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Hi!  Remember me?  I haven’t blogged for a L O N G time.  No idea why, nothing good to say I guess.  Nothing that can’t be a short Facebook post anyway.  🙂

Here’s why I wanted to write to you today…

A few weeks ago we all saw this video go around Facebook:

Most of  us can agree that this is a good representation of what it’s like to be a woman in a world of undisciplined men.  That isn’t the point I want to make.

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Today, this video is going around Facebook (sorry I cannot embed the video here):

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Yesterday my 12-year-old granddaughter was talking about Alex.   We had a moment where we talked about how cute he is, until she realized she didn’t want to have that conversation with her grandma! 🙂 So, today I posted the Ellen interview video on her Facebook wall.  I don’t know if she’s seen it or not, but I deleted it.  And here’s why…

My son was good enough to point out to me tonight that it’s every bit as wrong as the first video of the woman being harassed by men on the street! When you’re right, you’re right.

Ask yourself…why is an audience of grown women “cougaring” a TEENAGE boy OK, but we are disgusted by the way men treated the NYC woman?  The answer?  IT’S NOT OK!  It’s ridiculously wrong.  And a perfect example of sexism, sexual harassment, and double standards.  Just think of the outrage we’d feel if there had been a 16 year-old girl put on display for men like that!

So friends, examine your own actions.  What are you saying, doing and posting online that would be considered a sexist double standard?  What does that teach our young women?  What was I saying to my granddaughter by talking about “Alex” and sharing the video with her?

Shame on me.  Thank you son, for teaching me the error of my ways.

P.S. I’m beginning to see stories now that the whole Alex thing is a publicity hoax.  Maybe it is.  Interesting, since our little town just found out our local Target store will be closing soon.  Guess the publicity won’t help us.

 

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Hello everyone and HAPPY SPRING!!

It’s been a wonderful spring in our family.  We were all reunited with a grandgirl we hadn’t seen for four years!  She’s now 10-years-old and just as precious as ever.  It was a blessing to have 10 of the 11 grandchildren together just before Easter.  We hope to see much more of her this year.

Our yard has been alive with flowers and trees.  Although, not nearly as many tulips as we used to have (see this page’s top photo).  They just seem to have disappeared.  The daffodils were plentiful and beautiful.  And the lilacs! Oh the amazing lilacs!  (I hope Heaven smells like that.)  I’m even adding a few new bird feeders.  Later this spring or summer I’ll tell you about my birdbath project.

If you recall, last year my husband built a brand new raised garden.  This is probably the biggest project we’ve ever undertaken.  Also, a huge blessing to our family.

This year we are adding to the garden space and putting up a new fence.  And when I say “we” I, of course, mean “my husband”.

Planted so far in our raised garden are (in no particular order and some plants/some seeds): lettuce, green beans, carrots, cherry tomatoes, snap peas, jalapenos, kale, arugula, onions, cucumbers…gosh I must be forgetting something.  Yet to be planted are: tomatoes, asparagus (which we will hopefully harvest next spring), spinach, Brussels sprouts, and all the herbs.  I’m also planting peanuts in two large containers and strawberries in a great salvage yard find which you’ll see in the pictures below.  I know it’s late for the strawberries, but we have the plants and should get a nice crop next spring for sure.

So, are you planting anything this spring?  Do you have raised beds or containers?  Or a good old fashioned garden patch right in the ground?   I urge you to plant SOMETHING this year!  Even if just one tomato plant in a container.  Be sure to give it something to vine on.  You won’t regret it!  PLEASE share your gardening stories and photos with us on my FACEBOOK PAGE!

HAPPY GARDENING!

 

Our beautiful spring tree.  It seemed to be much fuller and lush than usual.

Our beautiful spring tree. It seemed to be much fuller and lush than usual.

 

The lilac!  This is a very old bush that faltered for a while.  But the last few years it's been glorious!

The lilac! This is a very old bush that faltered for a while. But the last few years it’s been glorious! Yes, the little dog is cute. You want him? No, seriously.

 

I hope Heaven smells like this...

I hope Heaven smells like this…

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We get our plants and seeds at a local Heirloom market.  I encourage you to search for heirloom seeds and plants in your area.  No GMO!

We get our plants and seeds at a local Heirloom market. I encourage you to search for heirloom seeds and plants in your area. No GMO!

 

 

One of our little helpers.  She did a great job digging the little holes and getting the plants in the dirt just right.  And, she's little enough that she can stand right in the garden to get it done.

One of our little helpers. She did a great job digging the little holes and getting the plants in the dirt just right. And, she’s little enough that she can stand right in the garden to get it done.

 

It won't be long and this lettuce will be much larger and on our plates!

It won’t be long and this lettuce will be much larger and on our plates!

 

We had a couple of onions reappear on their own this spring.  But had to plant new seeds.  My daughter talked me into buying kale this year.  Wish me luck.

We had a couple of onions reappear on their own this spring. But had to plant new seeds. My daughter talked me into buying kale this year. Wish me luck.

 

And THIS is our fun salvage yard find!  A large metal gutter-type contraption.  I'm told it's a chicken feeder.  It's going to sit there on our NEW FENCE and be home to our strawberry patch!

And THIS is our fun salvage yard find! A large metal gutter-type contraption. I’m told it’s a chicken feeder. It’s going to sit there on our NEW FENCE and be home to our strawberry patch!

 

We have this great space available now too!!  But for this year it will be hold a row of sunflowers and the containers of peanuts.  We'll mulch over it this year.  Plenty of other projects to keep us busy.

We have this great space available now too!! But for this year it will be hold a row of sunflowers and the containers of peanuts. We’ll mulch over it this year. Plenty of other projects to keep us busy.

 

Don’t forget to visit my Facebook page and let me know how your garden grows! 🙂

 

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Hello!!

Not sure what to say today so I’ll just start typing…

I was awake way too early for a Saturday.  The ol’ body made me get up and then that was the end of sleep.  My brain kicked into full worry mode.  So many emotions surfacing as my surgery date approaches.

THE KNEE

Last night, as I climbed the stairs to go to bed, I realized that my “new” knee (replaced April 2012) was hurting much more than the “old” knee I’m about to have replaced!  In fact, the old knee was great!  What the heck?! That just doesn’t make any sense.  Same thing this morning, the new knee is much achier than the old one.  This just makes me want to cancel the surgery soooo bad!  But I know I have to go through with it.  The knee is in terrible shape.  I’ve had bone-on-bone for years.  But still…there’s that voice…”maybe I could wait longer” it says.  So there’s that going on in my head.

I have a ton of work to do in the next few days.  Both at home and at my office.  I plan to go to the office at some point today to try and get a few things done on a non-office-hours day.  Yet, here I am.  Typing away.  Still practically in my jammas! haha

LONG STORY, SHORT

We have three grandkids at our house this morning.  Another reason I got up early.  It’s so good to see them.  This is a “special” weekend in their family.  Tomorrow marks the birth of their oldest sibling.  She would have been 13 this year.  Would have been.  A very long story that I won’t go into today.  Short version is, we lost our first little grandgirl when she was just a precious 3 1/2 months old.  I am very happy to spend a little time with these particular grandkids today.  Also, so glad to see them all together before my surgery.  Might not see them for a while.  My surgery is on our oldest’s 11th birthday.  Then we have two other birthdays coming at the beginning of August.  AND… we have another grandbaby about to be born in Virginia.  I will miss all these things.  So there’s THAT going on in my head too.  Three birthdays and a BIRTH day.  Sigh…

SATURDAY

All in all, it’s OK that I didn’t get much sleep last night.  It’s OK that I had to get up early.  After Wednesday, I will have plenty of “Saturdays”.  I’ll be in a pain medication fog for many days (weeks?) and have nothing to do but rest.  And read.  I have my Kindle stocked and even ordered a new paperback that wasn’t available on Kindle.  And blog! I really need to make an effort to blog through the journey this time around!

Have a great weekend everyone!  Hug your loved ones a little tighter and cherish every moment.

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 I asked Eden (11) what kind of picture I should use on my blog today.  "A minecraft chicken" she said.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...a Minecraft chicken.  You're welcome.


I asked Eden (11) what kind of picture I should use on my blog today. “A minecraft chicken” she said. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…a Minecraft chicken. You’re welcome.

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Hello everyone!

We have a couple of the grandgirls over this weekend while their mom works.    No big adventures planned, just time together at home.  The weather is perfect, the sky is blue.  They’ve had fun playing outside and even got in the little wading pool and splashed about for a while.  The four-year-old is watching a movie (grandma hopes she’ll fall asleep for a nap).  The old wise one (Eden who is almost 11 and I’ve written about many times) is out on the shady porch with her Kindle.  No harm in a little time alone like that. Good times just hanging out at home.  Here are a few things going on in my life…

GARDEN REPORT

The garden is overflowing!  Well, most of it is.  Some things never did grow.  And if they did, they didn’t grow fast and big enough to hold their own and were over taken by things like zucchini, tomatoes, potatoes, and the trilogy of broccoli, cauliflower and brussels sprouts. We’ve harvested small quantities of green beans and sugar snap peas this past week.  Today we ate a small amount of the peas with some delicious bean dip.  (RECIPE HERE AT AN OLD BLOG OF MINE)  Feels so healthy to eat fresh from the garden!

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Our first harvest of green beans. So delicious sauteed up with some prosciutto.

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Potatoes as far as the eye can see. Well, from this angle anyway! The little white butterflies danced over these flowers all morning today.

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Sugar Snap Peas! Get in my belly! 🙂

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Homemade bean dip with fresh herbs and those beautiful fresh-picked snap peas. Yummmmmm

A GENEROUS DONATION

This week the oldest grandgirl… Eden, you remember her.  Got a hair cut.  Big deal?  Well, it was.  She got exactly eight inches cut so that she could donate it.  I’m so proud of her.  We will send it to either Pantene’s Great Lengths or Alopecia as suggested by our hair stylist.  We’re told that the Locks of Love program charges for their hair.  Whereas the other programs give it for free.  As we have not yet researched, we can only take her word for it.

Before...

Before…

Last chance to change her mind...

Last chance to change her mind…

It's done!  See how the front of her hair was more blond? (top of the picture)  Bittersweet to see it go.

It’s done! See how the front of her hair was more blond? (top of the picture) Bittersweet to see it go.

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Ask her to “smile” and this is what you’ll get. haha

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That’s better. My beautiful girl. Love!

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She gave exactly eight inches to be donated.

AN AMAZING PHOTO COMPARISON

This photo shows my youngest daughter who is now 28-years-old.  She had to be four or five in the picture.  She is on the LEFT in the red outfit.  On the RIGHT is her daughter who is 2 3/4-years-old and was taken a few days ago!  I can’t stop looking at this remarkable comparison.

My daughter Rachel (28) on the left when she was four or five-years-old.  On the right is HER daughter who is 2 3/4-years-old.  Amazing!

My daughter Rachel (28) on the left when she was four or five-years-old. On the right is HER daughter who is 2 3/4-years-old. Amazing!

SURGERY UPDATE

The date is set for July 31st for me to have my second total knee replacement surgery.  My last one was done in April of 2012.  Still dreading it.  But it’s obvious that it must be done.  I’ve had my MRI and X-rays, the pre-lab work and pre-registration.  I have a “physical” on the 22nd with a doctor chosen by the surgeon.  Which is weird, but whatever.  🙂 Really counting down the days.  There’s SOOOOO MUCH TO DO before then!  Both at work and at home.  Stressful times.  Prayers appreciated.

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND everyone!

And as always, remember to find me on Facebook and share your garden pictures there.

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Today is Wednesday. Weather permitting (it’s rained heavy every day since Saturday), we will finally put our Robbie dog’s ashes to rest today. (See The Saddest Day)  We bought a very nice Burning Bush to plant in his memory.  Not only does this give us fall color in the back yard, it’s a plant I’ve always wanted.  It also represents Robbie’s firey* spirit and the fact that he always wore a red collar.  Of course the red only comes in the fall.  (*Editing note: Spell check wants that to be “fiery”, but that can’t be right! haha)

We have his ashes in a cute little urn provided by the vet.  We might do a half-and-half deal.  Half buried under the bush and half in the urn. Does that sound odd?  I’ve never done the ashes thing before.  We lost a cat 15 years ago and buried his old self in the yard.

Some of the kids and grandkids will gather again this evening.  The bush will be planted, along with his ashes.  One last family observance of this loss.

I have no pictures of this yet, but will share with you another time.

Why is this still so painful?  Well, it’s been less than a week.  We lost a family member of 14 years.  Perhaps this will give us the closure we need?  Right.  Let’s stick with that thought shall we?

So that’s the update.  Not much to say.  Thanks for sharing this journey with me.  Talk to you again soon.

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We lost a dear family member yesterday.  Let me tell you about him.

This is our dog.  His name is Robbie.  I nicknamed him Poochens early on.  I don’t even remember why.

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He was born on March 3, 1999.  He was a purebred Jack Russell Terrier.  Documented English lineage!  He was named after his Father “Paxton Rob”.  We could have bred him for a lot of money.  We could have even had a show dog.  But we wanted a family pet.  And in order to attended Doggie Daycare while we were at work, he had to be neutered.  So that’s what we did.

We took him once to St. Charles, Illinois to a JRT event.  He was only a puppy.  Not even a year old. There were so many dogs! There was a course with hurdles to run and he raced other dogs.  He had to wear a muzzle for that.  Which, of course, didn’t go over well.  He’d never worn one.  There was a “go-to-ground” course where the dogs follow their breeding and instincts underground, through a tunnel, and find the prey at the end.  He didn’t like that much either.  We had fun, he like running and meeting the other dogs.  But that was about all.  We didn’t attend another event.  Too far from home and he could run unmuzzled at Doggie Daycare.

DOGGIE DAYCARE

There’s a wonderful woman in our town who loves and trains dogs.  She has a large yard that she dedicates to them.  It’s divided into two sections.  Upper yard for the little dogs.  Lower and larger yard for the big dogs.  Robbie, being full grown at 20 pounds and 15-17 inches tall, classified as a little dog.  But his spirit and ability dictated that he be allowed to literally run with the big dogs!  I’ll never forget when Judy told me that Robbie had been the star of the yard that day.  He’d chased a squirrel part way up a tree trunk, grabbed the squirrel and tossed it to the ground for the group of bigger dogs waiting for it.  Ew!  Sad but true.  He was a big shot at Doggie Daycare.  He went there for a few years until our work scheduled changed and it was no longer practical for us to take him.

ROTTEN DOG

He was a naughty dog!  He needed plenty of exercise and needed a “job” to do.  If he didn’t get this outlet for his energy, he’d find a job to do.  Many times that “job” was

One of the many emptied purses

One of the many emptied purses

shredding newspaper.  When he was still a pup we took him to Puppy Kindergarten so that he’d learn some discipline.  They were kind enough to give him a certificate of completion.  Deserved?  Not so much.  I left that certificate on the dining room table.  The next day I came home to find it shredded on the floor.  How did a little puppy reach it?  We’ll never know.

I guess the same way he always reached my purse in safe locations.  He loved to eat my gum.  And that usually meant he’d empty every single item from my purse, turn it inside out and leave all on the floor.  He’d eat the gum whether a full pack or just one piece.  I’m certain he was part goat.  He loved to eat crayons and once even a scented candle.  Dumb dog.

FAMILY

He was a beloved member of our family.  But he had to grow on a few of us.  My oldest daughter wasn’t crazy about him.  One day as she napped on the sofa, deeply as only a teenager can.  This adorable puppy crept quietly to her and reached for her earrings.  Nibbling her ear oh so gently trying to get them.  Did I say “gently”.  OK, maybe not.  He knew he had a moment to get what he wanted and went for it with gusto.  Poor little puppy learned to fly that day.  And, learned a few new words.

He was a snuggle bug.  He loved his Daddy so much.  He loved our grandchildren when they came a few years later.  In fact, there was a time when we had to keep him separate from the babies.  You see, Jack Russells like to hunt and will kill small animals.  I really think he thought babies were small animals.  They smell good, they wiggle, they squeak.  He didn’t know he couldn’t stand on them and he would get very intense around them.  So for many years he had to be locked in the kitchen.  They grew older and his experience finally taught him to behave.  Although he still didn’t know better than to jump up to kiss them.  Many kids landed on their tushes from him seeking a kiss.

NEW DOG IN TOWN

Just about two years ago we stupidly brought in a new dog.  Another JRT, although not purebred.  He’s adorable and we were sure Robbie would love a play mate in his old age.  We were wrong.  Bruiser quickly showed us that.  We were also sure that our strong smart Robbie would be the alpha dog.  We were shocked and saddened when we saw Bruiser bully him.  But there were times when they seemed like best of friends.  Even in Robbie’s last days, they laid together in the yard.  A very rare sight.

Robbie's last day.  Sunning himself in the yard.  Bruiser joined him.

Robbie’s last day. Sunning himself in the yard. Bruiser joined him.

OLD DOG

Robbie’s health had deteriorated over the last few years.  The black and brown on his face turned gray.  His old bones hurt.  He had a lot of arthritis in his legs and feet.  His eye sight failed and eyes were clouded with cataracts.  It’s so hard to see a once energetic and vital soul slow down and become blind and crippled.  Heart breaking.

We’d talked for a while now about how maybe it was time.  You know, “time”.  Time to let him go.  But he held on and we nursed him along.  Gave him baby aspirin for the pain.  But it really wasn’t helping any more.  Got him eye drops when his blind eye seemed to be infected.  Lifted him on to the bed or sofa when he could no longer make that jump.  Tried to understand his absence among us when he wanted to just stay in his bed.

Then last week things changed for the worse.  He was limping badly.  He was in obvious pain.  His eye sight was worse than ever.  He bumped into things.  He wobbled as he struggled to walk.  He had to be helped down the outside steps and into the yard.  He stumbled around his yard, trying to follow the path he’d walked for 14 years.

On Wednesday he seemed to rally.  It was a warm sunny day and he did what he loved.  Sunned himself in the yard.  On this day Bruiser laid with him for a time.  Again, this is something that NEVER happened.  They always kept a little distance when resting in the yard.  I can only remember one or two other times they rested together outside.

But over night Wednesday/Thursday it became apparent that he wasn’t going to get better.  We had some of the grandkids staying the night. Robbie was sleeping with the boys.  The oldest boy told us Thursday morning that in the night Robbie needed his help to get off the bed.  Then Robbie seemed to be bumping into things in the bedroom so the boy helped him out the door.  At about 4:00 a.m. we woke to a sound that we thought might be Robbie stumbling on the stairs.  So my hubby got up and went down stairs to look for him.  While he did that, I made a trip to the bathroom.  There I discovered that Robbie had pottied in the bathroom.  Another unusual occurance.

Our house is old and has two stair ways.  One we call the “back stairs”.  We never…NEVER…use them.  They’re awkward as they turn sharply at the bottom.  We leave the door at the foot of the stairs (in the dining room) closed.  Robbie hadn’t used them since he was a brave and exploring pup.  When my hubby was looking for him that night he was no where to be found.  Then he heard a noise.  Robbie had left the bathroom upstairs and in his blindness and confusion, turned left instead of right and gone down those back stairs!  The thought of him going down those odd stairs breaks my heart.  They’re dark and they must have felt and smelled so foreign to him.  He must have been so confused and scared.  He’d evidently stumbled on the odd bottom stairs and when Dave opened the door there he was.  Poor old Poochens.

THE DECISION

All day Thursday Robbie was suffering.  He couldn’t walk without a struggle.  He couldn’t stand without trembling and wobbling.  Yet it was painful and difficult for him to lay down.

Anyone who has ever had to make a final decision for a pet knows that moment.  That moment when you stop wondering “should we” and you just KNOW “it’s time”.  Thursday was that day.

I contacted all my kids who had not yet been to see him and told them.  I told them they must come over on Thursday and that we’d scheduled with the vet for Friday morning. So they came.  My son and his family came Thursday morning while I was at work.  They didn’t stay long, but they said their goodbyes.

Thursday evening my daughters and their children came.  This was what I was dreading.  I’d cried a bit throughout the day.  But I knew the minute my oldest granddaughter arrived I’d be done for.  You see, Eden was his girl.  She’s the oldest.  She had been his buddy for a very long time.  When she was two and three-years old she would lay with him in his bed in front of the dining room heat vent and nap.  She was always his favorite.

He finally settled in his blankie.

He finally settled in his blankie.

That evening, before anyone arrived, he’d been struggling badly.  Trying to walk around, but in too much pain.  He wouldn’t land in any one spot and rest.  At one point he trembled so badly that I thought he would bite his own tongue! He shivered yet panted at the same time.  I’m sure he was in extreme pain.  He was in the living room and I brought in his bed blanket and left it on the floor in front of the TV.  I went out of the room for something and when I came back he’d laid right down on it.  He seemed calmed and comforted.  I covered him up a bit as it was a chilly evening.  He seemed to sleep.

One daughter came with her two-and-a-half year old and two of my oldest’s kids whom she was baby sitting.  Ages four and seven.  Such different levels of understanding among them.  Robbie didn’t get up to greet them, he just stayed on that blanket.

Then my oldest daughter and Eden arrived.  I tried to keep the mood light by asking her about her fifth grade graduation which she had just come from.  She muddered something but then went straight to her knees next to Robbie.

Break for tears please….

Eden is ten and her level of understanding is the same as ours.  She was fully aware that he was suffering and what had to be done.  But her heart was broken like the rest of us.  After a while the seven-year-old boy’s Kindle battery died.  He’d said he understood that this was the last time he’d see Robbie.  But once his full attention was in the situation he started to talk to his mom.  She explained things to him again and more fully I think.  The reality of the night hit him hard.  This boy who rarely shows emotion wailed for what seemed like hours.  He wailed loudly and uncontrollably.  He wailed past the point of tears.  It was strange and overwhelming.  I was fully prepared for all of Edens tears and emotions.  But not this.  I was not prepared for his extreme display of heartbreak.

For about two hours we sat with Robbie and sobbed.  He never got up.

THE SADDEST DAY

Robbie slept with us that night.  Snuggled to his Daddy.  We left Bruiser locked in his crate.  This was Robbie’s night.

He seemed to be feeling better on Friday morning.  It was a beautiful warm sunny day.  His favorite.  He wobbled and limped, but not as bad.  He didn’t cry so much in pain.  He walked around the house.  He got up off the sofa on his own and went quickly (for him) to the back door to go outside.   He limped and wobbled around the yard.

I, naturally, began to doubt our decision.  I posted on Facebook that “My head knows it’s the right thing to do.  But my heart thinks it’s terribly wrong”.  I knew he couldn’t go through another day and night like he’d just had.  And I knew he’d never get better than he was at that moment.

Our appointment was at 11:00 a.m.  At about 10:15 I took him out to his yard for the last time.  He slowly limped around the yard, following his perimeter path.  Coming off the path and into the yard to do his last business.  I snapped pictures of him nonstop.  Yes, I even took one as he began to squat that last time.  I’m such a weirdo.  No, I won’t be sharing that with you.  I’m not THAT weird.  I let him stay out there for a while, allowing the sun to warm him.

Then he followed his path around and reached the back stairs, climbing them all by himself.  And back into the house.  My husband and I sat and paced as we watched him restlessly do the same.  We cried a lot as the time approached.  Watched Bruiser try to not-so-gently coax Robbie into a game of chase.  Bruiser never did understand Robbie was old and hurting.

Then we picked up Robbie and headed out. Pausing to let Bruiser give him a sniff on the nose, but there really wasn’t any understanding there.  Bruiser barked at him and us just as he always does when we leave the house.

We drove around for a while.  Neither of us wanting to go straight home.

We drove around for a while. Neither of us wanting to go straight home.

Everyone at the vet was very sympathetic.  Many “I’m so sorry”s were given.  The vet was caring and gentle.  We sat together on a bench in the exam room.  Daddy holding his boy.  The vet gave Robbie a sedative as he was shaking.  She didn’t want to cause him any pain and she knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t want her to touch him. After a short time she returned.  Robbie was totally calm.  Then it was time.  He went so peacefully and painlessly.  It was a tender and precious moment.  Many tears.  The last voices he heard and the last touch he felt were ours.

Short break again for tears…

We drove around town for a while afterwards.  Letting the reality hit us.  Feeling the warm sun.  We quietly ate lunch in our car up on the river front dike.  We stopped at the church where I work to check messages and get the mail.  Then we went home.  Home where there was only one little white dog face at the door.

WHAT’S NEXT

Today is kinda cold and rainy.  Appropriate for my mood.  I’m staying indoors and not sitting out back looking at our one-dog yard.

Robbie’s ashes will be returned to us.  We are going to place his ashes in the hole where we will plant a Burning Bush.  Right where the abandoned rabbit hole is.  Oh, Robbie showed us his killing ability many times.  So strange to have a carnivore who can also be so loving and gentle with his humans.  He killed little bunnies and opossums that were as big as he was!  He protected our yard fiercely.

Anyway, we chose a Burning Bush because it will symbolize the fire of his spirit and the fact that he always wore a bright red collar.  Also, we don’t have any fall color in the back yard, so that will be nice.

My hubby is working this weekend so we’ll do that either Memorial Day Monday or in the few days following.  Depends on the weather and if we’re able to find the plant we want.

I know many of you have lost beloved pets.  So you know that they are so much more than pets.  They are family members.  They have grown up with your children and grandchildren and they have grown old with you.  I leave you now this this video.  Some of you are old enough to have seen it on the Tonight Show in 1981.  I am.

R.I.P. Robbie “Poochens” 1999-2013.

A Dog Named Beau

MORE MISCELLANEOUS PICTURES OF THE OLD BOY

Hugs.

Hugs.

Robbie loved a good snuggle! Especially with his favorite girl.

Robbie loved a good snuggle! Especially with his favorite girl.

Devoted to the big kids

Devoted to the big kids

Did he know a new baby was coming?

Did he know a new baby was coming?

Loved his Daddy so much!

Loved his Daddy so much!

On Wednesday Robbie seemed to rally and feel better.  But that afternoon, as he sat in the kids' chair, he looked at me with a serious stillness.

On Wednesday Robbie seemed to rally and feel better. But that afternoon, as he sat in the kids’ chair, he looked at me with a serious stillness.

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Hello everyone!

What a great weekend we had.  Perfect spring weather in the Midwest, USA.  We (and by “we” I mean my husband) have been constructing a rather large raised garden for the last few weeks.  This past weekend we got it almost finished.  It’s amazing.  I’m so proud of my husband.  I showed him some pictures and ideas I found on Pinterest, he then made a couple of simple plan drawings and was unstoppable.  He’s made plenty of trips to Home Depot, but has never once had to stop and go over those drawings again.  I’d have to have a step-by-step plan to accomplish this! (Photos below)

We’ll be planting a large variety of veggies.  Then we will enlist the help of our children and grandchildren to maintain and harvest.  This is going to be a family project throughout the summer and fall.  Our children and grandchildren will benefit from the work and produce.  Can’t get any better than that!  The kids have already had a great time helping grandpa with construction.

YOUR TURN:  Who else is gardening this year?  Do you have a raised garden, in ground, or in pots?  No matter what the size of your garden, please tell us about it.  Share your pictures on my Facebook page!

Grandkids on groundbreaking day. They really did help. Carried lumber and moved dirt to fill other dog-made holes (their idea!) Plenty of dirt digging and worm finding that day.

Grandkids on groundbreaking day. They really did help. Carried lumber and moved dirt to fill other dog-made holes (their idea!) Plenty of dirt digging and worm finding that day.

Herbs!  I've planted a big pot of basil (my fave), Cilantro, Parsley, Rosemary and chives is a  perennial.  I'll be adding to the chives this year and also planting thyme.  The pots will be placed in various locations around the yard.

Herbs! I’ve planted a big pot of basil (my fave), Cilantro, Parsley, Rosemary and chives is a perennial. I’ll be adding to the chives this year and also planting thyme. The pots will be placed in various locations around the yard. (This was planting day, they look must better now)

Hubby found this buried in the yard the day he was tilling!  On the bottom it says "Mentholatum Reg. Trade Mark".  An exciting little treasure!

Hubby found this buried in the yard the day he was tilling! On the bottom it says “Mentholatum Reg. Trade Mark”. An exciting little treasure!

Grandgirls chillin'.  They walking around inside, on top of, and climbed over this structure all weekend!  I told the oldest she looked like Dorothy (Wizard of Oz) walking around the pigpen.

Grandgirls chillin’. They walking around inside, on top of, and climbed over this structure all weekend! I told the oldest she looked like Dorothy (Wizard of Oz) walking around the pigpen.

Under construction

Under construction

End of the weekend's work.  How amazing is this?!  Green fence along the back for vining veggies.

End of the weekend’s work. How amazing is this?! Green fence along the back for vining veggies.

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Almost done. I planted sunflower seeds alone the edge too. Even excited about those. Another exciting addition to the yard this year will be privacy fencing! No more hoarder’s yard in view! heehee 🙂

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