Saturday, April 4, 2020

Everyday News



DIL to be Helene starts a garden at new home


Wonderful neighbor Robin drops off fried chicken last evening.
I actually made yummy noises while eating.

( then returned later with lunch for today)


Darling daughter wrote me this:
" Remember when I would be in your bed and refuse to get up,
so you just made me into the bed?"


So she made Tom up into the bed

Of course this created major longing pains for 
kids so I visited her Instagram
 and watched from the 1st post to today.
Got a little weepy.

now open 
My dearest pal Carole's business
If you live anywhere nearby, 
please please
visit. 
Gardening is a great stress reliever, 
and fresh air and distancing will work fine.













Thursday, April 2, 2020

Air So Fresh Skies So Blue




It is eerily quiet in my neighborhood.
I wanted Walter to have a different view today,
so I brought him into the den, 
and using photobooth shot this scene behind me.

I threw a towel over the chair 
as his puppy nails can quickly shred.
I was hoping he would be entertained by 
movements outside but there were none.

No people, no dog walking, no birds flying,
or planes in the sky.
nothing

A little creepy.
I have noticed for two weeks
 now the absence of birds.
Anyone else concerned about this?
Perhaps they've all gone to the strip.

He sniffs the air and whines now and then,
and then a yelp and I turn to see a man
sauntering past wearing an old straw hat.
Walter scrambles even higher.



Air so fresh * skies so blue
and finally the coo of a mourning dove.


Sunday, March 29, 2020

Ray of Sunshine




One small bit of light coming into the 
family room and Walter found it.

I've been making different toys for him
to keep him busy. He loves the 
knotted rope ones the best.

Poor little guy has no dog friends and no
other human in his life. We'll need lots
 of socialization weeks? months? from now.

His ongoing habit of climbing up my chest
to perch like a parrot on my shoulder
is problematic. At 6 weeks he fit fairly well.
At 13 weeks he balances on both shoulders,
curved around my neck
digging in so as not to fall, while trying 
to chew hair and lick everywhere. 
Often I end up with a tiny butt in my face.

Very bad parenting on my part I know,
but he leaps up so fast and it is hilarious.

The days roll by while
working to keep the fears at bay.
Neighbors picked up antibiotic prescriptions;
yep, another bronchial infection,
  and also found me laundry
 detergent which is scarce on line.

Grocery delivery is working pretty well.
Sooo much texting to kids and friends.
I drive to the mailbox up the street at night,
almost always in pjs.
I don't have to carry O/2 tank that way
and it gives my car a 
little engine time each week.

This next week I may take a drive to see
what it feels like out there. I have no point
of reference other than tv images.

I'm searching for every ray of sunshine I can find.

Stay safe

Z

Monday, March 23, 2020

Spatchcock


First Spatchcock chicken. 
Not as pretty as some, as both legs fell
off while transferring.
I did not place them correctly or that 
that would have been one weird bird.
Of course what isn't weird and scary these days? 

Stay safe Stay home

Z


Sunday, March 15, 2020

So Flippin' Cute



I've been pretty isolated for over
 two years now so the new normal does not
affect me as much as the rest of you.

I always have emergency supplies
so that has been Ok also. For now
 I'm having groceries delivered, 
and still being careful when handling.

What has really helped is this sweet boy.
Always busy playing by my side,
or sleeping tucked next to me
 or in his favorite spot,
on my chest.

He's a stubborn, determined pup at times,
(He has murdered two boxes of kleenex already.)
but we're working on things together.

Thought you all could use 
a sweet thought and pic
today. Walter says Hello!

Please be cautious, not fearful,
generous, not selfish,
and if you have nearby seniors 
please help them out if you can.

I have two neighbors who are checking on 
me, and there for me if I need anything.
That makes me feel less anxious, as I am 
extremely vulnerable and my kin
are so far away.

oh and BTW
vet says he's a jack russell mix.
That explains a lot


Sunday, March 1, 2020

It's All About The Fringe



It's the fringe that gets me every time.
That and his sweet face 
always seeking approval and cuddles. 


Walter met his 4th human Saturday,
 my neighbor up the street, and he was
only nervous for about a minute.
Last week when meeting another neighbor
 he wouldn't go near her.
We're growing bigger and smarter each day.


The table boxes for the wedding are
done. They head to CA soon. There won't be
room in the car for them when I drive down 
for actual wedding, especially now with
the pooch in tow. 

I am feeling calmer and more myself these days.
It is amazing what a small creature can do 
for our mental health.
Even though I keep having
medical set backs, they don't seem to throw 
me off course as much, if at all. 

The world is a scary place these days.
I am respiratory compromised, so anything that
can make that worse is frightening.
I stay close to home most of the time anyway,
but it is now advisable. We must all be careful,
as we should every day of every year,
but not get caught up in the fear mongering
that social media is creating.

24/7 news is a bad thing.
They have to fill all that time and the temptation
to create hysteria is exactly that, too tempting. 

Stay healthy my friends, and 
wash your hands-wash your hands.

elbow bumps all around

Z




Thursday, February 20, 2020

Little Thief


Hello Walter!
I love dogs who look into your eyes,
really listening to your words.
I love his wrinkles.


I love his "fur collar" The fringe and 
the perfect peak making another heart.



I got up to pop something in the microwave
and returned to find a little thief
 had stolen my pillow,
and my heart.

I will diligently try not to
turn this into the Life of Walter blog,
but it's all so new and wonderful.
Bear with me just a bit.



Sunday, February 16, 2020

SO Happy SOOOOO Tired

Walter



His left pad has a heart or Mickey


I woke up from our couch nap 
this morning to find him tucked 
away behind me.
That belly!

Did I mention I was tired?
oh boy am I tired

Z


Thursday, February 13, 2020

Where Did That Post Go?

Some of you saw a post over a week ago about 
me meeting my new best friend, and a few other things
but after my "visit" I immediately
removed the post as the visit was a nightmare.

It was not a free wonderful dog.
It was a pyramid, for lack of another name,
for breeding.

I left, drove around the corner 
and sat and cried.
That night I was so angry, my BP soared.

Fast forward to a few days ago.
Hannah had sent me links to some 
new rescue sites, urging me not to give up.
I filled out a couple. 

Within an hour, I got an email of a match.
With a face that tore open my heart.
Then after filling out the application,
I got a call within an hour,
 and passed the phone interview.

Two days later,
I met him at his
foster's home.
                                          

a few days more and this morning
I had my home visit to pass the yard and home
inspection.

This group rarely has puppies.
A mama and her 2 puppies had been dumped.
That I checked in just 1 hour after they posted
is my angels helping out. Dozens more applied.


Meet Walter

I am in love
He is so tiny, and will remain small.
I have never had a small dog in my life,
my cats weighed more than he will.
Lots of work and joy ahead.

Z


went shopping yesterday
maybe a little overboard?
hehe





Friday, January 24, 2020

A Tribute To A Dog

I am still having issues
with the loss of Howie,
So much anger because of the mistakes made
by the Drs and the animal hospital.
 I also struggle daily (hourly at times) with the fact 
that I wasn't there in his last moments.
As these past 2 years have unfolded,
with all my medical issues,
it really was Howie who got me through
the tough days and gave me a reason
to get out of bed or not retreat to it.
Not to mention the other 13 years 
he never left my side.

If you have never loved an animal
that way you most likely will not understand.
Your loss

All I know is the speech is 
 how I feel, and I'm tired of 
pretending it's getting better
 and this most of all.

"The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous... is his dog."


In 1869 A senator George Graham Vest represented a plaintiff whose dog had been shot by a neighbor who questioned the $150.00 he was asked to pay "for this mere animal."
This is the speech Senator Senator Vest of Missouri gave to the jury: It is known as A Tribute To A Dog


"Gentlemen of the jury: the best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his worst enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous... is his dog.
Gentlemen of the Jury: a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."

I found this speech today by hearing another 
given in 1936 by Lionel Barrymore
in the film The Voice of Bugle Ann
He attributes it to the Senator

"The best friend a man may have in the world can turn agin him. A man's son or his daughter that he's raised the best way he knows how may turn agin him. Folks that he trusts more than anyone else in the world can turn out to be snakes in the grass. A man can lose all his money just when he needs it the most. Folks that are cheering a man most when he's successful is the first one to heave a rock at him when he falls down. The only absolutely unselfish friend a man can have, one that will never be ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. Yes sir, a man's dog will stand by him rich or poor, sick or well. He'll sleep on the cold ground, don't make no difference. Wind or snow, all he asks is just to stand by him. He'll kiss the hand that ain't got no food to give him; he'll guard the sleep of a pauper just like he was a king. And when all his other friends is gone there you'll find his dog. A man might not have no roof to his head; he'd be friendless and homeless, and all the faithful dog asks is just to stand by him. Guard him agin any danger, that he kin. And when it's all over, a man can lay in Potter's Field in a grave that ain't got no headstone, there you'll find his dog. With his eyes sad, but open and watchin'. With his head between his paws, just waitin' ..."



Sunday, January 19, 2020

Good Stuff


I received a wonderful honey mustard
 in a Christmas gift from brother Scott.
It was unlike any I had ever tasted and 
I was bonkers for it.



It was a small jar and it was so thick,
it barely pours and much more honey than others.
Any hoot I decided to google on the slim chance
I could find locally which I did but $$$$
so after more research I found it on line 

by the case(6) at a great price
and promptly ordered.
I spent another 40 minutes going all over their 
site and found more great things 
I never knew existed.
I registered and everything,
which I rarely do.

Two days ago Woebers Reserve
 arrived and did you notice
the packing material it was in?


Again Bonkers!!!!
I have never seen this before and wonder why
every company is not using.
Oh yeah, cheap is best and they don't care. 

I sat down and immediately wrote to them
to say thank you and ask where I can get 
that packing material.

Now I need to find and write to Woebers.

Such a small thing but such a GOOD thing.
Good, no fabulous mustard
AND a good company.


Z




Wednesday, January 15, 2020

They Did It Again


Kiddos went to Ovation award show Monday evening. 
I sweetly texted "Send me a pretty photo please."
At 11:30 last night I get these


Then this one

I see a pattern forming

Friday, January 10, 2020

Sixty Six and Fifty One and ****It Bucket

Back in March of 2013 
I placed a **** It Bucket 
in my side bar.



See it over there to the right
or link above >

The idea was: bitch about whatever is
 bugging you and get    it    out. 
Unless they are a blogger and visit me
anyone you mention will never see 
and you can finally get all that 
angry, sad or generally P-off goo out of your gut.
You can alter names places whatever.
But boom shakalaka let er rip!
Man I should have been using all along 
 for #45!

I was rereading some of the comments 
51 of them and the one I left 
Nov 17 still resonates with me.

I also waxed nostalgic when I saw names
that "poof" disappeared onto other media
or just got tired of me.
I was very sad to be reminded of the loss of
Lin from a Tiny Cottage In The Woods, 
or some of you older bloggers knew her as Zuzu.

I was also happy to see many of the same 
folks who I have shared my world with 
for 11 years.

You bet I added a nugget to The **** It Bucket 
this evening.

Go on - go over and rant a little or a lot
or check to see what you said 6 years ago.

So much has changed for all of us
and that includes me for sure.

Six years ago at 60 I put this photo on my sidebar.


cannot make unfuzzy?



Today I did this one
66 years
Still here, still scrappy,
Still Suzan with a Z not an s 

Z




Wednesday, January 1, 2020

How Cute Are They?




Taken last night after I asked ( begged) for a photo.
I rarely get a "normal" photo.

This is what I get when I ask for photos.



97% of the time


They think it's hilarious.
I have dozens like this




When they are famous, and they will be,
I will sell these to a tabloid ( kidding).

They would not care, as their personalities 
and souls are carefree and funny. 


 

They are wonderful people
I love them so much.

My focus, my mantra, my purpose, my plan.
Embrace Goodness 

and the funny

Z





Sunday, December 29, 2019

Saying Goodbye


A lovely guy came early this morning to pick up 
this table. Hannah had re-listed it for sale and this time
Bam! right away.

Slowly but surely my things are going 
away to new homes and making new memories.
As they were loading pieces onto the truck, 
I started weeping and Hannah my sweet girl
immediately understood why.

I got a tremendous buy on that table and
 bought it specifically for this house
26 years ago. I painted all the pieces
including the china cupboard that is now
also gone after the Oct sale.

So many memories took place 
around that table. Birthday parties,
holidays, my annual Christmas sit down
dinners for 12 friends,
and every night dinners when it was
still the four of us. 
So happy and grateful for our home 
and our family. 

Minutes after the buyer drove away,
I was saying goodbye to darling daughter and 
her loves Tom and David.

The tears then flowed some more.
I am so weary of saying goodbye.
Being forced to let go of loved ones 
and cherished keepsakes,
even though it is the process of life.

These two


"How lucky I am to have something
that makes saying goodbye so hard."  pooh



Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Ugly Cry


Every year someone gives a gift to mama
that results in an ugly cry.
This year the winner was Hannah,
with a memento of my four - four legged loves.

Gadget and Libbey came before the blog but have 
been mentioned of course.
Justice and Howie have been blog subjects 
since the first day. 

It's been hard with the granddogs here.
A constant reminder of what is missing.
The sounds of a dog jumping off a bed then
hitting the floor. Nails scrambling across the tile
as they make the sharp turn into the kitchen.
Doggie sighs as they settle down to sleep
in their chosen chairs.
Sounds of lapping at the water bowl. 
Even doggie farts, thank you David.

I miss it all until I ache.
One kid couple in Michigan since Sunday.
Other kid couple at his dad's today.
I'm going to watch movies and 
bake and eat cookies till I'm ill.

Merry Christmas to all
and may god help us next year.

I fear some more ugly cries.

Monday, December 23, 2019

Getting Comfy

The Granddog is getting comfy.
I got out of the shower this a.m. to find him 
in my bed. 
His folks worry about him but I 
think he is doing alright. 


The bed will remain unmade 
as I do not have the heart to disturb him.
I'm a pushover.

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Memory Tree



For many years I had two 
large gates in my hallway
covered with memorabilia,
 many of the pieces are gifts
 from blog friends. 
The majority from my very 
special friend Carole.
I sold the gates at my last sale 
and the pieces that hung on them
 sat in a box on my bedroom 
floor for over two months.

Today I remembered this skinny tree
 tucked away in a closet
and trimmed it out with anything 
from the box that would fit.

One small star light strand up the middle. 

There are keys from my dad, 
the first wishbone from my
first turkey with my husband, 
trinkets I made long ago, milagros, 
even a pocket watch.

The memories make me happy.
Good thoughts to help me sleep.







Counting the days till kids and grand-dogs arrive.
I'm grand-dog sitting David the talking husky.
 Good thing we spent the week
sleeping together at Thanksgiving so he 
won't be worried about his folks. I hope...
Not everyone can be here at the same time,
so a very patchwork holiday.

January may bring a very special gift for me.
It is not for sure just yet, but soon I may have
another best friend to share my life.

It arrives not in the manner I had planned,
but it is a gift out of love and friendship to me.
I am cautiously excited.

How is everything going for you?

Z