Oh My Goodness

I just had a harrowing experience

when I had Pixie at the Vet 2 weeks ago
they gave me follow up meds
to give her today
little we syringe with about 1/4 cc of goop in it

so I get the girl
settle in on the couch
and try to hold her head to put the syringe in her mouth

she went stark raving mad

she screamed
she bit me
she clawed at me
I thought her little heart was gonna explode
and I never have heard
screaming like that in my life
like a baby only really really high pitched
ear piercing...

I let go of her head
and she was stopped screaming
but spent a great deal of time
trying to escape from me
the term greased piglet
doesn't quite cut it...

I tried again
about 20 min later
exact same thing
precisely the same response
even more frenzied if possible...

so I cuddled her for about half an hour
and then got the little syringe
and began to play with her with the syringe
and finally she put the tip in her mouth to chew it
(she is teething after all)
and I hit the hammer and she swallowed

she stopped dead
and glared at me
and then climbed under the comforter on the couch
and ignored me for about an half hour

I am apparently forgiven now

I hope this little dog never gets sick
I'd be fucked.

the VOD strikes again

so
the VOD needs a bone scan
so she can have her back
crazy glued

a week ago she asked
if it happens on a Tues
can I please take her
cos the bother has
inventory every Tues
of 2 of his stores

I say ya...but only if
it's on a Tues.

she phones me Monday
and asks if I can take the day off
and take her in for it on Friday

I assume that means that
something has come up
and that the bother can't make it

I ask the boss
and cos I'm a one of where I work
I double up on the work
to get 5 full days of work
done in 4 days
and book Friday off

tonight she tells me
that the bother
the "golden boy"
will be down Friday PM
to take her to the bank

so why did I take the day off?
cos it's too early to expect
the golden child to be here

fact: I've driven that silly old woman
to every Dr appt, bank, grocery and liquor store
for 12 fucking years

fact: the golden boy owns his own
mutha fuckin business and has
managers in place
so he can leave when he wants

fact: when I suggest that maybe
the golden boy should hie his loppy arse
down here to take her to the hospital
she gets all pissy with me
cos I'm "so mean to the golden boy
and he's come all the way down here
to take care of her
when no one else would"

fact: the golden boy has only
been puttin in appearances
for a year

and still - she's not got hammered
and threatened to piss herself in his car!

and while I'm on a fuckin rant here
why did I just spend $500.00
that I didn't have to spare
gettin a computer and accoutrement
for her
and now she says I'll have to wait to set it up
cos the golden boy is comin?

don'tcha just love family??

some days I really really really
wish I could drink.

Dog people....

it now strikes me as funny
that I went so long
without a dog in my life

dog owners
are a strange lot
but I guess I fit right in

I've only had this pup for
6 days
and already
I'm completely enamored
with having
something
living
breathing
chirping (cos she hasn't found her voice yet)
when I come thru the door

Something happy to see me
unconditionally
happy

she's been to the vet
and has none of the health issues
we thought she might
no heart murmur
no luxating patellas

she weighs 2lbs 9oz
and it turns out
she's actually 18 weeks old
instead of 13
but it's all good

I'm tickled pink
I prolly should have done this
3 years ago
right after I lost Coco

Pixie is a welcome
addition to my home...

she's found dust bunnies
bigger n her
tucked in a couple of places
behind doors and couches

she likes music...
with every new piece of music
I play
she sits up
and stares at the speakers for a bit
as if gauging whether or not
she approves...

she's discovered dropped
sunflower seeds for chewing
cos she can get under things
my vacuum won't fit

she's tried to chew
wax, a pencil, my glasses

potty training
is a work in progress
and if I give her a dental chew stick
she can only chew half at a time
which causes her
to run around the house
all in a flutter (literally)
trying to dig a hole
to hide the remainder in
behind the couch,
in a bag full of wrapping paper
under the couch cushions

it's hysterical

she's buried her Kong chew toy
under the afghan on the couch
and used her nose to
smooth the blanket out
so that no one will know it's there

...shes a dog
no matter how tiny
shes a dog

and apparently
as I am enjoying her so much
I am a dog person

More Pixie Pics

never mind all my chins
LoL

lookit this little sweetie!

For Haiti

Tonight I light my candle for the people of Haiti... I'm proud of the humanitarians mobilizing and I pray that they will be of service and come home safe - that the Haiti mission and the resources that people are sending/taking (from the goodness of their hearts and the depth of their wallets)is not mismanaged.

I also pray that each and every one of those scumbags that have started scams to take advantage of this horrific situation are are held to the task of the law of three....what you sow shall be returned upon you times three...

So mote it be!

Pixie Dust

today I became the
absolutely smitten owner
of a 12 week old
Pomeranian Chihuahua cross
who's decided her name is Pixie Dust

she's tiny in stature
but quite sure of her position in life
she already owns my heart
and has decided to become
my 3rd breast...
and lies in my cleavage all the time

I've always said I would never be
the owner of a small dog
in people cloths
yet I caught myself
checking out puppy ensembles
whilest shopping for a collar

already the great Canadian puppy
challenge is on
I put her outside
for a bit
she doesn't do any business
and then comes in
looks up at me
and picks a spot on the carpet
to go

she's not answering
to her name yet

and she's so tiny
that when you bend over
to pick her up
she backs away from me

cos for all she's little
I ain't LoL

it's been 2o years since I had a puppy
and now we're about
to go to bed
me in my bed
and her in her bed
for the first time
without her brother and mother
I'm in for a good time!

the Grace and the Glory...

as a child
there is a certain
kind of grace and glory
that comes from being raised
in a huge extended family

with a large family
there's always someone
to play with

with a large family
there's always someone else
in trouble for it
cos there's always someone else
to blame for it

with a large family
there’s always something
to be learned

with a large family
there's always someone
to listen

with a large family
there's always someone
to love

and mostly with a large family
there's always someone
to love you

as an adult
this business of
being from a large family
gets harder and harder.

I ache for my cousin and his family
if I feel this bad
how must they feel?
how must the grandmother
and current reigning matriarch
of this big family feel?
his partner? his brother?

I wonder
does the next generation
know what grace and glory there is
in having more cousins
than you know what to do with?

does the next generation understand
the network
of love and trust and respect
that has allowed me to
make the mistakes I made?
to learn the lessons I needed?
to love and support me
even when they didn't?
to give me the tools
and the understandings I needed
to be me?

the me that everyone else knows...
the me that is still a work in progress?

I wonder
if they are connected
like we were?

seems hard to imagine they may be
with us all over the country
the way we are....
and somehow
connecting on FB
or via the internet
is good
but not good enough...

because if they are not...

how will they ever
build the connections
the visceral
tangible
connections
that we did
as children
that keep me connected
all these miles away?

how can they ever really understand
the grace and the glory that comes
from being raised
in a family this large?

Rest in Peace Kind Gents...

I had such good feelings going into 2010

sadly I was wrong
on New Years Eve we lost our friend Craig
artist and tattooist extraordinare
he's the fellow that did my green man tattoo
died by suicide after a prolonged battle with drpression

Today I've been informed that my 2nd cousin
son of my cousin Peter
grandson of my fadder's sister Peach (Virginia)
lost his battle with a rare form of leukemia

Jesse was one of the largest men I've ever met
he was the definitive example of the term
gentle giant

he was barely into his 30's

I'm gobsmacked yet again.












Front row: Mark Robertson, Peach Robertson, Peter Robertson
Back Row: Jesse Robertson(son of Peter and Graciela) & his partner Amber, Tosh Robertson(wife of Mark) Tanya Robertson (daughter of Mark and Tosh) Adam Robertson (son of Mark and Tosh) Eric Robertson & his partner Julie (son of Peter and Graciela) Desmond Robertson (Eric and Julie's son) and Graciela Robertson wife of Peter.