Crunchie, whose name needs a change in this place where he’s prey size, is slowly settling in.
Every time one of us leaves and reenters the room he barks a lot. But he reaches full relaxation easily. He has claimed Chris’s chair.
Or a nice place on the floor.
Sammie and newbie, Shiloh, are staying hidden.
All fuzzies and humans except me, are male. Both cats are neutered. But Crunch still needs that. He’s only a year and will be on a leash until we feel he safely knows his boundaries, and has been fixed and completely vaxed.
Just a picture of his markings. Inkspot, Inky, Phantom, Barkley, come to mind. Ideas?
We are so happy. It was wonderful to see my son. But he’s got a lot to work on at home so we only got a short visit.
This Humane Society inspired post prompted by Linda.
Sadly, we didn’t get a new dog. (Details below.)
I had this page set up last night with two choices one if we got a dog and one if we didn’t. My hopes were high but the majority were too large for us. Adorable, yes, and I wanted them all! But realistically we need something smaller. The two smaller ones were already taken. The one I had hoped to get the day before, Birdie was taken yesterday. She was an adorable chihuahua mix. Oh, well. At least we’ve offically started the search.
An Enya. A nice case. Strings and tuner in the zipper pocket.
This is so much smaller than my Memorex but has great sound. It is matt black but doesn’t look at all black in the picture. A nice strap came with.
There was a box but I have shared and enjoyed a few.
I’m so glad to be home! So happy to be with my hubby. Glad to get back into my little routine. But I really miss my new friends. Including Mia and Hermione.
Mia was sweet but not feeling well, what with allergies and age against her.
Hermione is such a love I threatened to kidnap her. She’s still with her family. Don’t worry.
There were so many cute and funny things to share. But this one made me happy.
Others were about losing pets. I’m still sad, yes. But do I dare ask for prayers and blessings as on Thursday we will start visiting shelters. I’m nearly giddy with excitement. But trying to be a grownup. Haha.
This came in my memories today. Kali, Rosey, and Teddy taking over my bed. Now it’s up to Rosey to do the job. 😥
On, the other side, my peacock got a corner filled in.
I worried about the black. But it’s a mixture of dark blues mixed with dark purple and pink. I’m loving it already. I wouldn’t be able to leave the art out with Teddy, or younger Rosey. Kali would have made it more fun as she would have kept me company.
Floundering is almost over. I think I’ve decided to use March for editing to get ready for April’s camp NaNo.
I’m going to be glad not to see this guy every day.
Oh, my goodness! This book was fun from the very beginning. My eyes have difficulties tracking to read; even since cataract surgery fixed a lot of my issues, tracking remains nearly impossible. I have been an avid reader since I was little. Reading was slow going, but I got through the ten books allotted by the library every three weeks. The heft of the books was unwieldy, but I didn’t ask for help.
So, I began reading this book on my old phone using the Kindle app. It took me quite a while to get through even half the book. Finally, I caught up with the Libby audiobooks I had checked out, and Piglet became my bedtime book. Now, I could use text-to-speech and speed up the reading quite a bit. And give my eyes a rest.
Another reason I got into this book is my own dog, Kali, passed last spring after being nearly blind and having doggy dementia and bad hearing. It was so hard at the end of her life, but we had such a hard time from the beginning trying to learn from each other that the bond for her was strong in the end. I miss her so much and feel the need to help another dog as soon as I can. Meanwhile, Piglet helped me. Now I feel even stronger about getting another dog. I know there is one out there that needs me as much as I need him or her.
I think this book has a couple of other inspirational stories within. Melissa Shapiro is a veterinarian who tells her story of how she and her husband got together. Then, she shares her children’s aspirations with music. She tells of their college experiences.
By the way, one of her daughters and her husband have honest and raving reviews on the Piglet GoodReads page. I was delighted to read these as I felt I knew them from the book.
This book is full of the good feels a person needs these days. I look forward to looking all over the internet to find videos and follow the dogs, Melissa, and her family, and all the good they are doing for disabled people and animals.
When I feel I am floundering, I need to remember the floundering Ms. Shapiro and her husband went through with that one-pound blind, deaf puppy screaming his needs to them. Floundering is how one finds one’s balance. That is what February gives me. Meanwhile, today my turtles got a little more colorful.
The despair I had when Kali and, within a short while, Teddy crossed the Rainbow Bridge is still hanging on. I don’t know if you ever get over losing someone, even or especially our beloved pets. Even though it was last Spring, these last two losses are still heavy in my heart.
My hair was long when I first met her. Little did I know then that she would be my best buddy for sleeping and walking and chatting.
Teddy jumped into a friend’s car at 3 AM when she was coming to visit us. Just a kitten. Our friend called her mother during the day to look for a possible owner in Garden Grove. Teddy loved the long drive. They didn’t find anyone, so he became ours. He loved getting out on a leash. He could fly between beds even into his last couple of weeks alive. He divorced me when Kali came but toward the end of both of their lives he started sleeping with Kali and I.
We just watched Dogs.
We watch a lot of vet and zoo shows. I can’t help but think there is a dog that needs me as much as I need her/him.
What hit me was the kind priest who loved dogs near the end of the second season of Dogs and the despair those poor dogs felt living on the street with no one to love them. I believe there is a sweetie or two out there for me. That is the hope that heals my sadness.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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