Ginny Tata-Phillips's Blog, page 98
September 22, 2012
A Simple Gift of Giving...
Reblogged from Dogs for the PAWS:
We all live somewhere…a house, apartment, condo…etc…and we all have closets. Mine are chock full of towels, sheets, fabric swatches, placemats, maybe even the lost socks I never found! I don’t know about you but I am always working toward the day I might have organized and clutter free closets, like they show on HGTV but for now they are a work in progress.
Sharing a heartfelt posting from Missy.....
September 21, 2012
I AM COMING BACK FOR YOU!
Young(er) Hannah Lee
Left Hannah at vet
hoping she knows I hurt too
but I will return.
One always hopes the rescued dog knows she is not abandoned once again when left somewhere. You were left before, sweetheart, but not by me. You will never be abandoned again!
In DoG We Trust
September 20, 2012
She is a Diva Bitch – But She is MY Diva Bitch!
Hannah’s eyelid growth, which HAS to go!
My beautiful girl dawg goes under the knife tomorrow. We have been watching this eyelid growth grow for a number of years – first very slowly – but recently it has doubled in size. And so – it has to go.
I am unreasonably worried. This is a rather new vet to us in a slightly new veterinary practice (to us) in my still new home (even after a year). In California, I used to stay in the room with my dogs when they had any procedures. I would stroke their brows and cut their nails while they were unconscious. That is the kind of relationship I had with my vet back in those days.
In Orlando, I had the special privilege of taking my animals home while they were still very groggy. My Orlando vet knew I would be right by their side through their recoup and they would be better with me than in a crate/kennel at the vet.
The vet here does not know me well. I am planning on pleading to take Hannah Lee home as soon as she wakes up. I am hoping they do her first instead of making her be nervous in a kennel all day til her turn comes. Of course, I must drop her a 8 a.m. like she is just any dog, which of course, she is not.
While she is out she will have a quickie dental, ears, nails and anal glands attended to as well. This is the diva bitch and she does not like any of her precious parts messed with, so we will torture her (for her own health!) while she is unconscious.
Cannot wait for this to be behind all of us. I know in my brain that she will be ok. I also know in my brain that bad things happen to good dogs and I pray that none of them happen to this one! My heart is scared. Very scared! After all – she will always be my baby girl:
Baby Hannah
In DoG We Trust.
September 19, 2012
Wordless Wednesday
At least Bruno is a tall Basset so Tiffin can peek thru his legs!
September 18, 2012
Children Should Be Neither Seen Nor Heard
Those who know me well are aware that I like any generic dog. Some more than others – but dogs, in general, are all ok in my book.
Lacking grandchildren, I do not feel the same way about children. Specific children are ok but I do not like generic children and an amusement park full of them is my idea of hell.
I make an exception for the babe in arms I encountered at the library today. This child, seriously, was under 2 – perhaps only 16 or 18 months old. This curly-headed cherub came in with its mother (sex not determinable, nor necessary to know at all-the cherub – not the mother).
“Books,” cried the cherub, with no need to be shushed in the library. “Books, books, books,” cried the vocal prodigy. “LIBRARY books,” prompted the mother. “LIBWEWWY BOOKS,” replied the little genius, a number of times in rapid repetition.
And thus, my faith in children of the world was restored. Or maybe just my faith in parents of Spotsylvania!
In DoG We Trust.
September 17, 2012
Urinary Haiku
First morning peepee
runs down driveway converging
as do our life lines.
In DoG We Trust.
September 15, 2012
Artist Celebrates Rescue Dogs
I was kinda thinking on weekends I could re-blog some good news stories – what do you think? Click on the link below!
Artist Celebrates Rescue Dogs.
In DoG We Trust.
September 14, 2012
Book in a Plain Brown Wrapper
I was wait listed #235 at our little library
Fifty Shades of Grey
library contraband and
my new hair color.
In DoG We Trust.
September 13, 2012
To Every Thing There is a Season.
I often wonder just what is so wonderful about our new home. There are a lot of things, it is true, but as I wake up every day to cooler temperatures and the signs of fall begin, I think the change of seasons may be one of the most wonderful things.
Understand, that although I was born in Washington, D.C., I grew up in Florida and lived for many years in California before moving back to a very unsettling seven years back in Florida again. The change in seasons is still very novel and exciting to me. Perhaps it is the first year I spent in this area that infused my very being with a love of this locality - the air and the land and the water and everything. It just seems like a very healthy place for me – physically and spiritually.
I am no spring chicken, that is for sure, and I have yet to enter the winter of my discontent. Makes me feel like perhaps I am in the Autumn of my life. It is a time of change, but yet a time of growth and maturing as well. Although the leaves on the trees and the hair on my head may be changing color, the sap does still run strong, and the tree of life flourishes.
Maybe I had better quit while I am ahead! I think you get the point.
As my husband starts to complain about the leaves that will soon fall everywhere and require lots of hard physical labor to rake and bag up, I can’t help but think, look what else is coming – and it is the view right off the back deck here in Spotsy:
Ni River Reservoir – my backyard!
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
In Dog We Trust.
