Monday, September 15, 2014



    In a couple of days I will be 55.  Time moves very fast.  The months and seasons turning faster and faster.  I know that I have much I want to achieve and things I MUST do and places I want to see before aging and/or health problems prevent them.  A bucket list of sorts.  Do you have one?

  I know I want to write a cookbook for my grandchildren.  There are many recipes from my grandmother and other family members I want passed on.   My granddaughters love to cook and when my oldest granddaughter,  Emma asked me to write a cookbook for her, I KNEW it had to happen.   One of the things that will make this a little difficult is I rarely use exact measurements.  Im a throw and go kinda cook.  But I will get it figured out.

  I would like to travel just a little.  Alaska is one place I want to see.  I would like to visit New England and rent a little cottage near the ocean.  I would also love to fly to Italy if only for a weekend of eating and drinking wine.  I dont have a single drop of Italian blood in me but Italy still calls me.

  I want to rent a motor home and take a cross country trip with Mickey and my grands.  Maybe see the redwood forest and the grand canyon and the ocean.
  I want to invent a grass seed that allows a beautiful blade of  grass to grow just one inch then stop.  It will stay green throughout the winter and be drought and blight resistant.  No need to mow ever again.   (I dont think this is possible!)

  I never want to forget how precious and special every single day on earth is.  There are many many horrible things happening around the world.  I wish it would stop.  I just dont know how to make it stop.  I have to believe it will tho. 

   So for today I am thankful for my simple life, the people that I love and the little piece of the world I now call home.   Oh and a dog named Bob. 

What is on your bucket list?  Tell me...

The grands are doing well in their new school and new home.  They are happy.  That makes me very happy. 

I sold my bike.  It was great.  I had a lot of fun with it.  I just feel older and not as strong nor are my reflexes what they were 10 years ago. It was time.  
My mini me.  They say we look alike.
Dylan and Emma are writing to Nana Tibby in Pennsylvania.  They are all pen pals.  Its wonderful.  Nana Tibby is their great grandmother.  Here is a note that Emma wrote:


Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Spring 2014

 March 2014

I had my son take a picture of the grands and me.  Oh and Bob of course!   Bob and I are seldom apart.  (And we would have included Mickey, but he is camera shy!)

Dylan is doing great in his gifted and talented class.  Fifth grade seems to be a breeze for him.  His basketball team just finished up their season.  He received a special ball from the coach for being the MVP of the team.  He is now just starting the baseball season.  I am so looking forward to that. 
Dylan just turned 12 and he had his birthday party at a roller skating rink.

Which leads me to Emma.  (On the end of the bench)  She actually fractured her ankle that night while wearing her skates.  She has been on crutches and she is sporting a pink cast. 
All will be fine in a couple more weeks.  She is doing great in 3rd grade.  She also just finished up her season of basketball.  Love to watch those games.  Emma is so sweet and loves animals!

Addyson (middle with bat and ball)  loves school.  She is in all day Kindergarten and can write so well and also is a great artist.  They are all artistic.  Addyson wants to be a cheerleader in the worst way..  I'm sure she will be.  Addyson is very athletic.  She could also be an actress.  Her imagination is out of this world!!

These kids are truly amazing.  When they spend the weekend with us they enjoy being outside and exploring nature.  We go to movies, enjoy cooking, bringing friends along for the weekend, playing ball in the yard, touring on the golf cart, playing Uncle Wiggly, reading books and watching Netflix. 

They are the absolute joy of our life.

Whats new with you?

Tell me


Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Bob....Hes going to be okay! Its a miracle!!

After Mickey and I left the vets office on Sunday, he kept trying to reassure me that Bob was going to be okay.  Of course there was nothing I wanted to hear more than that!  But I still wasn't getting that FOR SURE confirmation from any of the veterinarians.  There was still a chance of brain swelling etc.  I wanted to believe he would recover.  I did.  But I was afraid of being devastated..again...After all, I thought when I saw him lying on the road that he was dead.  It was horrific.
Monday I left work early to be at the vets office by 5.  I had already told my boss I was going to be off work for the next few days to be with Bob.  He knows how I feel about my dog and was ok with it.  They had sedated Bob to get him cleaned up and treat any wounds that needed attention. (he had grease all over him from whatever vehicle hit him).  I stayed for the hour and said I would be back in the morning.
The next day after being at the vets for awhile they agreed to unhook the IV and give me a few hours at home with him..
   I had to take him back at 4.  They then decided to take out the IV port and let him spend the night.  After that it was general improvement by the hour.  Back to the vet in the morning and back home again with meds.  Hour by hour we worked and worked on eating, drinking, walking and resting.  After a few days of this he had a follow up appointment.  Dr. Corr was so thrilled to see him doing so well!!!  The staff was happy to see Bob again and to know that indeed he was truly a wonder dog!  He was going to make it!!  Dr. Mack came outside as we were leaving just to say how excited she was to hear that Bob was doing ok.  Bob is popular no matter where he goes.  But you all knew that, right?

  Bob is doing just fine with very little evidence that anything had even happened to him.  His forehead of course still has an indentation and we have to keep our eye on that area.  Should any of the bone fragments die and start to cause trouble, then a surgery will be necessary.  Until then, we will continue to limit activity and let mother nature do whatever she can.  Hopefully he will not have to have the surgery.  He has some trouble with his sinus now but it doesn't seem too bad.  All in all he is extremely lucky.    As are we.

And we wont ever forget that.

Not ever.

 I cant thank the Doctors and Staff of Thunderbird Veterinary hospital enough.  They helped save his life!!  They were diligent and kind and caring.  Without them, Bob would not be here today.  They spoon fed him.  They gave him everything he needed to survive the shock and kept him as comfortable as possible.   They are wonderful.


and Bob...The wonder dog................

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Bob.....The Wonder Dog.....Part 2

After leaving Bob at the Thunderbird Veterinary Hospital we drove home.  I was silently praying to God to make it all be ok.  It had to be ok. 
  How and why did all this happen ?   Bob never goes on the road.  He had been taught from the very beginning to NEVER get on the road.  He would walk every morning with me to get the paper.  He knew that I would pick up the paper and that was the sign to head back down the lane and back to the house.  When we take the trash up or retrieve the mail he would go along of course and never get near the road.  It never occurred to us that he would head up the long drive and go out onto the road and be hit by a car or truck or whatever it was that hit him.  Had he chased a cat or rabbit?  Had he known it was about time for me to come home from work and he wanted to see me?  We will never know the answer. 
Friday evening was one of the longest evenings ever.  Sleep was not easy.  Dr. Corr said she would call during the night if need be.  The phone did not ring. 
Saturday morning I awoke with the sad realization that Bob was not home with us.  Going for the paper was a very lonely and tearful walk.  Just the normal day to day activities were suddenly painful reminders of all the things Bob does with me. 
Soon as the vets office opened I called.  The vet said that when she opened up that morning, Bob was sitting up in his cage.  She said he had a look on his face as if to say, "What Happened?".!!  What I wanted was confirmation that he was going to be ok.  I wanted to hear he would live.  Dr. Corr said of course she could not say that but things certainly were looking better than they had the previous evening.  She said Bob had some hurdles to go thru.  The first being just surviving the first 24 hours.  Then drinking, eating and going to the bathroom.   I made arrangements to come out and see him! 
I was there within 15 minutes. 
How wonderful it was to see him!  I cried and petted him and talked to him.  He was hooked up to an IV and after some time they unhooked it and allowed me to take him outside.  He did pee for me out there but he squatted to do it.  He was groggy and unsteady.  After some time he was hooked back up and it was time for them to close for the day.  I made arrangements to return on Sunday at 5.  Mickey and I showed up at 4:40.   We visited him and they unhooked him and we took him outside for a walk.  I began to have serious hope that everything was going to be ok.  It just had to be.  It had been 48 hours since the accident. 

Part three tomorrow.  

Monday, March 3, 2014

Bob.......Truly a wonder dog

I was on my way home from work a week and a half ago.  It was Friday and I was looking forward to the weekend.  We had a very busy afternoon and we were running a few minutes later than usual closing the office.  We had a bank deposit to get done, and I offered to do it since things were running behind, but my co-worker said she would do it.  So I started my 20 minute drive home.
As I approached my driveway I noticed a couple of cars ahead of me swerving toward the left, obviously trying to avoid something on the road.  Fear set in as this was in front of my property.  As I topped the hill, my world crashed.  Time stood still.  Bob was lying on the roadway......
Not moving

I don't remember getting from my car to Bob but I will never forget kneeling on the road to pick him up.  His eyes were wide open and unblinking.  I screamed.  As I gathered him in my arms, I was surprised by the fact that he was warm.  I didn't expect that I suppose.  I also didn't expect his body to be movable, but it was.
I took him back to my car as traffic moved around me.  I remember seeing some lady staring but not stopping.  No one stopped.  I drove down the driveway stopping abruptly in front of the house.  I jumped out, still holding Bob, yelling for Mickey.

I remember seeing Mickey and our neighbor, Brian, running over to us.  I laid Bob down on the front porch floor.  Mickey and Brian both said he needed to go to the vet.  Of course he did.  I couldn't think.  I could barely move.  Bob hadn't blinked.  I didnt know if he was even breathing.  Mickey got in the drivers seat and I jumped in the passenger side holding Bob .  He drove like a madman.  100 mph.  The vets office was probably 15 minutes away.  I cried and prayed and begged for Bob to live!!

We pulled up to the door of Thunderbird Veterinary Clinic.
We rushed in.  They took him back to the examination room.   He still was staring straight ahead without blinking.  Dr. Corr said his head was fractured.  She could feel that with her fingers.  She said it didn't look good.  They took him back for xrays and told us that he did have a fractured skull and vertebrae out of line in his neck.  They began to treat him for shock and pain.  I spoke to Bob and told him he would be okay, not knowing if it was even true.  With his life in their hands, we drove back home.  I felt empty inside.  My heart broken.

Tomorrow was so uncertain....

Monday, January 6, 2014

A good job

This is the part of keeping animals that is the hardest.  Letting them go.

Delilah was born somewhere in Kansas and spent her first 4 or 5 years in a very unhappy situation from what the Pyr rescue group told me.  I was looking for THE dog to start my little hobby farm, one that would watch over the goats that I had always wanted. 
After a short time I found a Pyr rescue that was only a few  miles from my house.  I drove over to see what dogs were available.  They had approximately 6 at that time.   The man that operated the rescue said that Delilah was not very sociable and he knew little except she came from Kansas and was an abused dog with some issues.   And of course I wanted her.
My barn was just being built and the fencing wasn't finished, so they agreed to keep her there until I ready to get her.   I paid for her and for her food for a few more weeks.  I would go over and sit with her in her kennel and brush her and try to get her come out of her shell. 
Finally, the barn was done and she was home with me.  She had two little saanens and a barn and pasture all of her own.  She excelled at her *job* and took the best care of the goats.  The flock increased and I brought in another dog to *help*.   Delilah was assigned to the pasture and patrolled and kept watch day and night, season after season.
A hard decision but one that had to be made.  Delilah is now gone and suffers no longer.  Her age may have been 14 to 15 years old.  She gave us her best.  She did finally come out of that shell of hers and especially the last couple of years enjoyed being petted and loved.  Mostly by me.
The last month she was comfortable in her own stall at night with a heat lamp and extra special food.  Her patrol was turned over to the other pasture dog, Ben.  Her job was done.  She went as far as she could.