My Darn Yarn

2009-06-14T12:17:00.000-07:00

I see this and I am outraged.
Many people, including family members have told me that things like this are 'an insult to my intelligences' yet have nothing to back it up; but I know that these coments are the truth. I stand by them.
If anyone can find evidence to the contrary, I will reconsider changing my stand. If not, listen closely.

Bummer-ish/Good-ish

2009-05-06T13:38:00.001-07:00

Monday I had my annual physical with blood work and that showed that my thyroid is under active.
I'm having a lot of mixed emotions right now. I'm super relieved, because I honestly was expecting something a lot worse... but at the same time I'm a little shocked! I mean, I never would have in a million year guessed that it was my thyroid that was making me feel lousy.
I've been feeling kind of punk for quite some time now (over two years), but one of these can't quite-put-my-finger-on-what-isn't-feeling-good kind of punk, so I thought it may have been mental and just kept fighting it. Honestly, when I was pregnant, I felt the most well, because I was getting some help from Sean's thyroid.
This may not make a whole lot of sense, but now that I know what is wrong, I feel like I can give myself permission to feel kind of punk. I know that it's something I can't fight and I have a huge weight off my shoulders knowing it's not mental. I feel like... I'm not really sure.
I've been prescribed medication to correct the low levels and have to go back to have the levels checked in six weeks. I'm actually looking forward to it.
I'm looking forward to feeling well again...

Where did Sean Go?

2009-05-02T21:09:00.000-07:00

Don't worry, Sean is still at home, safe in his cribby.
However if you want to see how Sean is doing and other family updates, he has his own blog right here. So update your links to his page and keep in touch!

2009-04-24T05:31:00.000-07:00

Here in Iowa, the Supreme Court has ruled that gay marriage should be allowed. Starting today, same sex couples are now able to attain a marriage license legally. And I do not agree with the Courts ruling.
What I do agree with is that these are people too and do have some of the legal rights as a married couple (i.e. power of attorney, right to be with dyeing partner); but, by my personal beliefs, the insinuation should not be called marriage.
God, the one power that our nation was founded under, clearly stated that marriage is to be between one man and one woman. Our nation has strayed so far from the principal of “One nation, under God” that I know when God looks at us, and I am no exception, He weeps with sorrow for His children.
I just saw a commercial in support of the courts rulings; there was a line that stated “If there are Iowans out there who want to put discrimination into our constitution: shame on them!” If I were a county clerk or state official and a same sex couple came to me asking for a marriage license or of the likes - I would decline, even though as of the moment it is not legal to deny a same sex couple a license of the moment (there are people who are ironing out a “morality clause” to protect those who will not issue a license). I do not care about losing a job or discrimination (isn’t it funny how it’s not PA to discriminate/make fun of/harass people of a same sex orientation, but if you oppose or disagree with that lifestyle, you can be discriminated/made fun of/harassed?):

MY COMMITMENT TO MY GOD FAR OUTWEIGHS MY COMMITMENT TO ANY EARTHLY ESTABLISHMENT!!!!

Dachshund sad song

2009-03-18T16:00:00.001-07:00

Pachelbel is Stalking You

2009-03-08T08:48:00.001-07:00

He really is! You didn't Know that?
Just listen to this guy tell you how Pachelbel tormented him...

The Picard Song

2008-12-01T16:38:00.001-08:00

I love this song to a fault! The really scary thing is I Know just about every episode that they used in this video!
My father introduced me to Star Trek: TNG when I was three and I've been hooked for 20 years now.

Why do you do this to me, dog?!?

2008-10-24T08:15:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, if my dog’s life wasn’t in danger, I would have killed him!

I had a Dr. appointment yesterday and had to leave at around 3:15-ish. I grabbed one of those small boxes of raisins for a snack in the car and then, all hell broke loose five minutes before I had to leave (aka USP guy came and drove Tobey Dog bonkers, and then take Tobey Dog to poo). So in the rush, I put the remaining two boxes on the top of our cabinet, around 6 foot tall. Somehow, that got bumped and the boxes fell when I was gone, and guess who helped themselves to the 3oz of puppy poison?
Hubby and I walk in the door, I see the torn up raisin boxes and start SCREAMING at hubby to get in the car, we’re going to the vet NOW! (We had to wait an hour at the Doggy Dr. because only one was there and it was so close to closing.)
The Doggy Dr. said it was a good thing that we caught it an hour after it happened and not a day or so, so he sent us to the Doggy ER for Tobey’s treatment, which included making him vomit (they said he pucked up a lot of raisins), force feeding him charcoal (to bind with any that got in his intestines) and lots and lots of IV fluids.
He was happy to see me this morning after his all night hospital stay. Blood levels were all normal, but he still had to go to his regular Dr. for one more day of IV treatment. If his check up and blood levels are all okay, he can come home tonight and stay!
I don’t know why he likes to scare me like this! Earlier this year it was chocolate chip cookies and now raisins! He has major food issues. And I thought his barking problem was bad!

Finally!

2008-10-02T12:08:00.000-07:00

BABY BRO IS COMING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's boarding the plain right now, as we speak! I haven't seen him for close to six months and now I finally get to give him a hug and tell him how much I love him and how proud I am of him.
This is the best birthday EVER!!

God Save the Iowa League System

2008-09-20T17:50:00.000-07:00

This is a story that, for some unknown reason, I have taken a person interest in. I have been following the case since day one. Here's the scoop:

On August 6, 2008, Esther Chisala, 17 at the time, bought a car without her mothers permission (Iowa state law still considers 17 a juvenile, as in most states) and drove it despite her mothers wishes.
That was not the only bad judgment call on Chisala part that day. She did go out driving and rear ended a car at Forest Ave and Martin Luther King Jr. Pkwy. She flees the scene. She continued South on on MLKing and less than two blocks, MLKing and University, runs a red light at full speed and broadsides a motorcycle, sending him flying approximately six feet. From then she continues, hits a utility pole and still tries to flee.
The man on the motorcycle, James Miller, 46, died of blunt force trauma to the torso on the way to the hospital, leaving behind a wife and young son.
Chisala was charged with vehicular homicide, two counts of leaving the scene of an accident and failure to render aid. If tried as an adult, she would have reseved a prison sentence up to 10-years for the homicide alone. Chisala turned 18 on August 18, 2008.

I'm not trying to paint Esther Chisala as a bad person, I'm really not. I believe that she was acting like a typical teenager and made a series of bad decisions. I also believe she should pay the consequences of those decisions and be tried as an adult. However, the good judge that ruled that Esther is to be tried as a miner, with an 18-month probation sentence as the only maximum, disagrees with me.
I am in no way saying that I know Iowa law inside out, but I do know enough to know that just because you turn 18 means you make all the right choices, get along with your brothers and sisters, and love your mom. I also know that just because you're under 18 means you don't know right from wrong. It is my opinion that Esther Chisala should be tried as an adult to help her understand the severity of her actions and aid in the growing up process. Agree or disagree with me, that is just how my mind works. I got it from my father, a league counselor .

By the way, the reason I'm so passionate about this is, I drove past the scene of the crime 3-5 minutes after it happened.

Am I the Only One?

2008-07-29T15:43:00.000-07:00

My sister-in-law really drives me crazy! I know that a lot of people think "Oh *insert sil name here* really doesn't have any friends. You should be more friendly!" But you know what? I don't give a damn! First her not having a lot of friends is not my fault and second, it's not my problem. I mean, it's not like I can make friends for her! She needs to get off her ass, stop making excuses and do it herself.

Without going into a lot of details, she had a privilege to use our washer and dryer and abused it to the point where she technically could have been trespassing. She came over uninvited and would use a key to our house to let herself in whenever she felt like it.

True, all of that happened over a year ago, but can you see how that would color my opinion of her?

The thing that really gets me frosts is her "the world has to revolve around me" complex. I really don't know what's the truth and whats a lie anymore. And with this "TWHTRAM" thing, I know way more about what happened in their bedroom than anyone needs to know! She'll say or do anything to have all the attention focused on her. And where she does have several mental illnesses and control issues, I don't want her left alone with my son. She has made, more than a few times, comments on why she would shake a baby. You do not joke about that, just liked you don't joke about having a bomb in an airport. When you do, you get in deep shit.

I have told her that she is not aloud in the same room with my child, and she has a conniption fit claiming that she 'doesn't remember' saying those things and how she's entitled to time with her nephew because she's his aunt and my husbands sister and how she heard her dad say it once so it's okay for her to joke about.
1) How handy that you can't remember things only when you're in trouble. 2)A baby is not a right, it's a gift. You may be his aunt, but we are his parents and our commitment to keep him safe outweighs our commitment to make you happy. 3) I don't care if Pope John Paul II said this on his death bed: it is not okay.

I warned her a long time ago: anyone who clings on too tight to me I'll end up hating. I told her this, and she just clung tighter. And where we have a lot of the same mental illnesses, when she's down, she does her damnedest to bring me with her. I've been med. free for over nine months and out of hospital for over a year. I don't want to go to that dark place again... I can't go there. I have to look out for my little guy.

Am I out of place to feel or think these things?

Foodie!

2008-07-01T13:58:00.000-07:00

I’ve been having the urge to feed so much lately and for foods that I normally wouldn’t even want. For example; I hate tomatoes (tomato is okay with me when it’s with other things, just not by itself) and I really don’t like cream cheese.
Well, being the freaky, prago lady I am, I’ve been wanting sun-dried tomato and basal tasting things. So I got to thinking (uh-oh!) why not make a pastry like that.
I tried it, I loved it, and I wanted to share it with y’all. Here goes!

Sun-Dried Tomato and Basal Pastries

1-pack of pre-baked, frozen pastry cups (preferably the mini ones)
1-pack of sun-dried tomatoes
1-carton of cream cheese
Dried, crushed basal to own taste

Cut up the tomatoes into very small bits. Cut up as many as you need or want. Mix tomatoes in with cream cheese. Add basal. Let it marinade over night in the refrigerator.
Thaw the pastry cups. Spoon cream cheese mix into a plastic baggy and snip off the tip. Pipe into pastry cups. Garnish with tomato slices and/or fresh basal.
Serve chilled.

Depending on how much cream cheese you have you can make enough to feed a small party to an army! I don’t have any pictures right now, I’ll try to make up a fresh batch and photograph them to post in an edit.

Hope you enjoy!

Hi

2008-06-19T16:39:00.000-07:00

So, I know, I haven made any real posts for a gazillion years; so here I am. I’m tired.

Some friends of Hubby’s and mine got married about two weeks ago. It was a lovely serves and such a happy couple. I truly wish all the best for them.

Lil’ Bro is almost done with basic! He’ll have a three-five day leave before they send him to Aberdeen in Maryland for his Advanced Individual Training. He called tonight and it’s so sad to hear how homesick he is. It really does break my heart.
I wish that I could go to Ft. Jackson to see him during family days and graduation, but Hubby and I just can’t swing that money wish. I was telling Lil’ Bro about that a few weeks ago when he called, and he totally understood, saying that he didn’t want me being down there pregnant and with the heat over 100 degrees without the humidity. I’m glad he understands, but still… I wish I could be there.

There has been a lot of flooding here in the middle of the Middle West. And the suck thing is, I had to live through this just 15 years ago! I know that some of you may be thinking, ‘15 years? That’s a long time!’ Well, flooding this bad is only suppose to happen once every 500 years. So, I’m flippin’ out.

But, I have to go now. I’ll try to post more often.

Because I'm A Geek...

2008-06-06T15:53:00.001-07:00

REM singing "Furry Happy Monsters" on Sesame Street. I LOVE it!

Like a Candle in the Wind

2008-05-20T14:09:00.000-07:00

My very good friend, Martha, passes away yesterday.

Martha was a fun, funky, spirited lady of 81 (even though she never acted her age :)) and all around craftster. She was always making Pooh Bears or some kind of scrapbooking craft, and when she wasn't crafting, she was cooking. Every year for my Grammy's birthday she made a carrot cake for her; and when she would drop it off and I'd answer, she'd always say, "Oh, Erin! I have a cake for your grandma, but you can have a peice, too!" always in the sweetest way. And then we would all sit and talk for an hour.

We were always making things. The very last thing I made for her was this hat:

She was suffering from brain cancer, and after her surgery and radiation, she had no hair left.
For one week, I pored my heart and soul into that hat, and then finaly, Grammy and I went to see our dear Martha.

When she opened the hat, she looked so happy and proud and when she popped it on her head, it was the best she had looked in months. She looked well. We sat and talked for half an hour before I had to go to the doctor. I'm glad I got one last kiss for her in there.

The next day, Martha had a series of seizures and was hospitalized. On Wednsday, she was moved into hospise care. On church Sunday, the pastor told us that when he had seen her yesterday, we were talking a matter of hours, not days.

Martha passed away at 6:00am Monday, May the 19th.

I'm really going to miss Martha. I knew we wouldn't have her for much longer, but I truly thought that she would still be here for another month or two; she had been doing really well. And, as sad as I am, I'm also really releaved. I know exactly where my Martha is now and I know she's no longer hurting. I'm so happy for her; but so sad for all of her loved ones.

Funeral services are Thursday afternoon and visitation tomorrow evening. I was told to not be surprised if my hat was on her little head. I would like to see that. That way everyone will know just how much we loved each other.

If any of you are praying folk, please say a prayer for her family and all of the people she touched so gently and generously. She will be greatly missed.

I almost forgot...

2008-05-16T20:33:00.000-07:00

...why I hate being at my parents place while both of them are here.
I love them, really I do, but my mom needs to get off of her high horse and realize that the world doesn't revolve around.
I hate the way she treats my dad. He's a trial lawyer and usually has, at least, three or four cases at a time. He also has a home practice, so he’s self employed. So many hours he works. So many, to keep her happy. And all she says he does is sit in his office all day and ‘putz’ on his computer. When he’s not working, he’s being lazy.
He has some health concerns, like diabetes, sleep apnea, and a thyroid that doesn’t produce squat. She bitches about the price of the medication he’s on, but she’ll do the same if he’s not feeling well.
The latest whipping is about a due that he had to pay to the Trial Lawyers Association.

“Why do you have to pay that!?! What to they do for you!?!”
“There are cretin forms you need to be able to try a case”
“Well, can’t you just go to the store to get then!?!”
“You can’t get them their. There are very specific forms you need for different cases.”
“Can’t you just copy them!?!”
“I could, but it would be a lot of typing because every form is different for each case.”
“Well, why can’t you just do it without the forms!?!”
‘You can’t”
“So, you can’t practice law without them!?!”
“In a sense, no.”
“Well, that’s real fair! What do they do for you!?!”
“They protect the rights of lawyers like me.”
And it just got worst from there.

I know what her problem is. I have the diagnoses: extreme paranoia; borderline personality disorder, with extreme entitlement and mistrust filters; delusional disorder, with beliefs that he is in the utmost control. I’m not pulling any of this out of my ass, I have studied psychological abnormalities in great depth (and not from the internet, I have three psychology courses under my belt) and have undergone the treatment first hand.
One of her mindsets is “Sick people take medicine. If I don’t my medicine, I’m not sick.” so she won't get any help. And that’ doesn’t only apply to her. I was sitting in the bathtub filled 1/3 full with water bleeding from my wrists. I called my husband (then fiancé) letting him know and he called my mom. Se told me to clean up, think ‘happy thoughts’ and go to bed for the night. That I would feel better in the morning.
I love her, I really do; but I can’t really let her get too close to me. She’ll smother and destroy me.

Bacterial Blues

2008-05-16T13:11:00.000-07:00

Ya’ know the other day when I was at my folks with the bad allergies? Well, it turns out I have a bacterial infection in my upper bronchial. The other night, it was so bad that I spent all night (well, ‘till 2:30) in the bathroom steaming up the air. The 24 hr. nurses station said that Vicks Vapor Rub was out of the question.
So, after steaming myself like a hotdog, I finally brake down and go to the doctor. After all, I thought it was just allergies. He gets in, does the usual ‘hi, how are ya’’ thing and I go into it; deep raspy, hard coughing. The doc listens to my lungs and says that they aren’t crackling like with pneumonia, so that a good thing, but he says the way I’m coughing sounds like whooping cough.
He also said the whooping cough is unlikely. Our state may have 20 or 30 cases a year and then none for the next 2-3, and there haven’t been any cases reported this year. But just to play it safe, the good doc did a swab just to check. We’ll have the results next week.
In the meantime, I’m on a medicine to kick this bug in the arse. So far, it’s doing its job. I’m not coughing as much or as violent and I’m starting to cough some of that yucky crud up.
I just hope that Baby isn’t as miserable as I am.

Supprot Our Troops

2008-04-21T15:30:00.001-07:00

Tonight is the last time I get to see Lil' Bro and B for nearly 5 months. They're just finishing up tying up the loose ends and tonight, we all say good-bye. They leave tomorrow morning for basic training and IT, so I'll be at work and can't be there to see them off.
I'm not really worried, I mean, a little that by brother will open his mouth and get in trouble, but not too much. I'm just really going to miss them.
My brother and I have always been really close: and we're more alike than either of us will admit. We've been through a lot of the same things; adoption, going to school in 'The Hell Hole', dealing with my crazy mom (and not a good crazy). And B, she's so much like the sister I never had. She's the best thing to happen to Lil' Bro in a long time (not to mention, the only one of his girlfriends I liked, next to Bex). I love her, too, and am not as worried about her mouthing off a Sgt.
I've been giving the 'Support Our Troops' yard signs a lot of thought, and am working on an essay about my observations. Look for that soon.
So, to all on my non-existent and existent watchers out there, please keep Lil' Bro and B in your thoughts and prayers. But not just them; for every man and woman who chose to serve our country and for their families as well. Every soldier is someone’s little boy or girl, spouse, or mommy or daddy. Let us not forget any of them.

Bad Dreams

2008-04-01T08:53:00.000-07:00

Everyone knows how much my dog, Tobey, means to me. I joke about how my husband knows his place on the totam pole. But seriously, this little dog is a huge part of my life. So when I had this dream, I was mopy and moody all day yesterday.

I took Tobey to the vet for a routein check up, only it's not his vets office or his vet. It looked like a prison. When we're in the exam room, Tobey is fine and acting like his normal self, but the weird Dr. chick says that he's really sick and they can't do anything for him. she says that she's going to take in to a different room to give him some medican. Only, when she comes back, she told me that they had to put him down.
I'm really upset, as I should be. They put my baby down and I wasn't even there to say goodbye! They tell me to go up to the main desk to get some directions on what to do. When I'm up there, I ask if I can take Tobey's body so I can bury him. The lady tells me that they won't do that and I need to leave.
I'm having a fit by then! So I'm yelling and screaming at them to give me my baby and thereatinging to get the law involved; and they escort me out the back way. After getting up from the ruff landing, a dude in the back is picking up trash. I ask if he'll help me. He agrees, but says that it'll cost me. Ah, the wonders of hand knit socks!
So after my word that he'll have his socks in two weeks, he unlocks that area where Tobey is. And Tobey is alive! Well, alive, but really weak from some kind of drug they gave him, you can see where they shaved his leg for the IV. I quick wrap Tobey up in his special blanket and haul ass out of there! We run to my floks house and are planing a way to smuggle us up to Canada.

I have no idea where any of that came from! All I know is, it seemed so real that when I woke up and saw Tobey lieing next to me wagging his tail, I nearly cried.

In the Dog House

2008-03-21T10:16:00.000-07:00

Okay, so if anyone is following the NCAA tournament should know that my home state of Iowa made it. The Drake Bulldogs are playing as we speak, they’re broadcasting the game on a local TV station, and my mother is watching them. She. Is. Driving. Me. CRAZY!!!! She’s all yelling at the screen like if she hollers loud they’ll be able to hear her.
To make matters worse, my father is in radio and trying to record. That’s kind of hard when a crazy sports woman is hollering “COME ON!!!!” in the front room to players who are in Tampa, FL randomly.

Oh, and just to clear a few things up, I DO NOT live with my parents. I live close, but not with them. My hubby and I don’t have internet at our place so my folks let me come over sometime to use the ‘net. And, after ‘The Game’ my ma and I are going to hang. We get together like this alt least once a month, a ‘girls day’ you could say.

About Work

2008-02-29T12:43:00.000-08:00

I know that this may sound weird, but I love going to work.

Most people I know say they dread the time spend in a half sleep state, knowing that in five minutes their alarm is going to go off, they’ll have to drag their not-yet-awake carcass out of bed to get ready for another day at the salt mines.
I will admit, there are days where I would rather sleep a little longer than get up at 6:30 in the morning, but it seems that after I feed Tobey and pick out the shirt I’m going to wear, I’m mostly awake and ready to go. I work at a cookie shoppe.

Not don’t get the idea that it’s all smiles and sunshine and lollypops in a cookie shoppe, it’s not. To be honest, there is a lot of drama going on right now. There are five girls who work there including me: two decorators, one baker, on Tuesday’s one making dough, and me who arranges the cookies on wooden sticks in a container and takes the orders. The baker and I get along really, really great, but the decorators are real, how shall I put it nicely, heinous bitches.
They gossip about you when you’re five feet away, sabotage your work and whine when they don’t get their way. The thing that really frosts me is, the boss man lets them get away with everything. They’re especially heinous to the baker.

With the decorators aside, I really like work. I tolerate the decorators. I’ll be civil to them and I’ll help them out… only if boss man asks me, but I don’t have to like them. The boss man is fun, the dough maker is really, really nice and kind, and the baker is crazy like me. I also get to work with the after-school girl once in a while, and she’s really sweet as well (she’s also cute as a bug in a rug!).

I like being able to take orders form people, weather it be over the phone or face-to-face. I love the interaction. It’s really interesting to see what they’re going to order and why. I like being able to use my creativity to help them design a personal arrangement by arranging them or, on occasion, decorating the cookies. True, there are some of those Darwin Award people who call in (like today I spent 10 minutes trying to explain the difference between a bouquet arrangement and a basket arrangement), but they’re not as often as you’d think. Plus, a little challenge never hurt anyone.

But the best part of work is being able to prove to the world, but most impotently myself, that I can do it. I have several chronic illnesses that can be crippling to the mind and body. After years of hearing ‘No, you can’t!’ all around me, I can finally hear the ‘Yes, I can!’ from inside me. I get out there and show a world that believes people with my diagnoses cannot hold down any kind of job and are better left in an institution that, I am a valued member of society. And, slowly, one-by-one, the people who thought that this could never happen are standing next to me cheering me on.

True, I don’t want to be in a cookie shop forever, it’s a really good start. Go check out cookiesbydesign.com to see all of our 300+ arrangements, shoppe locations, pricings and ordering information. I’m in every Tuesday and Friday and throughout the as needed. And trust me, they’re really good cookies!

Tobey Update

2008-02-06T12:20:00.001-08:00

Tobey is fine. Hooray!

The vet called me around 10:30am yesterday and said that, since he got into some chocolate chip cookies over the weekend, the chocolate gave him a nasty case of gastritis. So no killer doggy germ! YEA! He even got to come home the same day!

He was a little dehydrated, so the vet people gave him a fluid IV and some other IV medications. He’s now on a special dog food to help this stomach get back on track and he’s also on a medication to help regulate his, well, um…poop.

The one thing that is concerning me a bit is he won’t take water. I mean, he is drinking, but not water. We’ve been giving him a mix of water and milk and he drinks that fine; but when I show him a water dish, he backs away, almost like he’s scared of it. We’ll work on the water thing in a few days, right now, I’m just glad he’s getting fluids.

I feel so relived! If we lost him… I’m just glad he’s doing better.

Tobey Benjamin Mumm

Still kickin'!

God Must Hate Me

2008-02-05T07:40:00.000-08:00

Besides it being the month from Hell, all of the sh*t in the world has hit the fan.
First, about three-three and a half weeks ago, Na and I adopted a new dog. Well, he started getting aggressive with the other dog (who is literally, have of the other dogs size) and in the end ended up biting me and we had to put him down.
Okay, fine, I know that it had to be done. Plus, I wasn't that attached to him like I am my dog, who I've had for four years.

Well, now I'm faced with the possibility of loosing my little guy, too.

This morning, when I got up at six freekin thirty in the morning to get ready for work, I found that the little guy was roaming last night and left us diarrhea presents.
After cleaning them up and spraying the floor with the anti-doggy smell stuff, I got his breakfast ready. This is the real freaky thing, he didn’t touch it at all, and this is the dog who will eat anything. When I went into the bathroom to show Na, doggy boy vomited this white foamy crap and started shivering like he was cold.
By this point I’m freaking out. I call up the emergency vet clinic to see if they have any suggestions based on the symptoms I told them. Their advice was to get him to a vet RIGHT AWAY! The dude said it sounded like Canine Parvovirus, which can be fatal if not treated.
So we fly to the vets office and the baby is there now waiting for a doggy doctor to look at him and do all of the right test.

I’m really scared. This dog is more than a dog, he’s my baby! I don’t know what will happen to me if we loose him.

Bad News

2008-01-25T14:21:00.000-08:00

We have to put Koda down.
He and Tobey have been fighting really bad the past four or five days and so far, no one has been hurt.... until last night.

Na and I were playing cards on the front room floor where Tobey and Koda were chewing on bones. I pick up Tobey and put him on my lap and Tobey leaned over to pick up one of the bones. Koda jumpped on me and prceeded to try and mall Tobey! I grabbed Tobey and truned towards the sofa and He just kept fighting and Tobey was fighting back for dear little life and mine. Koda kept this up and got my hand in the process.... which was over Tobey's throght.
I sware, if Na wasn't there to rip him off Tobey or I, or both would have gotten hurt much more then we were... or worse.
Well, with the fight, Koda managed to brake the skin on my hand in three different places (one tear and two puncturs) and punctured Tobeys "cheek". When a dog inflicts a wond and tastes blood, that can ruin them for life. I knew a dog who got into a chickin coop and killed a few; after that he had major aggression issues and had to be shot.

I just feel horrible. Animals are one of my major soft spots. And to have to put one down over something so silly as a bone! It just doesn't seem fair. But in retrospect, it wouldn't be fair to have an agressive dog where there are small children in the neiborehood. Eighter way, it's a loose/loose sitchuation.

It's a Boy!

2008-01-17T11:54:00.000-08:00

Na and I just adopted a new baby into our family.

This is Koda a.k.a. Koda Monster. He's a one yea old Lab/Weim mix and is a spirited sprite. Na has always wanted a lab, and I've seen how good he is with our other dog, Tobey, I thought that it was time to open up our house to another puppy.

Now, I use the tearm 'puppy' very loosly. Basicaly any dog to me is a puppy... but Koda, he's all puppy. He's a wild boy and loves to play. Tobey, who is six and a lot more mellow, thinks that Koda is crazy. But, they're starting to get use to each other. Monday, Tobey was the one who started the play by mouthing Koda's leg. I was thrilled!

Just so you can tell the size difference:

and Koda isn't even done growing yet!

Right now, both boys are at home while I'm at my folks using the computer for buisness and pleasure. I'm really glad that Koda was kennal trained by his other momma, that way when I have to go somewhere, like work or somewhere else, I know the house won't be torn up and that the dogs won't kill each other.

I love my boys!