Posts Tagged ‘dog’

True Confessions

Sunday, November 16th, 2008

Anyone who knows me well at all, knows that I am a lousy housekeeper. It’s not a fact that I’m proud of, believe me. I wish I was better. It’s something I’ve struggled with for years. My sister in law keeps an immaculate house - with 3 kids and a husband, and a dog, and company constantly in and out of the house. It’s just part of who she is. It’s NOT part of who I am. I didn’t get the “good housekeeping gene”. Don’t get me wrong - I’m not saying that she doesn’t work hard at it. She does! But I could work day and night and never have my house half as clean or organized as hers.

As I look around my house - really look, I see scarcely a surface that isn’t piled with crap. It’s one of my biggest vices. Paperwork, and dog stuff - that’s a good share of it. Half the time I really don’t even notice the junk that is piling up. Don’t worry - it’s not one of those houses that has rotting food in the corners, and 4 dumpsters worth of trash - nothing quite that dramatic. But the place could certainly use a good overhaul. I blame my undiagnosed A-D-D for my inability to tackle the job. It seems overwhelming at this point.

So Wednesday, after a grueling night at the E.R. clinic, I decided to unwind by watching Oprah from earlier that day. She just happened to be doing a show on the “Clean Up Your Messy House” Tour - moving across America helping others, just like me, get it together. Peter Walsh is the head dude, helping people clean up and clean out. I felt a little encouraged as I watched him pop in on unsuspecting Americans whose houses looked remarkably like mine - some even a bit worse.

As Peter explained, you do things in small increments. Ten minutes a day, that’s all - and commit to 6 months. Well, of course I had to do the math. That’s about 30 hours of work. And of course, I should see a significant difference by then. So I started a few days ago, and imagine that I should be able to see a pretty big difference within a month. I can’t wait!!!

As his Grandmother said, “What’s the best way to eat an elephant? One bite at a time”. Although I don’t condone the eating of elephants, I get the picture. And I think for me that is the key - don’t look at a whole room, it’s too overwhelming. Just look at one little corner, or one little table, and spend 10 minutes on it. It seems DOABLE that way! I’m Excited!!!!!

Normally, you KNOW I would have taken tons of pictures to share with you, but I’m a little embarrassed by the mess I’ve made so I’ll only share one for now. It’s a table in my office / den. It sits behind the computer table, and as you can see, it’s pretty much unusable. (The fluffy stuff under the table is for the “two terriers” to land on between parties).

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Maybe when I’m done with the project I’ll share more pics, but for now, I just want to challenge anyone else who feels the way I do: that the job is just too big to tackle. They just started this “Clean Up Your Messy House” project, so jump on board. It’s not too late. Peter will send monthly e-mails with tips to make the process easier. It’s painless - I promise!!

Dog Friends Are the Best Friends

Friday, September 5th, 2008

I’m a dog person. Have I mentioned that?

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The other day I met a friend for lunch at Cozymel’s Restaurant. She is a recently acquired friend, and fellow dog trainer. We had a great time yammering on about everything under the sun - that is everything DOG related.

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When I think about it, we talked about many different things, but nothing that didn’t have SOMETHING to do with dogs. It’s so wonderful to network with folks that have the same passion that I do. We shared stories of recent experiences, and bounced ideas off each other. We went on for about 3 hours with scarcely a breath in between. I’m sure we could have gone longer, but you know, places to go, people to see.

She is my newest “dog friend”, but actually most of my friends are dog friends. In fact, my BEST friends are dog friends.

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I’m guessing that we will remain friends until we are old and gray(er) and can’t do much but sit in our chair and mumble! (about our dogs).

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Most of my activities in life have something to do with dogs, either mine or someone else’s. I remember many years ago watching an Oprah show about people who were obsessed with their pets. I actually thought they all sounded pretty normal. What in the world was all the fuss about?

I do have friends who don’t share my affection for the canine species. But not many. And honestly, I have to say that I sometimes wonder about them. Anyone who doesn’t absolutely melt at the sight of a puppy just has to be missing something in life. At least in my humble opinion.

How did I get to this point where my life pretty much revolves around these four-legged fuzzy creatures? I really can’t say, but I’m ok with it.

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I guess it doesn’t matter what your passion in life is - as long as you have one.

Did I mention? I’m a dog person.

We’re What???

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008

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In one of my previous posts I talked about the little “who knows what” dog that I rescued when he was just itty-bitty. Yes, I said I’d give him a chance at life, but that was it. No long-term commitment. Nothing permanent. No problem. I DID end up having to give him a name, simply because I had to call him SOMETHING! What was I going to say when I called him? Here mutt-mutt? Here little stray dog that I’m not keeping? That just wasn’t cutting it. So I called him Micah.

As I describe in my previous post, he is quite a little spitfire, and has been from the get-go. In the back of my mind I kept thinking - I’m going to have to find someone who will be up to the challenge of keeping this little dude in line. But who? I didn’t have a problem with the concept of letting him go, but the new owner/family would have to be just right. (A pretty common problem among rescue people, I hear).

Well, much to my surprise (NOT), my husband had grown attached to him, and expressed an interest in keeping him. He’s pretty much a softie when it comes to the dogs. I hadn’t let myself get (too) attached to him - since it was always my intention to re-home him. But I must admit, I felt more than a little relieved to know that we were. . . um. . . well. . . keeping him. After all, he was pretty cool.

Once the decision was made, it didn’t take long for him to worm his way into my heart. He’s already one of my all time favorites.

Try as we might to come up with a breed for him, we have finally settled on “terrier mix”. There’s no ILP’ing this one. Try if you like. I’d be interested if anyone has a serious opinion. :-)

And so, our journey has begun with the scruffy little black thing called Micah. It may well be a bumpy ride, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be dull.

Stay tuned.

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Faith Restored

Tuesday, August 5th, 2008

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I still work part time at an emergency pet clinic. In that field you sometimes see things happen that shouldn’t, and people that do things to their pets that you almost can’t believe. Sometimes it’s easy to become a little cynical. (Thank goodness, I DO realize however, that there are MANY great owners out there who would give life and limb for their 4-legged kids).

Tonight my faith in humanity was restored. Not that it had been obliterated, but I have seen it limping a little, from time to time. So tonight, at our very busy clinic, I witnessed something I have only rarely seen, and may never see again.

A client who could not afford treatment for her pet was preparing to put her dog to sleep. She was absolutely heartbroken. Inconsolable. She was so in love with this dog, and she felt horrible that she couldn’t afford the treatment that was so urgently needed.

She was in the waiting room struggling to pull herself together, amidst quite a few others who were somewhere in the mid-treatment stage with their own pets. A woman quietly approached her and told her that she would pay the bill for whatever the dog needed. No questions asked.

The bill was MANY hundreds of dollars. The woman simply said, - “I know how it is to have a sick pet. They’re like family”. She had just learned that her own dog had come through a pretty serious surgery, and was doing well. Perhaps she had made a deal with God. You know, those deals we all make when we’re in a desperate situation. You let me have this now, and I’ll be good for the rest of my life, (or any number of similar scenarios). Or maybe she was just an extremely empathetic and generous person.

I don’t know why she did it, but at any rate, tonight my faith was restored. And it feels really good. Whatever the reason for her deed, she totally made my day. In fact, I think she made my week. I really don’t know how long I will be thinking about that act of incredible kindness; for at least a little while I hope. I think acts such as that deserve some recognition, and so I hope I think of her for a long, long time!

The Rescue Wagon Train - Part I

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

I have come to realize that rescues come in not only all ages, shapes and sizes, but varying states of mental stability, intelligence, drive, and just plain smoochie-ness.

Ruby is one of those extra-smoochie dogs. Just a little peanut of a thing, sweet as can be, she was a Rat Terrier trying to have puppies. She had been in labor for more than 24 hours, but to no avail. It just wasn’t working. She was pale and exhausted, and either needed a C-Section NOW, or needed to go see Jesus. We opted for the C-Section.

It was too late for her 3 pups - labor was much too long. However, SHE came through with flying colors; sore and worn out, but otherwise OK. She came to my house to recover, and never left. We found out later that she also had heartworms. This girl had been through it.

As she dropped some of her pregnancy weight, I was hopeful that she might become my next agility dog. However, as time went on I learned that she had a bad back, so agility was out for her. But that was OK - she would just have to be the house princess, and she IS, usually occupying one of the coveted spots on the bed. She has never met a person she didn’t love, and she steals the hearts of everyone she meets.

Although Ruby and Tessa (the Great Dane) get along well, Ruby is not really a dog’s dog. She prefers people. Doggie daycare doesn’t interest her. Just give her a lap of someone friendly, and she’ll be a happy camper.

We don’t require much of the Rubinator. Since she doesn’t get around quite as well as she used to, we have settled on a dual role for her: 1) to bring sweetness and light to all who enter, and 2) to serve as the “play police” for the other dogs; tattling whenever they get wound-up and out of control. She does both jobs quite nicely!

Yes, she absolutely is the house Princess, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

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