Posts Tagged ‘Dogs’



best Zeke picture My beautiful, mild mannered, sweet boy, isn’t anymore. I’m shaking like a leaf and have already called my hubby, near tears.

On our walk, just minutes ago, we met a neighbor out with her 2 puppies. Her boxer-mix, a huge, but utterly sweet goofball, immediately ran to us and rolled over on his belly for a pat and good sniffing over by Zeke. We’ve done this a hundred times. Have, in fact, known each other since both the boxer and Suzie were tiny puppies.

Zeke stood over him for a moment, then without warning, attacked and bit the poor boy. Bedlam ensued with me pulling Zeke up and as close to my body as possible, while Suzie ran in terror, wrapping her leash around my legs. The owner of the boxer had to release her pup because leashes had become tangled. The goofball immediately tried to show submission to Zeke again while I tried desperately to keep Zeke from having another go at him. She finally managed to get her pup under control and away as I stood there helpless. I apologized profusely as I fussed at Zeke. The walk was over, I untangled myself and we headed back to the apartment. I was unable to see if her DSCF0911a dog was hurt seriously and have no idea which apt. they live in to go check.

I feel horrible, just horrible. I am in disbelief that Zeke would, without warning, attack another dog. Zeke is neutered, as is the boxer. Suzie is spayed. No competition for either of them. Just this morning, Zeke was sniffing a much smaller pup – I shudder to think what could have happened while I stood blissfully by.

I’ve never had a dog do something like this. Granted, I’ve had only 2 males in my life time, but I would think that their personalities don’t change like this unless they’re ill, so it’s a trip to the vet for Zeke and a muzzle in his future.

I have no idea what will happen if there is a complaint lodged against us and I am frightened for Zeke and frightened by his change in behavior. The joy in our walks is ruined for me. I’ll have to be on constant alert for other owners, especially the ones that allow their dogs off lead, and warn them about my dog. I’ll never be able to let Zeke off lead again to romp with Suzie either, which breaks my heart for them both.

What a horrible ending to the day.


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Jeff and Suzie

Less than 24 hours after getting in from his last run, hubby is back out on the road. Tired and exhausted after a long week, I hated that he was unable to spend more than a night at home. On the bright side, a 3 day weekend coming up and we’re planning a trip to the mountains with the furbabies. Hubby is well aware that I need the mountains to restore my soul every so often.


Hubby was at least able to sleep in this morning. I kept the dogs locked out of the bedroom and giggled as Suzie “stalked” Zeke around the corners of the kitchen. She’s a fearsome hunter, our Suzie. Slowly she inches until she’s in pounce range, then with a growl that can freeze mortal hearts, she leaps. During the stalking process, Zeke is peeking around the corner at her and giving me a grin, as if to say, “Look… she think’s she’s scaring me!”. 


from ThunderTigers_1:


1. Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks..

2. Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.

3. Look at your womanly physique in the mirror, make mental note to do : more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.

4. Get in the shower.

5. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.

6. Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.

7. Wash your hair again to make sure it’s clean.

8. Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner.

9. Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.

10. Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.

11. Rinse conditioner off hair.

12. Turn off shower.

13.. Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. Spray mold spots with Tilex.

14. Get out of shower.

15. Dry with towel the size of a small country. Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.

16. Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.

17. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.


1. Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.

2. Walk naked to the bathroom.

3. If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her while making the woo-woo sound.

4. Look at your manly physique in the mirror. Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt.

5. Get in the shower.

6. Wash your face.

7. Wash your armpits.

8. Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse the snot off.

9. Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.

10. Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.

11. Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.

12. Wash your hair. Make a shampoo Mohawk.

13. Pee.

14. Rinse off and get out of shower.

15. Partially dry off – Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.

16. Admire wiener size in mirror again.

17. Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.

18. Return to bedroom with towel around waist.

19. If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the woo-woo sound again.

20. Throw wet towel on her pillow.

I hope you are enjoying Anita Baker and her sweet soul music. Apparently I’m having a flux in hormones and need her music to sooth me… or a shot of tequila.
Blessings! Glo

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dog & heart

I stumbled across the following article.

A kiss is not just a kiss, especially for women. While men use kissing as a prelude to sex or as a way to reconcile, women see it as so much more–and men should pay attention to this. Women use kissing as a way to assess a man as a potential partner, making that first kiss a make-or-break deal for most budding relationships. Once a relationship is established, a woman uses kisses to both maintain intimacy with her partner and run a status check on the state of the relationship or marriage, reports the BBC News.

Meanwhile, men place much less emphasis on the meaning of a kiss. Because they are far less discriminating than women when it comes to deciding whom they will kiss, a kiss doesn’t carry as much hidden meaning. In addition, they are more willing to have sex with someone without ever kissing her, as well as to have sex with a woman to whom they are not really attracted. Even if they think a woman is a bad kisser, they will still have sex with her. Not so for women on all three counts, who view kissing as a way to bond with a man in the short term and maintain a relationship in the long term. As a relationship progresses, men tend to place less emphasis on kissing.

It’s not something I’ve ever thought much about, but have always known instinctively, as I’m sure most women do. A bad kisser just don’t cut it.

I can remember my first kiss and I can remember all the bad kissers. The ones who fell in the “ok” catagory… not so much. The kiss of doom, so to speak, which heralded the end of the relationship, usually within minutes of the kiss, were few. As, unfortunately, were the toe curling, knock your socks off, slap your momma kisses. I do remember those! In glorious detail!

The worst of the worst was in high school; behind the bleachers. Where else? A boy I’d had a crush on forever (at least a month!), had walked me to the concession stand for a coke and we took the shortcut behind the bleachers on our way back. (hehehehehe) When the big moment came, I puckered up, closed my eyes and waited with baited breath for what I was sure would be the most romantic and passionate kiss of my life! I’d just seen Romeo & Juliet… so I knew all about passionate kissing! My heart pounding away, he softly covered half my face with his mouth and proceeded to slobber all over my face. My eyes popped open, I backed quickly away… crush over. Luckily, I had a napkin.

I am hoping, that sometime, somewhere, someone taught him how to kiss. Or he became a priest.

The best was my very first… lucky for me we moved away shortly thereafter or I’d have been pregnant at 10. God does move in mysterious ways! Thankfully.

My husband is a world class kisser. A knock your socks off, slap your momma, kisser. But, as the article states, I still get lots of pecks, but the really good ones are usually saved for those special occassions… It’s been a gradual tapering off… something I’ve hardly noticed. After reading the article, I think I’m going to meet him at the door this Friday, slap his stuff down and give him a lip lock he won’t forget! Just to make sure he still thinks I give toe curling, knock your socks off, slap your momma kisses! I may even brush my teeth first.


DSCF0692.JPGSince I am the proud and often tired owner of a lab-mix female, I have been interested in learning as much as I can about this breed.

Labrador Retrievers are the most popular breed in the US. On the plus side, their personalities are good, they are great with kids and are wonderful family dogs. On the minus side, they are, hyperactive and eager to chew on everything and anything. They will also eat almost anything. I say almost, but have yet to find anything our Suzie won’t eat. She is particularly fond of fresh cat poop when she can get it.

Another valuable fact… forewarned is forearmed; Labs are known to mature late – they can act like a puppy for 2 to 4 years. Oh, joy… our Suzie is quite the handful at 7 months and 50 plus lbs. While some pet owners may love this trait, many of us first timers are more than a little shocked when we learn this. You mean she’s going to get bigger and still act like this?!

In addition, Labs do a fair bit of shedding and it is important to regularly brush your dog if you don’t want hair all over your home. We have a saying in our house. If it ain’t covered in dog hair, it ain’t ours. I brush, but we have 2 shedders, both Zeke and Suzie. We are desperately in need an industrial strength vacuum.

Finally, training is very important in Labs. Our Suzie is improving, although she “forgets” sometimes and pulls momma screaming down the stairs or the hill or across the curb, or… well, you get the idea.

Lastly, Labs… our Suzie in particular, are terrible thieves… completely stealing your heart if given half a chance.

Grim3  Gina

Grimm & Gina

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I just got off the phone with my youngest son, Lee, who is doing well. I so enjoy his calls… it’s the only time I get to hear the latest on people I haven’t seen in years. It’s a conversation, a sharing of information….. not gossip. Really.  Although I still can’t believe that Miss B. married Mr. W., who is at least 15 years her jr. Or that Mr. L. is once again divorced and now working at GP. Or that my ex, Lee’s dad, who has been married more than anyone I’ve ever heard of (I lost count at #12 after me), has now been married a record setting 5 years to the SAME woman. She must be a saint who carries a big bat… and knows how to use it. Or that Mr. Man, who was a fixture at the local Western Auto for 40 years, is retired. Or that Becky S. is now married to Mr. J. I know who wears the pants in that family. Or that Uncle R. has opened his own bar, The Chicken Coupe, and that he and the old band are now playing together again. Or that….. and so on. You may never be able to go home again, but you can sure learn some surprising things about the people who never left.

My ankle is better. Still swollen, but the stairs are getting easier to manage. Zeke & Suzie are being very good about going down and up one step at a time. Practicing for when I become completely decrepid.

Here are a few useless facts that I came across:

  1. A rat can last longer without water than a camel.
  2. Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks or it will digest itself. 
  3. The dot over the letter “i” is called a tittle.
  4. A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top
  5. A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find a mate
  6. Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.
  7. A 2 X 4 is really 1-1/2″ by 3-1/2″.
  8. During the chariot scene in “Ben Hur,” a small red car can be seen in the distance (and Heston’s wearing a watch).
  9. On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily!
  10. Sherlock Holmes NEVER said, “Elementary, my dear Watson.”
  11. Because metal was scarce, the Oscars given out during World War II were made of wood.
  12. The number of possible ways of playing the first four moves per side in a game of chess is 318,979,564,000.
  13. There are no words in the dictionary that rhyme with orange, purple and silver.
  14. Astronauts are not allowed to eat beans before they go into space because passing wind in a spacesuit damages them.
  15. The very first bomb dropped by the Allies on Berlin in World War II killed the only elephant in the Berlin Zoo.
  16. If one places a tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion, it will instantly go mad and sting itself to death. (Who was the sadist who discovered this?)
  17. Bruce Lee was so fast that they actually had to s-l-o-w film down so you could see his moves. That’s the opposite of the norm.
  18. The first CD pressed in the US was Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in the USA.”
  19. The original name for butterfly was flutterby.
  20. Celery has negative calories. It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery has in it to begin with.
  21. Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.

Blessings! Glo

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 Woman In Rollers   
With age comes wisdom… ok, I’ll bite. But does it come with grace and coordination? Nooooooooo, not hardly.
Whoever dreamed up multitasking should be shot. They are not human. I believe this just like I believe in God and Jesus. You start one job, you finish it, you move on to the next. So, it should come as no surprise that my concentration is a wonderous and powerful thing. The whole world ceases to exist for me when I am concentrating. I may look at you, I may even talk to you. I won’t remember it, or you, later. So, if you see me with a book or I am at the computer trying to write, do us both a favor and just walk away…..
With this in mind, friends and family have often times come to my rescue when I have attempted to do anything more challenging than walk and chew gum. (I no longer chew gum.)  They love me. They try to watch out for me. My husband has even gone so far as to grab me by the back of the collar to stop me from progressing into some impending diaster, like falling down or getting run over. Bless him.
As I write this, it should come as no great surprise that I do so with an ace bandage around my tender and swollen ankle. This is my second accident while playing with my beloved dogs. Last year, I hurt my shoulder while playing with Zeke. I won’t go into details except to say it wasn’t Zeke’s fault. It has taken almost a year to heal. (Cortisone shots are truely a miracle from God.) For this year’s trick, I’ve managed to tear the ligaments and tendons in my ankle. We, (the dogs and I), were having a great time until I stepped in that hole. I have a lovely blue/purple knee to go with the ankle…. (I’ve always wanted to be color coordinated).
 Hula Hoop 
After the fall, as I lay on the cold ground, I wondered if I dare look at the ankle, which was singing soprano. The dogs looked around and saw that momma was no longer bringing up the rear, but playing a new game. Two dog pile up! Yeah! What fun! Slobber, slobber, bark, bark. They wouldn’t leave momma, no sir-re bob! This was fun and look…. she’s so grateful for the way we love her, she’s crying! Awwwwww….. momma! We love you too! Slobber, slobber.
 Doggy Lick  Puppy 2 
I managed to make it up the 2 flights of stairs… thank goodness I have strong, big dogs!… and to the phone in under 30 minutes. A new record! Whooopeee! First a call to the hubby…. “Honey, I think I’ve broken my ankle, sorry!”. He simply groaned. Hubby is an OTR trucker and would be home the next day. We both wondered at the ability of our dogs to “hold it” for 24 hours. Neither of us thought it was likely, but hope does spring eternal!
Next, a call to 911. I warned them about the dogs and waited by the door for their arrival. I heard them pull up and managed to hop out the door to meet them. As they came up the walk, I could hear one whistling a happy tune. It stopped as soon as they realized I lived on the 3rd floor. So, down the stairs they helped me hobble and into the wagon. We arrived at the ER by the time the EMT and I had become good enough friends for him to tell me to stop my whining… that his money was on a sprain and I needed to stop wussing out! Suck it up! Great people doing a hard job!
Chill Pill
He won the bet, although torn ligaments and a tendon are worse than just an everyday ol’ sprain! HAHAHA  They gave me some lovely medication for pain. They wanted to give me crutches, which I turned down after I finished laughing (Can you imagine trying to get 2 dogs and me on crutches down 2 flights of stairs?!), and then sent me home in a cab. I turned down a script for more pain medication… I felt wonderful! I gave the cabbie a $5.00 tip for a $10.00 fare. I felt I’d come to love her in those few short minutes….
I managed to make 2 trips up and down those stairs before the lovely pain meds wore off. The dogs then waited for daddy to come home… I couldn’t move. And did you know that they will NOT call in pain medication after you turn it down…  that you have to go back in????? Sadists!
Hubby finally came in, ran the poor dogs down (they were so grateful), and took care of me until today. He is back on the road and the dogs and I are taking slow, careful trips down the stairs. No long walks, just far enough to do their necessary and back we go! They are going to be doing some heavy duty bladder stretching the next week!
 Hippie 1 
Blessings! Glo

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I use to be mortified to be associated with Mississippi. But, after having lived there for over 20 years, I consider it home. There is still a lot wrong with MS, but there is a lot right also. I miss the slower pace and the southern hospitality. I miss my friends. And I am always cheered when I see anything that points to progress the state is making.
The following story caught my eye and I am pleased to see the state finally taking the rights of animals seriously. It reflects positively on Mississippians and the change in the way they view people, their state and their view of rest of the world. The changes may be slow, but they are getting there.

Gulfport Success Story: Boy Toy

Easy Boy wasn’t exactly the poster boy for adoptable pooches when he first came to the Humane Society of South Mississippi (HSSM). The elder pooch wasn’t looking too adoptable, and wouldn’t even raise his head when someone came to the door of his run. Shelter staffers worried over his future—until they discovered the secret to his hidden vitality—as soon as the toys came out, Easy bounced after them with the enthusiasm of a young pup.

By the time Bryan Ladnier and his wife paid a visit to HSSM, Easy Boy had perked up. “He was alert and active,” Bryan remembers, “and as soon as he caught my eye, he grabbed the toy lying in front of him and brought it to the gate.” Easy Boy kept eye contact with Bryan while his tail wagged playfully. “We took him for a short walk,” says his new dad, “and the decision was sealed.”

The welcome committee at Easy’s new home—a pack of six rescued pooches—accepted the newcomer with a minimum of fuss. Of course there had to be a rearrangement of sleeping spaces. “Easy needed the reassurance of sleeping near me to help him adjust,” says Bryan.

Now Easy sleeps just about anywhere he likes, and mingles happily with Cupcake, Prissy, Sebastian, Harley, BoBo and Shadow—and the humans in the pack. “Easy will often appear at my side just looking for a pat on the head,” says Bryan, “and my daughter is always happy to keep him chasing after his Kong. It’s the same toy he carried in his mouth the day we found him.”


Blessings! Glo

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DSCF0666.JPG Our First Snowfall in 2008

It started snowing last night around 10pm. The dogs and I went out and watched the flakes fall, they took care of their necessaries, and back up the stairs we went. Wet, cold and happy.

When I looked out again around midnight, there was several inches on the ground. I couldn’t resist. I bundled up and out we wentDSCF0664.JPG again. Zeke and Suzie were cautious; step, sniff… a few more steps and sniff again. Suddenly, Suzie was overcome with excitment and the chase was on! Slipping and sliding, Zeke on her heels, down the sidewalk and into the field we went. Ears flying, she ran in mad circles. I threw a couple of snowballs and they were promptly chased down followed by looks of confusion…. “Where’d it go?” Soaking wet, puffing out big breaths of steam, back up into the warm apt. to dry off. Two DSCF0672.JPG hours later… back out!

This morning everyone was out. Playing with their dogs, pulling sleds, having snowball fights. Everyone had a huge, goofy grin… “Hey! How you doing? It snowed!” “My dog can’t figure out whereDSCF0673.JPG to go to the bathroom either!” HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Fresh birdseed out in the feeders and my, look at the rush! My turn, my turn, my turn! The cardnials are too quick and shy to get their picture taken. If I could just keep the furballs still, maybe I could sneak a quick one of the cardinal. No DSCF0671.JPG such luck!

Dogs and I are drying out and getting warm. Fresh coffee for me and a nap for them. I plan on joining them shortly.

Is there anything more fun than the first snow fall of the year?



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