It appears that Samantha has a small puncture wound in her nostril. She's a stay outdoors all day country dog when she isn't with me, so heaven knows how that happened. In a message on my phone today Leon was (semi) jokingly blaming Milkie, but honestly I doubt it was her. I was home most of the day with them, just went to Kate's for a few hours that afternoon, and was back by 6. The blood didn't occur til 8 or so when we came in from outside. I was also right with her outside, and there isn't anything to poke yourself in the nose with out there anyway! Unlike Leon's yard..........garage..........house........ So it appears it isn't anything serious. Whew!
I mean....... I don't think Milkie would have bit her? She doesn't usually get that close to Sam, and has never shown any aggression toward her at all. Sam had eaten a TON of Milkie's food this visit though...... Nah, I know Milkie didn't do it, because Sam's reaction to Milkie would have changed immediately from, I don't care what the cat is doing to stay away from me. It was very sweet that both times it happened Ms. Milk also came over and laid by us, kind of looking to see if Sam was o.k. too. She does like her dog. She was very upset when I got home last night and Sam was gone. I wasn't here so I don't know if she saw her Papa and then they left, or if she was still sleeping in the comforter on the bed and just woke up to Sam being gone.
This morning when I left for work after being home for nearly a week she was none too thrilled either. Milkie actually bolted out the door as if to say "I'm coming too!" when I opened it. Good thing there's a front entry way. The box of anger has lain dormant (pieces of the box of anger) for awhile, but it got a good work out while I was gone today.
In further news, I believe one of the two new kittens that her former owner just got..........has already been given away. *huge eye roll*
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Oh My Sam
Oh my Sam.......... That's what I say to Sam when we're all lovey. It's said in a gooey voice that you don't need, or want to hear. I say it to Milkie too, Oh my Milk...... they both love it and come a runnin'. As much as Sam can run these days. Although the other night when we were outside and a firework went off she moved faster than I've seen in the last year to get back inside!
Which brings us to the fireworks.......well no. Our visitation excitement actually started with tic removal two hours after she got here. Ugh. Then Friday we had huge storms in the area. I got home as soon as I could to find water all over the bedroom floor from the open window, a wild eyed dog, and a cat who wouldn't come out from under the bed. Sam was so upset that I sat on the floor and brushed her, while singing to Milkie coaxing her out from under the bed. There was an F2 tornado about 30 miles from here that night. Bad storms.
Then Sat evening around eight Sam and I went outside so she could do her business. We came back into the kitchen, and when I turned around to give her a bone she had blood all over her muzzle. Luckily I do not faint at the sight of blood, and I kick into action mode when something like that happens. So I wiped it up and figured out that she had a little bloody nose. It stopped fairly quickly. I have to say, I get nervous being the custodial parent for the old dog on occasion. We all know it's coming, and while on one hand I want to be with her because I feel I will handle it better for her, I can't imagine what it will do to me. So anyway, we get things squared away, I think about calling Leon, but decide to wait. Then of course the neighborhood fireworks start, which she hates, and we have a wild rest of the night of pacing, etc. It stopped around one.
Sunday it was all good, no blood, no thunder, and some fireworks that stopped around midnight.
Monday it was so hot in here that Sam laid on the kitchen floor in front of the fan a good part of the day. I took her out around eight again, thinking she might want to lay in the cool grass, but no way. She did her business and we headed back in. I went in and took a shower, and when I came out there she was, lying in front of the fan, with her nose in a small pool of blood. Yeah......I didn't handle it as well that time. Lying on the floor almost in tears, dripping wet, cradling her head in my lap with paper towel, screaming in my head for Leon. It took a little longer to stop this time. You wont believe this, but somehow he heard me. Just as things were settling down the cell started ringing his tone. I have no idea what he wanted, except maybe to tell me he was almost back home. He said hello and I said THANK GOD, and let myself go into full panic mode.
So we talked it through and he was going to come and get her, but then when I calmed down I decided I wanted her with me since he had to work today anyway. I know he's close by if I need him, so it's all good now.
This morning Leon talked to the vet, who isn't overly concerned. "She wants you to look in her nose and her mouth for an injury, then buy me lunch and rotate my tires." Yeah..... I'm not looking in her mouth. She definitely wont let me if something is really there. So we will check her out when he gets here after work, and take it from there. Apparently it's a common thing this time of year, although I've never seen that happen with a dog before.
That brings me to the fireworks. Three houses around here started well before ten, and then continued after the city fireworks, which I had no idea were so loud here. No wonder every time we came home from them Sam was in the bathroom! Milkie could not be coaxed from under the bed, and Sam varied between following me, hiding under the desk, and hiding in the bathroom. The firework nonsense stopped around 3 am. Sam went out at 4am and 6:30 am. We are both very wild eyed and slow moving today! Thank God I'm on vacation. Oh my Sam.......
Which brings us to the fireworks.......well no. Our visitation excitement actually started with tic removal two hours after she got here. Ugh. Then Friday we had huge storms in the area. I got home as soon as I could to find water all over the bedroom floor from the open window, a wild eyed dog, and a cat who wouldn't come out from under the bed. Sam was so upset that I sat on the floor and brushed her, while singing to Milkie coaxing her out from under the bed. There was an F2 tornado about 30 miles from here that night. Bad storms.
Then Sat evening around eight Sam and I went outside so she could do her business. We came back into the kitchen, and when I turned around to give her a bone she had blood all over her muzzle. Luckily I do not faint at the sight of blood, and I kick into action mode when something like that happens. So I wiped it up and figured out that she had a little bloody nose. It stopped fairly quickly. I have to say, I get nervous being the custodial parent for the old dog on occasion. We all know it's coming, and while on one hand I want to be with her because I feel I will handle it better for her, I can't imagine what it will do to me. So anyway, we get things squared away, I think about calling Leon, but decide to wait. Then of course the neighborhood fireworks start, which she hates, and we have a wild rest of the night of pacing, etc. It stopped around one.
Sunday it was all good, no blood, no thunder, and some fireworks that stopped around midnight.
Monday it was so hot in here that Sam laid on the kitchen floor in front of the fan a good part of the day. I took her out around eight again, thinking she might want to lay in the cool grass, but no way. She did her business and we headed back in. I went in and took a shower, and when I came out there she was, lying in front of the fan, with her nose in a small pool of blood. Yeah......I didn't handle it as well that time. Lying on the floor almost in tears, dripping wet, cradling her head in my lap with paper towel, screaming in my head for Leon. It took a little longer to stop this time. You wont believe this, but somehow he heard me. Just as things were settling down the cell started ringing his tone. I have no idea what he wanted, except maybe to tell me he was almost back home. He said hello and I said THANK GOD, and let myself go into full panic mode.
So we talked it through and he was going to come and get her, but then when I calmed down I decided I wanted her with me since he had to work today anyway. I know he's close by if I need him, so it's all good now.
This morning Leon talked to the vet, who isn't overly concerned. "She wants you to look in her nose and her mouth for an injury, then buy me lunch and rotate my tires." Yeah..... I'm not looking in her mouth. She definitely wont let me if something is really there. So we will check her out when he gets here after work, and take it from there. Apparently it's a common thing this time of year, although I've never seen that happen with a dog before.
That brings me to the fireworks. Three houses around here started well before ten, and then continued after the city fireworks, which I had no idea were so loud here. No wonder every time we came home from them Sam was in the bathroom! Milkie could not be coaxed from under the bed, and Sam varied between following me, hiding under the desk, and hiding in the bathroom. The firework nonsense stopped around 3 am. Sam went out at 4am and 6:30 am. We are both very wild eyed and slow moving today! Thank God I'm on vacation. Oh my Sam.......
Monday, July 4, 2011
Fireworks
♫ Baby you're a firework ♫ I LOVE that song. I love fireworks, Katie Perry, and songs about girl power, so it works for me!
I was telling my sister while hoofing it to the car from the parade this noon that I could tell you where I was and what I was doing for just about every fourth of my life. I really like this holiday. I also know that it's more than just parades, bbq's and fireworks. Thanks to all of you who have served our great country. I always get choked up at the beginning of the parade when the older vets and the flags pass by. If the jets do a fly over, I'm a goner.
Today was Cierra's first parade! She doesn't always care for crowds, and loud unexpected noises, so it was hard to tell how it would go. We went in with the attitude that we would just try and not plan to stay, but she loved it! She kept waiving at the groups, saying "bye- bye" and of course taking my hand and making me wave too. Kicked her heels in her stroller to the beat of the drums, and tried to make me dance a few times for the crowd. It was fun to see her enjoy herself. We left after an hour because it was so stinking hot! I know. I complain because I'm freezing, then it's too hot. However, one day it was 60 then two days later it's 90. Where did the middle ground go??
I've done really well today. Slept in a little bit......minus getting up with Sam at 6 and again at 6:45. Then off to the parade with Kate and CeCe. I didn't give the significance of the day any thought until Kate and I were talking about fourths as we walked back to the car. Then a bit of relaxing and off to Kerri and Ben's for a terrific Bacon Blue Burger! MMMMmmmm Superior Meats! So no, this is not the worst fourth ever. That one would be tagged to my X husband five years ago, and then on that 5th of July..... writing my first rent check for this apartment.
I have "A Capital Fourth" on my TV at the moment, and there's another special on later on NBC. I think that will do for my fireworks this evening. There are a few people who I honestly wouldn't mind snuggling up with at the fireworks in town........but none of that is possible, this year anyway. I will have my firework time with Sam and Milkie, and that's enough for now.
Happy Fourth of July!
I was telling my sister while hoofing it to the car from the parade this noon that I could tell you where I was and what I was doing for just about every fourth of my life. I really like this holiday. I also know that it's more than just parades, bbq's and fireworks. Thanks to all of you who have served our great country. I always get choked up at the beginning of the parade when the older vets and the flags pass by. If the jets do a fly over, I'm a goner.
Today was Cierra's first parade! She doesn't always care for crowds, and loud unexpected noises, so it was hard to tell how it would go. We went in with the attitude that we would just try and not plan to stay, but she loved it! She kept waiving at the groups, saying "bye- bye" and of course taking my hand and making me wave too. Kicked her heels in her stroller to the beat of the drums, and tried to make me dance a few times for the crowd. It was fun to see her enjoy herself. We left after an hour because it was so stinking hot! I know. I complain because I'm freezing, then it's too hot. However, one day it was 60 then two days later it's 90. Where did the middle ground go??
I've done really well today. Slept in a little bit......minus getting up with Sam at 6 and again at 6:45. Then off to the parade with Kate and CeCe. I didn't give the significance of the day any thought until Kate and I were talking about fourths as we walked back to the car. Then a bit of relaxing and off to Kerri and Ben's for a terrific Bacon Blue Burger! MMMMmmmm Superior Meats! So no, this is not the worst fourth ever. That one would be tagged to my X husband five years ago, and then on that 5th of July..... writing my first rent check for this apartment.
I have "A Capital Fourth" on my TV at the moment, and there's another special on later on NBC. I think that will do for my fireworks this evening. There are a few people who I honestly wouldn't mind snuggling up with at the fireworks in town........but none of that is possible, this year anyway. I will have my firework time with Sam and Milkie, and that's enough for now.
Happy Fourth of July!
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Swingin' Six!
The Meys' side of CeCe's family spent yesterday afternoon at Turtle Park, having brownie's and Capri Sun, opening gifts, and there were goovers running around all over the place, like the little nuts they are. Kate wasn't really feeling well enough this year for the birthday party extravaganza, although she is doing fine. This alternative worked out perfectly! The kids might disagree, as it was supposed to be held at Pablo's swimming pool, but the weather did not co-operate.
When you look at this picture, you see a little girl on a swing. When I look at this picture I see CeCe able to hold herself up, hang on, and balance. It's the first time I've seen her do that on a big swing. It's the first time I've had the opportunity to push her on a swing at a park. That is due to her parents and the amazing staff at Bryant Elementary in Superior, WI working with her over, and over, and over!
When you look at this picture, you see an african american child with Down Syndrome. I see a beautiful, headstrong, determined little girl, who by her own standards is growing by leaps and bounds. I also heard her say "bubble" yesterday when she and Paul were playing bubbles. That was also a first for me. In fact I have heard a lot of new words lately. Again, due to her parents, and the community of people who are basically raising this little girl together. I am very proud and honored to be one of those people!
Happy Birthday CeCe BUTT! (yeah....that's the one I taught her to say.....except now she calls me butt......it kind of backfired....) I love you angel ♥ even if I don't show it when you wake me up at 4am for no reason!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Ode to Oscar
Happy Hour tonight wasn't very happy. My friend Lisa had to put down her four year old dachshund yesterday. It's a back or hip issue that is common with the breed and suddenly he was totally paralyzed. So little Oscar, the wiener, is no longer with us. Poor little guy. He was a typical small dog with "little dog syndrome." If you just ignored all the barking when you arrived a few minutes later he would come over to play. Every time we would have to go through the same thing though.
My favorite Oscar memory is the day that we didn't. Every September our city has East End Days, which includes several miles of rummage sales. Lisa lives a block off of this and every year we set up our sales in her garage. Oscar is grounded to the house. I had been there a few hours, when of course I had to go in and use the bathroom. "Is he going to kill me?" I asked nervously. Honestly, I'd rather run into a German Shepard in an alley than any little dog. "No, just ignore him." was Lisa's reply. Not only did he not attack, he didn't even bark at me. He was so glad to see me, or anyone, it was pathetic. We had a little discussion about how I was never going to buy his tough guy act again, and I sat down with him for a little bit before heading back outside. Of course the next time I saw him he was once again too big for his britches, but that was Oscar.
I also enjoyed seeing pictures of him dressed up in the many outfits/costumes his Nana made or Lisa bought. It was always funny to hear that he was at Doggie Daycare at Nana's house. She (and Grandpa) took good care of their little Oscar.
Lisa and Em will dearly miss him. It's one thing to have to put down a beloved pet that is old and has lived a good life. It's another to suddenly lose a young one. All my love guys, I know there isn't really anything I can do, but you know I'm here if you need me!
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My favorite Oscar memory is the day that we didn't. Every September our city has East End Days, which includes several miles of rummage sales. Lisa lives a block off of this and every year we set up our sales in her garage. Oscar is grounded to the house. I had been there a few hours, when of course I had to go in and use the bathroom. "Is he going to kill me?" I asked nervously. Honestly, I'd rather run into a German Shepard in an alley than any little dog. "No, just ignore him." was Lisa's reply. Not only did he not attack, he didn't even bark at me. He was so glad to see me, or anyone, it was pathetic. We had a little discussion about how I was never going to buy his tough guy act again, and I sat down with him for a little bit before heading back outside. Of course the next time I saw him he was once again too big for his britches, but that was Oscar.
I also enjoyed seeing pictures of him dressed up in the many outfits/costumes his Nana made or Lisa bought. It was always funny to hear that he was at Doggie Daycare at Nana's house. She (and Grandpa) took good care of their little Oscar.
Lisa and Em will dearly miss him. It's one thing to have to put down a beloved pet that is old and has lived a good life. It's another to suddenly lose a young one. All my love guys, I know there isn't really anything I can do, but you know I'm here if you need me!
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