I have no clue what they are called!

He GOT IT!

Now tell me: Don’t he look adorable? Just like a cute puppy? Just clownish enough to make him unique but not silly?

Yes, yes and yes!

The one thing no one could suspect is that this is not just yet another funny looking pooch.

He is a super male dog! He has 3 BALLS!

Well to be precise he has one now, after the initial normal surgery to remove the regular pair.

We took both dogs to the vet for shots and also because we suspect Matisse had ringworm (he actually has a severe allergy to bug bites, which I must say sounds a lot easier to treat). So he got his shots, a prescription for his ear infection and then was Jack’s turn so when the doctor went “hummmm” while performing a check up to see how he was healing from she found an extra ball, smaller than the ones removed (which were bigger than usual) but not small enough to be mistaken by scar tissue or anything else but an extra testicule. She proceeds to explain it is a very rare thing, way rarer than it happens to men but she wants to have it removed anyway.

So poor Jack is in for another couple of weeks of misery and my legs will be bruised for another month (oh well I never look good in skirts anyway).

I did think about suggesting we join the circus, hey is it that wrong for me to want him to make some money? But the true is because the reason he was neutered was that he has an enlarged prostate there is not much of an option, no matter how many balls he has they all have to come out.

We will probably schedule it for next Thursday, if it goes the way it was last time we will be able to have a night of sleep by Tuesday of the next week.

Not a bad weekend at all!

What a glorious day!

We are having just the perfect weather and it just feels SO GOOD!

It is Memorial Day here and we will soon go see the Parade in town, I really enjoy it, somehow it reminds me of my grandpa since he was in the military. I always get a bit teary eyed when I see all those old veterans marching so proud.

Afterwards we are going to my BBF for BBQ which makes me feel we are on vacation since it is so seldom we take a day totally off work.

My little Jack seems to have recovered well from his surgery , yesterday they both got a bath and looks all clean and fluffy but now we discover Matisse has  ringworm so tomorrow a vet visit will be in order. They both need their rabies shots done so it was already known we need to take them to the vet but this added problem with the ringworm was really not in the plans.

Saturday we had a nice day, it started with breakfast at George’s, we seldom go out for breakfast but it was very good and from there we did some errands around town, which always make me feel good, somehow it just feels right to have a busy Saturday morning out!

I got my zucchini plants in the ground, they look so small but I do know they have the capability to grow like mad in no time at all. I also did some weeding and cleaning and it made me quite a bit achy but also made me feel good.  I just love this whole Spring-Summer being out in the yard thingy.

Yesterday He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed spend all day long battling with numbers and the civil engineer comments on a project we will be doing on the shore; he was not happy and actually much stressed by the time he called it a day at 8pm.

Well I better move my gorgeous and immense butt and get ready for the Parade!

I have two bleeding hearts and I am HAPPY!

It is one of those unexpected gestures that can make your day. Maybe a couple of weeks ago one of the girls from the dentist office just across the street came by  to tell me how she enjoy to look at my blooming tulips and I told her what to expect next when the iris start to bloom and the peonies and later in September dozens of giant sunflowers. Yeah, I admit I am quite proud of my garden. It is a bit on the wild side, not very planned, spur of the moment design but it does bring me pleasure. Come to think of it a good part of my garden was the fruit of someone generosity. I do buy bulbs and seeds and plants but somehow I have always been fortunate to have neighbors or even sometimes strangers offer me plants!

I think it was the very first spring we moved to this house that Marge from down the street stop by and just brought me a vase of those sunny looking little yellow flowers, she must have said the name but I never remember it. She was the very first person I met at my street and a wonderful human being. Marge passed away a couple of years ago but until now I always could look at those cute smiling faced little yellow flowers and see her in my garden. For some strange reason the original plant did not come back this year so in the same place I planted Forget-Me-Not thinking I will never forget Marge.

My iris and peonies came out of a clients house, he did not wanted them anymore and He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed knew I would love to have them so he just loaded the Jeep full of very sad looking plants as it was high summer, but they came back and every year they spread and look even more luxurious.

He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed has always been very good about giving me plants, at first I found it a bit odd that he refers to it as “your garden” since it is “our house” but I came to accept it graciously and just feel glad he is always willing to help me preparing flower and vegetable beds. The man sure has a way about digging!

Via free-cycle (very smart web idea) we got some day-lilies, hostas and things I don’t really know the name but they look good. I never had a green thumb, the only other color you can find my thumb is black caused by one of my various home improvement accidents, and to be honest prior to living here I hardly had planted a thing in my life. I did not even know I liked!

Both bleeding hearts plants look shell shocked but I know they will bounce back and next Spring my hearts will be “ableeding”.

Spring Cleaning

I feel bad about not writing here more often but this new job designing the logo and menu for a restaurant had consumed so many computer hours and so many brains cells apart from hours of sleep. I wake up in the middle of the night and the whole job invades my brain.

I know I can do a fairly good job but it has been a while since I used the programs needed to design this stuff so I found myself a bit rusty at the edges, spending way too much time trying to figure out how to do stuff I used to do in a daily basis 10 years ago.

Oh yes, it has been that long, sure I had done a logo here and there in the last 10 years but now I have a bunch of new software which in theory should make life easier but since I am learning them on the run ends up making me feel a bit anxious about how to get the final product to look just as I want.

I must admit that one thing that aggravates the problem is my visceral allergy to phone calls. I just don’t do phone easily, somehow I feel I must have used all my phone hours while I was a teenager and now it is always an agony to use the darn thing. The problem even applies to friends but when it concerns clients or suppliers it grows to an almost paralyzing phobia. I basically loose the ability to get the words from my brain out of my mouth, my language skills also suffer and I am afraid I must sound like a moron because I truly feel like one.

As anyone can see I have been overanalyzing the whole thing, not that it will help an iota but it is one of those rollercoaster emotions, and even medicine induced patience( in the form of a low dosage Xanax) is just not cutting the cheese.    

I do know that the core of the problem is intimately related to pride. I hate to admit I don’t know something. Something I should know, or have known how to do. Blogbi tells me I can be a bit more rational about it all,,,,, mmmmkay , sure no one knows everything,,,, sure one is not born readymade and full of knowledge ,,,, there is that old thing called learning,,,, it is a process and takes time but has been proved to work. So I will learn. Next time I will be better. Especially if next time comes soon enough and I don’t have time to forget the stuff!

No Mom it is not Alzheimer’s . I think it has to do with storage capacity. I need to get some stuff out of my brain to have space for new stuff.

Brain Spring Cleaning Is Overdue!

Girls & Boys

I really miss not being there for Mother's Day!

Tracy O.

It might not be as impressive as the one in Sioux Falls but we had to show Kent Falls to Tracy!

Missing "auntie" Tracy!

The boys have been looking around the house wondering where she is! She did such a great job of spoiling them now they think she is their "personal ear rubbing" slave.

It was great to have her here, she is so easy going and fun to be with that we are all a bit sad it was such a short visit. Oh well she promise to  come back!