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Thursday, July 29, 2021


 This is the hard part.  

The watching as she falls in her own bowel movements.  The watching as she staggers around, trying to find her way.  The watching her fall over and over again and when her little legs give out on her.  Watching and waiting.  

Last night I made my bed on the floor, hoping she'd snuggle up to my feet like she does in bed.  But she's a creature of habit, and once I closed the door to the bedroom, where she typically climbs the ramp to join us in bed,  her routine had been interrupted, and she refused to lay at my feet.  I couldn't leave the door opened for her to climb the ramp to bed, she barely makes it, then she falls going down.

She slept sweetly though, through the night.  Up and down a number of times, and outside to potty, and then fall, not able to get back up.  I did not sleep, hardly at all.  

This is the hard part.  Waiting, while she spends the day at the vet's office.  Waiting for him to examine her in between his scheduled surgeries, to evaluate, how shall we move forward from here?

Is her time with us to end now?  Will we continue to fight to keep her comfortable?  I pray for discernment, as I wait for the vet's call.  I will likely go with his professional opinion - what now?    

This is not a very good post, but I just wanted to write something.

This is the hard part.

This morning, on our way to the vet

Saturday, July 24, 2021

A Day in The Life of a Senior Dog Mom

At 10 PM I begin the night shift.  This job requires, and/or is not limited to:  letting the dog out, bringing the dog in, watching that the dog is safe and does not wander into a corner and become lost, taking the dog out, bringing the dog back inside, moving my legs out of the way so the dog can sleep there when she wants to, cleaning up poop (in case I'm not pawed awake and she has no choice), cleaning up pee (same), taking the dog out, bringing the dog in, searching for the dog in the middle of the night to make sure I did not leave her out and fall asleep (haven't yet), making sure she does not fall off the bed, googling her issue of the day while trying to stay awake until I hear her bark to come back inside, cleaning up vomit, taking the dog out, bringing the dog in, etc. etc. etc. 

At 9:00 AM.  After coffee, God-time, and breakfast, I finish up my shift.  Kinda.  It takes 3 to 4 bags, and around the pool, I go looking for her night-time poops.  I examine them to make sure they are healthy-looking.  Then I dispose of them.  If worms are found, It's off to the vet we go for medications.  If her stool is funky-looking, I purpose to clean up her diet. 

Monday through Friday, 9 AM to 5PM, my job is not finished.  I need to monitor the dog.  If her eyes look weird and her head is tilted, it's time for another vet visit.  Note:  AC in the car does not stay cold after sitting for 2 1/2 hours in the hot sun.  (Covid restricts us from going inside)  So we wait.  Outside.  In the heat of the day.  When the AC wanes, it is my job to get the dog out of the car and take her to the nearby shade of a tree and don't forget the water.  Not for me, for her.  She needs to stay hydrated.  It's my job.  Oh, and I mustn't forget my debit card.  This one will be a whopper of an invoice.  It was.

Update:  After injections for some type of inner ear thing again, Gracie is doing much better.  She's hearing and seeing better, and her weird eyes look normal now.  She still needs her multiple outside visits from dusk till dawn, but, at least she can somewhat see me waving the flashlight for her to come in the right door.  

Today is a good day for her.  We never know though, what tomorrow may bring.  


Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Rambling On...

Many ask, how are you enjoying retirement?  I am!  I loved my job, and especially when I ran my own business, but being retired is even better.  When I'm not busy shadowing Gracie and trying to make her comfortable in her old age, or doing other random things, I find the time to write.  I love to write, and I really miss blogging.  I have another blog going, but it's not a personal blog like this one.  I've even created another Facebook page using my maiden name, which I am keeping public while my other is private.  It's really weird.  I've hoped to discontinue my personal Facebook page and my personal (this) blog eventually.  But.  I just can't seem to bring myself to do it.  It's like,  you are my friends.   We've shared so many years.     

I've been coming back here, doing a little reading and a little blogging.  And it brings back a really great time in my life when I started connecting with you all.  I'd love to read about happenings in everyone's life.  I laughed and cried with you.  Some friends here have sadly, disappeared.   Some from dying, some just vanish.  It's the ones who vanished that I mourn the most.  I wonder, are they okay?  Where has life taken them?  Life is tough, are they doing alright?


I know I'm rambling.  These past several years have separated so many friends and family through politics and social media, and that is sad.   It's okay to think differently or believe differently.  After all, we're not robots,  right?  

God is love.  He commanded us to love one another.  Love is an action.  Everyone should just do it.  Be kind.  

Thursday, July 1, 2021



My mom loved holidays.  She loved the food, the family get-togethers, the time with her kids, grandkids and grand-dogs.

 I can still hear her laughter.  Her complimenting the potato salad and asking for a piece of cake.  I can see her smile.

But with life comes the sting of death as well, and the 4th of July fireworks that were heard from her hospital room on the night she left this world will always echo in my mind and will be a reminder to me that our lives are simply a dash in time.

Our birth -  Our death.

Hidden beneath that tiny dash is the gift of life that God gave to us.  We can use that dash complaining and whining about our lives and the state of things or we can see every day as a new opportunity to move forward in a positive way.

Life can be tough.

 I think if we take "life" too seriously we can easily become depressed and withdrawn.  Yet...  If we don't take "life" seriously enough we can become stagnant in our growth as human beings.

Somewhere there's a happy medium.

Mom was fun.  She always had a smile and to my knowledge she didn't pay too much mind to current events or the state of the world.  She loved everyone and treated everyone equally.  She loved God and she loved Jesus.  What I admired most about her was that she would never say or do anything to hurt another person, not intentionally anyway.

I'm thinking it has been twenty-one years now.

I believe that when someone you love dies, a piece of your heart goes with them.

Tonight as I hear the sound of booms and bangs from the 4th of July fireworks in a distance,  I will be swept back in time...  standing in that quiet, hopeless hospital room, holding her hand and thinking about a hot summer's picnic beneath the willow tree in our yard as she asks me to pass the potato salad, please.

Tuesday, June 22, 2021


Because yesterday was the first day of summer, I thought I'd share with you our Summer without end.  It's hard to believe this girl is nine years old already.  She is friendly and kind, loves chocolate, karate, doing handstands, and does not have a mean bone in her body.  Except towards her sister, at times.  Then she does.  Haha.  She will be ten in December.  

I hope everyone is enjoying their summer.

We are sticking close to home, mostly.  Gracie is very needy these days.  My sister will be here to care for her for a couple of days in August so we can enjoy a few days and nights at the beach.

We are making the most of our time with our old girl.  A vet visit a couple weeks ago about put us in the poor house with tests for her but results were good. An Xray showed her heart to be in good shape and blood work all came back good.  

She has some dementia and trouble seeing and hearing.  But we work with her.

During our walk, my daughter taking a pic of her daughter, Summer.

Thursday, June 17, 2021


At almost 17 years, cataracts and arthritis won't stop Gracie from her favorite sport.  She will find that wascally wabbit if it's the last thing she does!


Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Hello Out There...

 I thought I had this google/blogger thing figured out, but I guess not.  Here I am trying to comment on blogs and it says I'm signed out.  But when I sign in, it doesn't stay signed in and it won't let me comment. I'm trying to break away from all the things that cause me stress.  But this.  Ugh.  

Guess it's back to square one.  

Oh.  Hello everyone!!  

Friday, May 7, 2021


* My latest blog entry can be found HERE

Dear Diary.  


And absolutely appalled!  Gracie.

Thursday, April 8, 2021


 This is a hard blog entry to write. 

What do we know about angels and how they represent themselves in this crazy world of ours?  From my understanding, there are good and bad ones and they come in many different 'forms'.  Only God knows the truth about them and how He uses them in our lives.  

The year 2020 brought an angel into our lives in  MANDY BAXTER.  I believe this because her presence accomplished a whole lot of good, which included:

* God showed me the importance of praying before taking action.  It's why we should pray without ceasing.  I never felt a peace about taking Mandy to the animal shelter ....  hence the rescue a week later!  

* God gave my granddaughters joy, laughter, purpose, and love in so many ways during a trying time  ~2020 PANDEMIC~ (while schools were closed and life was uncertain) He brought an angel into their lives.

* God strengthened them by allowing them to have this angel for just a while.  They became stronger by having felt the sting of death and sadness from losing something they had grown to love dearly.   

Had we not taken Mandy to the shelter for that week after she had appeared in our yard, I'm pretty sure she would have never gotten sick.  

Note:  Always pray over a decision, ask God's direction, and never make a decision without feeling His peace.   

Mandy's 6-month presence here brought so much to light.  

Thank you, God, for Angel Mandy and for the many messages well received.  

I believe we will see our angel again, and we will know her and she will know us.  Rest peacefully, sweet baby girl.


Thursday, April 1, 2021

24 Shots!! I Kid You Not!

 This happened last week.

Husband kept talking about a little bird that was frequenting our bird feeder.  I paid no mind to him, really.  He's always talking about the different varieties of birds that he sees outside our bedroom window feeding.  Still, every day I must hear about Itty-Bitty, the tiny bird that he had never seen there before. 

 I had just gotten out of the shower and was in the bedroom to get ready for my day and outside the bedroom window, sat perched quietly eating of the birdseed, was the little bird he'd been talking about!

It was really cute.  So, I gingerly picked up my phone to get a shot. 

 Got it!  

I drew in just a little closer for another shot.  Success!  

The closer I was able to get, the more excited I got.  

This little bird was adorable, and it was posing so nicely.  After (I kid you not!) 20 different shots, each one a little closer, I felt really intelligent when I recognized this bird as being a baby owl.  

24 shots in, and I was right on top of the thing and still, it posed!  

That's when Husband walked into the room and I gushed...  "I see the little bird you were talking about and I got tons of pictures!  It's almost posing for the camera, and I'm pretty sure it's a baby owl!" I'll bet he'd never gotten such good shots of Baby Owl!  "Look!  There it is!"  Baby Owl still sat, motionless.

He laughed.  

It wasn't meant for a practical joke or anything like that, he had put the fake bird there for decoration.  But!!!    The fact that it fooled me so impeccably gave him great satisfaction.  

There's no fool like an old fool.   

I can't think of a better day to share this story than today.  

Monday, March 8, 2021

Facebook Post

Sharing my Facebook post for today:

"Wait! That's my dog!" That is what I wanted to say to the girl who stood 6ft. in front of me, paid the groomer through the window, then claimed the dog that was brought out to her. She and "Gracie" quickly bounced to her SUV which was parked at the curb just yards away. "Gracie" was wearing a green bandana and she glanced back at me and smiled. I looked at the Strawberry Dog girl behind the glass, then I looked at the lady who was stealing my dog while she hurriedly hoisted my dog up into her vehicle. Meanwhile, Gary gets out of our car, ready to rumble, for he saw the dog thief as well, trying to make off with our dog. After a brief conversation with Gracie's kidnapper, we came to find out this was just Gracie's 8 yr. old doppelganger.
girl, you are looking good at 16 if an 8-year old can pass for you. Whew! We got our dog, by the way... they brought her out about 5 minutes later... and she smells good.



Wednesday, February 24, 2021


 Dear Diary,

Today I'm tired.  Was I tired yesterday, you ask?  You bet I was!  But today is special.  Because....

Wait for it....

I'm Re-Tired!!!





Tuesday, February 23, 2021

God and Dog

 The reason I chose to write an allegorical fiction Christian book (THE HOUSE) is this:

I know God.  I love God.  But I do not understand this love that I have for my dog.  After all, she's just a dog, right?  I prayed, God - what is the significance of this animal that has stolen my heart so completely? Why do I live my life loving her so and depending on her love to enhance each of my days?  She's just a dog!  

That's when God gave me THE HOUSE.   

Before, I hadn't a clue about how my love for my beast tied in with Biblical scripture, and God's love for me. 

If you love God and you love pets, you'll love THE HOUSE.

"She can't live without me....  BOL"

Monday, February 22, 2021

Not Buying It

 Each morning, Gracie looks forward to her walk to my office with me to get her morning fortune cookie.  It is a tradition I started a couple years back, and now she expects it.  Daddy has been sneaking her extra's throughout the day *gasp*  yea, I know, right? How can I know that this has been happening?  The paper fortune left behind on the floor gives it away.  

Gracie says, "Why do they put paper in cookies?  I don't get it!"

Meanwhile, Bug puts on his fake smile in order to confuse onlookers.  "Yea, I love winter and snow," says he.  

 I'm not buying it.

Tuesday, February 9, 2021


FUN FACT #1  Vanetta.  

33 years ago, while pregnant with Lindsey, I did weekend 'work' sitting with an elderly lady in Frostburg.  She was a lovely lady and I enjoyed going there early and getting her out of bed, helping her in and out of the bath, making her breakfast, and then sitting with her and chatting as we shared sections of the newspaper.  For Christmas, she gifted me with a silk gown to wear in the hospital when I had the baby.  About a week before Lindsey was born, I cried so hard I thought for sure it would send me into labor, as I visited Vanetta at the funeral home.  I would miss her terribly.

FUN FACT #2  It's a girl.

I already had 2 boys.  Of course, I wanted a girl.  We all wanted a girl.  So God gave us a girl.  Okay, so that's a fact you already are aware of ....  but still...  back then we did not have the convenience of knowing the sex of the baby before birth.

FUN FACT #3 Steak Dinner

The hospital provided a steak dinner for the lucky blessed parents.  I was puffy and exhausted, but that steak dinner was really good.  All in honor of our new baby.  I cannot begin to describe my joy.

FUN FACT #4 A Room in the Hall

Our little 2 bedroom house already had the boys in one bedroom and husband and me in the other.  So, we did what we had to do.  Baby's nursery was in a part of the hallway.  Note:  In order to embrace joy and contentment, do the best you can with what you have while working to improve.  A couple years later, Lindsey would have her own room.

FUN FACT #5 Happiness

They say that happiness comes and goes in ones life.  Well, when I brought this little bundle home with me, the happiness stayed for a very long time.  I did not have the means to buy nice outfits or costly bows.  But I had a girl!  And that meant girl bling!  So I cut some things up and wrote on some stuff and made me a little valentine.  Note:  Doing the best I could with what I had. I had very little.  But I had everything!

FUN FACT #6  A Friend

A girl in the house meant a friend for me.  She was then, she is now.

FUN FACT #7  Best Mom

My little bundle of joy grew up to be a far better mom than I ever was, and I am thankful for her!  


Monday, January 25, 2021

Senior Dog Woes

Today we did this *thing* for our senior dog, Gracie.

Sadly, a couple of months ago, she stopped sleeping on the bed with us. The bed hog has found that sleeping more independently is the way to go. My feelings are a little hurt. She will, however, storm the ramp and march over covers and body parts in the middle of the night in order to alarm us that we need to leave her outside to do *who knows what* a number of times during our slumber.

Since our bed is high and the fear of her falling off and injuring herself during her nighttime wake-up calls is real, we decided, while she was being groomed, it was time to remove our bed frame, lower the bed, and do some reconstruction on the ramp to make it shorter. Husband did most of the work. I watched. He was not in a good mood.

Her fall would be much less likely to injure her now, if she should fall.

It was our morning.

All clean!

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

A Conversation With The Dog

Gracie is getting old.  

As are you.  But wait.  No, I'm not.

Well then, why are you confused when I call you?  You look around like my voice is coming from the other direction.

That's my way of ignoring you.

And you bump into things when you walk...  because..... ???

You keep putting stuff in my way.

Okay then, why won't you sleep in the bed with us anymore?

Dad snores.

It didn't bother you before.

You snore too.

And you are up and down and in and out of the house all night.  You can't seem to rest well.

Duh.  There's some boy pee out there on the other side of the fence, and I can never get enough of the scent.

Whatever.  *clears throat* Back to my blog post.  She will be 17 in September.

A girl never likes to tell her age and there you go broadcasting it all over social media.  I am appalled.

Will you let me finish my post?

Sure.  Carry on.

So when she is no longer with me...  I will be closing this blog.

What!  Where do ya think I'll be going?  What about the memory I'll leave behind?  My legacy?  You are pushing my buttons today woman!

Gracie, go take your nap.

I believe I will.

Anyway.  I've started a new blog, one on Wix, that is affiliated with my author page, which I created since I am now retired and plan on writing for as long as the Lord will enable me to do so.  I'm working on it right now, but I will leave a link here before I leave completely - so those who wish to find me there will be able to find me.   All two of you.  LOL!!!!!!!!!!    

I will stay here for as long as Gracie stays with me.  I cannot imagine my life without her - but reality is that she is getting up there in years and showing signs...  I pray every day that she will never suffer...  and that we get many more years with her (healthy years) but we do not know what tomorrow brings.

Glad she's napping, or she'd have a lot of sass for my above statements.  Wait, do I see one eye opened...  

Monday, January 11, 2021

2020 Highlights

 RE: Was the story of the lost eBay package true, you ask?  Well... yea,  kinda sorta.  All except for the diary part.  The package is still MIA, so I'm sure I will be refunding the buyer eventually.  I have refunded a lot of buyers for this reason.  I'm shipping Fed Ex 2 Day now, and things are going much better.  

So 2020 turned out to be the year for permanently closing my office, hence the eBay selling of office inventory and such.  All About Hearing almost made it 10 years!!  

And now, I get to write!

 July 1 my first fiction book was published on Amazon!  I had so much fun creating the characters and writing THE HOUSE.  A kind and talented narrator agreed to produce the book on audio for a royalty share, and it has just been released to go live.  So if anyone would be interested in a FREE promo code for a FREE listen on audible in exchange for an honest review, comment with your email and I will get it to you.  

If you love GOD and DOGS, you just may be interested!  

Saturday, January 9, 2021

2020's Diary of an E-Bay Package

 I'm not one to want to sit around for long.  I like to go-go-go.  And, I like to know where I'm going and when I will arrive.  It's how I roll.

So, December was quite a troubling month for me.  

Destination:  Sorrento Florida

12.9.20  I'm in a dark place.  Wait.  It's a mailbox.  Cumberland, Maryland.  Looks like I be doin' some traveling this Christmas.  Can't wait to get there.   I'm wearing my Sunday best and riding USPS Priority Mail.   Woo Hoo!  Sunshine state, here I come!

12.10.20  Pick up.  On my way.

12.15.20  Whew!  That was a long ride, and with so many stops.  My place of deliverance:  USPS Facility in Baltimore, Maryland.  I'm being processed.  Guess I'm getting old, cause these trips are wearing on me.   

12.16.20  I am departing the Baltimore, Maryland facility.  On my way.... 

12.16.20  I'm now in Hyattsville, Md.  It's taking a lot longer to get there than I thought it would.  I was thinking 3 days max, but I guess traffic is heavy.

12.30.20  Someone must've slipped me a mickey.  Last I remember I was being processed in Hyattsville, Md.  I am now in Merrifield, Va.  and I'm being processed once again.  I feel violated.  

12.31.20  Another road trip.  This time I'm in a USPS Facility in District Heights, Md.  Confusion is setting in.  I'm road-weary.

12.31.30  Wait!  So I'm departing from the Merrifield Va facility again.  How'd that happen?  

12.31.20  I'm back in Hyattsville, Maryland.  Say what? Ain't no wonder I'm feeling lightheaded.  I'm going in circles.

1.7.21  I've been weeks on the road and I'm visiting the same places over and over again.  I am back at District Heights, Md. ...  Feels like Groundhog Day.  Or Twilight Zone.  Willoughby.  Next stop, Willoughby.

Almost a month on the road, with no end in sight....



 This is the hard part.   The watching as she falls in her own bowel movements.  The watching as she staggers around, trying to find her way...