Sunday, December 28, 2008

Sending an S.O.S to the world.

Does Hero look adequately ashamed?
Ok, so maybe S.O.S was a bit strong- though the poor Petco employees might feel that "Save Our Store" is completely applicable.
It's More like STP - Stop the Pee.
Anyway, I know there is a wealth of greyhound experience to be tapped out there and I would prefer a "flood" of information to the flood we experienced Saturday (see previous post).
Hero has not had any "accidents" in our house since the first week he arrived 4 months ago. So it's not exactly an "indoor" potty training problem. It's a PETCO- potty training problem. The funny thing is that he honestly is NOT a big "marker"- magic or otherwise - (sorry).
A couple of people have suggested that it maybe a sign that he was "stressed". If so, how does one go about desensitizing Hero without inducing some sort of ptsd (post-tinkle stress disorder) in all the employees of Petco?
Looking forward to your advice.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Putting the "P" in Petco.

Did you all get your 10% off coupons from Petco in the mail?
Well I did, and being that we needed filters for the aquarium's pump, and fish oil for the dogs, I figured there is no time like the present.
So after a good 20 minute romp in the backyard, off to Petco we go- Alaina (my 14 year old/ easily embarrassed daughter), Will (the 2 year old), Hero and I. (A motley crew to be sure). Now, I have taken Hero to Petco a couple times before, and he did lift his leg on a display (once) so I requested for Alaina to walk him around outside first. He watered one tree, and simply sniffed another, thus she decided that he was "done" and brought him inside. Now I DID ask her if she wanted responsibility for Hero or for Will, but she decided walking around Petco with a cool looking greyhound was better than chasing a hyperactive 2 year old- normally a safe bet---but not this time.

She caught up with me, and whispered "Hero just peed a huge puddle in one of the aisles".- Being that I believe in teaching my children to take responsibility and never to just walk away from a problem- I told her- "there are towels and cleaning spray at the end of some of the aisles- go clean it up!" Dutifully, she grabbed a handful of paper towels and returned to the scene of the crime. Now I have to admit, the next part I am reporting from her point of view because I was busy trying to keep Will from grabbing fish out of the fish tanks with his bare hands.

Alaina claims that she was pushing the paper towels around with her shoe (which happened to be very muddy from our romp outside)- thus just sort of smearing mud and pee all over the aisle. When a family came in the door and said something to the effect of "That's a big dog- and OH MY GOSH that's a lot of PEE!" This called sufficient attention to that aisle that 2 Petco workers came to her and said-"the mop will be here soon." To which my honor student daughter replies-"UHHH"- but continues to push the paper towels with her foot. So, they tried again, saying- "you don't have to do that, you know- the mop will be here soon". She finally decided to walk off, and ducked into the dog toy aisle at which time Hero felt it was time to make another puddle. I told her, "it's obviously time to take Hero out of the store". As she was heading for the door, another Petco worker stopped to admire Hero, and say what "a cool dog" he was. Alaina later commented that she was afraid Hero was going to pee on his leg- in which case she would have to throw paper towels at his legs, and tell him "Don't worry, the mop will be here soon".

No, we were not banned forever from the store, They do not even have our pictures posted on their wall of shame. But I don't think Hero is ready for indoor "Meet and Greets" yet.

And the next time Alaina mentions that she is "bored" I am definitely going to offer her a trip to Petco.

Friday, December 19, 2008

The night before Christmas retelling - Happy Holidays All

Dedicated to all you greyt bloggers out there-

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town
Not a creature was stirring, not even the hounds;
The stockings were hung by the chimney that night,
carefully placed ABOVE greyhound height;
The pups were all nestled on their Orvis round beds,
After a number of beads were removed-
just as Patti had said;
Douglas and I had just turned off the lights,
And had settled ourselves, to sleep for the night ,
When right downstairs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Straight down the stairs I flew like a flash,
Had Hero knocked over the tree, or gotten into the trash?
It was 50 degrees, and not one flake of snow
Weather like this, for Christmas just Blows!
I was surveying the scene, couldn't believe it was true,
When all of a sudden I heard a great ROO
I saw all these greyhounds, so lively and quick,
I thought it must be Jen,
- and could not be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles these coursers they came,
But he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now Riley! now, Reagan! Now Katie, and Tamale!
On Set, and On Dan, On Gypsey and Cali,
On Hoover, On Dana , On Bruno, and Roxie,
On, Ella! On, Wilma, On Belle and On Beau!
On Sugar, On Remi and On Lucy and Omo
On Dana, and Seka, On Stacker and Julie,
On Peanut, On Handy, On Drew and On Allie,
I’ve missed a few hounds, and I truly am sorry,
But don’t you think that it’s time I return to the story?
So there they were, all these greyhounds; wearing Santa Claus hats,
Faux reindeer antlers, jingle collars, you know, stuff like that
I saw a great “greyhound bus” and it really is true
He was there in the flesh- St. Nicholas too.
The hounds were prancing and pawing, with little play bows
yipping and leaping and spinning around
When all of a sudden down the chimney St Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, but now, let’s be fair ,
who of us gets away without wearing a bit of dog hair;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
There were stuffies and greenies and Kongs in his pack.
His nose was cold and wet, and it shined like some “bling”!
And his droll little mouth was drawn up, like a great chicken wing.
The beard of his chin was white, please don’t forget;
It didn’t look, one bit, like a beige shag carpet.
He was chubby and plump, really quite cute,
And Hero greeted him with the ol’ greyhound salute,
Instead of some cookies and milk in a cup,
He got a dose of “Grey Goose” from our sweet greyhound pup.
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He said not a word but went straight to his work
He filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
But when he laid his finger along side of his nose,
I had to believe Hero let an air biscuit go
Then giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
Just business as usual, for St. Nick, I suppose
He sprang to his sleigh, the hounds got a click and a treat,
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove down the street,
"Happy Christmas to all, It’s getting quite late
Happy Christmas to all- and I hope it is greyt.”

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Welcome to my world.

Ok, so this is a sort of bizarre post, I know. It's a peek into how my mind works (scary, huh?) . But being that most of my followers either own greyhounds or know someone who does, I'm guessing y'all won't be too shocked.
I mentioned in my previous post that Doug's cousins visited this weekend. It was a very nice visit, but I believe it is safe to say that they are not exactly "dog" people.
Thus Hero's greetings, regardless of how friendly his intentions, were not always that well received.
Add these memories fresh in my mind, with seeing this famous poster of dear "Norma Jeane" , stir well and voila-
you get this - bloggertini. Made with Grey Goosed :-)

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Superfreak lives and other Updates

A quick update, mostly because I think that my birthday tribute to Doug has had sufficient playtime ;-)
First of all, Super freak lives. Amazingly, enough our little Cory Catfish has beaten the odds and has so far avoided being an appetizer for our monster cichlid Mr. T. He has grown to little more than an inch long, so I guess there is a possibility that Mr. T. simply doesn't care for the taste of catfish.
In fact, every one of the fish we bought last trip has survived - I know, I've probably jinxed it now, but lets just hope it's one of those Christmas miracles.
Speaking of Christmas miracles- Look the Christmas elves finally finished with our Christmas decorations. Just in time for a wonderful visit with Doug's cousins from N.J. this weekend.
So far Hero has not mistaken the Christmas tree for his very own indoor "potty". I hope our luck holds out.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Happier thoughts

Twenty-two years, 4 months, and 10 days ago, I met this quirky, kind of quiet, but (I was soon to find out) pretty determined, 25 year old guy. He was always up for anything: from Tarot card readings, to SQUARE dancing (yes, emphasis on the word square), to horse back riding (though I later found out he had never been on a horse before). Throughout the years he has constantly surprised me with his bravery (from that 1st horseback ride,- to being willing to take on not only me, but the job of raising our 5 kids), and he is famous for his boundless generosity. (And I'm not just saying that because Christmas is coming :-) There is no denying that while the years have been less than kind to me, each year he gets just keeps getting better looking .
So, Happy Birthday to my best friend in the whole world. (yes, Debbie gets second place;-) You're the best!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Alphabet soup and some whine.

I believe this post may best be taken with alcohol.
The same post has remained on my blog for just about a week.
I have been M.I.A.

Missing In Action?

No, More like:
Managing Interior Anarchy

This is what my living room usually looks like:

This is what my living room currently looks like:

Yup, you guessed it, that wonderful, magical, time of the year, of decorating for Christmas.

A time when my DH pulls dozens of dusty cardboard boxes containing tangled Christmas lights, garlands, wreaths, ornaments, etc. out of the attic, And then leaves them all in the middle of the living room, Waiting I believe, for the Christmas elves.

( Who, as everyone knows- are related to the sock fairy, who picks his dirty socks off the floor , washes them, and puts them back in his drawer)

Anyway, these Christmas elves, it seems, come in the middle of the night, empty all those boxes, put up all those garlands, wreaths, and the tree, and stack the boxes, to be stored in the garage.

My Christmas elves were the victims of downsizing apparently.

I have been waiting to blog till I have an AFTER picture to post. I do have some pride (not much, but some...)

One small problem
I have 2 kids home sick

I don't know which is the more difficult patient , the two year old or the 14 year old. But needless to say my decorating is going more slowly this year.

More alphabet soup

H.O. A.

I leave it to you to come up with a witty phrase the best I could come up with was

Highly Opinionated a$$#*les

We received a "courtesy" letter today. Requesting :

1) that parents be at the bus stop with their children to supervise them and keep them quiet, because they are being too noisy. There is 1 neighbor who works nights in the neighborhood, and she has been complaining to the HOA because: when the 15 elementary school aged children stand on the corner (for no more than 15 minutes) they wake her up.

Now bus pick up time is 8:30 AM., not exactly falling during the time for any legal noise ordinance. ( And yes, I can see the bus stop from my window). Yet I am still supposed to bundle up my sick 2 year old and stand out in the cold with my 8 & 10 year old (these are not kindergartners we are talking about) to assure that she is not bothered for 15 minutes?!

(I wonder if the garbage men received a similar letter?)

And 2)the letter is a complaint because there are toys in our front yard. I kid you not. 2 toy dump trucks, a trike and a scooter at the time of the complaint. Goodness, obviously "Sanford and Son" have nothing on us. Good thing they can't see my living room.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

What is this?

A) A replica of Stone Henge made out of Dixie cups
B) A rare Feng Shui cure for stopping bad luck/ evil spirits from coming up out of your drain
C) Proof that one of my children is hiding several small (and apparently very thirsty) children (and/or aliens- think E.T.) in their closet. (If you have seen their closets, your choosing this answer is completely understandable)
D) a decorative display of my rare and valuable collection of Dixie cups circa 2008
E) proof that I am not above using the Internet to try to embarrass my children into cleaning up after themselves.
If you said E- you are right. If you said C- you may be right- I will let you know when (and if) the search party ever returns.
Honestly, Will (age 2) had Nothing to do with this.
This was entirely the result of my other 4 children (ages 19, 14, 10, and 8 !) getting ready for school/ work this morning. And YES there is a garbage can 2 inches to the left of the sink.
And you thought greyhounds were hard to train?!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

art imitates life

One of the many perks of being a mom is that whenever the kids get bored, I can pull out the arts and crafts supplies and then join right in (and believe me, I do). I am not above coloring in coloring books (crayons, not markers, please! After all, serious artists have to be able to blend and shade -LOL), but one of my favorite mediums has to be "Sculpey" polymer clay.This is my first attempt at a greyhound (I don't have the proportions quite right yet). I hope you have not been blinded by the rug/slipcover combination in this picture.- This is our "dog" cover the one covered in dog hair- that gets pulled off at the last minute whenever company comes. :-)

Friday, November 28, 2008

Sleeping it off

I don't know how the rest of you spent "Black Friday". But this is how Will and Hero recover from Thanksgiving Day.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving

Do you all know the song "All that I'm Allowed" by Sir Reginald (also known as Elton John ;-)?
It says
"I'm thankful, so thankful, I'm thankful that I have all that I'm allowed".
I think that is appropriate for today.
Of course so is Adam Sandler's Turkey song
So is:

Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
Ben Franklin

I feel the same way about dogs-
That dogs are proof that God loves us, and wants us to be happy...
Of course adopters and fosters (and chicken backs??) are also proof that God loves the hounds and wants them to be happy too.

Enjoy all ;-)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Yoga Guru

Good Morning, Everyone! Time for your morning stretches to start the day off right.

I think that Hero should start leading morning Yoga classes.

Please note, I have absolutely no experience with Yoga myself. But it has struck me that the positions that Hero not only gets himself into- but actually seems the most comfortable in, are strikingly similar to standard Yoga poses.

Proof of reincarnation?? Just an innate ability ?? I will let you be the judge.

OK, Yes, I know that downward facing dog is a gimmie.

But what about this one?

This one is actually called the Hero pose!

Have a great day all!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Playing the game

There has been a game going around of making up sentences/ definitions for the verification words.

I have a pretty good collection, which I offer for Leslie's book
(release date-tba). lol
"The kids must have gotten into the coaffe again, because they put a minadogi (a Chihuahua I think) in my dresser drara, then had the nerve to tell me-" that's some nisaunwr and socks you got there." ooo..kill i !! Why they would do such a thing would mestifi anyone!"

Monday, November 24, 2008


Thank you all for your name suggestions and encouraging words.
So far so good, the little Cory Cat made it through the night, as did Boodest, Puldeff, and Bumcroft. (Just kidding, my kids didn't buy into these names for the Giant Danios for some odd reason- sorry guys- no accounting for taste you know!) But the little Cory Cat is mine, I get to name it whatever I want.
I was quite taken with Stephen's comment/suggestion, though I am undecided whether the name should be Rick James or simply Superfreak ;-)
I hope you are not all planning to report me to PETA (or would it be PETF??) for putting little "superfreak" in the tank with Mr.T, But for the record we have found several sites that claim that " electric yellow Labidochromis caeruleus are some of the most docile african cichilds".
I believe this means they will only eat other fish that actually fit in their mouths.
great mohawk , no?

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Fingers crossed

3 years ago when we finished our basement we installed a 45 gallon fresh water fishtank, built directly into the wall. Of course our tank has seen it's fair share of inhabitants come and go. Gill, our angelfish (named after that tough angelfish in "Finding Nemo") is actually one of it's original residents.
We also have a Labidochromis cichlid (named Mr. T) who was no larger than a molly when we first got him, he is a monster now. And he has come under suspicion several times when some of his smaller tank mates have mysteriously disappeared never to be seen again.
A few weeks ago the number of fish in our tank reached an all time low of 4 members! Mr.T, Gill, our Pleco (named Hannibal)-(yes, as in the A-team characters- NOT Silence of the Lambs)and an Archer fish named creatively enough Archie. Well, we finally got around to stopping at the fish store today and picked out 5 new fish. Three giant Danios- chosen in the hopes that they would not be as tempting to the cichlid, 1 diamond tetra, and 1 cory cat. Unfortunately the Cory Cat is very small (about 1/2 inch). Hopefully he will grow very fast :-)
Names for the new fish are still under discussion. (Feel free to make suggestions).
(and please no suggesting "Sushi" for my poor little Cory Catfish)

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Guilty pleasures.

I am certain I am not the first one to put this out there (as a meme or otherwise). But as I have already mentioned, I am a blogging newbie so please, bear with me.
In these days of stress, economic uncertainty, and the overall expectation to do more and more, with less and less. We all need quick and relatively inexpensive ways to refill our emotional gas tanks. Day to day mini-vacations as it were. After all it is so easy to get overwhelmed with doing what we HAVE to do, that we can end up running on empty...or at least I don't think it's only me ;-)
So my question to everyone out there, is what are your guilty pleasures? The things that aren't really practical per se, perhaps to others they may be seen as unnecessary, (perhaps even a little decedent), but they are the little things that help make getting through the day ( a little- or maybe a lot) easier.

My first guilty pleasure is chatting on the phone, A LOT. Being that most of the people, who are really close to me (husband and children excluded of course) are actually far away from me, location-wise. And somehow I need conversation more stimulating than my 2 year old can provide, just to stay awake during the day! Especially while doing the mind numbing chores that need to be done around the house.
Guilty pleasures 2 and 3 are rather along the same lines.
Starbuck's caramel macchiato.
I had never had any Starbuck's coffee until my oldest son started working there, now I'm hooked. I tend to stay away from anything chocolate (it gives me a headache), so this is my sugary sweet treat (and a great pick me up when I just can't keep my eyes open any longer). And of course when I REALLY can no longer keep my eyes open I have been known to indulge in a nap while my youngest son is napping. All the better if I have a furry pup snuggled up against me!
So how 'bout all of you? Any guilty pleasures you would be willing to admit?? I promise not to tell.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Have you seen this picture?

This is an authentic photograph -- or rather, composite of photos -- taken by NASA's Hubble Space Telescope of the Helix Nebula.
People are calling it "The Eye Of God".
There is a virus/(chain) e-mail going around saying that you should make a wish on it... So I thought that it was an appropriate post after the meme- (after all we all have great big wishes/dreams, right?). And even if it can't grant wishes, I still think it is a pretty cool picture.


Addie sent me on trek through some of her past posts. I am still a Blogger Newbie, and there is still so much I don't know. I am awfully glad she did, because I found her "wordle" post. I had to try it for myself.

Wow, that is pretty much me in a nutshell- and that is where we nuts belong ;-)
I only think God and laundry should be bigger!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Six more things- meme

Ok, so Addie tagged me, and the topic is 6 things I would change if money was no object....
Wow! 6 things? Even magic lamps only give 3 wishes.

#1 is EASY. - Get the heck out of Dodge.
No, No, not out of my Dodge Caravan- though that would probably happen too. But to MOVE! I have been living in the Washington DC/ Virginia area for 20 years (I am a transplanted New Yorker- do not hold it against me), and in all that time, it has never been a comfortable fit for me(though I do say y'all now). Hard to say where we would end up, - It's not that I want to move back to New York, -(though upstate N.Y. Is lovely). It's just that I want to live somewhere where the pace of life is slower, where there is less traffic (where a 20 minute commute to work is considered long), where people share my values,
"Where everybody knows your name".....Alex breaks into the Cheer's theme.
#2 Is more like 1B
Buy (or build) a big house on several acres of land/ (big fenced back yard). Even better-
We could design it ourselves . A mud room, a laundry chute- a laundry room with 2 washers/dryers, 7 bedrooms- 1 for each child, a big master bedroom with a fireplace and french doors to a balcony for Doug and I- AND a guest room, so my parents don't have to sleep on the pull out couch when they visit (with the dogs for company).
#3 Give more money to charity- Lots of different charities, I know that this should have been number one- but hey, I'm being honest here.
#4 Charity begins at home, fix up my parents and my sisters houses- plus money put aside so they could do whatever they wanted.
#5 adopt more greyhounds
#6 Do my part to stimulate the economy by hiring LOTS of domestic helpers... People to help with the dogs, people to help clean the bathrooms, people to keep those 2 washers and dryers running. And as God is my witness I would Never cook again....
Hey, you asked ...
Tag : Gerry, BrittBeah, Anna, Jennifer, Katrina, and Kathy your up......

A retelling of a very familiar story

On the first day, God created the Greyhound.
On the second day, God created man to serve the Greyhound.
On the third day, God created all the little furry animals of the Earth to serve as potential food for the Greyhound.
On the fourth day, God created the tennis ball so that the Greyhound could retrieve it (or not).
On the fifth day, God created veterinary science to keep the Greyhound healthy and the man broke.
On the sixth day God created the couch/and or doggie bed (depending on which translation you believe) on which the greyhound could recline
On the seventh day God rested, but Adam and Eve had to walk the greyhound.

Then Adam & Eve, were banished from the garden, no longer dwelleth therein to serve the Greyhound, and the garden of Eden was soon full of poop and craters that the greyhound had dug. So it came to pass that God had to clean the mess up Himself. And God was displeased.

When it so happened that, Moses asked that the Israelites might be released from their bondage in Egypt and journey to the Promised Land. God sayeth unto Moses, "The Promised Land shall be yours, but you must take the Greyhound with you.

And so it came to pass that the Israelites wandered for 40 years in the wilderness, waiting for the Greyhound to go potty, mark every bush and sniff every blade of grass in its domain.

And the Greyhound was fruitful and multiplied.

The people were taken by the comliness and manner of the Greyhound, but they were sorely distressed. "Lord" they cried out, "The Greyhound is an attractive and sweet creature, but there are so many, what shall we do?"

And God sayeth unto the people, "Ye are a cursed people and shall be known as adopters! Thy yards shall be barren of grass. Thy dwellings shall overflow with dog beds, squeaky toys and Greyhound kitsch. Thy carpets shall be forever stained. Thy vet bills shalt be large and thy lives forever ordered around by the Greyhound. And thy minds shall be muddled, as thou shalt treat thy Greyhounds as thy do your human offspring."

And Adopters begat Fosters. And Fosters begat Adoption Groups. And Adoption Groups begat Bloggers. And Bloggers begat Discussion Groups. And Discussion Groups begat Gatherings. And Gatherings begat Vendors. And Vendors begat a wardrobe for the Greyhound. And the Greyhound was spoiled.

God looked down on this and was pleased.

Based loosely on a version by
(Brett Weeks.)

Beating a dead horse

Still on the subject of the Demeter's scents... (no, they do not have a "Dead Horse", though they do have saddle and "riding crop"-...but I digress).
I was thinking they should have a scent called "teenage boy's bedroom" (somewhat similar to dead horse I suppose)- anyone else with me out there?? I think it would be extremely curative for empty nest syndrome!
1 spray and you are completely over being nostalgic..

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Fascinating (well to me anyway)

Today I found what I consider to be one of the most fascinating websites/ companies.

How many of you out there are familiar with the Demeter fragrance library?

This company manufactures colognes, body lotions, room sprays, candles, etc. But they are not content to carry just the usual; ordinary, run of the mill, fruity or flowery fragrances...

But I am getting ahead of myself,

First some background...
I stumbled upon their site because my 10 year old daughter was mentioning how much she loved the smell of marshmallows, And how she wished she could make her pillow smell like that.

I have been known to spray our linens with my cologne, and I thought, surely there is either a room freshener or a body spray out there somewhere that smells like marshmallows (and wouldn't that be a "sweet" (pardon the pun) surprise for her).
A Quick search on Google- and up pops the Demeter company (a limited number of their more mainstream products/scents are sold on QVC), but unfortunately no marshmallow on QVC.

Ok, so lets look directly at the company's site.
And I am SOOO glad I did.

Yes, they have marshmallow, vanilla ice cream, birthday cake, and a plethera of candy scents. They also have some odder names that could just be a perfume's name (not necessarily the actual scent) .... Among these I would say are: Bonfire, Firefly, Holy Water, and Dirt.

But it gets much better my friends:

Ok, so these Could also just be odd names. You know "Urban Decay" sort of names. But NO if you read the site, mildew is SUPPOSED to smell like the genuine article- like mildew. Dust like dust. Turpentine like paint thinner (oh, and there is one called paint too I believe- in case you need to make your house smell like it has just been freshly painted.) I am not sure why anyone would need this one:

But my favorite has to be

Sunday, November 16, 2008

On the lighter side..

Being that trying to move Mt. Laundry-more, doing dishes, fighting with kids over homework, food shopping , cooking, and general house-drudgery does not the interesting blog make....I offer for your consideration the following:

Top 5 ways that men and greyhounds are alike:

1. Both take up too much space on the bed.
2. Both mark their territory.
3. Neither tells you what's bothering them.
4. Both have an inordinate fascination with women's crotches.
5. Both fart shamelessly.

and in the spirit of fairness

Top 5 reasons why a greyhound is better than a wife

1. Your greyhound's parents will never visit you.
2. A greyhound loves when you leave your clothes on the floor.
3. your greyhound will not get mad at you if you forget its birthday.
4. your greyhound does not care about the previous dogs in your life.
5. The later you are, the happier your greyhound is to see you.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Say What?????

Mom, look! Hero has a heart on.....What??
A heart- on his leg.
oh yes, some of his spots do look like hearts.
Talk about your random statements....

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Food for thought

Well, ok, maybe more like the equivalent of "junk food" for thought.

I was thinking today "what is one's most precious possession"?

First to come to my mind were: my wedding ring, my photo albums, and the necklace my grandmother gave me- things that are IRREPLACEABLE.

Now, Now, no saying "the pups/ hounds", out there, because we all know that they are not possessions; Roommates? yes, friends, even adopted family,

in some cases, our domestic helpers-( physical trainer, therapist, bodyguard) in other cases (you know who you are) more like our employers- as we are their; nursemaids, chefs, doormen.

But what made me think about this, was the fact that my dishwasher died...

I will not dwell on the cause (other than to say that someone with a y chromosome ran it last :-)

I know that your dishwasher was probably NOT what came to mind when I said most precious possession, but you try doing all the dishes for a family of 7- (8 when my son's girlfriend eats over) and see if that perception doesn't change.....

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Another Confession

Confessions have been flying fast and furious around these blogs for the last couple of weeks. Rather like the Saturday before Easter ( don't get it ?- never mind, it's a Catholic thing).

Well I have a confession too,

Hi, my name is Alex and I am a greyhound adoption page troll.

I love to look at all the adoption groups "available hounds". Not only our local groups, mind you- I have been known to look at groups clear across the country. Forgive me, Hero, for I have lusted in my heart- lol.
It's just that one of the wonderful things about greyhounds is that they do come in so many different "flavors". Not only in color (and ear formation ;-) but in personality. One of these days I really DO want to get one of them, there, "velcro" dogs. Because while Hero is greyt; he is LOVELY to walk on a leash, and puts up with Pepsi like a pro- he is REALLY independent. If it isn't dinnertime or time for a walk he would just as soon have his "space". Now that may change as he adjusts, but if not........

Monday, November 10, 2008

we're all ears

I LOVED this post

But I still say there are "flying nun" ears too :-) Of course maybe I'm the only one old enough to get the reference....

Self Expression

Please do not start a fund raiser to buy Will coloring books.
We really do have DOZENS. But as you can see, like mother like son- we both color outside the lines, outside the box (even clear off the paper.)