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All worn out after running through sprinklers on a perfect afternoon.

Jun/2009 at 4:47 am 4 comments


I like to make my own dog food. I think it is healthier (for them) and more economical (for me).



Chicken thighs

Lean roast beef-little bit of leftovers

P-Nut Butter



Green beans

Fresh Spinach

Parsley-(helps Little-Bits tummy)



Yams-(no sugar or salt)

White rice-(had to add because it was so gooey)


Cook chicken in olive oil.

Cut into small pieces.

Cook vegetables in chicken stock. Drain.

Mix chicken and vegetables with yams and p-nut butter.

Cook rice with stock and saved vegetable water from fridge.

Mix everything together and cool in the fridge.

Put in snack sized Zip-Locks and freeze.

Made about a week’s worth. And the boneless, skinless chicken thighs were only $1.00 a pound. Yea!


My goal for next batch is to try the brown or wild rice again and see if it still affects Little-Bits tummy.

I also want to try tomato to see if we have any allergies. Since I cook with tomatoes so much, it would be easier and I think they are very healthy. There is a bit of debate about this for dogs, though, so I am not so sure.

I also want to see if I can find a better freezer process, although the snack sized bag is perfect for one dog for one day with a little fresh food mixed in. Also, and this is no small matter, the bags stack perfectly in the freezer drawer of my fridge.

May/2009 at 2:42 pm 1 comment





This was the pair I went to see.


Don’t laugh! This was the most comfortable. Swiveled and rocked!


Better in the photo than in person. Did not look antique but good colors.


Guy chair. And a little Goth. ‘Nuff said.


This hide was very subtle and the piping gave it a crisp look. I think a pair of these would look great in a modern setting though I might paint the legs a glossy black.

The velvet pillow with Milagros was $190.00! Yikes!


Liked the look but uncomfortable and shop worn. (The dogs would have fun with the fringe.)

Himself was having none of it. He looked around in abject horror (That took about 30 seconds.), told me what he thought about their half-price sale and parked himself on a comfy couch. He was done. Frankly, I didn’t think he’d last that long!


Bebe and Little-Bit’s favorite chair and mine too! (Note the protective quilt covering.) I just had to get the puppies into this post. They have chair opinions, too! Little-Bit is actually a renown expert in this area.

May/2009 at 2:52 am 1 comment




Southern women do not appreciate “critters” in their gardens.

She really thinks that I cannot see her. (telephoto lens)

May/2009 at 4:41 pm Leave a comment



I always say that Cotons de Tulears are not great guard dogs but they make wonderful watchdogs. Bebe has proved me wrong.

This is especially amazing when you consider her history. Before she came to us she was not treated well and, unlike most Cotons, is not social. She is afraid of men. She is a one-woman dog.

I was going to my garage (unlocked and not attached to the house) through my back garden (locked gates). It was the middle of the day. The dogs were behind me but are not allowed in the garage as Little-Bit always feels compelled to baptize the floor. Usually they just sit outside the door and wait for me.

Not this day! Bebe climbed over Little-Bit and scratched my sandaled feet in her haste to attack a closed door that leads to a small room in the corner of the garage. She was jumping as high as the doorknob and literally throwing herself at the door. She went what I call “Coton Crazy” and not in a good way. She sounded like a garage full of junk yard dogs.

I thought there might be a rat in the little room and beat a hasty retreat. Bebe would not come away from the door and I had to drag her out of the garage. Even then, she stayed between me and the garage- walking backwards, barking and growling until we were safely back in the house.

I made a mental note to call the exterminator and paid scant attention to the little dog who stationed herself by the back door. She was pacing and hyper-vigilant.

An hour or so later, the animals and I went out to do our “business” (my business was deadheading my roses) and I noticed that things were awry on the deck. Someone had been in the back yard. I think that someone was also in my garage.

The policeman told me that I should have listened to my dog. I agree.

I thought about putting a sign in my back window that says, “BEWARE OF BOA CONSTRICTOR”. That would stop me if I were a burglar. But perhaps my sign should say, “BEWARE OF BEBE”.

My 15 pound, white, not-so-young fluffball is all heart. She is also my hero.

ADDENDUM- I will be locking all my doors all the time from now on. And I will listen to my dog.

May/2009 at 11:53 pm Leave a comment





img_0257on my velvet bedspread!



My Cotons live in a large, tiled area that is the size of my first apartment. They are allowed to come with us to the rest of the house -except for my bedroom. I just wanted one area that was an island of serenity and cleanliness. Fur-free, so to speak.

The problem started when I decided to take a nap. God forbid.

They whined and cried at the doggy gate and then decided to body slam the double doors into the dining room. Since they had done that before, there were rubber bands wrapped around the handles. “No hill for a stepper.” as Himself says. BAM! The doors slammed into the walls. Patter, patter, patter of happy little feet headed my way.

I sat up drowsily to see to fuzzy, white, bouncing balls trying to leap up onto my high bed. I jumped up yelling, “Sit! Stay!” but not before grabbing my cell to take pictures because they are just so darn cute. B.B., for the first time in her life, sat and stayed. She tilted her head and looked at me as if to say, “This is gonna be good.”

Little-Bit scratched my bedspread, circled and made a little nest for herself. It seemed as if she was laughing at me as I chased her around the room and she kept going back to her nest like it was home base.

Finally, I was able to catch her with her head stuck under the bed and her butt stuck up in the air. Her tail was wagging away like a plume of white feathers. She thought that if she couldn’t see me then I couldn’t see her.

The funny thing is that she used to be able to wiggle under that bed. Not any more…

May/2009 at 3:09 pm Leave a comment


“No animal should ever jump up on the dining-room furniture unless absolutely certain that he can hold his own in the conversation.”

Fran Lebowitz

The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of
his tongue.”


“Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that you are

Ann Landers

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they

Will Rogers

“There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.”

Bern Williams

“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves

Josh Billings

“The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.”

Andrew A.Rooney

“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have
known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.”

James Thurber

“A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times
before lying down.”

Robert Benchley

“I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.”

Rita Rudner

“Dogs need to sniff the ground; it’s how they keep abreast of current
events. The ground is a giant dog newspaper, containing all kinds of
late-breaking dog news items, which, if they are especially urgent, are
often continued in the next yard.”

Dave Barry

“Anybody who doesn’t know what soap tastes like never washed a dog.”

Franklin P. Jones

“If your dog is fat, you aren’t getting enough exercise.”


“Outside of a dog, a book is probably man’s best friend; inside of a dog,
it’s too dark to read.”

Groucho Marx

“Ever consider what they must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul — chicken, pork, half a cow. They
must think we’re the greatest hunters on earth!”

Anne Tyler

“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and
get used to the idea.”

Robert A. Heinlein

“To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.”

Aldous Huxley

“God… sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it… and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better.”

Rainer Maria Rilke



Apr/2009 at 12:55 am Leave a comment

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