Sunday, March 28, 2010


My mom got kinda offended that I was going to volunteer on Easter Sunday and not go to a dinner that may or may not happen. We are not religious and never have been.

At least two years since I was in college, her and my dad ditched Lisa and I on Easter Sunday to go to a Celtics/Red Sox games. I'm not bitter about it, but it struck me as funny that she can bag out on inconsequential holiday dinners and I can't.

Like I said, we don't celebrate Easter as a religious holiday and may not even have dinner on Sunday. It might be scheduled for Saturday with a "nip" Easter egg hunt which would make this all a moot point.

The animals don't celebrate holidays either and they certainly don't close down the shelter due to holidays. Volunteers are needed every single day of the year. Even it was a major holiday, I would still be there. I hadn't even given it a second thought. I absolutely love volunteering and think going in on Sundays, holiday or not, is part of who I am now.

"True charity is the desire to be useful to others without thought of recompense" ~ Emanuel Swedenborg
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Dogs Just Know

I read this story online the other night, love it so much. I actually considered ordering Chicken Soup for the Dog Lover's Soul on Amazon after reading it because I'm sure there would be more stories like this. Then I realized that if I owned that book combined with my Dog & Cat Fancy magazines, the changes of ever having a boyfriend or friends that didn't think I was a freak would be reduced to zero...though I'm sure I will still buy it and hide it with my other weird books. Anyway, enjoy this story taken from The Herald-Zeitung by Mike Fitsko (published 2/21/10):

If you have or have ever owned a loving pet, you’ll certainly appreciate this story written by an anonymous writer and recently sent to me by an old high school friend who recently learned she has breast cancer. If you don’t currently have a pet, you might decide you want one after reading this!

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.

Inevitably someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky’s toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be amid all of Lucky’s favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease … she was just sure it was fatal.

She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.

The night before she was to go to the hospital, she cuddled with Lucky.

A thought struck her … what would happen to Lucky? Although the 3-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary’s dog through and through.

If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won’t understand that I didn’t want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for more than two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully but the dog just drooped, whining and miserable. But finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital.

When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn’t even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.

Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn’t come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.

When Mary woke, for a second, she couldn’t understand what was wrong. She couldn’t move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. Panic soon gave way to laughter though when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, in every treasure Lucky owned!

While she slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement and back bringing his beloved mistress his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying.

Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night.

It’s been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. And Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box, but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Monday, March 22, 2010

Ollie Gives Kisses

He does this on command. It's the greatest thing ever. Except when he gets pissed because I'm forcing him to do it for dinner and then he nips at my face. That isn't the greatest thing ever. But when he does it right, it melts my heart...

So Fresh and So Clean, Clean

His ear fur gets extra crimpy and he smells fantastic.
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Tubby Time

Ollie hates baths. I hate when he's covered in diarrhea. Neither of us were happy today...
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Sunday Lovin with the Monster

How do I still love him after the little move he pulled this weekend? Running away for four hours and coming back smelling like a dumpster full of death? I don't know, but he did, and I do and I always will.
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Sunday, March 21, 2010


Meet Miss Annie...aka a beagle for M and Z (?)
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I think that's what they call it when a male dog still has balls. Or "intact." I think gross works too. Bruce's balls are nasty. Spay and neuter your pets kids...if for no other reason then it looks nasty when a furry walnut is staring you in the face during a casual stroll with your pal
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

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Sunday, March 14, 2010


He's so sweet and scared
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

An Ollie Top 10

Top 10 Things That Ollie Does That Make Me Laugh


1.       How he sniffs around for 5 minutes to find the perfect poop spot and then carefully balances himself.

2.       The sound of his yawn when he's really tired

3.       When he's in bed and sighs really loud before passing out

4.       How he stretches in the downward dog and then taps his front feet forward to stretch the back legs

5.       How his ears curve back just a little bit when he's chewing on a bone

6.       The little trot he gets when he steals something and makes me chase him for it

7.       The look he gives me when he is doing something naughty and feels ashamed…or at least tries to appear that way

8.       The way he gives me kisses when he doesn't want to by butting his nose against my face really quickly

9.       How fast he sits, lays down, and does anything else to get a cookie

10.   When he's really excited to see me and his ears go back and his butt shakes and he looks like an oversized weasel