FETCH for a Cure

Happy Dogs on Thursday, little friday and Thankful Thursday.  Gretchen introduced FETCH a Cure on their blog already, so I’ll just share the items that caught my attention in the email that alerted us to the existence of such.

Sadly, Gg’s guilt trip isn’t going to work; we won’t be going tomorrow night, but I am going to explore and get to know the organization better and see if it is something we’d like to be affiliated with.  However, the art below is ALMOST enough to tempt me to change my mind…

Those caught my eye in a Virginia Living email yesterday and led me to click over and learn a bit about FETCH and their upcoming pet parade and auction.  I’d love to have any of those pieces of art, but I am especially torn between the bottom two… not that it matters since I’m not attending and there’s no online or proxy bid options that I can find.  Booo!

Are there any cool pet charitable events in your community?  I’ve seen a doghouse auction on another blog, and I have a local friend who hosts a pet food drive holiday party with her mom every year, but I’m curious… 

MugsySee…  We are pondering starting a canine – or pet – glaucoma charity.  Mugsy and I were well on our way to starting our own charity to provide support for pets with mobility issues and their owners, but sadly his spinal cord strokes took his life before we got that off the ground, and carrying on without his cheerful, determined spirit was too much for me.  (Why yes, I misted up just typing that.)

Abrupt transition to Thankful Thursday.  I’m thankful that the heatwave has broken, and if not this afternoon, tomorrow for sure, Sissy will get her MUCH NEEDED walk.  I’m thankful that we have had these precious, sweet dogs who have given us far more than they’ve required from us… and yes, our fur-kids tend to be high maintenance, but still, I stand by that statement.  I’m also thankful to be knitting again!

What are you thankful for today?

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A Dog’s Purpose

From the website of the same name

I’ve taken a few days between finishing the book and blogging a review, and I’m STILL not sure how I feel about this book.   Oh, it was touching, it sure was.  I made the Knight stand there and starve and tap his foot and glare Sunday night while I read the last few paragraphs.  Then I wiped my tears, blew my nose and we went to dinner.

I don’t know how to talk about the book at all without a few spoilers, but I don’t think what I’m sharing will ruin the book for you.  The general concept is, the narrator/dog comes back – as in reincarnation – time and time again until his ulimate form serves its ultimate purpose.  Now, my raised Episco-Catholic-Bapt-Methodist mind had some trouble with that concept, despite the fact that the Knight and I have called Gretchen “Mugsy” more than once.  When we say it, we’re totally joking, because anyone who knew Mugsy knows he couldn’t come back as the most obedient, polite, PANK-wearin’ JRT ever, no matter how he loved his people.

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My tough baby-man in 2007

I also had trouble getting into the book, but once you get past the first version, it got better.  I did skim a lot in some spots, because while I get the whole boy and his dog thing, and I too had a dog that saw me through my parents’ divorce and my own life-changing injuries as a teen, my eyes crossed and I just wanted to get to the plot twist.

Still, I’m glad the blogless local friend recommended it just now, because I do believe EVERYTHING happens for a reason, and I do believe dogs exist in part to teach us how to love unconditionally.  Sissy is also teaching us how to bounce back from what would all but break most humans.  Her spirit and ability to overcome is inspiring.   The DIVA has charisma, and something about her makes fans everywhere she goes.  She’s a very special girl, and honestly, being her caretakers is an honor the Knight and I take very seriously.

Her incision is almost completely healed.  We’re still waiting on the hair to finish growing in, but I need to get you a current photo.  Maybe for tomorrow’s Dogs on Thursday?

The Nook is already waiting for me to start reading World Without End.   What are you reading?

Amity

–noun 1.

friendship; peaceful harmony.

2.

mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship, esp. between nations; peace; accord.

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Or, a happy yarn from Ella Rae.
See, yesterday sent me on a stash dive, into the stuff I don’t have logged on Ravelry because it’s most likely to be used for charitable or dog knitting.    I grabbed a variegated ball of Amity, a 75% acrylic, 25% wool blend, and cast on for the hat I promised Amy I’d hand over when we meet later this week.  I think I’ve donated 2 of the 3 years she’s been doing Warm Up Winchester.  
 
DSCN0633_edited-1Amity is a bit fuzzy, but it’s so soft to the hand and it wears like steel.  This I know, because my babyman – Mugsy – had a snuggle made from it, and it was washed and tossed in the dryer a couple of times a month for about a year.  He didn’t go anywhere without it.  It was his seat cover at home, work and especially in the car.   I think I’ve found the yarn to use for baby #3’s blanket.
Doesn’t hurt that I like the word either.
What’s your favorite winter hat pattern?  I confess, I don’t have one.  I love to knit hats, but I don’t believe I’ve done the same pattern twice.  I’ll have an FO report for you on  Friday.  I probably would have had one today for the hat, but I NEEDED Mexican for dinner last night!

Time Marches On

Warning – might be heart-warming or a tear-jerker, depending on your frame of mind.

Today is the anniversary of the last day of Mugsy’s life.

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Baby-man and his ball, Spring 2008 OBX

I don’t know that I’ll live long enough to stop missing him.  All the dogs in my life have been special, but Mugsy had so much personality and vitality!

Not a day goes by that I don’t talk to him.  I think of him when I see Wishbone, his female Jack Russell contemporary on our road.  I think of him when I see or talk about Roscoe, a friend’s JRT also about the same age.  I see him in Gretchen’s desire to play fetch and her funny little attempts to “guard” me.

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Just a little reminder... Fall 2008 OBX

I love that he leaves us little calling cards, so we know he’s still around, keeping an eye on all of us.   Some of you are very familiar with the fact that I don’t believe in coincidences, so finding this ball under the beach house the first time we went down without him was bittersweet.  I left it there, because even a ghost dog needs his ball, especially at the beach.

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August 2007 - Happy farmer dog & Dadaw

This isn’t meant to be a sad post.  I’m blessed to have had this darling creature in my life.   Oh, how it hurts to say good-bye, but I can’t imagine life without a dear pet or ten.  They give far, FAR more than we can possibly return.  

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Girl behind the open door...

Luckily, when one door closes another opens.  In a few days, we’ll celebrate the birth of the other insanely special terror terrier in my life…  

(Why yes, that is a regulation sized tennis ball, but more about her another day!)

How was your weekend?   My only excitement was yesterday’s trip, but I’ll fill you in on that when I have time for some photos!

Life Goes On

(One of these days, I’m going to learn how to just have the song I’m hearing while I compose the post play while you read it.  In the meantime, flashback to my high school days and let John Cougar’s ditty drone on…)

Butterflies are good for a post about transitions, right?

It’s perfect, because while Gypsyknits’ DD (dear daughter) is not 16, she’s now in the last year of her teens, and I hope she’ll hold on to this last teen year as long as she can, because she’s already well on her way to being a remarkable woman. 

It’s also spot-on for Jessi, who waves buh-bye to her twenties today.  Babe, you don’t look thirty, and trust me, there are plenty of us who can barely see the big 3-0 in the rearview mirror.   Have Dr. Tooth squeeze you hard and have DL do something just to make you laugh on my behalf.  And if you keep bemoaning turning 30, I’ll have the Karate Kid knock some sense into you!  (kidding, kidding… maybe?)  Personally, I’m hoping 30 will be a great year for you if for no other reason than we’ll finally figure out how to meet in person!

Mugsy, missing Fred 10-07

It’s also a little sad around here.  There have been a couple of deaths in our community that have changed the landscape, so to speak. 

How was your weekend?  Ours was okay.  Great dunner with friends Saturday night was the highlight.  Well, that and a package that was waiting on me when I got home Friday evening, but I’ll tell you more about that another day!

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Scrap what I was going to post today, or pop over to see Sissy’s take on the same topic.   Gmarie posted something I find a lot more interesting than Sissy’s antics with ALL the dog bowls in the house.

G and I have very regular conversations about our conversations with our dogs.   All of my dogs have been and are master communicators.   All have had distinct voices.  Those of you who have followed this blog for a while, and certainly those who follow Don’t Mess with my Tutu probably have your own notions about how my fur-girls would sound, and I’d love to hear what you hear as you read their posts.

I can’t do this post without hoping in the wayback machine and talking about the boy dogs.   While I’m sure some of you think I’m daft, at least I know I’m not alone.  A local, blogless friend  announced one night that the boys had middle names in her world.  What’s interesting is the names she had come up with fit really well with the humanization I’d already conceived…

Fred Aloysius was the canine embodiment of an old Confederate officer, but ironically, I always heard him as James Earl Jones.   Usually calm and stoic, Fred was also capable of great rage (directed only at Mugsy and strangers perceived as uninvited guests) and had a deep “ah-wooh” that could literally rattle windows.  He was also an imposing physical presence, despite the short legs.

photo by Michelle

Mugsy Cornelius was also a southern gent, and I think he would have gladly claimed the famous Vanderbilt as his namesake.   He was a bit of a scoundrel and a scamp, an endearing bad boy to the end.   I heard something like Josh Lucas in Sweet Home Alabama when he talked to me.   He was truly a Jack of all trades; he was my sweet boy, his daddy’s fierce hunter, and never met a stranger.

Sissy Joy is a redneck DIVA.  Her theme songs are all by Gretchen Wilson, but Ms. Wilson isn’t sweet or DIVA enough to do Sissy’s voice.   I hear Heidi Newfield of Trick Pony when Sissy talks.  A little sass, incapable of completing a sentence without laughing, but sweet enough to want a love like Johnny & June

Gretchen Greer is our lady.  She’s refined and kind, but she still has that terrier spunk.   I hear Sasha Alexander as Caitlin Todd of NCIS fame when Gretchen speaks.  Kate was classy, but she also bested her male counterparts on the sparring mat.   Gretchie manages to be completely sure of herself without being arrogant or demanding, but she always get her way… always.

Do tell me who would do your pet’s voices, and if you hear something different when my girrls speak!

Happy Dogs on Thursday and little friday.  I’ll be doing a separate Thankful Thursday post in a bit.

Ghost of FO Past

Day #6

Revisit a past F/O

Bring the fortune and life of a past finished project up to the present. Document the current state and use of an object you have knitted or crocheted, whether it is the hat your sister wears to school almost every day, or a pair of socks you wore until they were full of hole. Or maybe that jumper that your did just didn’t like that much…

Remember the crate pad I made Gretchen for her birthday?

I had taken a photo, but for whatever reason, it got lost.  (I think that was the last “I didn’t put the memory card back in the camera” event?)  At any rate, these otherwise darling fur-girls destroyed it this winter, and you’ll just have to take my word for it.  There were broken bits of yarn everywhere.  It surprised me a good bit, because Mugsy loved his snuggle and seemed to know not to scratch and dig in it.  In fact, he was buried with it.

The good boy and his snuggle

I’m rather sure Gretchen’s tiny paws and claws didn’t ruin the snuggle, but I also know that both girls root and dig in their blankies, so for now, we’re sticking with store-bought hand-me downs that the humans have worn out already.  (Or soon, cotton blankies from the human bed that have also been destroyed by the same crazy routine.)  I was disappointed, but dogs will be dogs.  No more crocheted crate pads for these two for a long while!

In other news, Sissy and I are headed out to visit Wondervet again.   I’ll update the girls’ blog (link will appear once I post), but it’s more of the same with Sis’s on-going food allergies and the Dadaw who says “a little bite won’t hurt.”

If bobby pins would work in  her fur, I’d have Sis wear this to the vet’s today!