Penny and Roo

After we brought Casey home we needed to find a vet.  Several people recommend good ones close to home.  A co-worker of my husband suggested we try the vet she uses.  It was not close to us but she said they are worth the drive.  I called to make an appointment.  I was pleased with the way they handled the call and me! 😉  Being a first time pet owner, as an adult, I had a lot of questions.  They were extremely patient with me.  For which I was grateful!  Since the first phone call we, Casey, Dallas and their humans, have become very comfortable with the staff at Duluth Animal Hospital.

Not only the staff but some of their own pets.  Yes, they are allowed and seemingly encouraged to bring their pets to work.  There are two pets that have recently become celebrities in their own right.  Let me introduce you to Penny the Silkie chicken and Roo the Chihuahua.

Roo is happy to share his bed with Penny!

Roo is happy to share his bed with Penny!

Here is a link where you can read about their story.  I will tell you a little bit about my experience with them.  I have to admit I have never been a fan of the Chihuahua’s.  My Aunt had one when I was a young girl.  That dog was mean!  So I associated the nastiness with the whole breed.  Not fair, I know.  Well, then I met Roo.  He begs to be picked up, when you do he snuggles in and wiggles about to find just the right spot in your arms.  He looks at you with those beautiful eyes and you just melt.  You can’t help but fall in love with him!

Penny walks around making sure everything is in order!  She loves when people come in to see her.  She is so soft and does not seem to mind being petted by young and old a like.  She tolerates people like me introducing her to their animals.  Casey was not real sure what to do with Penny.  She sniffed her feathers.  Penny clucked…not sure it was a “cluck” per-say but it was a noise Casey had never heard before!  Casey just watched her and Penny went about her day as usual.

Fun in the snow!

Fun in the snow!

This was taken when Atlanta had the snow and ice storm.  Just two friends checking out the white stuff.  Thankfully Roo did not get stuck.  If he had I have no doubt Penny would have pushed him out of the snow drift!

Penny checking to see if Roo is feeling better.

Penny checking to see if Roo is feeling better.

Here you can see how much they care for each other.  Roo was sick last week.  Penny is, well, behaving like a mother hen and making sure he is okay! 🙂  What a beautiful friendship these two have with each other.  I find it so cool I can witness this first hand every time we visit the vets office.  Which…by the way…is tomorrow!




A little grumpy tonight. Fed up with the way people act like they are entitled, are rude and have no respect for anyone. Then get appalled if someone treats them badly. I am tired of customer service having gone to hell in a hand basket (yes I am feeling that old) over the last several years. I am irritated that being a good, loyal customer means nothing anymore.

THEN I stopped…and think to myself how petty I am being. I woke up this morning with my family safe, a roof over my head, food in my pantry and all of us relatively healthy. I did not have to clear debris from my land. Attempt to salvage what little bit of my life I could find in the rubble that was once my home. I did not mourn the loss of a friend, family member, neighbor or a beloved pet.

There are times you just need to stop and put things in perspective!

New Addition

Back in January I did a post about having “doggy blues”.  Since then I have been checking the shelter site almost daily looking at the dogs.  I also started looking at dog rescues.  I found one that I kept going back to…on a daily basis.  It just seemed different from the others I had briefly looked at.  The name of the rescue is, Lake Lanier Humane League.  They had great descriptions of the animals available.  It really gave you and idea of the dogs personalities.  There were three dogs that caught my attention.  I decided to fill out an application.  What could it hurt.  Not like I had to actually adopt a dog.  However, it is always nice to be prepared.  At least this is what I told my husband as I sat filling out the paperwork! 😉

I received a phone call from the foster mom of two of the dogs I was interested in.  The third dog had been adopted.  I spoke with Crystal, the foster mom, for almost an hour.  I decided on one dog I really felt I needed to meet.  On Friday, April 5th my son and I headed to a local Pet Smart.  There we met with the  foster family and the dog.  The dogs name is Casey.  She is just under a year old.  She is a boxer mix, a good ole Heinz 57 dog.  Casey is a timid dog.  We were warned about this while talking to Crystal.  Casey did not jump up on us wagging her tail in greeting.  She did however sniff our legs and did not act like we were a threat.  For a timid dog these are all good signs.

On Saturday, April 6th my husband and I went to the adoption the Lake Lanier Humane League was having at the Pet Smart.  We spent time with Casey in the adoption room.  Once again there was no jumping all over us licking our face in glee.  But, she took treats from my husband, did not get upset when he held on to her leash and eventually laid down next to him and slept.  All good signs.  My slightly reluctant husband was no longer slightly reluctant!  He walked away from the adoption wanting to bring home a total of 4 dogs!

Tuesday, April 9th we had the home visit.  With Casey being a timid dog we were told there would be two home visits.  We were okay with that.  If she was going to become part of our family we wanted her to be comfortable and happy with us.  We got a wonderful surprise and were told that if she reacted the same way she had during the other times we had met her we would be allowed to go ahead with the adoption!

Let me introduce Ms. Casey!








I love when my daffodils bloom.  It makes the yard look so pretty.  I especially like the color against this red plant.  I have no clue what said red plant might be.  That might be a question for my friend, Michele, at The Salem Garden.   We did not do any of the planting in our yard.  I must admit we are garden challenged type of people!  Unfortunately the yard is getting to the point we are going to have to do something!


The yellow of the daffodils really does pop against the red and green!



These are the buds on our Bradford Pear Tree.  As the bloom I will post more pictures.  They produce a stunning flower.  However, the also produce a foul odor! We bought our home in the Spring.  I remember getting out of the car one day to allow the inspector into the house.  There was this horrible odor.  I just knew he was going to find a problem with the septic tank.  The second time I smelled the odor our Realtor was with me.  She made the comment about the darn trees smelling.  I thought she was joking and proceeded to take a whiff of the beautiful flowers on the tree.  Let’s just say I never made that mistake again! I am still baffled at how something so pretty can smell that bad!


Figuring things out

It is about high time I take a step back and figure out what I want from this blog.  I will be going about my normal day and think “OH, I should take a picture and write about that!”  Then something else catches my attention and taking a picture and blogging about it gets lost in that computer called my brain!  That is a scary and scattered place lately!

I am in desperate need of finishing up the things I must do so I can move on to the things I want to do.  Actually the “want to do” in some ways is a must do as well.  I have always been a firm believer that everyone needs to be creative.  When they are not they get lost.  Right now I am lost!  I am lost in housework (which I am horrible at), cooking (something I want to blog about), trying to find time with my husband, worrying about my mother’s health (several trips to Mayo and still no answers) and just trying to find the energy to get anything accomplished! ::::sigh::::  That should do it for the whining part of our program!

My promise to me is to blog something at a minimum 3 times a week.  That will help me to be focused.  It will give me a chance to be creative while I get my work table cleared and ready for some sewing.  Maybe even some jewelry making.  Definitely do some photography work!  Just talking about my projects gives me an added boost!

Feel better already!

Digging Out

It is stormy here in the state of Georgia.  To the West of where I live a tornado touched down.  There are tornado watches and warnings.  We have had a several weather watch, a wind advisory and flood watch since yesterday for our area.  Watch is what we have done.

I cancelled lunch plans for today.  Instead it is time to dig out my computer, craft, sewing room.  I have been putting things in here since my surgery in July without any rhyme or reason.  My piles of paperwork are getting deep enough I am not sure where anything is located anymore.  I have fabric stacked on my work table.  Several different projects in varying degrees of completion. New projects waiting to be removed from the shopping bag.  It is just a mess.

So while the storm does it’s thing, I will be doing mine!   Then maybe by the week end I can post some completed projects!

Mother/Son Relationship

I have been blessed!  I can not say this enough.  Tonight was one of those moments that I am reminded of how fortunate I am.

I go through bouts of insomnia.  Last night (Sunday into Monday) I went to bed at 8:30 Monday morning.  Two hours after my husband left for the airport.  I tried to sleep Sunday night but sleep was an elusive beast!  Today, Monday, was spent trying to get some sleep.  Phones were turned off.  Blinds were shut.  Eye mask was in place.  Shut brain off long enough to get some sleep.  Of course when I did wake I was still tired because now my routine was off.  I spent the day lounging.

My son got out of work around 6.  Instead of cooking I suggested we go out for dinner.  We decided to go to P.F. Changs.  This seems to be turning into “our place”.   It provides a nice place for us to catch up.  We each ordered a meal and then shared.  I heard about his day.  About the difficult customer that could not understand unless he wanted to attach a very long extension cord to his phone and/or his lap top he was not going to get service when he took his boat out.  We laughed about some of the funny comments an elderly woman made while my son worked on her cell phone.  Our topics went from our day to day operations to “What would you do if you won the lottery?” and everything in between.

Maybe because I am tired but I feel reflective…blessed…that I have the relationship I do with my son.  We spent almost 3 hours eating, laughing and talking.  I wish everyone had this kind of connection with their child.  I was lucky, am lucky, to have it with my parents.  I like my parents.  I liked my parents when I was a teenager and was not supposed to like them!  LOL

I am grateful that it carried on to the next generation.  I enjoy knowing the man my son has become.  He is well versed, intelligent, funny and thoughtful.  When I had surgery in July my husband was only able to take a week off from work.  Our son has had to pick up the slack from my being down.  He has had to take me to my therapy and doctors appointments.  He truly turned into my left hand!

I will finish with what I started with “I have been blessed”.

Good night (Lord willing) LOL

Doggy Blues`

You know how some women have the baby blues? Where all they can think of is having a baby.  How cute they are and how wonderful their lives would be if they could just have one more baby!  Everywhere they look the see the little bundle of joys cooing and looking all cute.  Well folks I am deep, and I mean D-E-E-P, in the doggy blues!  I want a dog!

When my husband and I got married I had an adult cat.  My husband does not like cats, has never liked cats and will never like cats.  He equates them to snakes!  Something that completely baffles me but that’s the way it is.  When we lived in our apartment Abby, the cat, lived with my parents.  When we bought our first home it was time for Abby to come home.  Much to the dismay (dislike) of my husband.  Our agreement was when Abby passed away there would be no more cats!  Ever!  ::::sigh::::

My husband is a dog person.  So one would think my wanting a dog would not be an issue.  Surprise!  It is an issue!  He does not and while the words have not come out of his mouth (yet) will not allow me to get a dog.  Now I am a grown woman.  Some of you might have balked at the word “allow”.  My husband and I have a lot of respect for each other.  He has never really told me no with the exception of a cat.  He has been my voice of reason on many occasions.  I have been his voice of reason on many occasions.  It is always done with respect, love and consideration for the others feelings.  Right now he is being the logical, reasonable one.  I am being the two year old, stomping her feet, pouting and grumbling around the house!  Maybe not that bad…on the outside.  But let me assure you, on the inside I am a toddler having a melt down! ::::giggle:::::

Especially after going to the Animal Shelter today to look at a dog for a friend.  Probably not the right place to go when in the throes of the doggy blues!  I meet this girl at the shelter.Shepherd Shelter

They think she is about a year and a half.  She was found stray.  Is very friendly.  My son and I actually spent some time in the bonding area with her.  She was very well mannered.  Seemed to have a lot of energy but not so much we could not keep up with her.  I honestly think she would be a good fit for our home.  Mr. Reason-Logic did not agree.  My 2 year old inner voice called him Mr. Poopy-Head. 😉

I know my husband is right.  I know eventually I will get past the doggy blues.  Perhaps what I need to do is just volunteer at the shelter.  That way I could have the fun of playing with the dogs and cats but still be able to go away for a week end without getting a babysitter!




I am afraid I have been MIA from my blog.  It seems since the holidays it has been one thing after another.  Mostly just being  ill.  My entire household is having issues getting back in the swing of things.  Granted we have all had one form of illness or another.  Today I woke up feeling nausea’s and the headache that has been lingering for days is making itself known!  I thought I was doing better but apparently my body feels differently.  I think today may be a dry toast and ginger ale day.

Maybe a day with my feet propped up reading my book will help.



Well it appears to be that time of year for me again. The hustle and bustle of the holidays are over. I let my guard down and BOOM! Maybe COUGH …SNIFFLE …ACHOO are better words to describe the sounds of my home!  I did the same thing last January. Unfortunately it lasted until February!

My husband had been sick before the holidays. He started his vacation with a pretty bad cold. This from the man who never gets sick. I continued to take my vitamins, drink my water and avoid the germs. He was doing better by the time our company arrived.

Our company included my mother in law, sister in law, her husband and 6 month old baby girl. I could not wait to get my hands on the baby. Who smiled and cooed from her car seat. I let everyone else unload the car while I helped her escape from her car seat. What do I get for my good deed of offering her freedom from the seat she had been in for the last 8 hours? She promptly coughed…then sneezed all over me! :::sigh::: Still I did not get sick.

Then everyone leaves. We get in our truck to drive 6 hours to our friends. They live on 400 acres in the Panhandle of Florida. We get there in time for a wonderful dinner, a couple drinks before we head to the hotel for some rest. I wake up the next morning feeling like someone had run over me while I slept! My voice was raspy, my throat felt like I had swallowed a cactus (at least what I think it would feel like if one swallowed a cactus!), I could not breath and I had a cough.

I am still pretty miserable. The whole not being able to breathe through my nose is becoming an issue. I am hoping another day of medicine and rest will get be back to some kind of normal. Whatever that might be!

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