Are you those people?


Are you, mama?

Are you one of those people?

It is my second least favorite question directed at the girls. The first is “are they pitbulls?” You just don’t know whether or not to be fearful until you know for sure. But, I digress.

So, am I one of those people?

If by that you mean someone who knows that if it is cold enough for me to wear a jacket then it is cold enough for them to wear a jacket. Then, yes. Sigh. I am one of those people: responsible.

Green is my color!

Crazy, right? Just as crazy as when mom makes sure Mr. Baby’s summer wardrobe has been traded in for long sleeves, pants, and socks because it’s gotten cool outside. So very crazy.

Some dogs don’t need as much protection from the elements because they have big, warm, natural coats of fur. Many dogs, like mine, are not so lucky. Analaigh only has a single coat of fur and and you can still see Rose’s freckled skin through both of her coats. It’s easier for folks to accept when they see a tiny dog dressed to the nines. It’s just more acceptable somehow…but show someone a picture of my girls in their fleece jackets and I get eye rolls and exaggerated sighs.

I dare you to look into this face and say, “No, Rose, you are too big and strong to be dressed appropriately for the weather” then wait because she’s a drama queen and will shiver uncontrollably to make her point.

Now…am I one of those people who dresses up my dogs in ridiculous outfits and stuffs them into my purse? Well, there was that time at Summersville Lake at the New River Gorge when I had to shove both girls (separately) into my pack so I could carry them down the ladder to get to the crag for climbing…and anything else that may have happened around Halloween last year the girls have would have destroyed any evidence (had there been any which there most certainly was not).

If you are curious, our favorite brand is Ruffwear. I like their fit the best and they have multiple options depending on your clime and what groovy things you do year-round with your pooch. Pictured above is the Climate Changer Fleece which I love, love, love.

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So how IS Rose’s recovery going?


I get asked this question a lot.

It’s going good…

…and bad…

Let me explain.

When I brought her home she looked like this…

Pitiful, right? I thought so too.

It started out by just carting her around to the bathroom or to lounge in the sun because she gave me sad eyes.

Then she started pushing limits like climbing onto the couch, ever so slowly, ever so pitifully, without permission but with the saddest puppy dog eyes asking, “Are you going to kick me off, mama?” Of course not, darling.

She started climbing into bed, ever so slowly, ever so pitifully, without permission resting her head on my shoulder sighing, “Is this okay, mama?”. I guess it’s okay, baby, since you couldn’t go walking today with Analaigh and me.

She started nudging my hand while I was forcibly holding her still for a 10 minute icing session saying, “The least you can do is pet me, mama.” Of course, Rosiebear.

But then, the good news, she started putting weight back on that leg. She started walking herself up and down the stairs…whenever the hell she wanted instead of waiting for me.

Then she started jumping up on the bed any old time she felt like it instead of when she had permission.

She started jumping on the couch any old time she felt like it instead of when she was invited.

And after she got kicked off the bed she’d go out and jump on the couch hoping I wouldn’t notice. The little sneak.

She stopped making eye contact with me.

She stopped deferring to me.

She stopped listening to me.

She turned into a BRAT!

So – she’s getting better. (YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!) Each day she’s allowed a little bit of exercise time and she’s on a strict diet of deferral.

Next time (dear god, I hope there isn’t a next time), I will endeavor to remember that emoting is a human past-time.

Rainy Days and Rope Toys


I can hear the pitter pat of rain drops before I’m even out of bed. “Great!” I say to myself, “soon enough mama is going to get up, put on her shoes, put on my leash, and take me out in this!” It hardly seems fair that she gets to go potty in a special room and I get to go potty out in the rain.
What I really want to know is…what the heck are we going to do with the REST of the day??

Hmmm, mama? Hmmmm??

oOo!! Looks like we’re making rope toys for me an’ Analaigh to play with. We LOVE rope toys. Mama must have a millionty dollars because whenever we use up one BAM another takes it’s place!!

(No, Rose, not a millionty dollars…it’s FREE!! Love, Mama)

Here is how we make them…

1) Lay out an old tee-shirt. The larger, the better

2) Cut off sleeves.

3) Cut shirt in 4 parts. I cut up the sides along the seam all the way to the collar and up the center (and back) to the collar.

4) Gather collar and hold in place for braiding. (By using the collar at one end, the rope is longer because only 1 knot is needed to end it)

5) Take left-most strand and moving over, under, over braid to end.

6) Secure end with a knot.

7) Send to Quality Control for inspection

8) Voila!

Tug responsibly!!!

A Post-Op from Rosiebear


Dear World,
I’ve got a super major question. W. T. Eff. happened? One day, mama’s all fun-like and taking me out to roll around in the dirt because like it’s totally fun to roll around in the dirt.
And plus also, I look adorable when I turn my whites browns so that I can match my big sister.
But the next day, mama takes me one this ubs early carride which is totally fine and all ‘cept I knew something fishy was going on. She left my big sister at home. She NEVER does that. Never, never. For realz. We always go everywhere together. Or mama leaves us behind but she only does that whenever she does boring things. I know because she’d never do fun things with out me an’ Analaigh. Yeah, so ubs early carride. Had the windows down and the wind whipped through my ears it was great…uhm, right up until my mama handed me over to some person I didn’t know and then she left me. LEFT ME! Like forever, or overnight, whichever is longer. And while she was GONE and I was ALONE someone pricked me with pins, stuffed me with drowsers, and then CUT OPEN MY LEG! Oh and also, while I was asleep someone shaved my butt. Mama was gone, my leg was cut open, and my butt was naked. So seriously…W. T. Eff!
Don’t you worry, though. When mama FINALLY came back to pick me up (after a millionty hours in that place) I made sure to give pittiefulness as MUCH as possible.
I didn’t let Analaigh off the hook either. What kind of “big sister” is she? She spent a millionty hours with mama while IIIII was getting my butt shaved off.
I’m feeling better mostly and mama keeps taking me back to that place where they shaved my butt (but I don’t let her leave me there, no way Jose!) and they took the metals out of my leg. Yeah, they put metals in my leg and made me wear a lampshade on my head. Naked butt and a lampshade. UGH!!! Anyhow, the metals are out and I don’t hurt as much but I like to make mama remember who is boss and I found that this face works the best…
hehehehehe

People, People, People: Oh Dogpark People


I’ve been out of sorts lately. Luckily for you I encountered a terrible human being this week just in time to write about them for our Wednesday People People People spot…luckily…

As you know – I like to take my girls to the dogpark from time to time – it’s good for them to be socialized with dogs and humans of all walks of life. Sadly, socializing them means socializing me and I need much more work in this area…

As we approached to enter the park, as is a rule in our family, the girls were sitting and waiting for me to enter the first gate to call them in. Gate 1 – check. We approached gate 2 and were again settling into a sit so I could enter the second gate and call them in. One girl is sitting, the other is sniffing marked fences and I noticed there are a handful of dogs who have come to greet us at the gate – my personal philosophy is that the dogs should not be allowed to crowd the gate to intimidate the newcomers but whatever…I know that once we enter the girls and I will do a lap around the perimeter, sniffing, meeting and greeting in smaller doses, and acclimating…

Almost ready to enter, I look up to notice (thankfully) humans have walked toward the gate to retrieve their pups to thin out the welcoming committee…

“Excuse me, I think you should try the other section – the one for smaller dogs.”

I look to the voice and realize this person is addressing ME! I look back at my 50 lb and 70 lb dogs and reply, “Uhm, we’ll be fine.”

“Are they young dogs?”

Confused at the relevance of the question and not sure what she’s getting at, “Yes” (well, kinda…Analaigh is 2.5 and Rose is 2, technically not exactly puppies I mean they don’t eat puppy food but they are still young…what is she getting at?)

“Yes, then you shouldn’t bring them in here.”

“We’ve been to dog parks before. They’ll be fine.”

“If you bring them in here, there is going to be a problem. I just know it. I know there will be problems.”

Now I’m pissed off. I don’t know if “there will be problems” because my dogs are pitbull type dogs but hers is a rottweiler so she can’t be profiling, can she? “We’ve done this before. We’ll be fine” (so please move yourself and your dog away from the gate so I can enter you stupid b—)

“So when there is a problem are YOU going to reach your hand in and break it up?”

“Yes. I will.”

So now part of me is thinking – I don’t even want my dogs to play in the same space as this woman but on the other hand I’m thinking I’ll be damned if I’m letting this woman bar me from entering this park with my dogs. I don’t know her, she doesn’t know me nor does she know my dogs. I’m stubborn, we enter and spend the next few hours in peaceful harmony with the occupants of the park…EXCEPT FOR THAT LADY’S DOG…who spent the rest of the time on his leash because he snapped at a few of the other dogs playing…

I just don’t get why people have to be so hateful and I sincerely wish I understood exactly what made this woman decide to be so with us…in any event, we haven’t gone back…so I guess she got what she wanted – me and my dogs to go away.

That’s fine…we don’t need anyone else!

Dear Diary


Dear Diary,

Last night I heard mama talking on the phone. I overheard her saying things like “she’s my nervous Nelly”, “she doesn’t like to walk through shadows”, “she gets startled really easily”, “she doesn’t like loud noises.” I don’t know who Nelly is but she sounds a whole lot like me. Life used to be quiet with just me and mama. Then life handed us roses and it got more exciting, not too, just more. I love my sister. She makes me laugh with her silly tongue. She loves to run and play, just like me.

Lately though, life has gotten a bit too exciting for me…and I’m guessing for Nelly, too. I heard mama say that Nelly moved in with a little boy (just like me) and this little boy loves to laugh and giggle (just like ours) and he drops and throws toys and they come crashing around (samesies, again) and all this crashing keeps Nelly from being able to relax. A couple of times the little boy went running toward her and she got scared and growled.

I was sitting so near, because I wanted mama to be able to pet me if she wanted, and heard a man on the other end of the phone ask, “How committed to her are you?” Mama got this misty look in her eyes and said, “My life is my girls. I brought them into my home to give them a happy and healthy place to live and thrive. They are everything to me. I am 100% committed to her.” Then I heard the man ask, “That is great to hear. What is it you hope to be our outcome?” Mama answered, “I want to learn how to help her be comfortable in our home. I need to learn how to fix it when she’s telling me that she’s not okay.”

After a few more minutes of petting and talking, mama hung up the phone. She looked at me and kissed my nose. Then she told me we have class next Tuesday. I hope Nelly will be there. We have a lot in common. I’ll write more after my class.

July 2012 Meme


1. When you were a child what was the hardest or scariest thing in the world (i.e. movie, book, chore, etc.) to you that as an adult is neither hard nor scary?

I have a memory of myself at a really young age trying desparately to turn the faucet of the sink on to brush my teeth without having to use the stool provided for my lack of height. I also recall the first time I reached the faucet without the stool and instead of think “I’ve grown!” I was sure I’d just been doing something wrong. Sometimes, I think about this when I’m at home and bending down so I can lean on the sink while I stand above it brushing my teeth.

2. If you were offered the chance to be a cooking star on a Food Network show, which of these three would you choose for a mentor: Bobby Flay, Giada de Laurentis or Alton Brown?

I’d choose Alton Brown. He is such a nerd and it’s sexy. He knows a lot about the science of cooking and I like that.

3. What is your favorite theme offered by your blogging platform that you are not using and what theme do you absolutely hate? Provide links to both along with your explanation.

I don’t know really. I like my theme just fine but I’ve changed my appearance 4 times in the year since I started. I’m just trying to figure out my style which isn’t boring and there are way too many boring themes to choose from. I won’t provide links, though, because I don’t think it would be nice of me to link a theme I hated and find it belongs to one of my bestest blog friends. I like our differences.  

4. Who is someone from your past that you are sorry you lost track of?

John Morgan. We were both Chemistry majors at the University of Delaware and then he decided to go ChemEd (he totally had the right idea). We stayed friends after college and talked often but my ex-fiancé was on a jealous rampage one night and deleted every guy in my phone including my State Farm Agent. That was in 2006. John was a really good friend. It’s a pity the last conversation I had with him I told him how “the one” that d-bag was.

5. What would you take to a deserted island?

If I knew I was going to a deserted island, I would bring my girls, sunglasses, some books, sunscreen, a towel, a hammer, a needle, a water bottle, a knife, flint, and a pillow. I think that I could make whatever else I needed and survive with those things. I suspect, though, if I were to end up on a deserted island it would be because I wouldn’t know I was going. I put useless things in my purse to take up space so this wouldn’t end well. I need a purse large enough for my girls, just in case.

6. If you could get into the mind of anyone (living or dead) and read all their thoughts, whose mind would you choose to read?

I’ve known the answer to this question for a long time: Charles Manson. I don’t do his victims the dishonor of idolizing him but I am fascinated by how the mind of someone so evil would work. It’s always amazing to me when two people see or hear the same thing at the same time and yet come away with two completely different accounts of what happened. I would be intensely interested to see how different his mind processed things from mine.

7. What are the entire contents of the top drawer of the table directly next to your side of the bed?

1 romance novel, an opened bag of gummy worms, his & her lube (+ cobwebs), a journal, nail clippers.

8. What is the one thing you have in your dorm, apartment, or house that you never want your parents to find?

There’s nothing I can think of. I am a just a person, my own person. I’m sure they’d understand that and if they didn’t they would…eventually…maybe…

9. Your daughter is having a sleepover for her 12th birthday. Around 8:00 pm a thunderstorm knocks out power. How do you entertain twelve pre-teen girls when all the cell-phone batteries have died?

All the ice cream will need to be eaten PRONTO for starters. Always wanted a fireplace so I’m guessing we’ll cuddle up in front of the fire and then chit-chat about whatever it is they think is important to chit-chat about until my daughter remembers how uncool I am and shoos me away now that she knows there’s nothing to be afraid of.  

10. What aspect/trait about your personality are you most sensitive about (as in, you wouldn’t stand anyone criticizing about this one aspect)?

I’m guarded and sarcastic but I’m not mean and I’m certainly not angry. It really hurts my feelings when people suggest that I am. I’ve worked really hard to put my dark days behind me so when someone doesn’t see me for how I am now and only assumes I’m still the way I was, it really bothers me.  

11. Mr. Tom Baker has had two previous virtual nude dinner parties. He is now inviting you, his blogger friends to his home for a real nude dinner party. This is not a virtual dinner party; it is the real thing with all expenses paid and the usual five course dinner prepared by him. Will you or will you not be present at said nude party?

I’ll be there with bells on, if that’s allowed. Nudity, I found, is a lot like love…it’s a lot more about one’s self view than anyone else. I would be shy and nervous at first but I suspect I’d end up having a great time. Tom’s menus are always pretty fantastic, too!! 

12. What one piece of movie memorabilia from which movie would you love to own?

The bubbles/glass balls that Jareth, the Goblin King, has in Labyrinth. One of his final seductions of Sarah, the ball, takes place inside one. I’ve always thought they were beautiful and clear and perfect.

 

13. If literary characters were real and you could interview any one of them, who would it be and what’s the first question you would ask?

Thursday Next. She knew Mrs. Havisham before she was crazy and played a role in fixing the ending of Jane Eyre. So many questions, I’m not sure where I’d start.

14. If you had to choose a theme song for yourself from only the Classical genre, which song would it be?

In the Hall of the Mountain King. 

15. What is your most quirky habit?

Dear Friends,

Help me with this one!!

Love, Me 

16. When was the last time you took the time to act like a child and what did you do?

I try to do this as often as possible because life is too short to go around being so serious all the time. I take my girls out sometimes even if it’s pouring and we go splashing through puddles.

 

I nearly peed myself laughing the day Otto, the Saint Bernard, followed my girls into the 10′ x 10′ mud puddle and his tiny owners chased him down to keep him out of it (unsuccessfully).  

17. If there was ever a past relationship, (friend or otherwise), that you could go back and mend, would you? Who would it be with, and why?

Not mend exactly but…Mary Vaughn. She’s been one of my best friends for so long and one of the most important people in my life. Our early years together were awkward and terrible but we survived and have been friends for over 20 years. She loved me long before I learned there was anything about me to love. The past 6 years, though, we’ve been terrible at keeping in touch now that we’re grown-ups with husbands (hers) and careers. I miss the freedom we didn’t realize we had when we were 16 and spent so many days doing nothings together.  

18. What would you do if all of your followers left comments daily and would be it be too much for you to handle? Would you hire someone to answer comments for you?

I don’t have so many followers that I wouldn’t be able to handle it but if I had so many followers that I thought it was “too much” I’d be so stinking excited that I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.  

19. Do you know how far back your ancestry goes on either side of your family tree? How far?

I grew up with the last name Koska. It’s Czechoslovakian and I don’t know whether it’s more Czech or Slovak but my dad says if we say “Bohemian” we’re covered. The family immigrated into the Port of Baltimore in 1880 and the name was spelled Kocka but pronounced the same. A great-great-great grandfather’s name was Stanislaus so I’m hoping that I was adopted into a family of vampires but I’m still horribly mortal.  

20. If you could compare yourself to anything in the universe, what would you compare yourself to? Why?

A flamingo. I think flamingos are so beautiful with their multiple shades of pinks and their graceful elegance but at the same time they are terrifically awkward. You’d think they are boisterous and showy because of their brightness but I imagine they must also be incredibly shy, why else would they hide their faces in plain sight and pretend to not be seen? Flamingos and I are alike: beautiful, graceful, terribly ungraceful, bright and happy yet with a need to hide themselves in their brightness so the world cannot know their secrets until they are ready to share them.

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