Happy Tuesday

Hi Everyone! The Z Kids’ mama here to tell you all is well in our part of the world. The Z Kids are resting here in the living room with me.

Chilling out

We spent about an hour playing out in the back yard after they had their breakfast. Zen has become a bit of a fresh air addict – like Ducky was – so sometimes I have to watch him to be sure he doesn’t overdo playtime. But he’s a teenager now – God help me! – so he needs more exercise than he did this time last year. He LOVES chasing down balls that I throw around the yard. He also loves playing “keep away” from me and “tug war” with Zoey.

Z Kids Playtime

Well, my big boy is letting me know he wants to go back outside so I’ll make this a short post. The Z Kids and I hope “all y’all” have a Happy Tuesday!

The Best Kind of Mother’s Day

Well, today is Mother’s Day, so let me wish ALL the mothers out there a wonderful day! 💐 Heck, Happy Mother’s Day to everyone whether you are one or not!!

Around this house, it’s also a very special day for the three of us….

It’s ZEN’S first annual Gotcha Day!! His Daddy and I brought him home for the very first time on this day last year. He was such an adorable little guy! He’s still adorable in a grown-up way! 💚🐾

Mama’s Little Zen Puppy

And, it’s also ZOEY’S first half-year Gotcha Day! I brought her home for the very first time six months ago today. She was adorable that day and still is! And just as sweet and sassy as she was that day I brought her home (while their Uncle Doug stayed with her big brother, Zen). 💜🐾

Mama’s Baby Girl

They can be challenging and exhausting at times, but I love them to the ends of the universe and back! And I certainly could not ask for or hope for any sweeter, more loving pups! The bonus is that they adore and are adored by each other. They are typical young siblings, but when all is quiet, they can still be found snuggled up together.

💚 Such sweet snuggle buddies! 💜

Happy Heavenly Birthday to My 1st Furbaby

💗 Kissy, age 5 years 💗

My very first fur-baby was a large toy/small miniature poodle I named Kissy. (Her AKC registration shows her as Katie Scarlett of Tara. I spelled her call name KSie but figured no one would know how to say it, hence the easy spelling. And, yes, I did name her after “Scarlett O’Hara” from Gone With The Wind, my favorite movie at the time.) As a puppy she would give me sweet, tiny kisses on my nose, so the easy spelling of her name fit perfectly.

Kissy was born on Mother’s Day, 1988, which was the 8th of May that year. So, she is celebrating birthday #35 today in Heaven. She was my birthday present to myself for my own 35th birthday. I just gave away my age. Horrors! 🤣 I actually brought her home from her breeder’s house when she was about 3-1/2 months old.

Kissy was a sweet puppy and adult; but she was shy around kids, so it took her a little while to warm up to my stepson, who was nine years old at the time. But once she did, they were best buddies for the rest of her life.

Kissy was my baby, my best friend, and the canine love of my life. When it came time to let her go to Heaven (December 5, 2003), I was devastated. I scheduled her final visit with our vet; and Sam and I took a long weekend off from work and left straight from the vet for Savannah, Georgia. There was no way I could have stayed in the house without her those first few days. But I knew my Mom and our three family poodles would be waiting for her to welcome her and take care of her for me.

I still talk to her, just as I do her younger angel siblings, every night. Kissy will always be my first baby and special to me in her own right. I’ve long since adapted to life without her – as I have Callie, Shadow, Radar, Bogie, and Ducky – but I do miss her as much as I miss the others. I just have to believe we will be reunited when it’s my time to go.

Happy Heavenly Birthday Callie

My First Golden Girl

Callie was my/our very first Golden Retriever. She was born 19 years ago today. She was a sweet, loving, and very independent puppy and adult.

Even at four months old she was teaching me about being a good dog mom. She was the first born in her litter, and from the time she opened her eyes – according to her breeder – she helped her mama stop and settle squabbles among her littermates.

When we added Shadow to our little family six months after we’d brought Callie home, Callie appointed herself Shadow’s surrogate mama, protector, best friend, teacher, and big sister. Callie sensed, correctly, that Shadow was a somewhat “needy” girl right from the start. And from day one, the girls forged a bond between them that would later transcend time and space.

Callie & Shadow’s First Christmas (2004)

When we added Ducky to the family in 2012, Callie taught Ducky how to be a dog, how to be a member of our family; and she intervened in the many squabbles between Shadow and Ducky. She also taught Ducky all she would need to know about getting along with Shadow once it was just the two of them. I think she might have warned Ducky of ghostly discipline, too, if she didn’t treat Shadow right. 🤣

Callie was my and hubby’s dear friend, our ambassador for her breed. And she owned and loved us equally, neither of us was her favorite “parent.” I will never forget her as long as I have my wits about me. She was our girl. And she was Shadow’s and Ducky’s older sister and best friend. And she taught Ducky well how to protect Shadow and be her true friend and sister.

So I’ll end this post by saying “Happy Birthday” to my dear Callie. The girl who started my love of Golden Retrievers, the girl who picked Radar and Bogie for Sam and me after Shadow joined her at the Rainbow Bridge.

My Awww for Any Morning

What could be better than having one of my “babies” on the couch with me any morning of the week?

Having both of them on the couch with me for the morning snuggle! Let’s hear that big, collective “Awwwwww” now. 🥰

Coincidence or Not?

It was at 3:45 am exactly six months ago today – even the number day of the month fell on the same day of the week – that I received the call from the attending physician at the hospital saying Sam (my hubby) had passed in his sleep twelve minutes earlier.

Is it a coincidence that today is also Good Friday, a holy day in the Christian Church? Our savior was crucified, died, and was buried. Sam wasn’t crucified, but he did die on that morning exactly six months ago. And he’s been my chief guardian angel ever since, with help from our six furry angels.

I’m not looking for any sympathy. I’m just expressing my thoughts. I’m adjusting fairly well all things considered. I’ve been missing the man I married for quite some time due to his dementia; but his physical absence has been hard on me at times. If I hadn’t had Zen – and added Zoey a month after Sam’s passing – I’d have had to go into therapy for certain; but these two have been the best therapists I could ask for. I’ve been able to accept that his passing was the best thing for Sam. He no longer has to fight his dementia demons. He is healthy, and blissfully free of the demons.

So, on this Good Friday, 2023, I will continue loving and missing the man I married. And I will share with you one of my favorite photos of Sam. It was taken on his birthday last year. It’s one of my favorites because he was wearing a big smile; because he was himself most of that day – unencumbered by his dementia demons.

Sam’s 72nd Birthday, 2-9-2022

I will always be thankful for Sam, for his presence in my life. We had more good times over our years together than I can count. And the rough times were smoothed out by the unconditional love we shared, will always share. We were – and always will be – each other’s soulmate.

Zoey’s Back to Normal

This little girl is all sass and sugar! Still a little tired from her ordeal on Friday; but when she’s not napping, she’s sassing her big brother.

Little Miss Sassy Pants
My Sugar Baby

Happy to say things are back to crazy/normal around here.

Have a great week everyone!

Zoey Gave Me A Little Scare

Yesterday (Friday, March 31st) morning Zoey gave me a little scare. It all started with some diarrhea on the kitchen floor before I could get her outside. And a little more outside, though not quite as yucky. Once I’d gotten her back inside and had taken care of Zen’s bathroom needs, I prepared some Olewo dehydrated carrots for my girl. They’ve always helped before, so I figured they would again.

Olewo, available in USA from Chewy.com

The carrots helped firm up her stool a little bit, but what alarmed me was the tinge of bright red blood in her after-breakfast stool. I always have a poop pickup bag in my pocket so I used it to scoop up the poop. I brought Zoey in the house (leaving the poop bag on the porch) and called our backup vet to make an appointment. Then I sent a text to our regular pet sitter to see if she could stay with Zen while I took Zoey to the vet. Luckily she said could so that was good. A couple of hours later, I gave Zoey some more of the carrots.

Once we were at the vet’s and in an exam room, I told the tech that Zoey had been eating acorns off the ground – despite my numerous attempts, both successful and not, to prevent her from swallowing them – for quite some time but more so over the past week. I had even picked one up and put it in my pocket to give them with the poop bag. I also told her that Zoey was still eating her poop whenever I wasn’t close enough to stop her. 🤮 I forgot to mention that the “No Poo” chews I’ve been giving her the last couple of weeks may have finally started working. Then the tech took Zoey and the acorn back to the treatment area.

After about ten minutes, the vet brought Zoey back to the exam room and sat down to talk about what he suspected and how to treat it. The fecal labs were still in progress, but without TMI, I’ll tell you that Zoey has some intestinal parasites. The vet was also curious to know how I knew about the Olewo brand dehydrated carrots. I told him that I had learned about them some years back from one of my pet blogging friends (Joy at My GBGV Life) and have been using them ever since. He had learned about them from a veterinary parasitologist who had told him a few years ago that this particular brand of dehydrated carrots does an excellent job of killing off intestinal parasites that have become antibiotic resistant. So, obviously, I’m going to keep giving them to the Z Kids, just like I had with their predecessors.

As if all the GI tract upset wasn’t enough, as I pulled into the driveway at home, poor Zoey expelled her entire breakfast on to the back seat and floor mat. All the stress of the day was too much for her. The pet sitter was kind – and sweet – enough to keep Zoey with her and Zen while I cleaned up the mess, even knowing she might be a few minutes late to her next appointment. (She did arrive on time, though, she told me later on.)

As the evening wore on, Zoey started feeling better so I started her on the meds the vet had sent home with us. She was more tired than usual, but still felt well enough to play with Zen a few times before we all went to bed. She’s still a bit tired today, but I can tell she feels much better after a good night’s sleep.

The Z Kids, Mostly Back to Normal

Happy Tuesday

Geez, is it really the last week of March already?! In another few days Zen will have been two weeks out from his first birthday! Where has the time gone?

I’ve been taking self-imposed breaks from blogging – and most everything else as well – mainly to keep the perfectionist in me at bay. That little demon on my shoulder, whispering in my ear, telling me that I need to do a better job of this or that. And so far I’ve been pretty successful at telling him to “bugger off” and leave me alone. (I watched “Darkest Hour” again the other night and laughed every time Sir Winston used “bugger” instead of “the f word”.)

Anyway, I’ve gotten a few things done on my “to do” list, especially the most important one. One other I can only do when the county property office returns my call from last week. And a third I can only do while my brother is here to stay with the pups. (Because one can never tell up front how long it will take to accomplish any task at the motor vehicle office.)

So, in between taking care of house cleaning, budget, and other assorted tasks, I’ve been playing with the Z Kids and watching them play with each other. And watching programs on the History Vault (thank you, Prime, for picking up old History Channel programs from the years when they were actually history related). Anyway, here are some pix and videos of of the Z Kids.

Zen
Zoey
Indoor Playtime

The Z Kids are my rocks, my grounders, my reasons for getting out of bed some mornings, my pride and joy (both of them being both pride and joy). They make me crazy at times, but they are definitely my angels with paws. They make every day a happy one, in spite of my leaky-eye times.

HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY ZEN!!! 💚💚💚💚🐾🐾

Today my big boy is one year old!! My leprechaun, my personal pot ‘o’ gold was born on St. Patrick’s Day 2022. My sunshine, the light of my life, was born in the midst of what turned out to be the worst year of my life. And he remains my sunshine boy.

Zen’s in there somewhere.

Zen’s mama, Sunny, is also celebrating her birthday today! She is a sweet girl! What a present to give yourself on your birthday! Nine beautiful, healthy puppies! She is a wonderful mother to her puppies!

Zen’s Daddy, Tater
Sam with Zen when Zen was about 4 weeks old
At 4 Weeks Old He Was Already My Boy 💚🐾🍀

Zen was my little Smudge Muzzle at 4 weeks; and he still has a bit of the smudge around that precious muzzle.

We brought him home on May 14th, when he was just past eight weeks old. I chose the 14th because I needed a happy event to balance the awful monthly anniversary of Bogie’s accident.

Zen’s Going Home Day

Zen spent a great deal of time of the first five months of his life at his Grandpa’s house with his mama Sunny, Aunt Bailey, and cousins Stormy, Charlie, and Skye because of Sam’s dementia. It broke my heart to not have him here with me; but Sam’s dementia demons were taking over more frequently and making poor Zen very nervous. It was better for the poor little guy to be in a stable environment. Two weeks after Sam went into the hospital last July my sweet little Zen puppy came home. He’s been with me ever since, healing my broken heart one day at a time.

I can’t believe how fast and BIG he’s grown over the past year! When Sam and I first brought him home he weighed about 12 pounds. Just ten days ago, when I had to get a weight check for his heartworm preventive, he weighed in at 81.5 pounds!! And it’s all muscle!! This boy is strong!!

Taking a short play break a few days ago

This boy is such a love! He gives me hugs that are as much from Sam as from himself; he gives me kisses “just because” and when my memories are leaking from my eyes; and he adores his little sister, Zoey (who will be six months old tomorrow).

😇 My angels disguised as puppies 🐶

Happy First Birthday my Smudge Muzzle/Leprechaun/Sunshine Boy!! Mama loves you more than I could ever put into words!! I hope I will always be deserving of your unconditional love!! 💚💚🐾🐾🍀🍀🎂🎂🎈🎈☀️☀️🦴🦴🎾🎾🎁🎉