Category Archives: Life

Letting Go

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There is a white chair in the front room in my house upstairs  I cover when Roxie and Jean Claude come to stay.    Roxie’s has found under the purple cover to be one of favorite hiding places – but only if I’m in the room watching television or reading.  A small act of defiance Ifeel.   But I notice that Jean Claude seems to find rather unique hiding places , under the bathtub or  under the corner of my bed. 

There was a time when Jean Claude would go outside and I would give chase only to find him nowhere in sight.  Once he in the back yard under my neighbor’s car – that neighbor has a dog.  These days I’m happy to let him out  in the back yard.  I no longer look for him.  He comes back when he’s ready.

Life is a lot like that.   It’s when we just let go and leave things alone and find peace with our decisions that miracles begin to happen.

Sunday, Sunday

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Funny, just last week it was spring…and now it’s …sprinter?? I have to go outside and spray the garden today. Thought I’d do it today while I don’t have any “help.” Jean Claude and Roxie are still with their mom. I’ve got some home made tomato sauce simmering for some eggplant I’ll roast later in the week. But today, Sunday, it’s meat day in my  last “meatless” week before Lent is over.  I plan to cook chicken breasts stuffed with goat cheese, basil and cranberries.  (My variation on a Barefoot Contessa  Ida Garten recipe)  and of course some whipped mashed potatoes.

Help A (Four-legged) Friend

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For you animal lovers:

The daughter of my good friend Ella,  Andito,  took her rescue minpin to the vet last  Sunday for a routine test.  The vet made an error and within minutes the dog bleed to death – so Andito wrote this poem. (Please note information about animal rescue programs follows)

Andito’s Poem

It’s been 72 hours
Our house no longer feels like a home
She is here
Dents in pillows, tiny footprints on the floor, a leash on a table

It’s been 72 hours
Since I’ve walked to the kitchen and she followed me anticipating a treat
Since she exploded in a flurry of motion when the doorbell rang
The food dish is empty and her water hasn’t been changed

It’s been 72 hours
Since someone woke us up to give them breakfast and then promptly returned to bed
Since she curled up with Mike for an afternoon nap or sat in my lap as I worked on the computer

It’s been more than 3 years since I first met her
She was the smallest, six pounds and less than a foot tall, including 2 inches of ears
In the flurry of activity with the other dogs she trotted around proud and aloof
She didn’t come to me, wag her tail, or bark
On the ride home she started snoring as she slept in my lap and I saw that one of her canine teeth protruded over her lip
She stole my heart with a snore and a snaggletooth

She was adorable, endlessly curious, hilarious, regal, adventurous, loving, patient, fearless, and charming.  She was the boss and the baby, the queen and the court jester.  Her name was Truffles, because she was a chocolate miniature pinscher.  We didn’t choose that name, though it suited her just fine.  Over time as her confidence grew and her personality evolved she, like any true friend, earned a number of nicknames, “Rooty Toot,” “L’il Bit,” “The Situation,” “Queen of Sheba,” “One Way,” “Kitty Paws,” and  “Anubis.”

It’s been 72 hours
Since we had to say good bye to our dear friend
The little girl in me can’t stop crying
But, the woman in me thinks this is the right thing to do

I am sending this to you because you are a fellow animal lover, friend or colleague.  We find so easily, in our four legged friends the qualities we so desperately seek in our human companions – unconditional love, loyalty, gratitude, acceptance, patience and companionship.  Seriously, has your significant other ever greeted you the way your pet has or been as appreciative of a meal?

If you have a pet give them a hug or an extra treat, scratch behind their ears, take them for an extra long walk, buy them a new toy, forgive the next accident, and laugh at their hijinks for me.

One more thing, I know this is long but, please keep reading.  While there is nothing more I can do for Truffles perhaps you can find it in your heart to help other animals?

You can make a donation to the miniature pinscher rescue at the address below, or online at http://www.minpinrescue.org/donations.html

IMPS, Inc.
P.O. Box 176
Pinellas Park, FL 33780
Please make checks payable to IMPS, and write Truffles in the memo

If you would like to improve the medical care for all of our four legged friends, please make a donation to the Ohio State University Veterinary Medical School, you can send donations online here, https://www.giveto.osu.edu/igive/OnlineGiving/category/veterinary_med.aspx?num=vet_med&coll=none, or mail to:

CVM Office of Development
127L VMAB
1900 Coffey Road
Columbus, OH  43212
Please make the check out to The Ohio State University Foundation, fund #313313 and reference the fund # and Truffles in the memo line.

They have a number of funds to choose from, including:
Veterinary Outreach Program Support in Partnership with Lifecare Alliance – Fund Number: 313313
This fund is used to support the veterinary medicine outreach program that is in partnership with Meals on Wheels/Lifecare Alliance.  This program takes our students into areas where the elderly are in need of pet care but may not be able to come into the hospital, if they are unable to drive, have health issues, etc.  There are several faculty and student who go out to these homes to perform routine check-ups, etc, or if needed, will transport the pet to the clinic to perform a surgery.

March Madness

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There seems to be a lot of violent play between Roxie and Jean Claude of late. I watched them last weekend at my daughter’s house. Loud, hissing, fur flying everywhere. Last night at their other residence(my house) it continued. Furniture was moved. Their scratch box upended. They are after all animals but I wonder as they watch the news as I do if they got the wrong message. It would seem that the violence preached from the right wing  has gotten them energized.  They are after all animals and tend to take their cues from loud noises and senseless animation.

Morning Plans

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Jean Claude wanted to go to his spot by the window early today. Guess he had an early morning meeting with his bird friends. He pulled at the blinds and then when I woke up he patted the blinds to indicate to me to pull them up. I obliged. Later I let him outside -or rather he and Roxie peered outside from the upstairs porch into the yard. Too cold still , plus I think they were both entertained with watching me make wheat pancakes. For some reason I have not yet got the hang of it. Cooking is relaxing and sometimes challenging — especially wheat pancakes.