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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What’s in a Name?

Good morning all you humidified people! The descent into your weekend has begun. Please turn off all cell phones and put your tray tables in the upright position. Ok well you don’t need to cut off your phone until you finish reading this actually….you know priorities and all. Lol.

The Furry Support staff is outside enjoying the early morning temps. Yesterday was so miserable and humid they didn’t stay out long when they did go out. Very unusual behavior for Jeb, who loves to be outside. Hopefully this heat and humidity will break soon! I truly hate feeling clammy or sticky!!

Remember in January and February when everyone was tired of the cold weather, even up to March? And remember everyone daring anyone to complain about the summer heat? Well I’m gonna go there…I would take three months of winter over just one week of this humidity. There I said it…and meant it. I hate feeling like I am melting. Much more of this and I will be a puddle in the floor…

I have been struggling with a few things here recently and I have begun to pray about it. And praying works, it might not be the answer you expect or want, but it does work. I know that God has placed some pretty amazing people in my life, a couple I consider guardian angels of sorts. I hope that some day I can be a blessing to all of them as they have blessed me.

I was scrolling through some pet photos the other day and couldn’t help but giggle at some of the names that were attached to these poor animals! Mr. Bubble Britches? Really? Shorty McPuggle?? Crystal Blue Love??? Seriously??? Omg it was hilarious! I’m sure or well hoping that these names are shortened so that it makes life easier for the dog and owner. My late husband Jeff bought Jeb for me in 2007. That afternoon we were going over names. I wanted something short and simple, because a dog recognizes not his name, but certain sounds that his name makes. So if there is a prominent “E” at the end of his or her name,for instance Sassy, hears the “SassSeeeee” Bailey hears “baiLeeeee” Beagle puppy hears “jethRo, those changes in sounds is what is heard. They key in on mostly the vowel sounds. Well Jeff decided he was naming Jeb and that all there was to it. Jeff was a huge Civil war buff, so He was going through all the names of Confederate generals that he could attach to this Corgi puppy. Finally he says “I’ve got it! General James Ewell Brown Stuart!!!” I sitting there with a blank stare thinking “wut?” After a brief argument I finally got him to agree to Jeb Stuart, which eventually was shortened to simply Jeb. Thank the Lord! He would have been halfway to Raleigh by the time I got out “GENERAL JAMES EWELL BROWN STUART!!!” In his early puppy years, Jeb also picked up the nickname Rabbit, because of his large Corgi ears. We used to worry about the owls when he was a puppy, but today it would take some kind of prehistoric pterodactyl owl to pick him up. Lol! He answers to Rabbit just as quickly as he does Jeb. Bailey was named by my daughter’s ex fiance and I’m almost ashamed to say he was named after a brand of cigarettes. I call him Meatball. Sassy’s real name is Sacajawea, but the name Sassy so well defines her that no other  nickname is necessary, except to maybe shorten it to Sass. Minxy’s name came from a literary character, but I also call her Wiggles because when she gets excited she turns into one big wiggle!

Minxy

Sassy

Pet names are often used to describe what perception we have of when the puppy is an adult, such as Brutus, Kong, or Thor for the larger breeds like Mastiffs or Rottweilers, or Fluffy, Tiny, or Princess for Poodles, Chihuahuas, or Yorkies. Some names are straight and to the point others a little more complex. Most show dogs have a registered name and then they have a kennel name. My first show dog was Wyndridge Matters of Elegance, but her name was Mattie. My second was Bent-Win’s Soul Provider, we called him Bolt. What can I say, I got him the weekend after I attended a Michael Bolton concert and had met him backstage. All show dogs have the name of the breeder’s kennel attached to their names. Sometimes there are even two. A friend of mine often collaborated with another breeder, so those dogs always had Bayshore/Propwash in their names.

Jeb

When naming your new puppy or even kitten, you can give it all the names you want. Just keep in mind that, even though it doesn’t care what you name it, don’t handicap it by giving it a name it can’t even begin to comprehend. Mr. Wiggle Britches McNally??? Really???

Please send in your dog’s name in the comments, especially if it is unique! And we would love to hear why that name was chosen.

Well that is all for today folks! Try to stay cool in this oppressive heat! It’s Friday so you know traffic will be a beast!

Love and scritches to the furry ones before you leave the house.

How about let’s keep that road rage under control people.

Play nice y’all….

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…

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…