So...I rode my horse today. No, really, this is a big deal since she has been a full-time yard ornament for the past few months. How great to just hop right on and have no fear or feel the need to have 911 pre-dialed on my cell phone.
So, we didn't do alot. She's fat. I'm fat. It was just one of those, let's get to know you again rides. (And, you could stand to lose a few LB's). We hacked around and worked on some walk work and a little trot work. Arena footing a bit off so we were taking it easy. Plus, she had half her hoof drilled out (kind of like a bad cavity) so I think she's a little tender footed on her left front. Anyway, it was so refreshing to be back on my pony. I only realize how much I need her in my life once I get back on her. I'm a whole new person (and almost two with my recently multiplying fat cells).
Anyway, it was nice to get back on...
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
How Do YOU Describe Friendship?
Well. I'll answer my own question. A friend in my opinion is someone who:
1) is there when you need them
2) would pick you up and drive you home no matter the time
3) will always tell you that you're right (unless you're disagreeing with them...)
4) will NEVER betray you
And that's all I have to say about that.
1) is there when you need them
2) would pick you up and drive you home no matter the time
3) will always tell you that you're right (unless you're disagreeing with them...)
4) will NEVER betray you
And that's all I have to say about that.
Friday, June 26, 2009
We Caught Him!
So, last night J set up the trap to catch our allegedly rabid fox complete with old Christmas garland to cover and camouflage the steel box. Armed with smelly sardines it was only a matter of time before the poor creature would wander in and then...SLAM!
Well guess what! This morning the trap was squealing and rocking...and hissing and scratching...we caught our own cat.
Oh well, better luck next time. Sorry Smokey.
Well guess what! This morning the trap was squealing and rocking...and hissing and scratching...we caught our own cat.
Oh well, better luck next time. Sorry Smokey.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Oh...the DRAMA
Okay. So, I know it's been a bit since I've wowed you all with my words of wisdom. Actually, it was more I was having a hard time letting go of looking at the Bentley in prime blog real estate when I logged in.
So, what's going on. Dogs are good. Nobody's eaten anybody lately. Have a sick kid...that totally sucks but at least vomiting has been limited to twice and fever coddling with meds and cold cloths is totally doable. What horse?... All is well.
Sad about Farrah...always admired her and thought her beautiful. May you rest in peace and if you have a chance give Bandit a pat on the head for me.
What's with Michael? That was odd. Don't have much of a public opinion about that except I did perform a group talent show number to "Beat It" in Elementary School. Oh, and "Man in the Mirror" was some lame pre-show number I did for some beauty pageant...(oh, I didn't just admit I did a small handful of those...oh no...) Okay, so a rest in peace to you too, but you don't have to pet my dog.
I'm thinking about my dear friend CE who's going through some trying times.
What else. J thinks we have a rabid fox in the neighborhood. Here's where men and women are very different. I open the phone book to the government listings and look up "wildlife". J meticulously sets out a trap baited with horrific odorous sardines. And just on a sideline here. Have you ever smelled those things??? I thought something had holed up under our house and died three weeks ago the stench was so awful. I came out of D's room after 20 minutes of sleepy rocking only to have my nasal passages assaulted. J came in and said "can you smell it?" Smell it! I think I need a bath now. Anyway, how anyone in their right mind can put those smelly little fish (they are fish right?) on pizza is an absolute atrocity! It should be banned. Anyway, so J puts the sardines where they should be - in the trap (in fact that's what they should be marketed as - BAIT) and we sat outside partaking in spirits awaiting the arrival of the rabid fox. Clearly, he hasn't come yet or I would be writing about that, and I gave up to come inside and blog away. Anyway, kind of funny. J is in for the hunt...I am not. But, I will say, I did check the trap first thing this morning, and will surely beeline for the backdoor to check it tomorrow morning...You'll be sure to know if we catch something...or I'll be back on this blog in another 3 months or so...just kidding... ; )
So, what's going on. Dogs are good. Nobody's eaten anybody lately. Have a sick kid...that totally sucks but at least vomiting has been limited to twice and fever coddling with meds and cold cloths is totally doable. What horse?... All is well.
Sad about Farrah...always admired her and thought her beautiful. May you rest in peace and if you have a chance give Bandit a pat on the head for me.
What's with Michael? That was odd. Don't have much of a public opinion about that except I did perform a group talent show number to "Beat It" in Elementary School. Oh, and "Man in the Mirror" was some lame pre-show number I did for some beauty pageant...(oh, I didn't just admit I did a small handful of those...oh no...) Okay, so a rest in peace to you too, but you don't have to pet my dog.
I'm thinking about my dear friend CE who's going through some trying times.
What else. J thinks we have a rabid fox in the neighborhood. Here's where men and women are very different. I open the phone book to the government listings and look up "wildlife". J meticulously sets out a trap baited with horrific odorous sardines. And just on a sideline here. Have you ever smelled those things??? I thought something had holed up under our house and died three weeks ago the stench was so awful. I came out of D's room after 20 minutes of sleepy rocking only to have my nasal passages assaulted. J came in and said "can you smell it?" Smell it! I think I need a bath now. Anyway, how anyone in their right mind can put those smelly little fish (they are fish right?) on pizza is an absolute atrocity! It should be banned. Anyway, so J puts the sardines where they should be - in the trap (in fact that's what they should be marketed as - BAIT) and we sat outside partaking in spirits awaiting the arrival of the rabid fox. Clearly, he hasn't come yet or I would be writing about that, and I gave up to come inside and blog away. Anyway, kind of funny. J is in for the hunt...I am not. But, I will say, I did check the trap first thing this morning, and will surely beeline for the backdoor to check it tomorrow morning...You'll be sure to know if we catch something...or I'll be back on this blog in another 3 months or so...just kidding... ; )
Monday, May 18, 2009
Our New Bentley
So, last week for Mother's Day, I drove 2 hours to go pick up our new 2009 model Bentley.
Ours doesn't look quite like the picture above.
You can check it out at http://www.myboxerdogbloglife.blogspot.com/ -
you may want to read it backwards and start with day 1.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Aaaaaaaaaaa....
What a difference a week can make. Things are good here. Scarlett is healing just fine. She's enjoying her new diet of canned mush and has finally started drinking. Yea for Miss Scarlett...and for us.
So, before life got derailed once again (and I now have my safety harness securely cinched down tight), I was on the road to fabulous things. You know, the whole reinventing myself. I'm thinking a tattoo should be in order. What an uproar that would cause. How very non-rockymountesque. Maybe I'll get one in the middle of my forehead...okay maybe not...that doesn't sound like such a great idea especially when I think about what I would want permanently inked on my face.
In all reality, when I close my eyes, and think what would give me what I need, I always go back to my camera. Its my escape, my love, and my passion. So, for all my devoted bloggies out there (and I know my audience is becoming vast) if you see me, and I'm not totin', ask me why not...dammit. ; )
So, before life got derailed once again (and I now have my safety harness securely cinched down tight), I was on the road to fabulous things. You know, the whole reinventing myself. I'm thinking a tattoo should be in order. What an uproar that would cause. How very non-rockymountesque. Maybe I'll get one in the middle of my forehead...okay maybe not...that doesn't sound like such a great idea especially when I think about what I would want permanently inked on my face.
In all reality, when I close my eyes, and think what would give me what I need, I always go back to my camera. Its my escape, my love, and my passion. So, for all my devoted bloggies out there (and I know my audience is becoming vast) if you see me, and I'm not totin', ask me why not...dammit. ; )
Monday, April 20, 2009
What a Gift...
Today was an amazing day...there are no words to describe today except...well, amazing and truly a blessing.
Today was Scarlett's big day going to the Vet School. (NC State for those of you not familiar with this facility...and if you have animals and have never been there, then you need to be thankful...but, if you have a sick pet, there is no other place you need to be...).
Our day didn't start out so great. It was raining, I was beyond stressed and emotionally raw. I threw the kids in the car for school. We raced down 64 so I could get them in their rooms by 9am and be at the vet school by 10am. Pushing it...yes. I looked at my phone as I got in the car and had 4 messages. Who was looking for me? Well, it would be my babysitter who was sick. A huge wrench in my day. After going through my arsenal of sitters, my dear friend agreed to take both kids for the afternoon (bless her). Whew...
Got to the vet school at 10...sharp. Got Scarlett inside and my bottom barely hit the waiting room seat before Scarlett's name was called. My heartbeat tripled. She was shaking. I was shaking. We were both scared for different reasons. Or, maybe we were both scared for the same reason...the unknown.
The Dentistry resident and two Class of '09 students swiftly took Scarlett and I into exam room 5. They carefully placed the tissue box at my feet as I tearfully recalled the events that got us to this moment. They took her pulse and wrote some notes and said they would be right back. Then they left. Scarlett "sat" on my lap the best a 55 pound dog can. We waited.
The panel of vets came back with Dr. G. He flipped on the xray viewing light and slid the film into the clip. "It looks like we most likely have a dentigerous cyst". All I heard was, it looks like its not a tumor. It's not a tumor. It's not. It's not..."It's not a tumor?" I asked just to be clear. He said he couldn't say 100% but all signs were pointing to a very large cyst. A cyst that had been growing since puppyhood due to some teeth not erupting in her mouth properly. "What are our options?" Due to the size, Dr. G. highly recommended removal. "And if we did nothing?" The cyst would continue to grow and eventually take over her jaw fracturing it along the way and our problems would escalate. My next question was "when" and "how much". Amazingly, he could perform the surgery today, and Miss Scarlett could go home late afternoon.
I called Jason and he agreed that we needed to do this for our beloved pet. I signed some forms and gave her a kiss before they took her away. Dr. G explained the procedure and what to expect. "We'll call you" he said and I turned and walked out.
Several hours later after an afternoon in Raleigh, I got a call that Scarlett had done well and was ready to go home. I was sitting in the vet school parking lot when I got the call...waiting. I went inside and was taken back to Exam Room 4 this time. Dr. G. came in and explained what was found. She had the majority of her teeth including three front teeth, her canine, and several pre-molars removed from the left side of her mouth. Also removed was the cyst. He went over the discharge instructions and which pills to give when. I asked more questions which are all a blur now. It was time to go home...The entourage of vets helped Scarlett to the car aiding her hind end with a towel looped through her legs. She slept all the way home.
She seems to be doing well. I think she's glad to be home. She ate some canned food for dinner and then retreated back to her spot on her blanket where she currently sleeps as I write. We love you, Miss Scarlett and hope you get well soon.
So, as I write this, my heart is filled with absolute gratitude. I am so thankful to God and Bandit for watching over my dear little Scarlett and granting our family more time with her. I am thankful for the warnings they sent me to slow down and appreciate things like taking a walk on a beautiful day. Let the dishes sit in the sink, let the laundry lay on the floor, and let the chores of daily life sit for awhile...they will always be there still tomorrow...but some of the most beautiful, precious lives in this world, may not. So, my lessons for today...be thankful. Enjoy what you have. Take time out. Put "walking the dog" before #1 on today's to-do list...and then do it. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. Clearly...God heard every one of you. Thank you.
Today was Scarlett's big day going to the Vet School. (NC State for those of you not familiar with this facility...and if you have animals and have never been there, then you need to be thankful...but, if you have a sick pet, there is no other place you need to be...).
Our day didn't start out so great. It was raining, I was beyond stressed and emotionally raw. I threw the kids in the car for school. We raced down 64 so I could get them in their rooms by 9am and be at the vet school by 10am. Pushing it...yes. I looked at my phone as I got in the car and had 4 messages. Who was looking for me? Well, it would be my babysitter who was sick. A huge wrench in my day. After going through my arsenal of sitters, my dear friend agreed to take both kids for the afternoon (bless her). Whew...
Got to the vet school at 10...sharp. Got Scarlett inside and my bottom barely hit the waiting room seat before Scarlett's name was called. My heartbeat tripled. She was shaking. I was shaking. We were both scared for different reasons. Or, maybe we were both scared for the same reason...the unknown.
The Dentistry resident and two Class of '09 students swiftly took Scarlett and I into exam room 5. They carefully placed the tissue box at my feet as I tearfully recalled the events that got us to this moment. They took her pulse and wrote some notes and said they would be right back. Then they left. Scarlett "sat" on my lap the best a 55 pound dog can. We waited.
The panel of vets came back with Dr. G. He flipped on the xray viewing light and slid the film into the clip. "It looks like we most likely have a dentigerous cyst". All I heard was, it looks like its not a tumor. It's not a tumor. It's not. It's not..."It's not a tumor?" I asked just to be clear. He said he couldn't say 100% but all signs were pointing to a very large cyst. A cyst that had been growing since puppyhood due to some teeth not erupting in her mouth properly. "What are our options?" Due to the size, Dr. G. highly recommended removal. "And if we did nothing?" The cyst would continue to grow and eventually take over her jaw fracturing it along the way and our problems would escalate. My next question was "when" and "how much". Amazingly, he could perform the surgery today, and Miss Scarlett could go home late afternoon.
I called Jason and he agreed that we needed to do this for our beloved pet. I signed some forms and gave her a kiss before they took her away. Dr. G explained the procedure and what to expect. "We'll call you" he said and I turned and walked out.
Several hours later after an afternoon in Raleigh, I got a call that Scarlett had done well and was ready to go home. I was sitting in the vet school parking lot when I got the call...waiting. I went inside and was taken back to Exam Room 4 this time. Dr. G. came in and explained what was found. She had the majority of her teeth including three front teeth, her canine, and several pre-molars removed from the left side of her mouth. Also removed was the cyst. He went over the discharge instructions and which pills to give when. I asked more questions which are all a blur now. It was time to go home...The entourage of vets helped Scarlett to the car aiding her hind end with a towel looped through her legs. She slept all the way home.
She seems to be doing well. I think she's glad to be home. She ate some canned food for dinner and then retreated back to her spot on her blanket where she currently sleeps as I write. We love you, Miss Scarlett and hope you get well soon.
So, as I write this, my heart is filled with absolute gratitude. I am so thankful to God and Bandit for watching over my dear little Scarlett and granting our family more time with her. I am thankful for the warnings they sent me to slow down and appreciate things like taking a walk on a beautiful day. Let the dishes sit in the sink, let the laundry lay on the floor, and let the chores of daily life sit for awhile...they will always be there still tomorrow...but some of the most beautiful, precious lives in this world, may not. So, my lessons for today...be thankful. Enjoy what you have. Take time out. Put "walking the dog" before #1 on today's to-do list...and then do it. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. Clearly...God heard every one of you. Thank you.
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