Cody's new harness for one that fits his porky little self.
Monday, April 23, 2007
The backyard!
Yay, I made it down the steps and into the backyard for the first time since February 8. The dogs were really suprised and glad to see me there. Walking around on uneven ground with crutches is a new skill-I'm still learning.
I'm watching "It's me or the dog" and I'm not sure I get people who put their animals ahead of even their children. I think these "overspoilers" are trying to fix something within themselves by spoiling the dogs-and the poor dog (who isn't designed to be a therapist or a surrogate human) loses.
I've got to seriously consider whether or not I can take on another dog for carting-that's just one more mouth, to feed shots to buy and yes thing to love. But, maybe I need to wait awhile.
I'm watching "It's me or the dog" and I'm not sure I get people who put their animals ahead of even their children. I think these "overspoilers" are trying to fix something within themselves by spoiling the dogs-and the poor dog (who isn't designed to be a therapist or a surrogate human) loses.
I've got to seriously consider whether or not I can take on another dog for carting-that's just one more mouth, to feed shots to buy and yes thing to love. But, maybe I need to wait awhile.
This is not a fire drill....
I was awakened at 3:31 this morning by a “this is not a drill” call from Cody and Greta. I hopped in the wheelchair (I didn’t have my ortho boot on) and we scrambled down the dark hallway with Greta looking back over her shoulder to make sure I was keeping up. The cat trailed along behind.
I executed the perfect move at the backdoor-this was not the time to get hung up on the cabinets as I often do. The dogs piled outside and made haste to the poopy spot. Maybe I overdid it on the kale.
I piddled around. My favorite wee hours thing to do is to see what the snakes are up to at night, but since yesterday was feeding day they were digesting. A digesting snake resembles your favorite relatives after a Thanksgiving dinner- a lot of stretching out and getting comfie and not much else.
The Gerbils were intrigued by the sudden flurry of activity. For “non-nocturnal” creatures “unlike “rats and mice” the gerbils seem to be up and about a great deal of the evening. When you don’t have a day job it’s easy to get your hours messed up.
Various missions accomplished, we all settled back down for the remainder of the morning till the alarm blasted us awake once again. I slapped the alarm off and we slept a couple more hours-then it was off to greet the day once more.
I executed the perfect move at the backdoor-this was not the time to get hung up on the cabinets as I often do. The dogs piled outside and made haste to the poopy spot. Maybe I overdid it on the kale.
I piddled around. My favorite wee hours thing to do is to see what the snakes are up to at night, but since yesterday was feeding day they were digesting. A digesting snake resembles your favorite relatives after a Thanksgiving dinner- a lot of stretching out and getting comfie and not much else.
The Gerbils were intrigued by the sudden flurry of activity. For “non-nocturnal” creatures “unlike “rats and mice” the gerbils seem to be up and about a great deal of the evening. When you don’t have a day job it’s easy to get your hours messed up.
Various missions accomplished, we all settled back down for the remainder of the morning till the alarm blasted us awake once again. I slapped the alarm off and we slept a couple more hours-then it was off to greet the day once more.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Sunday Brunch
Yesterday was a day for sleeping and in the case of the dogs, lazing around in the sun. Today I was fixing myself a Kale omelet and took some extra Kale and extra egg and some dog food and made the kiddos a little something special.
I know there is a huge debate on human food vs. pet food, and in fact I've got some show on the Fat Dogs of England on right now. But I differentiate between wholesome food that is good for everyone and a bit of cake.
Chihuahuas are prone to hypoglycemia (although the two with me currently probably wouldn't have that problem) but I don't eat white sugar and neither do my dogs. In fact, if I would pay half as much attention to my diet as I do my dogs-I would be better off. That was actually my new year's resolution, and I've pretty much stuck with it.
Good lord, you guys need to watch this show-this lady is going ballistic because the groomer called her dog fat (and the dog is way huge).
I think it's a good example (the owner admits the dog is her daughter) of when people expect dogs to replace something that is missing in their lives. Not to be maudling, but my dogs do "complete me", but I let them complete me as doggy additions to my life not little surrogate humans. This is a bit easier for me than some, because I actually enjoy dog behavior more than human behavior.
I know there is a huge debate on human food vs. pet food, and in fact I've got some show on the Fat Dogs of England on right now. But I differentiate between wholesome food that is good for everyone and a bit of cake.
Chihuahuas are prone to hypoglycemia (although the two with me currently probably wouldn't have that problem) but I don't eat white sugar and neither do my dogs. In fact, if I would pay half as much attention to my diet as I do my dogs-I would be better off. That was actually my new year's resolution, and I've pretty much stuck with it.
Good lord, you guys need to watch this show-this lady is going ballistic because the groomer called her dog fat (and the dog is way huge).
I think it's a good example (the owner admits the dog is her daughter) of when people expect dogs to replace something that is missing in their lives. Not to be maudling, but my dogs do "complete me", but I let them complete me as doggy additions to my life not little surrogate humans. This is a bit easier for me than some, because I actually enjoy dog behavior more than human behavior.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Home Sweet Home
I sleep better when the dogs (at least some of them) are home. I get up easier when the dogs (at least some of them) are there. They are my pack, my furry security blanket, and much as I enjoy the snakes and adore my cat, I need my dogs too.
I was thinking about want vs. need, but for me to function reasonably well in this world I have created, I need the connection that I have with all my animals. Someone in a chat room observed last night that it is the loss of our connection with the natural world that will doom the human race, and I tend to agree.
We human folk have intellectualized our existence to the point where something like being a few minutes late can really ruin a big chunk of our day. I think sometimes we pay a big price for our big brains.
Dogs can help connect us to the natural world, if we spend time with them and let them do their magic. Putting a dog in the backyard 24/7 doesn’t do anything for either of you. Now, my kids spent a lot of time outside last night because they have been kenneled (in daycare) and inside for a better part of a week. They had to bark and the schnauzers, evict any other living thing from the backyard and just roll around in the grass. Along about bedtime they came in, ate dinner and then plopped themselves in the chair by the computer that they have claimed for themselves.
This morning they were happy to be in the routine of getting ready and getting into “their” crate for the day. There is no crate like home.
Poor Greta has gotten a crash course in being kenneled, what with her surgery, followed by my surgery....but she has taken it all in stride. I think there is some benefit to traveling frequently, because to my dogs, the vet/daycare is just another place they go sometimes. When I don’t travel, I take them in to daycare every couple of weeks or so just so that it remains familiar.
Ginger (my first Chihuahua-a half chi half manchester) lived in the backyard but visited in the house, though not as much as my current dogs do. She also went camping with us on the weekends. Home was where we were.
My current dogs get out a lot more (it’s easier to get out when you are 46 instead of 10 years old....) and have more activities to keep them busy. But home is still where we are.
I was thinking about want vs. need, but for me to function reasonably well in this world I have created, I need the connection that I have with all my animals. Someone in a chat room observed last night that it is the loss of our connection with the natural world that will doom the human race, and I tend to agree.
We human folk have intellectualized our existence to the point where something like being a few minutes late can really ruin a big chunk of our day. I think sometimes we pay a big price for our big brains.
Dogs can help connect us to the natural world, if we spend time with them and let them do their magic. Putting a dog in the backyard 24/7 doesn’t do anything for either of you. Now, my kids spent a lot of time outside last night because they have been kenneled (in daycare) and inside for a better part of a week. They had to bark and the schnauzers, evict any other living thing from the backyard and just roll around in the grass. Along about bedtime they came in, ate dinner and then plopped themselves in the chair by the computer that they have claimed for themselves.
This morning they were happy to be in the routine of getting ready and getting into “their” crate for the day. There is no crate like home.
Poor Greta has gotten a crash course in being kenneled, what with her surgery, followed by my surgery....but she has taken it all in stride. I think there is some benefit to traveling frequently, because to my dogs, the vet/daycare is just another place they go sometimes. When I don’t travel, I take them in to daycare every couple of weeks or so just so that it remains familiar.
Ginger (my first Chihuahua-a half chi half manchester) lived in the backyard but visited in the house, though not as much as my current dogs do. She also went camping with us on the weekends. Home was where we were.
My current dogs get out a lot more (it’s easier to get out when you are 46 instead of 10 years old....) and have more activities to keep them busy. But home is still where we are.
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