Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Bitter Sweet

Thank you all for your warm birthday wishes for my little Rock Star. February is bitter sweet for me. I celebrate the birth of my beloved little Rock Star on the 16th. But on the 20th, I mourn the death of my beloved gentle giant, Zeke. He passed one year ago yesterday. I still miss him everyday. I'm grateful for all of the fond memories that I have of him and of the love and joy that he brought into my life. Please enjoy these photos of my beloved.

Rest in peace my handsome boy!

Thursday, February 15, 2007


My baby is turning 1 tomorrow. Please be sure to wish him a very happy birthday. Here are some pictures of him growing over the last year going from 5lbs to 24lbs. Enjoy!!

Isn't he beautiful? Happy Birthday Rock Star!!

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Little Known Facts About Me

I am too tired to really post or to be thoughtful or funny at all. So, I thought that I would try to be entertaining and post some odds and ends facts about myself.

I take my puppy to daycare.
I weigh myself every single day obsessively
I randomly drop peanut butter on the floor as a treat for the dogs
I once stepped in the peanut butter that I threw on the floor, so I turned my shoe over and let the dogs clean it off. Ok, it wasn't a shoe, it was a slipper that has never been outside my apartment.
I once rode on an elephant at a circus
Every week I go grocery shopping in the "interesting" part of town and every week I get hit on by at least one random guy
I Tivo all of my shows, I haven't watched real TV in 2 months

I'm sure that there's more, but I can't think of anything now. I'm certainly not going to tag anyone, but I'd love to read some more of your quirks.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Not For the Faint of Heart

LB, you may not want to read this post, in fact any animal love may not want to. But I have to write about it and get it off my chest.

Monday night I took the dogs out for their final walk at 9:30 p.m. The people who live directly across the street from me have a beagle. This dog is neglected and is often times running loose in my neighborhood. I live on a very busy street for my area. Anyway, back to the story.

I'm walking my dogs and this beagle comes running across the road and is barking and growling at us. Yep, you guessed it, he's loose. I put the dogs in the foyer of my building and I go back outside to try and catch the dog. The dog is not social or nice. It came after me with its teeth out and growling. I went back inside. The dog was barking and growling and I honestly thought that my dumb ass neighbors would hear the dog and would come get him.

11 p.m. rolls around and the dog is still out there barking and running around. Now I'm thinking, someone has to hear him and bring him inside. Then the barking stops and I say, whew, finally. My wonderful dogs wake me up at 4 a.m. to go out. We go outside and we mind our own business when suddenly, the beagle comes tearing out of nowhere barking and growling at us. We go back inside and now I'm very angry that this dog has been out all night long.

At 8 a.m. I took the dogs outside for their final walk before I leave for work. I go outside and the dog is still out there. I take my dogs back inside. I bring some cookies outside. I'm trying to lure the dog. He is still growling at me. I throw the cookies at him. I go over and knock on the people's door. No answer. I check on the dog, he is now burrowed in the dirt shivering and shaking and eating leaves. I am really burning up now. I call the police. They put me through to Animal Control, I get an answering machine. I call back and ask for a person. I tell them that someone has to come out here and help this dog. I call my boss and tell him that I am going to be late because I need to stand outside until the cops come and make sure that this dog does not get hit by a car. My boss tells me he's angry, but not at me. Everyone that I work with, all 5 of them, have dogs and are huge animal lovers.

The cops come and the cop really bangs on the door and after 3 minutes, someone opens the door. The dog sees the door open and runs inside. The cop goes inside as well. I left for work. Before I left, I made sure that the guy saw me. I hope he knows that I called the cops and that I will again and again if I see that dog being mistreated.

I get to work and my toes are numb and my fingers are numb as well from standing outside for an hour waiting for the cops.

I hope my dogs know just how good they've got it.