A Long Absence

Hello, there!  I’ve been a stranger, not written in a very long time.  I have no excuses, reasons or anything to say on my behalf.  I’ve simply been “away”.  I’m back, and the plan is to not wander so far away again.

So what’s happened since my last installment?  A lot, and then again, not very much.  Still living in Florida, and we’ve bought a house.  That’s a huge deal!  I don’t ever want to go through the home buying experience again!  Our realtor was amazing, no complaints there.  Our finance guy…kinda a clone of the Energizer Bunny, only not so warm and fuzzy!  He did the job, got it done for us, but the hoops we had to jump through were a killer!

We haven’t adopted a new dog yet, can’t bring ourselves to replace Chewy.  He’s irreplaceable.  At times I’m ready, then others I’m just not.  Still cry over the good memories.  Now and then we do dog-sit for our buddy Shadow, he’s a black and white Cocker Spaniel with the sweetest disposition!  That helps fill the hole left by Chewy for awhile.  Maybe someday…

We’ve got our dream house!  Three bedrooms, a pool, nice neighborhood, etc.  It checks off all the “gotta have” boxes.  But of course, after just a few months, homeowner reality sets in and we had to replace the air conditioning unit.  Another few months later, the hot water heater takes a crap.  Now a possible issue with the pool pump…but it’s still makes me happy knowing that it’s our home, our special place forever!!

Halloween is coming quickly and I don’t know what to expect in our new neighborhood.  I asked the ten year old boy next door if there’s usually trick or treating.  He was so cute, said he couldn’t remember, but maybe he might be too old for it this year.  Really?  Since when are ten year old boys too old for costumes and candy?

Thanksgiving? Christmas? Don’t get me started on how quickly that’s coming at us!  I don’t even have outside decorations and lights for the house yet.  We can’t be “that house” with no lights in the neighborhood!  I need to figure out the best way to string lights in palm trees.  I’ll check for a video on the internet!

If you’re a friend of my previous posts, thanks for checking this out again.  If you’re a new friend, Welcome Aboard!  Until next time…have a fabulous day!

 

The Hole in My Heart

For fifteen years, met at the door by my dog, Chewy. His bubbly personality, always happy to see me, ready for head scratches and belly rubs. Stalking me from room to room, but sometimes would get bored and look for another family member to track. If one of us were out, pacing and whining until all his humans were safely back home. But this last week, no more.

Unfortunately, old age caught up with Chewy quite quickly over the last six months or so. He became blinded by cataracts, slowed by arthritis attacking his joints, and quite possibly some type of neurological distress, all which contributed to hacking away at the lively little Lhasa Apso we’d all come to love and adore.

The heart-wrenching decision was made and Chewy was sent on his way to that “better place” where he will no longer suffer from his ailments. My family is broken, feeling this loss deeply. Fond memories bring tears. A lot of tears. We each experience the emptiness in different ways, we hug and console each other as best we can.

I think the time of day where I most miss my little buddy is at night. Chewy seemed to know when it was getting close to my bedtime and begin to give me “that look”. I’d ask if he was ready for bed, Chewy would jump down from the couch and walk towards the bedroom. Some nights he would jump up on the bed and wait for his blanket to be placed just right in his spot near my feet. Other nights when he wanted to snuggle close, he would burrow himself in beside me and drift off, all the while giving off enough body heat to take the chill off a large building.

I miss that little bed hog. More than I ever thought possible. Chewy was more than just a dog. He was an integral part of the family. The one constant we call could count on, giving unconditional love and support, no matter what the situation. A nudge, a kiss, a paw…exactly what was needed, exactly when needed.

No one else will ever fill this hole left in my heart. It’s your spot, Chewy. You will always be with me.

Sticky Notes Rule

Think about this…how did the world even function before the creation of Post-It Notes?

I cannot even imagine an office anywhere that does not have a bin full of assorted colors of sticky notes in their supply cabinet.  These amazing inventions are likely the most helpful items ever.  Looking over my desk, I currently have two notes hanging from my monitor, three stuck directly to my desk, and another five on other sheets of paper pinned to my wall.  Not that I always remember to look at my notes…but that’s another day.

The uses for these sticky little marvels are endless.  They make great bookmarks, are handy by the fridge to note groceries you need to pick up, and are the perfect size for drink coasters.  You can use the sticky side to clean dust from between the keys of your keyboard.  Use them to mark events on your family calendar with specific colors for each person.  Maybe even decorate your friend’s car with hundreds of notes for a birthday surprise.

Besides being every color of the rainbow, you can find these handy little guys in various shapes and sizes, too.  I’ve seen holiday themed sticky notes and some pre-printed with grocery lists or chores for the kids to do at home, and even things for teachers to use in the classroom.

What a world we live in, huh?  Imagine how one sticky little piece of paper has transformed the way we do things.  If something like that can make a huge impact, what can you do to change the world around you today?

Six AM Thunder Buddy

Something about an impending thunder storm sets Chewy’s spidey-sense on edge.  For ten minutes before the lightening even starts, he’s whimpering from his spot at the foot of the bed.  Soon he’s inching towards me so that right about when the first crack of thunder hits, he’s wrapped around my neck.

Interestingly, Lhasa Apso dogs were originally bred in Tibet to guard the Buddhist monasteries, alerting the Monks to intruders.  Huh.

Once Chewy is cuddled in close and shaking like a baby rattle, whimpering continues until the last flash and boom are a faded memory.  He peeks out occasionally to check if the storm is still brewing, but is content under a blanket until the end, as long as he’s being hugged tightly.  Once the storm is over, he follows his humans around for awhile, keeping at least one of us in sight in case the storm returns and he needs a hug.

This is how today began for me.  I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  Chewy is part of our family, our baby, best friend, and confidant.  We care for his every need, and he showers us with undying devotion and dragon-breath kisses.

Happy Tuesday, Everyone!

MEET MY DOG, CHEWY!

I take our Lhasa Apso out around 6:30 a.m. for his morning business meeting.  I say “around” because I’m not a morning person and hate the sound of the alarm, thus my timing is inaccurate.  But Chewy (yes, Chewbacca, for you Star Wars fans!) has impeccable timing most mornings and knows exactly what time he’s scheduled to roll.

Before the Fall time change when it was still dark  outside, I decided my attire didn’t matter.  The few other dog walkers I encounter and those bleary-eyed neighbors leaving for work could not decipher that I’m wearing ratty shorts and the t-shirt I slept in.  Now that it is daylight when we go out, time for a fashion overhaul?  Nope…I have no shame!  The temps have dipped a bit, so I’m out there in my blue plaid flannel pants and the t-shirt I slept in.  Chewy has never uttered a complaint.

Chewy has been in our family since 2000.  When our boys were young, they would play rough with him and he loved it.  Being a small fluffy dog, he was great for spinning on the tile kitchen floor.  He hates getting a bath, will bark and run crazy circles around the house trying to shake the water off himself.  I always say he’s the only baby I have left, since our boys are in their 20’s.  So yeah, I’ve spoiled him.

Maybe like me, you have wondered what a dog’s thought process involves.  Chewy will trot happily along, then stop suddenly to sniff absolutely nothing for five minutes.  I’ve seen him deathly afraid of dried leaves blowing across the street near him.  Strangely, he doesn’t give a second’s notice to another dog barking at him, even if said dog is bigger.  The rear-end sniffing ritual seems to be a contest to Chewy, as he will attempt to stealthily sniff the other dog when it isn’t looking.  Once that dog wants to sniff him, he gets snarly and walks away. Doesn’t seem fair, but what do I know?

Chewy may be eternally grateful his humans now live in Florida.  In Ohio when it got cold, we put a sweater on him to go outside.  Some dogs seem to love clothes.  Chewy is not one of them.  The second he spots the red and white striped contraption, life visibly drains from his furry little face.  He hangs his head and will not make eye contact.  When we slide it over his head, he shakes violently as if he can shred the monster that has enveloped him.  It’s hilarious to watch.

Maybe now I’ll shop for a Hawaiian shirt.  Do they sell flip flops for dogs?  Never mind, Chewy would eat them anyway.