Apathy=Self Preservation

Good frosty morning my friends! Wow what a difference a week makes!!!    Last week this time we were trying to find a way to keep cool without turning on the air conditioning. Today air conditioning is not necessary by any stretch of the imagination.

Yes I know it has been a while!  I made the mistake of letting life get in the way of what I really wanted to do.  So much has happened in the last months that I hardly know where to begin.

I will start with the furry support staff! Everyone is doing well and seem to appreciate these cold temps much more than I do.  I’m not sure if I have already introduced you all to the newest member of the herd, but we now have a rescued Weimaraner, named Merle. He is beautiful and much larger than I thought Weims to be.  He came to us underweight, very needy, and with a light and shadow obsessive, compulsive disorder. Not much is known about his previous life, but is obvious that he has suffered from neglect and some abandonment issues. I have seen improvement as he integrates into the pack here. His fit with the others is quite awkward, I’m guessing because of his size and exuberance. Having dealt mostly with herding breeds, I was not prepared for the need for constant companionship of a sporting breed. Thank goodness for the help and advice of friends who have the experience.  I have developed a bit of insight from them and the vet where Merle is concerned. We discovered that he is just at a year old, not approaching two as we were informed when he was brought here. So anyhow…we have a Weimaraner!

I went to Oregon in September for the opening of yet another Cracker Barrel.  This time it was in Medford, near the California border.  Let me just say, I love Oregon! It is a beautiful state. Little to no humidity and gorgeous landscapes make it one of my favorite places to visit! While there I had to opportunity to knock something off my bucket list that actually wasn’t on my list, but it was on my late husband, Jeff’s. I went to the highest point possible by vehicle to Mount Shasta.  It was the most peaceful, breathtaking place I have ever visited. The air was so clear and the lack of noise was incredibly relaxing. I didn’t want to leave! I kept thinking “on a clear day you can see forever.” And you could!!

mount shasta

I returned home from Oregon early upon news of my mom being in a coma. Her leukemia had morphed into lymphoma and it was bad.  As a result it was decided to administer an aggressive chemo regimen, which proved to be more than her system could take.  I have learned, without a doubt, that there is power in prayer.  At one point we were quite sure we would soon lose our mom, we all prayed for peace, we begged friends, family, and complete strangers to join in our prayers. I came home from Durham and within a few days received a message that she was awake.  Within a couple of weeks she was walking and talking, something none of us had thought possible just a few short weeks ago. This past week my mom came home! Yet another milestone no one expected to see at the beginning of October.  I want to thank everyone who supported us with prayers, calls, etc… Another moment of extreme joy has been reconnecting with the sister whom I have missed more than I was willing to admit. I will never forget one day when she was at my house…oh about 25 or 30 years ago, something struck us funny! To this day I cannot tell you what it was, but whatever it what was erupted into a giggling session that lasted a good ten minutes. When we finally were able to get our breath, my now ex-husband walked in the door and looked at us like we were mad! His perplexed look lead to an additional session that lasted another ten minutes. I have not laughed like that in a long time!

ROBIN

This past few months has been trying at best!  I am not going to go into detail on everything, except to say “UNCLE!”  I’m not going to admit that I am superstitious openly, but I did get rid of the $2 bill that was hanging in Justin’s room and the broken mirror that was behind the house. The loss of a friend who was basically an extended family member was extremely difficult to take.  My heart goes out to my “sissy” Teresa and Ray’s children and mom.  I want to also mention that my dear friend, Cindy became a first time grandmother! Little River was born with a slight defect that had to be repaired surgically shortly after his birth, but so far the little trooper is thriving! Congratulations to Cindy and her son’s family!! Yet another piece of good news, desperately needed, is in the photos at the top of this post, from DSC photography and Captain Dan’s Island Tours.  A medicine hat colt was born to the stallion, Wild Thing ,and the mare, Thetis on Assateague island, in Virginia. Medicine hats ponies are considered very good medicine in the Native American culture. These highly prized animals were thought to protect their riders and were sought after.  Often they were stolen by rival tribes that wanted to benefit from the powers the horses were thought to possess. This beautiful colt comes at a time when the herd is suffering from a swamp cancer that has claimed the lives of many and has affected several more. Maybe the birth of the little guy is a sign of better days for the herd.  Who knows? It won’t hurt to believe!

Did you ever feel so overwhelmed that you became calloused to everything around you? It feels almost like if you retreat into yourself things will slow down or somehow the effects will cause less damage.  You appear to be apathetic simply to protect yourself from the stress that would come from blowing a gasket. There is a fear that if you release the valve on your feelings or emotions that you will be deemed psycho, emotional, or even ridiculous. You are afraid to hurt someone else’s feelings so you sacrifice your own in order to prevent that from happening. This has been what’s happening in my world and in almost every aspect of it. Slowly, I have started to take back my life, my home, and my sanity. Though my plans for my future have been put on hold for a bit, I still intend to live out my dream!!

Well that is all for today. I promise not to be so remiss in my posting from here on out!  Love and scritches to your furry support staff! It’s the weekend, make sure you spend some time with them. You and they will be happier for it in the coming week.

Remember, I love you all most ardently! And remember even when it seems like things are crashing down around you and you can’t get a handle on things….

Play nice ya’ll….

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Puppy Love…or not?

Good morning people! Welcome to Wednesday! It’s gonna be yet another hot one so be prepared!

The Furry Support staff appears to be quite grumpy this morning! Everyone is voicing opinions on something I’m not privvy to at the moment. The only one not letting his voice be heard is my grandpuppy. He’s just chillin’ in Justin’s room wondering what all the fuss is about. I will so miss that dog when he joins Justin in Ohio. Oh, i will miss Justin too, but that dog is the last of my Aussie line and his resemblance to his grandad JasperJax in looks and most of all personality is uncanny. The first photo is Jasper, the other is Bailey.

I want to wish a very Happy Birthday to my road bestie, Suzan! I miss being on the road with her so much! One of the only people I know that I could spend five weeks in a hotel room with and not want to kill! Lolol! Love you much my lady!

I want to share with you all a photo taken by my go-to photographer and friend Deb Noll. This is the mare Misty Mills, that surprised everyone by producing a filly a few weeks after it was thought she had rejected her colt. Turns out the colt wasn’t hers at all. So, this beautiful filly now has a forever home as does the mystery colt. The filly is part of the Feather Fund group directed by another friend Lois Szymanski, which helps young people to purchase a pony at auction. Can’t wait to see this little girl grow!

So, today I want to touch on a subject that might tick a few people off, but it’s something that literally drives me nuts! The act of humans transferring human like qualities and emotions to animals is simply inaccurate, and I believe arrogant on the part of humans. Animals are so much smarter than we are. Humans have lost their ability to use all their senses together. Our sense of smell and hearing is nothing compared to what it was in the early days of man. So now we rely on other animals, particularly dogs to do those things for us. The domesticated animal I believe was man’s saving grace. But back then these animals were not pets! They were working animals! They were not coddled, petted, or even fed most of the time. They got the scraps. This continued into the early 20th century and even a little longer. Horses were generally used for farming or as mounts for the military. Pets were considered a luxury of the well-to-do. Dogs were used for hunting, herding, and protection, while cats generally lived in the barn to keep the mice out of the grain storage. Again, only the very wealthy could afford to keep animals as pets. When taxation reared its ugly head, all animals on a farm, that had a tail, were taxed. This began the idea of tail docking of dogs as the norm. Yes it also was a safety issue for dogs herding large animals, but the tax was the main reason. In those days, everything that lived on the farm had a purpose. An extra horse used for merely riding would have been considered a hay burner. The point is the relationship between man and these animals that were domesticated was born out of necessity not loneliness or love.

Does Jeb love me? Hmmmmm, the pet lover in me would like to think so. But really, it’s probably more akin to a pack leader kind of thing. Do I love him….yes I do! And he misses me when I am gone for the first few hours and then goes on with his life. When I come home he is happy to see me, he tells me everything that happened while I was gone, then brings me all of his babies and settles on my feet. Does he know he is my heart? He probably has more of an idea that in the hierarchy here, he is number 2, which is evident in How the other dogs here give him a wide berth. He rules with an iron fist! The relationship between my son and Bailey is different. That is pure devotion! That dog worships that boy.

Do animals mourn? Yes they do! Domestic animals appear to feel it more deeply though and for longer period. For example, when my first Corgi, Peedee died, Jeb sat it the back yard for a week waiting for him to return. In the wild, however, animals don’t have the luxury of extended mourning periods. Elephants have been known to mourn a lost member of the herd, but they move on quickly. Last month, with the loss of Butterfly Kisses, the heart wrenching story of Riptide trying to get her up, had everyone misty eyed. Is he still mourning her, probably not. He has a job to do, he doesn’t have the luxury of mourning her, even though she was his lead mare. He has foals and mares to protect. He has mares to breed to ensure his line continues. He is a stallion, he is wild, and he doesn’t have time to mourn. The job of lead mare will fall to the next mare in his band, probably Starry Night, and life will go on.. Hate to say it, but the beautiful Butterfly Kisses is probably already forgotten. But I have seen several comments about how he misses her so much and he is in mourning. Ummmm no….as much as many would like to believe it’s so…its not. We as humans can and will mourn her loss, just as we did with Surfer Dude, Courtneys Boy, and the many that have passed through the years. These animals don’t dwell on things as we tend to do. It is not in their genetic make up.

One thing I have discovered is that my dogs do have a sense of fairness. If I give one a treat, I should be ready to give them all one. If I love on one, yes it is expected I will love on them all.

Another thing, I wanna touch on is house training your dog. So many times i have seen people reprimand a puppy by smacking it or rubbing its nose in its own urine. The problem is, that puppy has no idea that it came from him. You can’t beat it out of him…(heaven forbid you tried that with a human baby). The best thing is diligence about letting him out regularly and I’m sorry but immediately after he eats or drinks is not the time. Also, putting down paper or puppy pads isn’t the answer either. All you are doing with that is teaching him to pee on paper, then you get upset when he leaves a deposit on your newspaper left on the floor. I remember when Bailey was around a year old. He had come to live with me around the fall of that year. He was house broken but the first thing he did when I put up the Christmas tree was lift his leg on it. Thankfully it wasn’t decorated yet and I hadn’t put down my beautiful candle wicked tree skirt yet. But I couldn’t get angry with him because I saw it from his point of view.”Granny put a tree in the house!It must be for me! I must mark it!” I had brought him his own personal bathroom into the house….how convenient for him! Your dog doesn’t have the same consideration for material things that you have, and most definitely your cat doesn’t! He doesn’t care if you buy him an expensive collar, he gets excited because he feels your excitement. He doesnt care that you just spent a small fortune getting him groomed and all pretty….if he encounters something that smells bad, he is gonna roll in it. He has no concept of value, or appearance, or keeping up with the Jones. He is a dog, he is gonna do dog things.

This brings me to my last story, this one is about Jeb and the Fox poo. A few years back my bestie and I took a road trip to Mathews, Virginia. Jeb was along for the ride. It was January and it was cold as heck! There was ice and snow on the ground and the air was bitter. As we were about to leave we decided we should let Jeb run a bit and take care of business in the field adjacent to where we were visiting. So he is out there, running around like a little kid having a blast, when all of a sudden he dives to the ground and starts rolling. Curious as to what has caused this reaction, Susan and I walk to where he is and discover this fascinating scent he has found is fox poo! Now, I don’t know if you know this, but foxes have a musk gland that excrete musk whenever he poops. Somehow it is extremely attractive to other foxes and well I guess Jeb too! Susan and i didn’t find it so attractive once we got him in the car and to return home. Both of us had tears in our eyes. Once the heat from the car hit that odor it permeated throughout the car. I’m quite sure there was a green funk cloud! We rode home on this cold January day with the windows down just to keep from puking. Jeb didn’t care, he was happy in his stench! It took close to two weeks to get that smell out of his coat! And again, Jeb had no clue how offensive he was, all he knew is that he got to run around and roll in something delightful, in his opinion. Lol!

Well, I think i have said enough… This was an extended post, no doubt.

Everyone have a great rest of your day! Extra scritches to your furry loves!

I love you all most ardently!

Play nice y’all…

Love of Chincoteague/Love Chairs

Good morning people! Yep it’s Tuesday! I am so sorry….It looks as though it is going to be another hot one today. Please be careful in this extreme heat. If you have to be outside in it, take breaks, stay hydrated, and don’t push yourself too hard. Please also keep your pets in mind. Make sure they have plenty of shade and water if they have to be outdoors.

The Furry Support staff has been fed and are now partaking in the ritual after breakfast nap. I can hear Beagle puppy (I call him Rut Roh) snoring like a human. My plan is to let them all out once it is light enough so they can at least have some time outside today. My grandpuppy Bailey’s world is about to change. His daddy Justin, is heading to Ohio soon to learn the art of a farrier. I am so excited for him! Since he is flying and I am not about to put a 9 year old dog on a plane that has never been on one, it has been decided that once my car is fixed, I will drive him to Ohio myself. I have another option as well, but that will be if I can’t get him there. So, I guess my world is gonna change a thing it as well. I will have an empty nest for the first time since shortly after Jeff passed away almost six years ago. That’s when my decisions will be made. Anyhow, stay tuned, same Corgi time, same Corgi channel…lol

Hope this photo of Jeb enjoying a doggie bowl at Mr. Whippy’s might help you stay cool!

Today I am off work, so it is the day I will begin the task of cleaning my art area, in the hopes it will spark that creativity bug. It will be a monumental task, so if you don’t hear from me tomorrow, send in the troops!

I’m going to use today’s post for a bit of advertisement. Many of you know ow about my Love Chair design that includes Chincoteague ponies in each of the four chairs. The design has really been a hit and I must take a moment to thank Sue Johnson at Blue Crab Treasures on Chincoteague island for believing in me. She and I are both surprised and pleased with the reception of this. The design is available at this time in t-shirts, long sleeve and short, in a variety of colors, kids sizes are also available. Tanks tops are available in two colors! There are zippered and pullover hoodies, along with pullover sweatshirts. Sue has prints, post cards, koozies, bibs, and onesies as well. New items are being ordered with the design too! Can’t wait to see those. There will be hats with the Ridtide/heart chair embroidered on them. So, we have a lot going on.

Above is just a small sampling of what is available. Call Sue at Blue Crab Treasures in Chincoteague, Virginia, for sizes and color availability. Special requests may be preordered with the next shipment, so give her a call! The the number is (757)336-5507 or visit the Blue Crab Treasures Facebook page.

I would lastly like to mention a contest we are holding at the moment. If you get your shirts and you are on the island, take a minute to have your picture taken on the Love Chairs right across the street from Sue’s shop at Robert Reed Park. Post the photo on the Blue Crab Treasures Facebook page. Judges will choose the top four photos from those submitted. Those top four will be given the opportunity to pick which ponies appear in the chairs next year. And I personally will throw in a t-shirt for the four winning submissions. So let the games begin….the judging will start after fall roundup in October!

That is all for today folks! I am so excited about the events that are happening now. This has been a whirlwind and surreal experience for me. Thanks to all of those who have stood by me and had faith in me when I didn’t trust myself. My bestie, Susan Jones has been my rock and biggest supporter. My Cracker Barrel road bestie, Suzan Sheldon, has listened to my rantings many an early morning when we were stuck in a hotel room for weeks at a time. And again, Sue Johnson, who has stuck by me since that first December day when I walked into her shop.My daughter, Kayla Nassef who used to joke about all my paintings being in the garden tube in my bathroom. My dear friend, Deb Ober, who has been my sounding board, my pony conformation advisor, and sister from another mister. Lastly, there is one person that I need to thank especially, my mom, Emma Lupton, for a phone conversation while I was in Alabama, encouraging me to follow my heart and not wait for things to come to me. That evidently was my turning point…

You all have a wonderful day! Please stay cool and hydrated…are you listening Deb Ober?

Lots of fresh water and scratches for the furry loves. Be aware of their feet and be sure those paw pads aren’t being burned on concrete or asphalt. If they seem to be overheated, a damp tepid cloth to the belly will help cool them down…no ice!

My favorite quote from Pony Penning….”you’re famous!” My response… “well at least I didn’t have to wait until I was dead first!”

I love you all most ardently!

And even when this heat has your nerves frayed to the max….

Play nice y’all….

Stuck…

Good morning all you little worker bees! Hate to break it to you like this and so early, but it’s Monday again! As I am writing this that song by Juice Newton, “Break it to Me Gently,” is rolling through my head. I hope you all enjoyed your weekends and are now ready to face the work force with smiling, happy faces! I’m not! Last night my inner night owl and my inner early bird had a monumental struggle. Both won, I lost, resulting in maybe two and a half hours of sleep. Today’s shift that Cracker Barrel should be fun! I can hardly wait….zzz!

This morning the larger contingent of the furry support staff is inside waiting for the Corgis to finish their business. I’m not sure whose bladder was screaming louder at 4 am, mine or Jeb’s. As I let them out, everyone came running, but the others immediately went back to bed when they realized only Jeb and Sassy were going out. I’m sitting here drinking my coffee and watching Minxy lay on her back on the couch, chasing something in her dreams. I don’t believe I have ever seen her sleep like that. Maybe after seven years she has finally relaxed. She has always been the one on guard, ever vigilant, waiting for the ball to drop, ready to defend her people. That devotion to duty has somehow stunted her ability to just be a dog, but lately she appears to be trying and its down right weird.

I was very humbled and honored by the number of birthday wishes I received from friends on Facebook yesterday. The day was really nothing special. I was here most of the day by myself. I chose to curl up and binge watch The Closer. I love Kyra Sedgewick’s character in the show, kind of reminds me of…well me sometimes. We did go out to dinner last night at my favorite Mexican restaurant, Mi Cabana’s, and I did have the celebratory mango margarita. Other than that is was a quite serene day.

I had considered posting my friend, author, Lois Szymanski’s most excellent response to the PETA letter to the Chincoteague Fire department, but I have chosen to hold off on that until later. I want to wait until the dust settles and see what is left before I revisit the topic again.

Currently, I am suffering from a bit of artist’s block. Unless you have actually experienced it, it’s hard to comprehend the struggle.I can truly sympathize with writers who are on a deadline. The struggle is real! For an artist or writer it can be physically painful, resulting in headaches, sleepless nights, and stretched nerves. Thank God I don’t usually have to deal with deadlines or I would be bald. There is no way to work through it, there is no way to push through it, and there is absolutely no way to force creativity. If its not there, its just not there. I have found a way to help myself though and it is quite comical. So while I was experiencing the block one day I decided to clean my table, organize things, put things in their place, and make it look pretty! My kids will tell you that is a rare occasion! But I have discovered that when it is clean, it sort of drives me a bit nuts, and the urge to mess it up again eventually prevails and the block subsides. I’m not sure how a writer or even a musician would translate that to their fields, but it certainly kick started the artist in me. Yea, I know I’m weird….it’s part of the whole artist persona lolol!!

I am currently working a Christmas card design with the Love Chairs! I can’t wait to see how it turns out. Shirts, goodies and other items are available at Blue Crab Treasures in Chincoteague VA.

Well folks, I have nothing else to say today….its time to feed the furry support staff anyway. The ones in the house are starting to move around a bit, and they will soon realize that breakfast is 30 minutes late. Love and scritches to the furry loves. Its time to get up and at’em people!

I know its only Monday so….

Play nice y’all…

PETA rears it’s ugly head…

Good morning all you animal loving worker bees!

It is Hump Day!! Hump day is here!!🐪

The furry support staff has been fed and all are settling down for an after breakfast nap. Even the ever awake and on patrol Minxy is snoring! I think this weather is making for very lazy pups!☔☁⚡

So today I’m not gonna play around with any other subjects, only one that is near and dear to my heart, for it involves my happy place. As if losing this beautiful mare wasn’t enough, and the recent rantings of a psycho wasn’t enough, now we have this.

Butterfly Kisses and her beautiful colt Trigger

Photo credit Buffy Marcie Kramer

The recent tragedy at the carnival grounds in Chincoteague Va. which involved the freak accident that resulted in the death of a beloved Chincoteague pony mare named Butterfly Kisses has received not just national attention, but attention from one of the most vile organizations claiming to be dedicated animal welfare that exists. Yes that organization is PETA. While I was showing dogs in the late 80s to the late 90s there were numerous occasions where members of PETA released dogs from crates at shows, allowing them to run out onto major highways and be killed.

PETA recently sent a letter to the Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Dept. asking them to halt the annual pony swim and a whole other range of requests, based on false info. The fire department’s response is below.

The Official Response to PETA:

We are aware of the untruths that PETA has stated in their latest attempt to fool the general public about our Pony Penning events. In their last letter to us which by the way was sent to me through a newspaper reporter, it wasn‘t emailed to me or mailed to me (unless it’s at the post office as I write this), they claim that one of our mares, Butterfly Kisses, was “chased into” the pen. Nothing could be further from the truth. She was already in the pen and had been there for over 24hrs. We have eye witnesses to prove otherwise. This is the same pen that she has been in numerous of times without incident. They also claim that we “force” them to swim. I have photos to prove that the ponies swim all the time on their own. They also claim that while in the care of the fire Company during round ups that the ponies aren’t provided shade. Again, false and we have photos to prove that we provide shade when necessary. They also claim that while during round ups that no fresh water or food is provided to them. Again, false. There are at least a dozen water troughs at the carnival ground pens and hay is placed quite generously throughout the pen. Again, we have photos to prove that. While these ponies are out in the wild, they also have access to fresh water troughs in case the freshwater ponds are dry in the summer or frozen in the winter. During the winter, extra feed is provided to them. Twice a year, there are two complete vet checks. At these times the ponies get de-wormed, vaccinated for eastern and western west Nile disease, hooves checked, teeth checked and much more. All of the ponies that live out in the wild on the Virginia side of Assateague are microchipped with meticulously kept records of each one. When one is reported to be injured, someone from the pony committee is on the scene within usually a half hour. If the pony needs more care then the pony is brought over by trailer and seen by our vets. Same if a pony is sick. If the pony cannot recover then the pony is humanely euthanized and given a proper burial, not just tossed out on the marsh. At auction, the vet decides which ones can leave their mares at which time. If they are too young, then they go back with their mares until the fall. When each foal leaves our care and goes with their new families, a coggins test is done as well. Once again, while these ponies mean a great deal to the Fire Company, the town and the county financially, we are also human beings who see these gorgeous animals as the beautiful creatures they are and we handle them with the care and respect they deserve. If we did not do this event, these animals would end up over populating, eat themselves out of house and home, suffer diseases and injuries without any help at all. These are the facts about how we do what we do.

Now, I’m just going to throw out some facts about PETA so everyone can be as educated as PETA thinks to
hey are about us. Since 1998 PETA has killed more than 36,000 animals. 95.9% of animals under PETAS care have been killed in one year! Yes, one year! PETA has handed out literature to children with a graphic comic stating that “your mommy kills animals“ while also funding arsonist and terrorist groups. Their own president, Ingrid Newkirk, stated “ it would be lovely if we stopped this whole notion of pets altogether”. Would really love to know if she has any pets herself. In October 2014, members of PETA drove their van to the small town of Parksley, VA right here on the eastern shore and stole a pet dog off the porch of a family by coaxing the dog off the porch with treats. Within hours, the dog was killed. PETA broke two laws that day, larceny and euthanizing an animal before the 5 hold period that is the law for kill-shelters. The family ultimately sued PETA and PETA settled the case with the family for $49,000 dollars. In 2014, PETA killed 2,324 animals of the 2,626 it had acquired. It had a 1% adoption rate. A former PETA field worker testified that workers were mislead in the field, they were told to lie as much as possible to gain access to an animal under the ruse that the animal would be sent out for immediate adoption but instead were immediatelay taken to a kill room. One worker quit on the spot when witnessing healthy, vibrant animals in the kill room. Another former field worker testified the PETAS objective was to get as many animals as possible and the vast marjority was killed. She then testified that she was told to lie by her immediate supervisors to gain access to any animals and then told the same by President Ingrid Newkirk.

So, my friends, there you have it. All of the information I have just provided can be found at huffpost.com/killing animalsPetasopensecret and petakillsanimals.com

I truly believe that what The Chincoteague Vol Fire Co does is good, fair and caring. I have personally been involved going on 29 years. There are many others that have been involved longer than I have and many younger ones coming up through the ranks. Until you have been here, seen it with your own eyes then we ask that you reserve your judgement until you do. I have done my homework and ask that PETA does theirs.

Thank you,
Denise P. Bowden
Public Relations Officer
CVFC
Denise’s response is eloquent and fact filled. Please if you agree with her, email PETA and ask them to stop this relentless onslaught of allegations.

Scritches and extra biscuits for the furry ones! 🐕🐎🐈🐾 Hug them extra tight!

Love your faces!💖

Play nice y’all…

Ermahgerd!! Kerrerts!!!

Good morning my peeps! Welcome to your Tuesday! I kind of think of Tuesday as Wednesday’s ugly little sister. Not quite as obnoxious as Monday, but still ugly. Bahahaha! And welcome to the insanity in my head!

It’s raining on my little acre this morning, much to the dismay of the furry support staff. This has left most of them quite grumpy, as they all grumble their frustrations to each other throughout the house. One can only imagine what exactly they are saying, but I’m quite sure if there is any cursing going on it’s Jeb and Sassy. Their level of anxiety seems just a bit extra. So, yesterday evening I was puttering around the kitchen, fixing dinner, and putting dishes away. When I opened the refrigerator I realized that I had forgotten to chop up my carrots when I brought the groceries home. I took them out so I could complete the task.. First, let me tell you, my normally civil dogs will knock someone down for a carrot. They are a good treat for them, they are far less expensive than anything you can get in the grocery store, and they are healthy (FYI…my dogs will not touch baby carrots. I’ve tried several brands. After some research i discovered that baby carrots are soaked in a bleach solution and then in another solution for color). I took out my knife and cutting board and began chopping. At the sound of the first chop, Bailey came running out of my son’s room like a little kid on Christmas morning. The look on his face was sheer excitement! All I could think of is this cute gif with the little rabbit that says “Ermahgerd!! Kerrerts!!!” He sat at my feet anxiously as I cut them up, so I had to give him some. I believe he would have eaten until he burst. It’s funny how small things can be a source of absolute joy. Maybe I should maybe I should get those “kerrits!” out now to quiet some of the grumbling.

Often in life, it is the simple things that mean the most. Things that don’t cost a penny, can have a larger impact than any expensive gift. A seemingly minute phrase can somehow make someone’s day better. An occasional “way to go,” or “you look nice today,” can lift someone’s spirits and for all you know may have come just at the right moment for that person. I did an experiment one morning on my way to work. I smiled and spoke to every single person with whom I came into contact. The results were amazing! I only had one person look at me like I was the village idiot, but the majority of the responses were positive and genuine. Oftentimes, simply smiling at a stranger can make his or her day. And guess what, it didn’t cost a thing, except maybe a second of your time. What it all boils down to is, people may not remember or even know your name, they may not remember exactly what you said, heck they may not even recognize you the next time your paths cross. But they will remember how you made them feel! Try it sometime, I promise you will discover that it makes you feel good as well.

Ok folks that is all I have for today. Got lots to do before I head to my happy place this weekend. I will be posting a recipe for gingerbread dog biscuits on the Recipes You Want To Try site  page here shortly. Your furry ones will love them!! Throw them a couple when your done baking them. I mean, ya know, wait until they cool first! Extra scritches are in order as well!

Enjoy your day! I love you all most ardently. Let me know you are out there please by commenting or liking my blog. I’m leaving you with a look at my newest painting called “Two Hearts Healed.” Let me know what you think. It is still in progress, but I am loving it!

Play nice y’all…

Yep I’m a Party Animal!

Good Saturday evening my homies! It has basically been a beautiful day with the exception of a couple of pop up storms. I wasn’t able to take advantage of the gorgeous weather outside today. I will explain why in a few.

I’m hanging with the furry support staff this evening. Yep I’m a party animal! Minxy and Sassy are sticking close to me because of the last storm. Jeb is sound asleep, as I think is Bailey and puppy has been exiled to Justin’s room for a while.

So, this happened this morning. It was relatively early. I let the dogs out in two separate groups because Jeb can’t be let out with the puppy. I was in the process of getting ready to go to the grocery store when I realized I had left the window open in the back door. As I turned to go close it, I tripped over the puppy who was trying to get to the door in the hopes of slipping past me. I went down hard across the top of the puppy gate and landed on my wrist, shoulder, and left hip, while bumping my head on the door jamb to my room. I laid there bawling like a two year-old. After about ten minutes I heard a “hello” at the front door, thankfully it was my sister. She came running to me and yelled for her friend to come help. I eventually got up but was dizzy probably from the bump on my head. How I didn’t break anything totally escapes me. I will certainly be feeling it for the next few days. Old age doesn’t allow for quick recovery times. And the funny thing about the whole incident is that while I was laying there I kept hearing the song Miss Grace by the Tams all the while having a picture in my head of the “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” woman from the commercials.

So here I sit with Sassy and Minxy, left leg propped up on pillows, binge watching chick flicks, and remembering all the times my son, Justin has joked about getting me a LifeAlert and thinking maybe its not such a bad idea. Had I been seriously hurt I would not have been able to call 911 because my phone roams in this house. I guess I could use Alexa if that is possible. Now in have something to research.

Posted below is a photo of my family at Christmas!

Well I’m gonna sign off now. Hope you all are giving extra time, scritches, and lubbins to the furry support staff.

Enjoy what’s left of your weekends. Take care of yourselves. Listen to me preaching laid up here like I am.

I love you all most ardently. Remember, when that weekend traffic road rage starts to hit…

Play nice y’all…