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July Hiatus

Samus helps fold blankets.

July overall is going to prove a very busy month for me. I barely have time to read for enjoyment thanks to school. It’s leaving me with little creativity currently so I thought I would take a month to recharge my blog batteries. Vacation should help with that and I will be very hard pressed not to pop on here and post about it but I’m going to try. August should see school done for a couple of weeks and then I shall return to posting.

I WILL be hopping on to read everyone else’s blogs though. You guys post a lot of fun things and I don’t want to miss out on the fun.

I hope July is fantastic for all of you and I come back in August with a blogging vengeance. ❤

Sugar and Scream will remain active.

Woo Dog! This is Exhausting

I hope that everyone had a rather lovely Easter weekend. We had a quiet day at home. The weather was nice, we took the dogs for a car ride and the husband polished up his new motorcycle.

We have now been bombarded by Covid vaccine supply at work, so chaos has broken out trying to keep up with the phone calls, scheduling people and then actually giving the vaccines. This week will probably continue to be a quiet one when it comes to me posting. Some days I’m coming straight home and just plopping down on the couch until I’m required to move. I foresee much of that in my future this week.

Take care everyone!

Snow Hounds

It’s been quite some time since the dogs had their very own post here on the blog and with the recent snow fall, they’ve been especially cute playing in the fluffy whiteness. So just sit back and enjoy a small photo gallery of my funny little snow hounds. ❤

I loving refer to Ozzy as the Snow King in the winter as he LUUUUUURRVVVEESSS the snow. Samus loves it for a minute, bounds through it like a deer and then is promptly ready to go back inside to the warmth. Ozzy must be convinced to come back in.

Terraform Me a New Ear Drum

Sorry for a lack of updates folks but this little blogger caught herself a nasty upper respiratory infection that caused her ear drum to rupture. So whenever I am not at work, I’m wandering around my house responding with a “HUH?!?!” to everything my husband says OR sleeping. I’ve slept SO much but it really does help.

I knew I was coming down with something when we left for our trip north a week and a half ago. I did not foresee becoming THIS sick. I was trucking along fine until my ear drum ruptured and then I was just down for the count.

Samus has done her best to help me recoup. Maximum snuggles while reading or sleeping.

As you can see, I’ve been working my way along Red Mars by Kim Stanley Robinson. It appears to be equal parts slightly boring and absolutely fascinating. I’m fairly certain it’s the terraforming the planet that is keeping me going. The characters are okay but the transformation to make the planet habitable for humans is the best part. It’s long though, highly detailed, so it will take me probably to the end of the month to finish it.

Alas, we’re heading back north this week for Thanksgiving. Every year we rotate where we spend Thanksgiving and it hasn’t been at my dad’s house in quite some time. So expect another small hiatus from me.

Speaking of my dad AND science fiction month, I guess it never really registered until I made the list of movies and TV shows but my dad has been my greatest influence into science fiction. It’s funny the things you never realize until it is very obviously pointed out in random fashion.

Who influenced YOUR love for science fiction??

Fenced in Those Wiley Hounddogs

If there is one thing I would suggest to anyone considering a DIY chain-link fence project for their home, it would be, hire someone else to do it. Especially, if your property contained an amount of rocks under the dirt that you thought could only exist in the mountains.

I didn’t intend on an impromptu hiatus but let me tell you, even with 6 people tackling this project, it whooped our asses.

It’s a huge relief to have this finally done. Not only do the dogs get to wander freely about without a leash or myself wandering after them, but it will also keep any other dogs from wandering into our yard. (This has become a big fear since a recent dog attack on a family dog several months ago.) The dogs appear to approve and Ozzy has picked out several prime laying around locations.

Now, I’m going to go try to catch up on some of your blogs before I take off on a long weekend adventure with Ignited Moth and her beau.

My Life Among the Underdogs: A Memoir – Book Review

Published Date: January 15, 2019

Publishing Co.: William Morrow

Pages: 245

Goodreads Synopsis.

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

My mission is to rescue. My hope is that one day I won’t have to.”

If you’ve heard that quote before, there’s a good chance that you’re a fan of Animal Planet’s Pit Bulls & Parolees. This memoir belongs to the feisty, red-headed woman who started Villabos Rescue Center, first rescuing wolves and wolf hybrids, then turning to one of the dog’s with the baddest reputations, the American Pit Bull Terrier. Currently, the rescue houses close to 400 dogs of all breeds and employs parolees to help with all of the work. It takes one tough person to hold all of that together.

In My Life Among the Underdogs, we get a peek into Tia’s life before starting the rescue. First, being raised a cowgirl by her stepmother who taught her to depend on no one else, to a drifting young adult, to an exotic animal trainer, to a dog trainer for Hollywood, then to rescuing full time. All of this while giving birth to and raising two beautiful daughters, who would become strong, independent and compassionate just like their mother.

We also learn the life stories of some of the top dogs of Tia’s life. These chapters were both uplifting and heartbreaking. You learn about these wonderful, resilient creatures and all they taught both Tia and humanity and then, you hear about their passing. How can that not tug at your heart? If you’ve had a dog, you’re probably all too familiar with that pain, so it’s impossible not to relate.

There are not too many people in this world that I truly idolize but, Tia Torres is one of the them. Life spent rescuing animals is hard, I’ve dabbled in it myself, no where near the size that Tia has. While rewarding, at times it can be absolutely soul crushing. You have to look the worst of humanity in the eye, not engage to the best of your ability and just get the poor, tortured animal the fuck out of dodge. It’s a hard thing to dedicate your life to. Animal rescue workers are more prone to depression and suicide, and it’s understandable.

I hope to see more memoirs from Tia Torres or anyone on her rescue crew. It helps bring more people into the rescue fold, even if it’s adopting instead of shopping, every changed mind is progress and we still have a long ways to go.

My one complaint, and I don’t think I’ve said this since I was little, is that there are no pictures! I mean, I want one million dog pictures, but if there could have just have been ten or so, that would have been great. I loved hearing about these amazing dogs but I would have also really liked to see their cute little faces.

Polar Apocalypse

Okay, that’s a little dramatic but we did get 4-5 inches of snow and we woke up to it being 1 degree outside. The dogs were out for less than 3 minutes, they could barely pee, before they started lifting their paws and trying to lay down in the snow. So we’ve declared it, No Leaving the House Day.

It’s excellent timing as I’ve already been feeling restless. I’m ready to get outside and work on all the things but alas, that’s still going to be a couple of months.

That means today I’m going to try to occupy myself with lots of random things; try a new baking recipe, decide whether to continue the book I’m reading or not, laundry, pinning soup recipes and eyeballing Instant Pots. (My faithful crock pot has a massive crack in it.) There might even be an attempt at writing but we’ll see. My restlessness makes concentrating nearly impossible. Even as I write this, I drift off thinking of other things.

What do you do to combat cabin fever?

Here’s Ozzy looking all majestic in the snow:

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C&M Vacation Hiatus

Good morning friends! The coffee hasn’t even begun to kick in yet but I thought I’d drop in with a quick announcement that I will be gone for 9 days for a family vacation. I haven’t decided whether I’ll take my laptop or not so I doubt there will be any posts. We’re driving 2 days down, 5 days at the location and driving 2 days back, with the dogs. It’s going to be quite the adventure. If you’d like to follow any potential hijinks, don’t forget to follow me over at my Instagram page. It’s right in my hot little hand so I’m expecting to update daily there.

I leave you off with a cute picture of Samus helping me pack for the big trip.

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A House Covered in Fur

It’s been awhile since any of my adorable critters have been featured on the blog. Not for any lack of cuteness but because they’re mostly featured over on Instagram. (I fully admit that Instagram is a lot more fun that I thought it would be.)

I’ll do a mini-intro for each pet for anyone new to the blog.

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Blanket thieving once again.

Zelda, our second pet together. (The first being a rat named Wednesday.) We’ve had a love/hate relationship. She likes to do bad things. But since we’ve moved to the house, we’ve seen a whole new cat. We now have a nightly ritual that if I’m not in our bedroom at the correct time, I hear persistent mewing.

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Snowed in.

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Meanwhile, this one likes to make snow angels.

Ozzy, our first dog together. We’re dog people, thru and thru. We adopted Ozzy from a high-kill shelter in Flint. Michigan when he was 10 weeks old. He was malnourished, dehydrated, had roundworms and mange. He’s the first animal that I nursed back to health and 100% the reason I got into animal rescue. By my own estimation he’s lab/chow/pit bull mix. He’s a big, laid back baby who kicks all the ass at cuddling.

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Brisk morning romp in the yard.

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Gaming with Dad.

Samus. Oh, Samus. We were planning on getting a second dog a year later than we did. My grandpa was dying, I was depressed, my husband decided I needed someone to take care of who couldn’t take care of themself so I wouldn’t dive further into depression. His irresponsible coworker at the time had a new litter of puppies. Inbred puppies. Mom had had one litter of puppies by a neighbor’s dog, they kept a male puppy and when he was old enough, he knocked up his mom. She’s 3/4 mini-Aussie and 1/4 Rottweiler. To top it off, mom stopped nursing the puppies at about 5 weeks and the people couldn’t handle the puppies cries so they locked them in a bathroom. One which, they did not clean and eventually threatened to throw them all out in the snow if the people who wanted one didn’t come pick them up. That’s how we came to have a puppy at 6 weeks old who shouldn’t have been separated until 8 weeks. She’s an adorable pain in the ass. She’s high energy of course but also has anxiety and OCD, along with severe trust issues.

Snuggle Pups

It’s been a very dark few days here, my husband’s grandmother is losing her battle with cancer, so the pups have been working overtime trying to cheer us up. They don’t normally snuggle, or hold still long enough for me to take a picture so this is a one in a million shot. Of course my phone decided to use flash when it usually never flashes and by the time I turned the flash off the moment was over lmao.

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