Sunday, December 26, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
But there is more. Welcome to a small sampling: Cami, Erie, Jacoba, friends, school, study-time, scholarships, a job (or two!), Harry Potter, books, movies, Surivor (haha), comfortable housing, family, warm clothes, a reliable car, computer, CSI, my roommate, The USA, that I have enough for my needs, the Scriptures, Jesus Christ, Church, Christmas is coming!!!, my dogs (did I mention them? :), blankets, . . .
I am a very blessed person.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Erie kept trying to play with Shawna's boots. She was obsessed with them; we continually found her chewing on them. Shawna went to put her boots on one time and found this:
I think that Erie was hoping that if she couldn't actually play with the boots that she could still "kinda" play with them. Good improvising.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
They both have entertaining, fun, and sometimes emotional blogs about their respective young families. I'm new to reading MamaShort's blog- just since I became her swap partner- but I'm enjoying it.
Head on over, check them out, and I'll keep you all posted about the results of the swap. Looking forward to it!
Shortly after the death of my first dog, Camas, in October of 1999, I was ready for another one. Not finding the "right" dog at the local shelter, my dad and I drove up to a larger city about an hour north and checked our their shelters. I got to the county shelter about 30 minutes before they closed.
I had in mind that I wanted a puppy but due to a parvo outbreak in the area the shelter was refusing to release any puppies. With hardly anytime to look, I imagined that I would not find the right dog for me that day. Just when I had about given up, my dad said "Look at this one, she's part heeler (Camas had been a heeler), and she's the only dog not barking." I looked and I'm convinced I fell in love at first sight. She was very emaciated but calmly sitting further back in her run, looking a little unsure of her surroundings. I was immediately drawn to her apparently sweet demeanor, her pointy ears, and the freckles on her nose. Taking her out and talking to staff, I discovered that she had been picked up as a stray and not recovered by her family and that she was as sweet as she appeared. They thought she was about six months old. I had no time to adopt her that day as they were closing, but I was sure I wanted her, even in that short time (in comparison, it took me three six hour visits to decide which puppy I wanted from Erie's litter).
I had to return on Tuesday as the shelter was closed Sunday and Monday. On Tuesday, my entire family went so everyone could meet her. As the parent I lived with, my mom took care of all the adoption paperwork, but my dad actually bought her for me. I had to return again the next day to pick her up after her spay as the shelter wouldn't release dogs to homes in different counties without altering them first. And I brought her home.
And I was never sorry for one single minute.
Cami and I participated in 4H for years. She was excellent, winning many Champion and Reserve Champion ribbons in both obedience and showmanship. Cami was with me for high school and was part of my "project" to earn my State FFA Degree. She was a fantastic companion dog and older "sister" for the guide dog puppies. With her, I learned almost everything I know about dogs, and much of what I know about behavior. She was an excellent teacher, but I do feel so sorry for her that she fell to that role! I loved spending time with her; she was the sweetest dog whose favorite thing was to calmly spend time with you. She was polite beyond belief and loved everyone she met.
When I moved out of my mom's house and then later went on a mission and to school in Hawaii, I hoped that Cami would live long enough for me to graduate so I could spend more time with her. When I graduated last December, she was still doing great as I moved in with my mom.
Last June I took Cami and Jacoba to the vet for annual exams and rabies vaccinations. I had the vet check out some lumps I had found in Cami's neck. The vet aspirated them and tests showed that she had lymphoma. Everyone who knows me knows how much my dogs mean to me. I love that dog very much, but I do not believe in going broke to pay for chemotherapy that may give my dog six more months, and especially not with an 11.5 year old dog. I chose to put her on prednisone and nothing else. Her tumors shrunk, she ate well, loved walks, and playing, and was continuing to enjoy life. When I moved to Utah in August, she came with me and continued to do well.
About two weeks ago, she started slowing down a little bit and not always wanting to eat. Last Friday she became lame on one of her rear legs (we do not know if this was related to the cancer, the prednisone, or something else completely) and didn't want to walk if she could avoid it. Over the next several days, she progressively lost more mobility, didn't want to eat without much encouragement, and just in general wasn't very happy, not even getting up to greet me when I came home. A childhood friend who really wanted to see Cami was arriving for a visit on Thursday so I made the decision to wait to put Cami to sleep until Friday.
Yesterday morning I let her go. I miss her. She was a very good friend to me and a very good dog. I am so grateful I was able to spend the last year with her and be with her as she became too ill to go on. Most people spend thousands of dollars on chemo and hope for six months. I skipped the chemo and still had five months. What a blessing!
The picture at the top of my post is just before I took her to the vet. She doesn't look very happy; she looks tired. It's kind of sad, but helps me to know that I made the right decision. And she still looks cute.
Its hard to lose something you love so much. But for me at least, the best way to move through it is to . . . move. To keep doing things. So yesterday after I got home from the crematorium, I took the red dog for a run and then went to see Harry Potter (tickets had been purchased weeks before; otherwise I might not have). I'm going to be okay because I know that I did everything I could to make sure she knew I loved her. If she didn't know that, then no dog ever did.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Or is there another, totally different, way easier method to do so?
EDIT: Coolness. Thanks to Ally I now know the easy way. So I'm changing the URL in a few days to (I hope) www.beautifulandtragic.blogspot.com.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
So, what have I been up to? Well that question has a many faceted answer and none of them are particularly interesting and there are no pictures to go along with it. Lame, I know!
- I moved to Utah at the end of August. (Actually I do have one picture of this- Erie sitting in the car when I left at 5 am, but it's too much work to load just one picture).
- Started graduate school.
- Stayed with Erie's breeder. Erie was in doggie heaven with all the playtime.
- Drove back to Sacramento to pick up Cami.
- Moved into a new house.
- Showed Erie in the Farmington show. She won her class both days, but nothing else.
- Went to the Relief Society session of conference at the conference center.
- Did some homework.
- Observed some students and did some assessments. Knew I made the right choice as far as what I wanted to do and what to study.
- Tried to do some braille homework and cried because I made the wrong choice about what to study :)
- Loved on Cami. She's still hanging in there.
- Looked (am looking) for a new place to live.
- Showed Erie in the show in Carson City, Nevada. On Saturday she took Reserve to the Major (who happened to be her younger half-sister Selkie) but on Sunday she didn't even take her class :(
- Got behind on homework and am working to catch up on it.
- Loving the season.
And that is kind of it.
How are the rest of you enjoying this fantastic time of year?
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Step 2: Oh! I know! Remember how you ordered that big, really cool, expensive bed for the dogs and you somehow ended up with two of them and had to put one in the garage because they just take up so much stinkin' space? Maybe you could get rid of that? You could even sell it and then you would have less stuff to move and more money. Good deal!
Step 3: Wait. Erie might like. Wonder if she'll be able to use it.
Step 4: Better let Erie try it. It might take you a few weeks to remember to let her.
Step 5: Get the bed out of the huge box it's being stored in in the garage. Set it up in the living room and grab some dog cookies.
Step 6: Show the cookies to Erie. Lift up the top of the cave bed and throw it in for Erie to get.
Step 7: Realize that you'll have to do a better job tossing in the cookie because all Erie had to do was stick her head in, not climb to the back.
Step 8: Throw a few more cookies in till Erie realizes how she's supposed to use the bed.
Step 9: Leave bed in the living room the rest of the day. Stare dazedly at your dog on said bed who is being much better behaved than normal as she doesn't want to vacate her position.
Step 10: Bedtime. Place bed in little, tiny, no-room-for-it-space in bedroom because you feel bad taking it from the Vizsla puppy.
Step 11: Go to bed. The puppy will not attempt to get on your bed again. Why bother? You have a hard, flat bed. She has a soft, cushy cave.
Be sure to try it out at home and let me know how it works for you!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
[Erie just behind Rosie in the pool. Rosie has a ball in her mouth.]
A few weeks ago, we finally got her to go in to the pool of her own free will and choice by having her follow her brother, Charlie, but she didn't swim too much. She did a lot of standing on the top step and then jumping right back out and very, very minimal swimming.
[Erie mid-turn. Rosie turned faster than her and took her by surprise. She kinda reminds me of an otter.]
She played with Rosie this week and it took a little patience and some encouragement but she ended up following Rosie in the pool. And eventually she was playing in the pool. And then she was getting in even when Rosie didn't.
[Rosie in front again, still with the toy. They are right by the side of the pool and Erie is just stepping up onto the underwater ledge.]
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
I saw this on Judy's website last night and asked her for it. It's from the dog show (see previous post). I'm not sure who took it or I'd give them credit. It's Judy's camera! :)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
I uploaded this video so that Erie's breeders can come watch it. The rest of you might not find it all that interesting. I was trying to get Erie to play with her jolly ball and instead she was being a little nerd and ignoring me. She was up on a ledge in the backyard and I was filming and there really wasn't much I could do to insist she follow directions and it kinda seems like she knew that.
Sorry for my annoying voice. Ugghh.
Erie weighs 38.6 pounds today.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
"From an internet person known only as Tim, the proud new owner of a newfoundland dog, this list of rules and regulations:
1. The dog is not allowed in the house.
2. Ok, the dog is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms.
3. The dog is allowed in all rooms, but has to stay off the furniture.
4. The dog can get on old furniture only.
5. Fine, the dog is allowed on all furniture but is not allowed to sleep in the bed with the humans.
6. Ok, the dog is allowed on the bed, but by invitation only.
7. The dog can sleep on the bed whenever he wants, but not under the covers.
8. The dog can sleep under the covers by invitation only.
9. The dog can sleep under the covers every night.
10. Humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers with the dog."
Erie taught her self to burrow under the covers on my bed about two weeks after I got her. Here you can see her nose just poking out from under them.
1. Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold the vegetables while you chop.
2. Avoid arguments with females about lifting the toilet seat by using the sink.
3. For high blood pressure sufferers, simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes thus reducing pressure on your veins. Remember to use a timer.
4. A mouse trap placed on top of you alarm clock will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.
5. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives. Then you'll be afraid to cough.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
I didn't realize how much lip I was holding. A good benefit of photos- I can see what I'm doing wrong!
I go to the same instructor for handling and obedience. She is a professional handler and travels all over the country showing people's dogs for them (and makes a lot of money doing it). She and her husband have shown other vizslas (including Rosie, featured on a recent post on my blog) and have also owned and handled their own vizsla in the past. With that background in mind, two stories that made me happy:
Last night at obedience, Jean says to me, "Gosh she hasn't gone through an ugly or awkward phase at all, has she?"
Then tonight she asks me for the information for my breeder because she is helping someone to breed [their vizsla] and "we really, really like her," speaking about Erie. They're shopping around for males.
So basically, I think my dog is lovely, her breeders think she is lovely, our instructor thinks she is lovely, lots of other people think she is lovely . . .
Will the judges think she is lovely?
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Here are some of the ones that you can (kinda) see some dogs in. Even though Erie is my dog, in some of these photos I can only tell them who is who because Erie is wearing a collar and Rosie is not.