Saturday, April 11, 2009

Easter egg fun

Well, here we are! Almost Easter! We colored eggs, paper, the deck and each other. :) But we have some really cool looking eggs!!!

Chey liked to make pink ones.

The mess is mostly contained here!

Andie made pretty blue eggs.

Tori liked pastels...

Ricky waiting patiently for the wax crayon.

Ricky's multiple personality egg...LOL! (Click the pics to make them bigger and see the detail!)

Ty liked to mix the colors and see what would happen.
Scooter even felt up to seeing what was up outside.
Ruger was trying to sample eggs...

Thursday, April 9, 2009


A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'

'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.

'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.

Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'

The man gestured, and the gate began to open. 'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.

'I'm sorry sir, but we don't accept pets.'

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'

'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'

'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.

'There should be a bowl by the pump.' They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.

'This is Heaven,' he answered.

'Well, that's confusing,' the traveller said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'

'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'

'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'

'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'

Wednesday, April 8, 2009


This blog has WAY too much information for those who are vomit-challenged. (ME)

I threw up today. Puked. Yaked. Barfed. Not a huge deal to most people I'm sure, but the last time I threw up was May, 2005. The time before that was March, 1997. I distinctly

My guts have been hurting for like, 7 years, so after seeing 3 different doctors, one ordered a CT scan of my abdomen. No big deal. They gave me the watery Barium drinks to drink.

--Seriously, routine and NO big deal.--

I made it through most of the 2nd drink and was on my way to get to the scan and I had the overwhelming urge to (yuck) Yak.

I was so proud. I held it down all the way inside, even made it onto the table and through most of the test. The little CT guy gave me the heads up that he would be injecting the contrast dye and I would feel flushed.

Sure, I felt flushed. I felt like someone flushed something THROUGH me. LOL! (I am very good at fighting the urge to you know...)

The little sliding table thing was backing out and I warned the little guy that I was going to vomit. He reassured me that sometimes people feel like that, but that it would be ok.


Poor guy.

LOL! Seriously, it was so funny. I felt SO, so terribly bad. I have never had a man hold my hair back with one hand and a garbage can in the other so I could throw up.

I kept apologizing to the guy, who was SO nice. He even patted my back. LOL!

TMI, I know. But, I am lame and this is all I have to blog about. Unless you want to hear about Scooter. The meds are just postponing the inevitable.

So, let's not focus on that. I love my little 'munk-huntin', 4-wheeler riding, fishing buddy. Let's focus on the fact that I had a funny (non-serious) allergic reaction & threw up all over the nice radiologist man.

I bet that made his day...LOL!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Scooter's Diagnosis

Well, after another scary episode Thursday, I decided to do some detective work on None of Scooter's seizures seemed to be the same, they all looked different, and all had different side effects.

One of the most notable ones was the weight gain in Scooter. He seriously gained 7 pounds in 2 months. On a 14 pound dog, that's a LOT.

Friday's vet visit confirmed all I had read online:

Congestive Heart Failure.

There's good and bad with it. Good is that he may live a lot longer with good care at home and effective medicines.

The bad news is that he is a terrier and he wants to play. He still is trying to be normal, but he knows something is up. It scares him, and he always seems to be short of breath.

It's MY job to keep him calm so that his heart does not get overworked and explode. This is until the medicine kicks in and we have a better idea of how much physical activity he can handle.

He WILL be ok. If not, I am prepared for the worst. My hopes are high, many dogs live with this their whole life.

You can read about it here:

Pray that he makes it through this. He is a good boy and our lives would not be the same without him.


This is the coolest dog ever!