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Monday, September 26, 2011

Pug Love xo

This sweet little girl is the runt of the litter and she stole my heart with all her cuteness!

Chubby little guy likes to gives kisses

Oh she is such a good mama xoxo

Pugs behind bars.....

love love love

I seriously could play with them all day !!  Look at those faces !

Big smoochies good bye.....
   Okay, so everyone out there knows all about my little obsession with Pugs.   I have loved them forever!   I don't know if it's their smoochy little faces, the googly eyes or their cute little pig tails... but I am definitely smitten by them.   When I discovered friends of ours had a mama pug who had given birth to 6 little ones I made a date to come and visit and get some lovin!  Of course I had to ask how much for they were asking for them and unfortunately it wasn't something I could come up with.  Dang it!  It didn't take long for them to be sold though , all except one little chubby black one.   Hmmmm..... one left eh???   I think it's a sign dont' you??   

Saturday, September 17, 2011

One Year Later....

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.    
- Ben Williams
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader.  He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.

The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.         - Andrew A. Rooney

My little old dog: A heart-beat at my feet.
- Edith Wharton

  This time last year my buddy Storm was fighting for his life.  He became extremely ill with a liver disease, which baffled our vet, and we almost lost him.   We don't know how it happened or what caused it , but his liver was green and not functioning properly .   For several days I watched him waste away and  lie around on the floor at the vet office getting only a small wag of his tail every now and then as a sign that he was somewhat aware of my presence. I'd spend hours there in the cage with him -petting him, talking to him, walking him and giving him as much love as I could.  It was so hard to leave him there and  at one point it was recommended that I put him down because he was so close to slipping away which only crushed me further and I cried for days! 
   I felt so helpless but determined to fight whatever this was and go to whatever lengths needed to get him back to his playful self.  I told my vet to do whatever he could and if it didn't work I would let him go.  I needed to know in my heart that I did everything I could and then I would be at peace if I needed to say goodbye.
  It took intense treatment, which consisted of several meds and feeding him with a syringe, and lots of round the clock care.   It was difficult and exhausting not to mention stressful as I knew the bill was getting larger by the minute.   After a few days at the vet we were able to bring him home to continue his treatments.  Yay!       With all our love, my cooking ground beef and rice for him , and all the prayers our friends and family were sending out,  he slowly recovered , gained back his weight and even some muscle mass which our vet thought may never come back .
  Soon he was back to normal... better than normal.   He was like a new pup!   Playful,  rambunctious and healthy!   I was sooooo happy!   I had my best friend back, my sidekick and shadow .
  It's been a year and so far so good.  Storm remains healthy and happy which makes me very grateful.  I love my doggie and anyone who has a pet knows what that bond is like.  He is not just a dog, not just a pet, he is my best friend and loyal companion.  He is always happy to see me, doesn't care how I look, or act, doesn't judge me , always ready to go for a walk with me and always makes me smile. 
  So looking back at Storms battle I am reminded what he adds to my life and how happy I am to have him .  I only hope he feels the same about me xoxo


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Art Therapy...

I have an emotional connection to this painting

The final result of my art therapy on a 18 X 24 " canvas

It's my life.... my painting

Sometimes you just have to open your eyes... just sayin

Some people say I'm a dreamer... I'm not the only one - John Lennon-

Ever have moments where you don't even know who you are anymore??  Happened to me....

Sometimes "snapping out of it" is harder than it looks.  Getting my thoughts and feelings on canvas saves my life.  Helps me get through emotional highs and lows.  I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't express myself through my art.

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