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3 Sep

For two days, I’ve been trying to come up with a blog post.  But it seems the children succeeded in destroying all the brain cells over the summer.  My brain is mush.

It’s a bit sad, I had plans on being Productive once children went back to school.  Instead, I’m sitting here in a “Man, I hate waking up this early” coffee fueled haze, thinking of all I should do, and really just wanting to binge-watch something on Netflix.

The tiny dog is enjoying my sluggishness.  We took a lovely nap yesterday (considering I got five hours of sleep because I was worried I’d sleep through two different alarms, so woke up at 5:15 am).

<this blog post was interrupted by a tiny shivering dog, who needed a sweater because the weather switched from Summer to Autumn the day after some woman shaved most of the hair off the tiny dog.  Tiny dog was snuggled, and made a comfy nest of warmth to hang in while the woman contemplates making a tiny dog holder, maybe a sling so the tiny ridiculous one will stop rolling off the woman’s lap as she tries to type>

It is funny how it’s only been one day of school and suddenly we’re on Fall Schedule, weather included.  After a warm and sunny summer, it poured rain yesterday.  There was also thunder and lightning, rare for the PNW.  Maura was quite excited by the thunder.  Zoey (big dog) was not as enamored.  We got to hear the sounds of pine cones hitting the roof and deck as well.

As I was only emotionally prepared for the start of school, I realized yesterday morning that we had none of Maura’s beloved Mac and Cheese for her lunch.  She actually loves all sorts of food but is a stickler about what her main lunch item is.  I somehow conned her into a roast beef sandwich, and was happily surprised to see she ate it.

This morning, she was less than perky, and balked at the idea of any kind of sandwich other than Nutella.  I told her how she can’t have Nutella at school, it would make her friends sick.

It seems Maura could care less about her friends.  Luckily, I care enough for the both of us, and she got jam sandwich instead.  She also hated every snack I put in the box.  Then she turned her nose up at the hot chocolate I made for her that she said she wanted.

The good news is, Wednesdays are early release days, so if she doesn’t eat lunch, she’ll be home by 12:30 and can eat then.

And that there is a snippet of my exciting life.  It’s like having jet lag, without the fun souvenirs and travel tales.

Now, here’s a picture of part of Maura’s outfit today.  Behold the many colors of Maura.  She was quite proud of them all.


No squirrels were harmed in the making of this post

28 Mar

A young teen girl however, was slightly traumatized for a few minutes.

So the other day, it was sunny and nice and spring-like out. I lured Maura away from the crackTab and all it’s Netflix with “Why don’t you play outside?  Look! I have bubbles!”

Maura loves outside, and loves bubbles.

Of course, the dogs ran out with her. Miriam followed suit to help Maura with the bubbles and play with dogs.  I felt like, for one brief moment, I was winning at this parenting thing a little.

Then Miriam came to the door with a worried look to announce “Moooom, I think Zoey caught a squirrel!”


Those of you who follow along (you know, my favorites) know that Zoey the Big Dog has been slightly obsessed with squirrels.  There were none in Ireland.  Here, we have about 250 running through our yard.  Okay, I exaggerate a little, but I swear, the other day, there were five on my fence.  So I expect more, smaller squirrels in a couple months.

Zoey loves to chase squirrels.  Maybe she wants to just herd them – she is an Australian Shepherd.  Herding is in her blood.

But to catch one?


I had visions of Zoey with a half-dead squirrel in her mouth and my good mom moment was over – because I was NOT going out where there was a half-dead squirrel in a dog’s mouth! Ew.  But then Zoey trotted by, squirrelless, and I asked Miriam where this supposedly dead squirrel was.

“Over there.” she pointed, towards the fence.

“Okay, let’s all go play out front!” I announced, grabbing bubbles and dolls.  Miriam followed suit immediately, helping me grab stuff.  Maura balked.


Maura didn’t understand why her mom and sister were fleeing the backyard.  Mim explained to Maura that they were going to blow bubbles out front. Yes, Miriam earns that gold star a lot.

I glanced over, to where I expected to see a dying bloody lump of squirrel.  I didn’t see that, but I did see this up in the neglected landscaping portion of the side yard…

well, it is furry

well, it is furry


My first thought was “Well, that doesn’t look too fresh.”  Then I noticed it was under a fallen branch.  Then I thought “Surely we would have noticed a dead squirrel in our yard before now.”  I mean, it’s not like it’s snowed here and could have been hidden for weeks.

I went closer, and leaned in a little.  And saw stitching on the paws. And realized what the thing on the ground was…

not even a squirrel

not even a squirrel doll


Maura had been on a kick where she played with all these small puppy/kitty dolls.  Sometimes outside.  The one cat doll got left behind, for who knows how long.  Long enough to be rained upon many times and get weathered and half-buried in tree bits and resemble a dead squirrel.

“Mim! It’s just a doll!”  I announced happily.

“OH!” Mim said in relief. “Thank God!”

Never were we so happy to see a forgotten doll outside.  Maura was just happy that we weren’t trying to shove her back into the house anymore and went back to playing with her bubbles.  The dogs remained clueless.  All the squirrels were still alive, frolicking.

For now…




Tiny Dog, now 60% more ridiculous

13 Dec

Okay, this may get me thrust into the “Bad Pet Parent” category.  I shall brace myself for that.

So we have our two ridiculous dogs, one being the tiny 4 1/2 pound Yorkie, who’s name is Sky Stormageddon Dark Lord of All.

Sky is a ferocious little beastie, who is certain she can take on the world and is full of young dog personality and curiosity.

Sky also has had long, fine, Yorkie hair.

Yorkies have hair that’s more like human hair than fur.  Which is why they can have those long lovely locks. But because of this hair, they need a lot of grooming maintenance, which is why you see most household Yorkies with the shorter ‘do. It’s just easier.

But Sky – at first, she was happy with being brushed, and her hair didn’t tangle, so we let it grow.

She was quite pretty.

Sky, resting on the foot stool, lording over all

Sky, resting on the foot stool, lording over all

Somehow though, in the moving craziness and new environment, and switching from kid shampoo to actual dog shampoo, Sky’s hair went from manageable to train wreck.  And she decided she hated being brushed or combed.

I tried – I swear I tried – but she keeps running under bushes and collecting tiny twigs and leaf bits in her fur.  Which then tangle around more fur.  Which causes hair matting.  And the special organic all natural dog shampoo with conditioner didn’t keep her hair tangle free like the cheap kids 2-in-1 shampoo that we had been using did.  I switched shampoos back to the kiddie shampoo, chased her around the house with a comb, sneaking up on her when she was napping to gently comb out knots. Really, I spent way too much time trying to groom this dog.

Last night, as I was petting her, I realized that she had gotten huge tangles under her ears.

It was the last straw.

I asked Josh if he’d hold the dog while I trimmed her.  This lead to us locked in the bathroom, fur flying, and us laughing while the Dark Lord sat there in Josh’s arms and gave this resigned sigh of  “You stupid humans, I don’t know why I put up with you.”  But she was much better about getting her hair cut than she’s ever been about being brushed.

I am not a dog groomer.  I can cut boys hair, trim girls hair, and can trim a small dog.  But drastic cuts involving matted hair?  I decided to throw caution to the wind and just hack her hair off.  I can neaten it up in a week or so, but my goal was to make it more manageable at this time.

Instead, I managed to make the already ridiculous looking dog even more ridiculous looking.

Sky went from this –

Tiny  with Zoey behind her

Tiny with Zoey behind her

…to this –

half a pound of hair later...

half a pound of hair later…

Now, being the parents we are, we decided to leave the sink full of dog hair and the scissors out and just let Miriam discover it…there was this question of “Why is Sky in the sink?” and laughter as Miriam went looking for her dog.  I was certain she’d never speak to me again.  Instead, there was much squealing and “OMG SHE’S SOOOOO CUTE!!!!”

And the next moment it was “Wow, are her ears really that small?”

The teen boys just laughed.  And laughed.  And then laughed some more.

Zoey was not certain it was the same dog, and spent the rest of the evening sniffing Sky.

Sky is pretty unphased by it.  And while the weather’s not that bad out, I am glad I bought her a sweater.  Because we took a LOT of hair off this tiny dog.  And my teenaged boys are still just laughing when they see her.

I really didn’t think Sky could get more ridiculous looking.

I was wrong.

Meanwhile, I will not give up my day job and become a dog groomer.

Miriam, her tiny dog, and a makings of a second tiny dog

Miriam, her tiny dog, and a makings of a second tiny dog

*Note – no dogs were harmed in this process.  Nor traumatized, or even slightly scarred for life even. The humans survived as well.


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