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Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Wednesday blahs.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Five down.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Round five tomorrow
So, tomorrow is round five of chemo. I'm a little nervous because it's a new drug. He will see a cardiologist in the morning because this drug can cause issues with his heart. Makes me anxious but I am trying to trust his oncologist and know that we are taking every precaution by meeting with the cardiologist first. So, more well wishes, prayers, good thoughts, etc. please. And I will keep you posted.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Are grab bags out?
So I have been brain-storming how to drum up business and the old school grab bag came to mind. I thought maybe that would be something fun to do in my etsy shop to give business a bump and help out with the vet bills. I was thinking a necklace and earrings, a bracelet and earrings plus some bottlecaps, something like that...well over the $25 price tag.
I posted a little something about it in the etsy forums and got mixed reviews. A couple seemed to think it would be fun and others were down right touchy about the subject. Like they have been personally wronged by the grab bag! I had no idea grab bags were such a sensitive subject. Now don't get me wrong, I did ask for opinions, so I have to be willing to take what I get...but damn, my grab bags don't bite!
So who knows. It might be a total dud. But I am giving it a whirl. We'll see...
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
An even dozen.
When Tom and I helped co-found Blue Dog Rescue almost 10 years ago we had two dogs. Seven and Preacher. A very reasonable number of dogs. But over the years of fostering some just seemed to stay. We certainly never meant to have 12 dogs. But that's where we're at. And we adore each and every one of them. We have probably fostered 200+ dogs over the years so I like to tell people that keeping 10 out of 200 is not so bad!
Anyway, here they are, in order of arrival, the loves of our lives:
We adopted Seven from the local Humane Society in 1998. She is the absolute love of our life. She's the Princess and knows it!
Preacher.
The Big Man. If you've read my blog before then you've heard all about him over the past month. He is a sweet, gentle soul who loves every single person he ever meets.
The Big Man. If you've read my blog before then you've heard all about him over the past month. He is a sweet, gentle soul who loves every single person he ever meets.
Ozo. Our very first foster and maybe the big glaring sign that we shouldn't foster because we'd want to keep them all. But thank goodness we didn't pay attention to the sign. Ozo has the happy-go-lucky of his Golden Retriever part and the independence of his Chow part. EVERYONE loves Ozo.
This little man is the love of MY life. He has soooo much personality rolled up into his little chihuahua/dachshund body. He's a little gangsta and considers himself The King. I have his paw print tattooed on my foot so that he walks with me wherever I go.
The Notorious P.I.G. When we were fostering him and took him to adoption days kids would tell their parents that we had a pig for adoption! Pasqual was the first pit bull in Blue Dog Rescue and he won over everyone he met. He is the Pit Bull poster child!
My baby. We got Vincent and his four littermates when they were two weeks old. Their mom had been hit by a car. Tom and I brought them home and bottle fed them. We almost lost Vincent one night when he went into hypoglycemic shock. I slept with him on my chest all night. Since that point he has been my dog through and through. He is my guardian and protector. Where I go, he goes.
Probably the most energetic dog in our house. She wants to know what is going on at all times! And the best hugger in all the world!
While her sister is the hugger she is the kisser. And she prefers your nose if that's okay with you. Oh, and a beer if you'll share that too!
Monkey Shew.
Sweetest little boy ever - all he wants is a little attention of his own. In this pack you do have to kind of assert yourself to get attention - and he's just not that assertive. So we try to go the extra mile to give him the love and belly rubs he deserves.
Sweetest little boy ever - all he wants is a little attention of his own. In this pack you do have to kind of assert yourself to get attention - and he's just not that assertive. So we try to go the extra mile to give him the love and belly rubs he deserves.
Oh, Ferdabidnee. The dog is even sillier than he looks. We joke that he should really be a cartoon character. His tongue sticks out and he's cross-eyed. He's not particularly nice to strangers and he has a liver shunt. He's a little train wreck but he brings laughter into our lives every single day. I wouldn't trade him for anything!
Our little chug. Another foster who came and just refused to leave. And while I didn't want 11 dogs I wanted life without Horatio even less. Every night it is his job to announce Bed Time. And he does so my garbling bizarre noises and dragging his belly on the floor. And when he does it they all know - "It's bed time!"
Jessica Beatrice.
She was going to be a "quick" adoption. She was NOT supposed to stay. But she wormed her way into Tom's heart by being pitiful and pathetic and only loving him. So there it was. She became number 12!
She was going to be a "quick" adoption. She was NOT supposed to stay. But she wormed her way into Tom's heart by being pitiful and pathetic and only loving him. So there it was. She became number 12!
So that's us in a nut shell. It is crazy but it works. And what am I most proud of? That people come to my house and say "Wow, it doesn't smell like dogs!"
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Round four
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Dog and Jewelry updates:
And speaking of the chemo fund, we go in for round 4 of chemo tomorrow. Luckily this is a drug Preacher has had before and did well on. So we are optimistically apprehensive. This last week has been great. He rebounded from his hellacious week like a champ! He's eating well, getting around great, being a goof-ball, everything we were hoping for. So, good thoughts for tomorrow. And I'll keep you posted!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Just stuff
Now, having gone on and on about the fabulousness of the mixed breed dog, let me update you on my precious Preacher Man, (a pure bred Great Dane and equally fabulous!). He is doing so well. I hesitate to even say that because I don't want to jinx anything. But he has been eating like a champ, his personality is back in spades, he is putting weight back on. It's great. And we got to skip chemo this week - hallelujah!
And lastly, on the work front, I am now starting to gear up for ACL! It's three months away and I have got beaucoups of work to do! I have got to get myself back into the swing of things. With all that has gone on with Preacher my focus has been waaaaaay off work. Now it's time to get busy...how many Giant Round Necklaces does one need for an audience of 65,000 people anyway?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Peace
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Monday, July 6, 2009
Knock on wood...
No chemo this week. Another reason today is a good day! Assuming all goes well we don't even have to go to the vet at all this week. Oh, knock on wood again. Knock Knock. And if it continues to be a good week we start chemo again next week. Today, I can breathe. Fingers crossed for the rest of the week.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
the rocky road
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It's been a roller coaster for sure. I never wanted to put him through anything like this. But now that we are here and the oncologist still feels we can get him past this and he still is in remission...well, I am trying not to second guess myself too much.