Friday, February 26, 2010

terribly early in the morning

Oh, I’m Going to Miss the Olympics

It’s been a fun couple of weeks…on television at least.  There’s nothing Leigh-Ann and I enjoy more than a couple of weeks of Olympic viewing, day and night.  The last Olympics didn’t involve such drama away from our television, but it’s been a nice mental break to concentrate on the events.  I remember when we first met, we spent two weeks at our friends’ place watching the Nagano Olympics, rarely leaving to even get food.  It’s funny how so much has changed, but yet in some cases, nothing has changed.  We can still spend 24/7 watching the Olympics and never get bored, even when watching events that we’d never watch at any other time of the year.  Yeah, I’m talking to you, Nordic-Combined and Biathalon.

I miss blogging, but I’m not sure what to talk about.  I’ll try to think of some good news.  Wait, I know - Mack, the German Shepherd that we rescued, will now let me leave the bedroom without jumping over the baby gate to follow me wherever I go.  Man, this dog has the worst separation anxiety of any dog I’ve ever met.  We adopted him to keep Dante company after Eli died in June, but unfortunately, Mack won’t spend any time with Dante, unless we’re standing there with him.  So, poor Dante is still lonely and now we have a German Shepherd added to the already beast-full master bedroom.  He’s basically a really good dog, but he must’ve had a really lousy life before he ended up at the shelter.  I hope that someday soon he’ll be able to hang out with Dante for a few hours at a time.  Dante needs a big dog pal.

Here’s a picture of Mack, sitting in (15lb) Cricket’s bed.  He loves to “try” to curl up in Cricket’s bed.  He’ll eye it from across the room, and then he’ll literally run right over to it and start spinning his big body to get as tiny as he can, but he always ends up spilling over the sides.  It’s really adorable though.  If we had extra cash, we’d buy him a big bed with sides, but for now, he’ll have to settle for the two big Orvis beds that are in the bedroom.  Poor dog, suffering like that. LOL

Saturday, July 18, 2009

terribly early in the morning

When I grow up, I want to be just like this lady…

I would love to have a job that meant I was rescuing animals for a living.  Imagine how nice it would be to let your cat roam around outside safely, where there weren’t any cars or predators, or even filthy driveways to roll around on.  We can’t, with a good conscience, allow any of our cats outside because of how close we live to a large & busy street.  We know that when the cats are scared, they are afraid of not only scary people/things, but us, too.  They actually run away from us.  So, we’ve had to take out the doggie door, since the cats had started thinking it was a kitty door, too.  Maybe, someday, we could add some ginormous cat fencing around our outside walls, so the cats could go laze in the sun, instead of lazing on the stove, right after it was used.  They have an amazing tolerance for heat.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

evening

Happiness is…

a cross-eyed kitten.

 

Friday, July 03, 2009

early morning

Kittens, the first meeting…

with the crappy camera on the phone.

This is when we first met them at the vet’s office and they all climbed into my lap, one by one, and fell asleep.

Friday, June 19, 2009

terribly early in the morning

Ugh, Fibro Crash

I knew that I was due to crash (although I was hoping I wouldn’t) after a couple weeks of steady appointments and driving all over the city, and then Coffee Fest…where we only spent maybe two hours.  I thought things were going kind of badly when we got home on Sunday, but then we still had to get Kevin/Cody to the airport on Monday.  And then, when we had to have Eli put to sleep on Tuesday…that really capped it all off.  I’ve pretty much slept almost straight through since then, waking up only to feed the dogs and get the dogs out.  I had two appointments yesterday that I had to bail on, because I just couldn’t fathom being able to get out of bed, shower, and drive to both appointments.  My body just said “no”, and my head had no choice in the matter.  I’d been feeling kind of decent, for me lately, the past couple of weeks, so I’d hoped it would continue.  It did not.  I can’t even blame it just on the stress of losing Eli, although that was really, really awful…and still is.  (I wish Dante understood English, so we could tell him what happened to Eli - he seems so sad and confused) It was just too much, too close together, and too much driving - all in all, just too much.  If we get kicked out of our house, I hope I’m able to get up out of bed.