Monday, January 24, 2011

Update of sorts

Last night the kids drove home from their dad's house. It is kind of nice to have them driving themselves nowadays rather than the bi monthly trips 80 miles round trip. The dogs were going ape but the kids had not pulled into the driveway. Couldnt figure it out... then the son comes in... "uh mom..."

**Lets stop right there for a second. Anyone who has teenage boys knows that if your son tries to directly communicate with you, its not going to be good. So imagine my blood pressure raising quite a bit at that point.**

Apparently the daughter couldn't get up our driveway so she tried to go up the street, turn around and then race down the street (downhill) and take a 90 degree right hand turn on ice. Physics is not her strength. So now we have half a Chevy Malibu (dubbed the Chevy Malamute) in the driveway and a tweaked out light post.


You know its going to be a great week when it starts off with your daughter playing chicken with a lamp post. No worries, the daughter and the son are ok.

The lamp post however is in critical condition.

Luckily the whole thing happened in my driveway and not god forbid on the highway or with another car. 

Also, did I mention the temps? This was after sunrise already... can you believe that?


The peep, ladies, chickens, flock... no worries, they have a "sun lamp" and a heater for these few days only. 

Friday, January 14, 2011

She Tells The Story

I have been avoiding this for a long time. I haven't come here because I was afraid to say this.

I've missed you, my blog. I've missed updating and telling you my stories of daily life. Some funny.

This one is not.

I think you've established over the years you've been with me (if you've read back that far) that my life revolves mainly around my dogs. I mean its weird but its true. My husband and I share that. I think I have also posted at some point maybe on the other blog about Django and his dilated cardiomyopathy. I can't really go into this all at great length but I do want to share so I can get this out of the way and go back to posting.

Django became very ill. He had symptoms of DCM but when we took him for his echo the cardiologist with whom we trusted our dog's life, told us there was not any change and he was fine. Over the course of the next few weeks he got worse and we got a second opinion. The second opinion basically told us we were throwing a hail mary pass and gave us HANDFULS of medication. He quite frankly couldn't understand how he was still alive. I can't continue to talk about this much longer so I will say it.

Django lived a comfortable, happy and peppy final 2 weeks and then we lost him, in his sleep, 45 minutes after I had seen him happy and wagging his tail.

I am (needless to say) devastated as is my family. Django was an amazing dog. He made everyone happy, most of all me. He was my best friend, my "heart dog" and my confidant. I have been struggling since Thanksgiving with this loss. I am not sure when or if I will ever feel better. I know that some of you are probably thinking that this is weird or whatever but to those who think that way... you never met him. He truly was amazing.

He helped me with great dane rescue. He helped people. He was wonderful. I have to stop now, can't talk about it. Next post i wont mention this... This was taken a few weeks before he got sick. I love it because I was so happy. Django is in the middle.

May 16, 2004 - November 27-2010

You made me laugh every day that we were together.

We love you. You took my heart with you.

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