Tag Archives: pets

August 2022

The second half of 2022 wasn’t shaping up to be any better than the first half, then two things happened. First, my new anti-anxiety meds kicked in. Two, we adopted Ridley.

While things are far from perfect, they don’t seem so bleak anymore either.

Besides work, my time has been consumed with our new family member. My mornings are not my own anymore. I get up, take two dogs out, take two dogs for a walk, feed two dogs and THEN have my coffee to help wake up.

Strutters.

Mornings before work were when I would typically catch up on all my online related activities. No more. I’m pretty much doing things right up until I walk out of the door for work. But walking a mile every morning has felt great for the most part.

My dad has sold my childhood home. I’m not sad about this in the slightest. He received an incredible offer on the house and an amazing opportunity for his future residence. We’re heading there to help him move stuff this weekend. Being the exceptional planner that I am, I didn’t even realize it was Labor Day weekend and traveling is probably going to suck. *gulps*

I haven’t even been reading anything as of late. Partly because the meds cause me to be scatter brained but also because Ridley puts EVERYTHING in his mouth. So, I decided that the Kindle would be my safest bet to attempt reading when he calms down and I cannot find the damn thing. *sad face* It has to be in this house somewhere though.

School starts tomorrow. I’m excited for this semester as I do not have any classes that I am dreading. In fact, I’m very much looking forward to one of them. Now the trick is to juggle my time to get things done. My last semester I only had Samus, and she just slept in my bed while I did work. Now I have a rambunctious ‘toddler’ to manage too. With all of this going on, don’t be too surprised if I’m scarce for a bit. I have to become an excellent time manager and I don’t know what that looks like yet.

I realize both of these pictures make him look calm and manageable but let me tell you, a lot of raising Hell goes on before he chills out for these serene pics.

Speaking of, he’s had his after-dinner nap and it’s time to see if we can get some snuggling in tonight.

How was your August? What was the best part?

My Hilarious, Heroic, Human Dog: 101 Tales of Canine Companionship – Book Review

Published Date: September 7, 2021

Pages: 368

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

My aunt purchased this book for me as a birthday present just two short months following the death of my beloved dog, Ozzy. My husband wisely said that I should probably wait a little while before I attempted to read this. So, I waited until around June/July before I took it to work as a lunch book.

It was the perfect lunch book in the fact that, the essays are only a couple of pages long. You could gobble 4-5 essays easily while taking a break.

Some stories are fun and quirky. Others bring a tear to your eye and get you all choked up when you’re supposed to go back out and deal with the public shortly. All of them remind you about why dogs are so awesome.

I would definitely recommend this one to dog lovers.

March 2022 Update

*waves*

I’m still here. Being a semi-functional human being. March was rather BLAH. March BLAHNESS.

Samus is getting used to the only dog life. She misses her brother. How can I tell? When we’re not home, sometimes she sniffs his collar that is hanging within her range and then wanders around, lost. (We have a pet camera that we bought just before Ozzy passed.) Other than those brief periods, she is much enjoying the frequent walks, car rides even if it’s just up to the store and now, she has her own personal luggage for travel! Look at her! So proud to show it off. She’s ready to pack up and head out on some adventures!

Yes, in our grief, we’ve been spending a lot of money on her to make ourselves feel better lol. But seriously, why didn’t I know dog luggage was a thing sooner? Previously, I was jamming as much dog stuff as possible into recyclable bags that liked to tip over and dump its contents on the regular.

Work still leaves much to be desired. I think I’ve just lost all heart for the profession.

Reading was very slow, but I did finish the following;

In early March, I finally finished my reread with Moth of Goblet of Fire. Loved it.

The conclusion to the Fever series. It was a pretty solid ending, but it lacked the usual passion between characters that this series is known for. However, the author suffered serious brain damage in the past couple of years, so I am not holding this against her as it sounds like it was a miracle that an end was written at all.

8 years after I read the first book in this trilogy, I finally got around to the second. (Thanks library!) Somehow, I still remembered a good deal of the characters and the plot. That probably speaks fairly well of the author. I wasn’t in the mood to review it, but I really enjoyed myself.

Currently reading:

I’m impressed with myself, jumping directly into the next book in the series. No 8 year gap this time! Should I feel up to it, I’ll probably do an overall review of the series when I’m finished with this one.

April – I turn 35 and get to go to California. Another year older, another year bolder!

Do you have anything exciting planned for April?

Goodbye, Sweet Boy

Just shy of 2 weeks ago, we had to make the decision to let our sweet boy, Ozzy, go. My heart is broken. This is the reason that I have not posted in almost a month. What we thought to be a pulled muscle from a fall while we were at work, turned out to also be a probable internal tumor that was leaking blood inside.

But I am not here today to focus on what went wrong, as much as I am here to convey a weak attempt at all that he meant to us. He was 13 years old. If you have followed me for a while, you’ll know that he had emergency surgery to save his life 5 months ago. We regret nothing about paying the money to do that because we got 5 more months of him being the happiest boy and making more memories with him. So much snuggling, a few more adventures and lots more pizza crusts.

We adopted Ozzy from the Flint animal shelter when he was 10 weeks old. He has been the joy of our lives ever since.

He was a once in a lifetime dog. He was a ride or die. We read SO many books together over the years. He was down to snuggle or adventure. He traveled like he was born to do it. Every stranger was just someone who didn’t know they loved him yet. (And they ALWAYS loved him once they took the time to meet him.) He was the most empathetic creature I’ve ever met. Sad? He’s got you. Angry? He knows it and gives you your space. Tired? Cuddle time. Excited? Let’s bounce around the house together.

I reread what I’ve wrote and all I can think is, this doesn’t do him justice. He was that amazing. I would look at him and my heart would swell so much that I had to rush over and kiss his forehead and squish his cheeks.

Our lives will always be emptier without him. At the same time, we were so damn lucky that he chose us, and we got to be his parents. We went through so much together in 13 years and created so many wonderful memories that we’re lucky to have.

His sister misses him.

His dad misses him.

I miss him.

I think we all will for every day that we have left on this planet.

Goodbye, sweet boy. We will remember you and miss you and love you. Always.

Coffee & a Chat – Snowpocalypse 2022

It wasn’t quite the snowpocalypse that everyone was making it out to be. At least for us but, it is the most snow we’ve seen in a long time in our area. We got about 8″-10″, probably closer to 10. (I’m bad at estimating and I never watch the local news.) There was plenty of shoveling but we didn’t have to actually leave our property for two days, which was awesome. We watched the snow fall, made chili, played video games and snuggled up with the fur babies in blankets.

Luckily, we never lost power. I prepped like a crazy woman in case we did but we didn’t. Years of growing up in Northern Michigan makes prepping feel like an essential. During Y2K, (I was 13) my dad wasn’t worried about it, but he let me prep to feel better. I filled our root cellar with water, canned food, dog food and make sure the dog was inside when midnight hit. Obviously, nothing happened but I felt better being ready for it.

Apparently, 22 years later, that still makes me feel better.

Instead of getting in a TON of reading, I became absorbed in Pokemon Shield. I am having a great time and my Dreadnaw can kick almost anyone’s ass.

This isn’t actually my character but they look alike.

When I do get a little reading in, I am still working on Goblet of Fire. It’s slow going but I am enjoying it when I do read.

The snowstorm and subsequent roads have made it a quiet return to work, which is a nice change of pace. I still don’t like being a pharmacy tech anymore.

School on the flipside, has been very enjoyable for a change. I’m doing great in Strategic Business Management (easy when you’ve helped run a small business for 10 years) and I have been working hard in Intro to Probability and Statistics. Despite being a math class, I am having fun learning it.

What is making you happy these days??

Coffee & a Chat – Cystotomy

Whew. It’s been a week.

The weekend before this past one, Ozzy began acting funny. Crying constantly, needing to go outside constantly, dribbling pee but not much coming out. He was so uncomfortable. I know this because this is the most stoic dog I’ve ever met and he never whines about anything except boredom. We stayed up almost that entire Saturday night. I think we may have got about 3 hours of sleep collectively.

Sunday morning, I took him to the emergency vet. They took him back (you’re not allowed to go in still) and proceeded to keep him for 4 hours and did nothing for him. I know they have to triage critical cases, however, how do you determine who is critical when you do not even examine them for hours? I had to make the decision that if he was going to die due to lack of medical care, that he might as well do it at home where he is comfortable. They handed him back wordlessly to me, he was dribbling pee everywhere and went back inside. No apologies.

Thankfully, he made it through the night and his regular vet got him in immediately the next day. After examining him, she was furious at the ER vet. He had a urinary blockage and his bladder was distended 4-5 times its normal size. It took her 30 seconds to palpitate his bladder and find the problem. A x-ray revealed a bladder full of stones and one was blocking his urethra. He went into emergency surgery and she saved his life.

He is almost 13 but we were not ready to let him go over something so stupid as bladder/kidney stones (still waiting on the labs results). He is that once in a lifetime dog. One night without him practically crushed us because we got a taste of life without him.

We’re just over a week into recovery now and he’s finally feeling a little spunky again. He gets to go to work with me this week so I can keep him from jumping and licking his incision. He’s enjoying all the attention and treats.

He gets his staples and stitches out this Thursday and then we head up north for bow hunting season this weekend. We’ll hang out at my dad’s, continuing his recovery while the boys go hunt things. I have so much schoolwork to catch up on, I’ll be hitting cafes while he sleeps since my dad doesn’t have internet.

Look at that cute face. LOOK AT IT.

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.

26866022_325474624627390_3700986105080840192_n
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.

26870150_2076179435950490_7578215699231801344_n
Snowed in.

27879571_215230869045960_1559932031712886784_n
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.

26373423_875980152581061_1211477864654831616_n
Brisk morning romp in the yard.

26869658_188795825042704_2648196505940262912_n
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.

snugglepups12-3-17

A Swollen Foot & 80’s Music

In true C&M fashion, I hurt myself the day before our house warming party. In an even more thorough C&M fashion, on the day of the party, I dropped a 22 pound bag of ice on it. Not to slow me down though, at least not until after about an hour of dancing to 80’s music at the end of the night. All at the encouragement of my boss and his girlfriend of course, because no one I know parties harder.

Other than that bit of foot misfortune, the party was a success and we received some really sweet house warming presents. Everyone seemed to have a genuinely good time.

Ozzy and Samus were the life about half the party. Some people who didn’t have dogs made up for it by playing mass amounts of ball and paying attention to them in general. It makes for a nice quiet day today, although Ozzy played way too hard for his weak back legs and will have a few days recovery.

A rainy day following the party has been the perfect excuse to nap and watch movies like Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Robin Hood: Men in Tights.

Now to just lazily kill time until Game of Thrones.

dayafterhousewarming8-6-17