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Hm, so I apparently am in a postin' mood today! But, I have a good reason for this one, the third post today...
I was reading a blog, I cannot remember where, I read too many blogs, the other day and in this post the writer said something about she thought it was strange when people talk to dogs/cats/animals. Seriously? If it's strange to talk to animals then I must be way cracked-up crazy. So, my question, do you talk to animals? Any animals, anyone's animals, etc.? I want to know!
For as long as I can remember I have talked to animals...and no they do not talk back, unless I've had way too much to drink. I remember talking to our dachshund, Holly, when I was little, I even talk to animals I don't know. And not usually just a "hi", but I carry on convos with them, ie "hey puppy, how are you?", "hello, are you a nice doggy...can I pet you?", "hi, what's your name?", etc.
Case in point, on our honeymoon, over 8 years ago btw, we went to Cancun. We went to this great place with animals and even within' our little all inclusive place there were animals there too. I saw a gorgeous parrot and I went up to it and said "hello" in that annoying bird voice, I know you know what I mean. Anywho, this bird spoke back...and it just cracked me up and you can tell it made an impression since I remember it so long after...this very pretty mulitcolored bird clearly and loudly said "HOLA" back. OMG, I snorted I was laughing so hard. I guess I forgot that I was in Mexico and they don't speak English there...why would the birds?
And finally with our Hopie-shmopie, she ran down the stairs and just looked at me sitting on the couch, laptop on lap, men's gymnastics on the tube. So, I promptly peered around my laptop and said "hello Hopie-shmopie, whatchoo doin', huh?" She cocked her head at me and sighed I swear it. I think she would if she could say back to me "bitch, I can't carry on a convo, so shut the hell up". After her heavy sigh, she pranced off to get some water then immediately started lickin' her hoo-hoo. Really, if that's all she's about, it wouldn't be so dammed bad.
Although almost every day at Six Apart is Take Your Dog to Work Day, Friday was extra special because it was the official Take Your Dog to Work Day! Plus, as lovers of blogs and animals, we think it's great that active blogger and Human Society's President and CEO, Wayne Pacelle, thinks having dogs around the office is a good reminder of "who we're working for."
We realize some people have it ruff and aren't lucky enough to be able to bring their dog to work, but hopefully these pictures taken at Six Apart last Friday will get your tails wagging... And let me tell you, it's harder than it looks to get all the doggies and their fetching owners in one picture.
Ugh. This goes down as one of the grossest things I have ever experienced. And I have given birth 3 times ( c-sections included) and cleaned up my fair share of vomit and other such bodily fluids. I know, you envy the glamour in my life. But wait - this story tops all.
It is worse than the time I went camping with my husband, then fiance, and awoke with a huge slimy slug on my face. Oh yes, that is mere comedy in comparison to tonight's grossology, which still has my stomach flipping about.
Tonight's story stars my Jack Russell Terrier who thought she hit the jackpot when she nosed around the garbage and found a hunk of leftover salmon wrapped in foil. Before we could get to her, she did that quick head bob that dogs do as they are wolfing something down. I don't even know if she tasted it, she swallowed it so fast.
Cut to a half hour later, when my 6 and 4 year old announced that there was something upstairs in the playroom that probably wasn't going to make me too happy.
As I climbed the stairs I thought I'd see some marker on the wall or toys scattered everywhere as if a bomb went off. You know, the usual. Instead I saw a mini mountain of doggy vomit...definitely slimy and full of salmon. Gross. But I cleaned it up.
No sooner did I dispose of that mess and apply the carpet cleaner, when my 6 year old discovered another slimy pile on our couch. Lovely. So I cleaned that up too. This pile seemed slimier than the last. YUCK.
Dear Reader, if you are still with me, you must have guts of steel. So I know you can handle this last part. If you are feeling queasy, I would not blame you for turning back and heading off to visit the Cuteologist Group here on Vox.
The third, and hopefully last pile of doggy vomit I discovered, was on our oversized chair in our office. It was indeed the slimiest of all. My poor lil' doggy. By now, my stomach was seriously starting to turn. Luckily, we have a slipcover on that chair, so I new I would be using the "sanitize" option on our washing machine tonight.
It was really hard to wipe off, it was that slimy. Then I saw something that was like a chunk of slime. I couldn't help myself...curiosity got the better of me. I took a closer look and discovered it was a SLUG!!!! Totally intact...it must have been swallowed down in one gulp, just like the salmon. Well, come to think of it, slugs are probably pretty difficult to chew. Ew.
Is that not the grossest thing ever?!!!! My stomach is still rocking. I can't imagine how my poor dog feels...hopefully better.
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oh, there is no best, just a bunch of cute.
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Since reading about my friend ♥Voxy Lady M♥ getting her new furbaby, I got a bit curious about the care of small dogs. Of course, I turned to my search engines and blogs to find the information that I was looking for. I started out with the Boston Terriers Dog Guide Article which has a lot of information about the breed. It is amazing how different breeds can be. Yes, the are all dogs, but it seems that some dogs require much more care than others. For instance, I was reading that terrier care includes them never being able to stick their heads out of a window in the car. I would have never even guessed, seeing as how most of the dogs on television have their heads bobbing around outside the window all the time. Thanks to television, I could have really hurt a Boston Terrier. I am glad that I read these articles. It might have just saved a terrier's life. Take a read through the articles. You might find something surprising, too.
It's been a slow news week here on Team Vox, with the mid-week holiday and all, so I figured it's a good time to check in on what the office dogs are up to.
Maddy and Mocha are stylin' with their brand new haircuts.
Ellie and Pista have been enjoying the great outdoors.
And Rudy's having a better time than all of us combined.
These guys need to get back to work.
- Krissy
First of all I need to give the credit for this blog (or therapy session) to one of the friends in my neighborhood, One Feisty Mama (sorry I'm so ancient that I can't at this time figure out how to link her!). I read one of her recent blogs called "sleep" and it brought back a lot of memories and emotions that I realised I wasn't quite done dealing with. She addresses the guilt that I felt for wanting so much more than to just be a mother. I've been a mother since I was 17 and by the time I was in my late 20's, I'd decided that I was tired of it and although I wouldn't have traded my 2 daughters for anything (but in a way I did), I wanted to see the world and do something that wasn't "kid" related.
Is There Life Out There? By: Reeba McEntire
She married when she was 20.
She thought she was ready,
Now, she's not so sure.
She thought she'd done some living,
But now she's just wondering
What she's living for.
Now she's feeling like there's something more....
Is there life out there?
So much she hasn't done...
Is there life beyond
Her family and her home?
She's done what she should,
Should she do what she dares?
She doesn't want to leave,
She's just wondering,
Is there life out there?
She's always lived for tomorrow.
She's never learned how
To live for today.
She's dying to try something foolish,
Do something crazy,
Or just get away.
Something for herself for a change...
There's a place in the world that she's never been,
Where life is fair and time is a friend.
Would she do it the same as she did back then?
She looks out the window and wonders again...
Is there life out there?
Here's my story and a brief background... I got pregnant with Amber during my senior year in high school. I was a virgin when I got pregnant but I wasn't in love with her father so I decided to NOT marry him. I thought I'd be able to fall in love and give her a "real" family one day. I struggled to raise and support her,and with the help of my mom and to some extent, my step-mom, I did a pretty good job. I felt like it was important to show her that she wasn't a "welfare" child so I worked a whole lot of hours and I went to school to better myself so I could hopefully have such a good career one day that I'd be able to shorten my hours and eventually spend some time with her. That didn't happen soon enough for me so I started to think that maybe the answer was to "make" myself fall in love with the first "nice" guy that I dated. I thought I'd found a "nice" guy and I gave no thought to the fact that we had NOTHING in common and I wasn't attracted to him at all. I thought I could learn to love him so I proceeded to let him fall in love with me and I agreed to marry him, lied to him and said I'd never loved anyone more (a fact that I've only recently apologised for). I had a fairy tale wedding and my husband presented Amber with a ring, committing himself to be the best father he could be. It didn't take but a few years for me to become so completely disgusted by him (only some of this was his fault) and off I went! I didn't give a whole lot of thought to how Amber must of felt. After all, I was really the only thing she needed. She wasn't all THAT attached to my husband (and thankfully this really WAS true). I divorced him 2 years after we'd married.
Immediately I met the most WONDERFUL man. Amber hated him at first because she didn't like to share her attention and I was teaching her how to distrust men. It took a while but Mike became the most important person in Amber's life (besides me). In fact, I was a little jealous of their relationship. They were best friends and always together. By this time, Mike and I were living together in a home that I previously bought before meeting him. We'd decided that although he wanted to marry me, I wasn't ready to EVER make that committment again and we would live together. Mike quit his job to be a stay at home dad because I made so much more money than he did, it just wasn't feasablle for me to quit. He tried to make our lives perfect. He was the maid and nanny. He was also my best friend. During the course of all of this, I attempted to make Amber's real father step up to the plate and contribute to her financially because I had never denied him visitation. He just didn't feel like he should have to pay any support. His solution to this was to never see Amber again in exchange for lowering his support to $100 a month. He sold her for $80 a month, is the way I looked at it. Amber was 6 by then and already very attached to her biological father and her half brother. Mike felt so terrible for Amber that he decided nobody would ever hurt her again and HE was her father now. He even considered adopting her but biological dad said no (even though he would never see her again). It would have been a huge court battle and I simply couldn't afford it.
I wasn't supposed to ever get pregnant or have another baby (according to doctors) but I got pregnant in 1992 and no matter what ANYONE said, I knew I would be able to keep my baby. I agreed to marry Mike because I loved him and also knew he was perfect family material for Amber and his new baby. It just seemed like the logical next step. My family was thrilled and everyone loved him. In 1993, I had, by the grace of God, the most beautiful little baby girl (Danielle). I'm not sure what happened after she was born but although I had EVERYTHING I had ever wanted, I just wasn't satisfied. Mike stepped up, got an awsome paying job (a job that almost ruined his health) just so I could be a stay at home mom. For the first time in my life, I didn't have to work. BUT I really didn't know how to stay at home with my kids. I was very unsatisfied.
I started showing dogs a little before Danielle was born but after she was here, the dogs became my life. The people I was involved with also became my life. I was NEVER home, it seemed. When I was home, Amber, Mike and I were washing and grooming dogs for the next show. I became so good at what I did that it almost became an addiction. I LOVED the magical feeling of being #1 and winning. Even when I lost, I knew I'd win the next show. I was so driven. Mike increased his hours at work because he wanted me to be able to show these dogs and become a great breeder and have good kennels. He knew this was important to me. I remember times when I'd drag my 9 year old (that was actually all the time) and my tiny infant to the shows, out of state. I mixed formula for Danielle at expensive hotels that I'd pay for only to take a shower and feed her. There really wasn't a lot of sleeping, for me or my kids. My Mom watched Danielle most of the time though. Mike had to work. I needed a brand new conversion van and new crates and new grooming gear and new clothes etc... so he had to work triple shifts and I really didn't mind. My time was filled with the dogs, show people, training at the humanes society, on the phone, doing paper work. My hobby became a business and took up more time than a full time job. Needless to say, Mike and I slipped apart and I thought it was because I didn't love him any more. I was so selfish and so all about ME! He didn't run with my crowd and didn't like dog show people. I guess I needed to let him go. We separated after 6 years of being together and divorced a few years later. I stupidly THOUGHT I could do this all without him. I cared that Amber was hurting so BADLY without Mike but just not enough to stay with him. I completely tore Mike and Amber's lives apart. Danielle was only 3 so I knew she'd get over it. As fate would have it, I wasn't able to continue showing dogs. I had to make the choice between my children and my "super-star" pitiful dog life but I couldn't have both. I chose my kids but it hurt me. It wasn't long before I'd realised what I'd done to my family and everything came crashing down. By the time I really understood what I'd done, Mike had turned to heavy drugs, dealing and gambling. He didn't want much to do with his kids and he wasn't EVER going to take ME back (besides, I was already pregnant with someone elses child). We've remained close friends and he's living a clean happy life now, without me and better for it! I'll never get over the guilt I feel about those times. I really messed up. I don't know how Amber ever got through these years but she did and she still loves me and forgives me (although I truly don't deserve it). In fact, I'm surprised that I actually came out on the other side of the mess I created. God is good and that's all I can say.
Now, I said all of that to say this...I guess there's a happy medium for stay at home mothers. I'm sure people generally don't get wrapped up in themselves like I did. I really still think it's important for newer mothers to have an outlet or hobby other than their kids. I think a little bit of time away from the children makes you a better mother. You can do your parenting job with a clear head and maybe do it a little more energised than you would have had you stayed 24/7 with the kids. I know you're not required to give up yourself 100% just because you're a mom now. I just wish I could have found that balance and been happy with it.
I found this site called Pikipimp.com via photojojo.com
Check it out and pimp yourself in the Christmas spirit.
Look at Bo'!
who says male chihuahuas don't look cute in pink? Pshaaaahhh???!!!
(You can find more pics of him like this in my photos section if you want to see more) *grin*
Hubby forwarded this email to me this morning. It made me giggle. I thought I'd share it with you guys too and I hope it makes you smile as well! =)
PET RULES
To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3 Are easier to train
4. Normally come when called
5. Never ask to drive the car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't want to wear your clothes
10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
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