Saturday, September 17, 2011

Why Keep a Pet?

They are a joy and pain in the neck all bundled together. If you are single they supply some affection and annoyance that we all need. I say this laughing...we all need something to break the monotony of the routine. We also need something to build patience because when you are single you can get so set in your ways that there is no room for change and how will you accept someone into your life if you are not used to change in your own?

Talking about annoyances, Ginger is still being toilet trained and I could write a book about how bothersome that is or the Rollercoaster Ride of Toilet Training, but no...I just discovered another problem. I like going to the back yard in the evenings and enjoying the cooler temperatures, listening to the birds, stretching out, and sitting under the shade with a nice cup of iced tea. It is a lovely time where I can read a book and relax. Ginger can run around in circles, get her exercise, poop, and occasionally come around to wag her tail when not finding something curious to chase among the periwinkle. That is not the problem! She has taken to digging holes and eating DIRT!!!! In fact she will eat dirt, grass, twigs, leaves, poop, anything! Not only is this annoying but I assume she is eating a couple of parasites as well. Anyway, if you all have any suggestions of how to get her to stop eating dirt, which is my primary concern, all your ideas are welcome.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Saying Goodbye to Another Friend



I just realized Mesha is up in heaven with Pup. It is a consolation. She was a character that loved to startle me running out from behind a hidden spot to rush right in front of me...of course she was bored to death after spending the whole day indoors. Of all her quirks that was the only thing that ever really bothered me about her. The rest of her mistakes and accidents all came from being ill. She was the most patient of creatures and I really didn't deserve her. For example, she never bothered me when I was painting. In fact she would sit quietly in the hallway while I painted easily for hours in my studio while she perched calmly or napped. Recently, she had changed her meowing schedule to when I was finished with Ginger, to then scratch on the glass door for me to feed and give her a little attention. What a sweetheart. Other times she was great entertainment. She loved to smell the flowers. She enjoyed looking up curiously at birds, and chase every lizard no matter that they weren't attractive. In fact last week she left one skinny black one next to the glass sliding door for me as a gift.

About six months ago she got a urinary track infection that just wouldn't go away. Treatment after treatment, did nothing for her and she just didn't get better and two days ago, I was out in the backyard with her and Ginger. She loved relaxing out there but I could see her suffering, and I had had enough. Enough strength to say that was enough for her. I couldn't bear seeing her suffering like this anymore. So I made the hard decision to put her down.


I know it was the best and she is no longer suffering. I just didn't know it would hurt so much. I miss her. May she rest in peace.


I always said I wasn't a cat person, but she never believed me.

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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Artsy Jewelery

Wearable art. Artsy jewelry found at ETSY.com



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Sunday, September 11, 2011

Tenth Anniversary of 9/11

Reading inspirational updates;


we will not forget the courage and


nobility of those


who faced


and wrestled


against evil that day .


Lord we ask you to comfort


the families who lost loved ones and


Lord give us all your peace.


In Jesus name.


Amen.

Our Hope and Trust

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow

of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my

fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” ...You will not fear the terror of

night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in

the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. - Ps. 91