Feeling "Blue"....

Well Folks,

I know it's been awhile since I've last posted, but Dang! Things have been busy. I've gone though so many changes these last few months that I can't keep up with them.

Ginger passed away last month, that tiny little thing just laid down and gave up, I was worried 'bout her, she wasn't eatin' properly. Took her to the vet, he told me she was nearly 16 years old, she was older than we thought.

Man, I and my Man we fussed with that dog make sure she'd eat something, she'd like the "Cesar's" dog food, the fillet, but not the grilled stuff, we'd mash it so she'd didn't have to work hard to eat it, but then she started losing her mind....doggie dementia the vet called it.

I mean us humans we get it but to see it in a dog....sad.... and there's nothin' you can do, just keep an eye on her, then she started eatin' less and less, we got so we'd have to spoon feed her, to get her to eat.

Then one day last month, I was in the kitchen washing dishes and I heard her tags behind me and I saw her turning around and around in a tight circle in the middle of the kitchen and then she just collapsed, I couldn't wake her up.

My Man comes in, he sees what's happen and we both agreed, this was it. So picked her up and put her on her doggie bed, every two hours we'd roll her from one side to the other, try and get some water down her, but she couldn't even do that. So we'd just wet a cloth and run it on her gums and see if she'd get something down. Wash her face and such. Petted her, talked to her, kept checking on her.

But it was scary, she did weight at 13 pounds, but she felt light like a feather.

The next day I had to go to work so my Man stayed with her, then later he called me, she had passed over.

Ginger was a strange little dog, for 12 years she had been with a family that abused her, she had serious trust issues, she was a hard dog to love, couldn't pet her, couldn't pick her up, she'd bite you, giving her a bath was an event....heavy gloves, a muzzle....she was a 13 pound dog with the fighting spirit of a 150 pit bull.

She was a hard dog to love, but we'd made a commitment to that little dog to care for her, and make sure she was never abused again in what ever time she had left....when I saw her at the shelter I just knew no one would adopt her with all her issues, and she didn't even trust us, not until the last 9 months of her life, she'd finally let me pet her and stroke her, giving a bath still an event, she even got herself stuck in an area we didn't think she'd get into but she did.

I realized the only way I could get her out was to get on my hands and knees (not an easy thing with my aches and pains) slide my hand under her and lift her up a bit to bring her out. I couldn't find my gloves, so I took a chance figuring I'd get bit any way.....but.... I got her out, I kept sayin' to her "Mommy's here, I'll get you out" and she let me lift her and I got her out and I held her to me and petted her and she let me hold her for all of 5 minutes, then she'd wiggle to get down, That surprised me.

After that when I'd be cooking dinner she'd come up to me and lean against my leg and I'd reach down and pet her and say "Don't worry, Mommy will feed you first". Even in her dementia she still continued to do that until that day she collapsed, but she came into the kitchen where I was...

Poor little weird, demented, evil, vicious, sad, confused, abused dog. At least in the last years of her life, she knew kindness and that no one was going to hurt her, even if she hated getting a bath...

I miss her in a way, but at least I know she's with the angels who take care of doggies and she's in a happier place. Why'd anyone abuse a little thing like that I'll never know.

Both me and my Man agree we cannot trust a person who says they hate dogs, I mean it's different if they say I can't be around dogs or cats allergies, or I'm afraid of dogs because of a bad experience, or to say I prefer cats....well that's different..but to say they hate dogs....you know then they are a "sick person".

I mean there are people who seem to have an affinity for cats, like the fact they are independent, and don't appear to be very needy. Dogs are more work, you have to keep them engaged, exercise them, walk them, exercise their mind.

But they give you this look, that I don't see in cats, and you know they will go to any lengths to please you, so I ask you Folks.....how can a person abuse a dog?

To me then that person is not natural, not right in the head.

Both my Man and I have both said "The more we know about people the more we prefer our dogs."

Right now we are dogless....we've both said....we've got a lot of work we need to do around the house and yard....we cannot take on another dog for now.

But we both know when the right dog comes along it will find us and then we'll be arguing with that dog about hogging the bed or the couch, or it sitting in the front seat of the car and I' have to sit in the back.

But it will be a long time before that will happen....we just have to be patient.

Mean Kitty signing off for now and getting another cup of coffee.

I'm SICK!!!

And I'm not talkin' mentally Folks!

I have come down with something that acts like the cold, acts like the flue and gives you one hell of a sore throat. Am seeing my Doc today. But Dang!! the older I get the harder it is to stay well.

Now just a quick up date on yours truly.


I've been busy, work, home, work, home, work, home well you get the picture.

So much to do and not enough time to do it in.

My evil dog Ginger, has doggie dementia, well she is 15 years old, at least she remembers to eat and drink, even if she can't find her way out to do 1's and 2's, but we put up with it.

Have told my Hunka Burnin' Love that as much as we love dogs, we need to take a break after Evil dog passes on. We've got a few repairs that need to be done, and other things.

Now unless the right dog comes along, and its a situation that well you know.... that's different but I sincerely hope it's not for a while.

I've got junk that needs to be got rid of...donated, sold, given away or what ever, but being so cold and gettin' sick was not on our agenda, so we've got to start at the beginning.

We've made progress, but I really, Really want to get our stuff out of the storage unit, waste of money that.

And I'm going to be putting the paperwork together for my Tax preparer, I just hope I don't have to pay anything. Usually I don't have to.

Then I've got to do the paperwork for My Burnin' Love's Medical stuff. Just Looove that (she says snarkly).

I've been too sick to enjoy the sunny weather we've been having and now when I can finally get around they are predicting rain---don't that just beat all. Well can't do much more.

Gotta go, see the Doc, wish me well.

Mean Kitty out.

The first post of 2011

Hello Folks,

Today is my brother's "Bubba's" birthday---I'm not going to say how old he is but he is a little younger than me.

He doesn't want gifts and no time for birthday doin's, but I did swing by with a birthday card that I think will make him laugh.

Got to his house and he and the wife were taking down all the Christmas decorations---well of course it was time.

Traditionally one needs to take down the decorations by Epithany or the 12th day after Christmas. Some people call that Little Christmas or 3 Kings Day, according to myth (and I have to use the word "Myth") that is when the 3 wise guys came and honored baby Jesus.

Now of course if you look at the time line it seems that would have been a bit hard, because 3 days after Christmas is "Holy Innocents" Day to honor the slaughter of those children that were killed on the Order of King Herod. So you have Dec 25---Christmas, Dec.28---Holy Innoncents, then Jan 1---as when He was presented in the Temple, and then either Jan 6 or 7 when the 3 kings visited----so having Holy Innoncents day is out of sequence if Mary and Joseph had to get out of town to avoid having Jesus killed.

At least I use to think that was a bit wrong, but my Granny use to tell me that the Church choose that day to remind children and adults that not everyone and not every child has or had a wonderful life, so it was only right and fitting to remember the innocent who were slaughtered.

And considering how the world is going it makes even more sense now.

Well anyway it's Bubba's birthday, and he said that he and the wife were going to celebrate by taking down the decorations carefully and putting everything away carefully. Looking over what was still good and what had deterated, like the Christmas lights--those wires do get broken all the time.

To him it is more symbolic that the new year has started than New Year's Eve, which makes sense to me.

And as for new year's resolutions---I keep repeating the same one each year, to get better organized and try to enjoy myself, I'm getting there. Bit by Bit.

For some reason these Holidays, Christmas, New Years, Epithany, Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving are far more symbolic and important to me than Martin Luther King day, Presidents day, Memorial Day, 4th of July, Flag Day, Patriots Day, Cesar Chavez Day (has that one been created?).

Now why is that? Well look at the first set, those are days of getting together with family and friends of the celebration of life, and yeah religious in it's own way even if Thanksgiving was created by Presidential proclamation but it does have religious over tones.

But the other days are memorials for other reasons---and are more secular. I never remember any celebration that occured on those secular days, but I sure remember events that occured on the religious ones' because Family was involved.

And that's the difference.

Gotta go, paperwork to organize and bills to pay.

Mean Kitty signing off with pen and checkbook in hand.