Saturday, July 20, 2019

Samson's Belated Birthday Wish

Doesn't he have the best smile ever?

If you want to see my guy's blog (well, him and his mommy, Inger, and his sister, Faith) go HERE to visit them.  

Attention all female fur friends age 1 to 20:  



And besides, he says my ears are the best!!

Tuesday, July 9, 2019


The 4th of July is usually jam-packed with good food and good fun.  The 2019 holiday did not disappoint.

The grandkids seem to be growing with leaps and bounds.  Both the older ones will be in middle school this year.  Where have the years gone!

I especially loved watching Summer and Jasper interact with one another.  Summer is 7 and Jasper is 6.  They 'teamed-up' against the older kids and stuck together like glue.

I love how the cousins get along.  It always makes for fun get-togethers.

To make things easy-peasy we ordered from Chick-Fe-Le and it was wonderful!

To top it off I just so happened to have a pie in the freezer from Schwan and it was oh-so-delish!

We had other food like shrimp, macaroni and potato salad, chips, melon etc.  All the really awesome picnic foods.  It was a great day!

Gracie is healing nicely from her knee injury from over a month ago.  We've been walking her and letting her do pretty much what she wants to do and the exercise has been beneficial I believe.   But here is the problem:  She has grown accustomed to being babied and lifted onto furniture and into bed at night...  She didn't like it at first, but now she doesn't want to do it any other way.

Me:  Gracie, go up the ramp.

Gracie:  Forget about it woman, that ramp is too hard for me.  Remember -- my bum knee.

Me:  I think you can do it tho.  You are so much stronger now.

Gracie:  No way, Jose'

And so.... as the story goes....  it was the day we opened the pool and in her excited state to watch us out of the bedroom window...    I walked into the house to find her on the bed!  How did she get up there, you ask?  You tell me.  Or rather...  Gracie, YOU tell me!

Gracie:  I did not climb that ramp.  I have a bad knee, remember?

Me:  You had to get up there some way.

Gracie:  *Shrugs shoulders* I'm as baffled as you are.

Me:  I think you can do the ramp now.

Gracie:  No, I can't

Me:  Yes, I think you can.

And so starts the regimen of treats trailing up the ramp.   She was fearful and the first time she fell.  We gave it another week and then tried again.  Amazing!  She did it!  A couple more days of that.  But she refused to go up without treats.  Time for TOUGH LOVE.

Gracie:  Lift me into bed please *yawn* I'm tired.  Ready to turn in.

Me:  Go up the ramp

Gracie:  Lift me up

Me:  Up the ramp!

Gracie:  No can do

Me:  Gracie!  I know you can do it.

Gary and I both get in bed and leave her on the floor to think about her options.  Climb the ramp or jump up on the bed.  The latter would not happen, tho she gave it a shot.

A whine.

A whimper.


And then....  the pitter patter of little paws, up the ramp she goes.

Humiliation followed.  She'd been found out.

"Stop telling me congratulations!  So I made it up the ramp, so what?"

Monday, June 24, 2019


Cool theaters with heaps of junk food is where you want to be on hot summer days (when you're not in the pool of course).

If you have been to see Toy Story 4 you will understand the pictures of Forky.  If you haven't been...  well then, you will look at Forky and wonder...

The kids were delighted to participate in making their very own Forky.

I found this sign on the bathroom stall wall. Good ol' Dr. Seuss always knows the right things to say!

Jake shows off his Forky.

Marissa says, "Meet Forky".

Summer's Forky and Rissi's Forky seem to be getting along just fine.

We had to keep an eye on them.  They were looking for the trash.  *wink, wink*  Yea, you know what I'm talking about you Toy Story 4 people out there.

These grands are wild, crazy, amazing, and bums.  Yea, you heard me right.  They bummed all of my quarters off of me to get surprise toys in the above kid-magnet machines.  It was a fun day and a great way to kick off the start of summer.

Dear Diary,

Mom said, "Stop scratching your chin, stop biting your feet, stop licking the bed all night.  Gracie, you're bored!  You need a play date with Ellie!"  And so the annoying amazing Ellie came down to play and irritate me  smell my butt.  She peed and pooped in my yard and ate my food and drank my water and even tried to play with my toys.  Mom said, "maybe you need a walk, Gracie.  Maybe that's why you are bored." I was like - yea - I think you hit the nail on the head Mom!  And so we did the neighborhood walk.  Halfway through she's like, "Gracie you're tired."  And then she began pulling me down through the yard to go home.  I resisted and said, No...  the whole walk please!!  But she claimed to know best.  It was my limping that gave it away.  "Not ready yet," she said. Drag me, I said.  Just don't take me home yet.   So.  I got a half-a-walk and a visit with Thunderbolt Ellie and I didn't scratch or bite or lick quite as much last night.  I slept.  But today is a new day.  And ----  I'm bored.


Wednesday, June 5, 2019


I could make a long story short here, but I won't.  I wish for you to feel my pain understand what I've been going thru.

Several weeks ago it was a trip back to Dr. Fox for me with Otitis Media in the opposite ear as before.  I was one sick pup.  Mom and Dad are like...  what is causing this?  and Dr. Fox be like ...  how often are you bathing her?  And Dad and Mom are like...  could it be that she puts her head out the window when she is riding in the car?


The day my world changed.  

If I can't let my long furry ears flap in the wind as I'm smelling life passing by... there's no reason to live what's the sense in going anywhere?  Mom and Dad knew of my dilemma and so Mom got me a ear wrap AKA Happy Hoodie from something called Amazon.  Like in the rainforest?  I asked, but nah...  I don't think this torturous headpiece/ear protector came from the forest.  I think it was designed by a people who doesn't know dogs that well.  

I couldn't breath.  I was anxious and afraid.  I thought for sure this was it.  End of the line for me.  My last photo session would be that of a scared, miserable dying dog.

Luckily, it was a short trip just to try the thing out.  But by the time we made it home I was so anxious and afraid that I jumped out of the car twisting my knee! 

As I lay there on the road not able to move, Mom and Dad hovered over me looking very afraid.  Mom pulled the awful ear protector head band thingy from my head and I finally gained strength to limp off the road and into the house.

I would cry sometimes and Mom would cry too.  Next day it was back to see Dr. Fox.  He twisted me and turned me and pulled at my knee and then gave me a sharp pointy needle in the butt.  Twice.  

Maybe surgery, he said.  Or maybe I'd get better on my own. He gave me medicine that made me worse the first night.  Mom decided she'd just baby me and take me outside to enjoy nature and lift me when I needed lifted and see if time would heal.

I'm about 40% better, says Mom and Dad.  Dr. Fox says I'm pretty old for surgery and maybe we should wait-see.  Meanwhile Mom is lifting me into bed and onto the furniture and trying to make things as comfortable as possible. Dad has started doing a lot of the lifting because of Mom's back.  He's talking of taking me to camp again!  

Bunny Friend is taunting me outside.  Laughing at me and saying 'nah nah nah nah nah ya can't catch me'.  It's okay.  I pay him back by eating his poop later.

Mom hurt her back probably lifting me.  But she's getting a little better.  Dad helps a lot and he gives me belly and back rub therapy.

It's been a long spring.  And speaking of spring - Dr. Fox says to let me do what I feel like doing. a-hemmmm  ...  walking, playing, living life ...  

 So I'm getting a little spring to my step again.  I think Bunny Friend is rubbing off, cause I do more hopping than running.  

Mom said, this dog needs to go for her grooming appointment!  We've had to cancel too many times.  She stinks.  

Dr. Fox gave us the green light and so... yesterday was spa day.

 I did a big mushy poop in the yard after I came home from spa day at the Strawberry Dog, and then I sat in it yea, the MMP (Mushy Mound of Poop).  What's that all over your leg? Mom asks when I walk into the house...  and then she freaks out and chases me into the living room waving wet, soapy paper towels in the air.  After a good leg scrub she calmed down a bit.

Wish this picture had a scratch and sniff capability cause I smell wonderful..  Except for the right leg.  It'll pass.  But it lost something along the way...

Monday, May 27, 2019


As a child, every other Sunday, I accompanied my mom and pappy to a place called Sylvan Retreat. First we would stop at The 7-Day Market picking up a hoagie and an ice cold bottle of Tab for Mom and a Pepsi and pint of Sealtest chocolate ice cream for my mom's mother. Mom called her Mother. I called her my mom's mom. I was always excited to see Pappy and Mom's mom on those bi-weekly visits. First Dad would go to Midlothian to pick up Pappy and bring him to our house. Mom dreaded those Sundays when she'd feel obligated to drive to Cumberland to visit with her Mom and I remember her complaining a lot on that day. But she was faithful in her visits and I'm sure that meant a lot to my grandma AKA Mom's mom, even tho 'Gram' didn't quite understand what was going on around her.
We would sit in the car and visit. Mom and Pappy in the front seat and Mom's mom and me in the back. Excited, I could not wait to open the special gift that Mom's mom had for me, a bobby-pin and a piece of gum or maybe a simple piece of colored paper, folded snuggly inside a thick beige stocking and tied tightly with a piece of string.
Feelings of sadness yet intrigue oozed from my every pore as I watched the delicate, frail, gray haired woman spooning the creamy melting chocolate from the cardboard container and rambling on about nothing. She was a simple soul, carrying a lifetime of sorrow within her wrinkled exterior.
I'm not sure if her belly would be full or if she just liked saving the last of the ice cream for me, but to my delight, I would always be given her leftovers. Then Mom, Pappy and her would chat about nothing for a while and I would ask Mom if I could go for a walk.
My walk took me just down over the hill from our parked car and to a field where beyond the fence lived a herd of cows I referred to then as my friends. My imagination allowed for deep conversation with these black and white cows and I could tell by those trusting eyes staring back at me that these cows got me! "I'll be back in 2 weeks," I would say upon my departure... and they understood.
Our drive home was one of relief for Mom I'm sure, for she had put in her time and had done what was right putting aside her weariness of working full time and taking care of 7 kids.
Sacrifice is a showing of true love. It's easy to do something when you want to do it. But it can seem an imposition when it is something that pierces your daily routine and takes you from your comfort zone of peace.
Mom's sacrifice on those visits to her mentally ill mother back then taught me a lot. There was so much giving! Pappy would come armed with little black licorice sugar coated babies to hand out to us kids. Mom would give her mom ice cream and pepsi and even more importantly - her time! Mom's mom would give me a gift and then she'd save the last of her ice cream for me. Those cows gave me a friend and a listening ear. And now that I am an adult, my hope is that those role models from yesterday have impacted me to where I too, can be a role model for those around me.
Never underestimate the power of a moment.
For in that moment, you just may see God working in a life, or two or three.

Tuesday, May 21, 2019


I am moving over some posts from another blog that I started... so this might seem overkill for a while with the posts, but I am trying to simplify things for myself.  Ha!  Fat chance, right?


You have been gone for over twenty years now.  I still miss getting you a card on this special day.  I miss talking to you on the phone, taking you to dinner, and just hanging out with you.  You were such fun to be around and you had a good heart.  I will always remember you with love.

Monday, May 20, 2019

ReConnecting and Poor Gracie

It's been a week of re-connecting with old friends.  

Socks was Gracie's buddy from when she was a wee-one.  Heidi (socks mama) and I used to take Gracie and Socks for walks together.  I had lost touch with Heidi for about five years.  It was good to find her home, finally!  We had a nice time catching up.

And then there was dinner with some 'old' school pals... tho they (we) are anything but old!!  Quite the contrary.

Our memories may not be as sharp as they once were and just maybe a couple of us have an ache and pain or two or three.   But still...

We remain young at heart....

Mother's Day flowers from the kids remain just as fresh as they were a week ago.

And I am still enjoying their beauty.  Each time I walk through my house I'm like, "Wow, I can't believe how pretty these flowers have stayed".

Gracie has one very nasty ear infection and I am suspect that it is another case of otitis media.  Her hearing is about 75% impaired at this point, and so I will be loading her into the car shortly for another visit with Dr. Fox.

We don't laugh enough.  And so, I leave you with this:

Hope you all are having a great start to the week!

Monday, May 13, 2019

The Candlestick

Some complain about the rain we've been having...  but I'm seeing lots of lovelies as a result of that rain.

Fairer weather marks the start of busy times for our gang.  Lots of goings on...  Like this fun play we went to with some friends on Saturday.

It just so happened that Summer's karate instructor was playing the part of the candlestick so hugs were in order.

Beauty and The Beast was per Marissa's request.  And so it was.  And we had great seats, VIP tickets that got us up close and personal with the cast.

On Sunday my daughter gave me the gift that means the most - she attended church with us.
Then it was off to IHOP for some food and laughs.

Wordless Wednesday