My dog is my Valentine.
She is now considered officially "Geriatric" but her love of life and willingness to have adventures and go go go with me means that sometimes I wheel her around in her cart or carry her a while between walks.
A doggie- door in our residence means that she can go outside without waiting for me to come home to take her out, so I'm not sure if she actually pee's more often.
I was looking in her eyes to see for myself but was never sure if it was the lighting or cataracts. The vet says cataracts for sure.
Her hearing? I think she hears me just fine since she still seems to come to me when I call, especially when the words are food or treats.
She has lost teeth and there isn't much I can do about it since I can't afford to put her asleep for dental care.
She defends her food with louder sounding "puppy whelps" when another dog is in wait for it. I sounds like an alarm.
Her appetite, digestion, and poo-pooing seem to be in order; all dog owners watch for changes that might indicate trouble. So far this year no fleas. Last year she had fleas - not too bad. The year before it was a battle - just horrible - she was tearing out her hair. I do my best to give her good food but there have been some controversies about grain free food. To her kibble I'm adding wet and mushy - green beans - carrots - salmon - beef - people food without too much spice or too much salt - sometimes canned dog too.
I can't imagine life without her.
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Wednesday, February 12, 2020
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
GRADESCHOOL VALENTINES STILL BRING UP MEMORIES OF LITTLE GIRL CRUSHES
I was very lucky to have a mom who scrapbooked greeting cards I received as a child. These scrapbooks are mostly stored away but the kind of thing that you would want to run out with if you were warned to evacuate your home due to pending mudslide or fire.
Although in my grade school is was not mandatory for every child to give every other child in the class a Valentine, and nor do I think that should be mandated, it was exciting when it came time for the big box covered in wrapping paper with a mail slot in the top to be opened and the Valentine's distributed.
Though only 6 or 7 at the time, I knew there were one or two or three people I hoped I would get a Valentine from. Oh the art was too cute and so was the humor, but one flipped over the card to see if anything besides a signature had been written. Even the signature was so important!
These days I tend to think that Valentine's Day, as are many holidays, is overblown with materialism and have to's. I long for the days when a Valentine was precious and meant something special - that there was more sincerity involved.
Maybe this is because I recently reencountered an adult woman who I've always basically liked, but who I remember as being a bit over the top and at ease with telling people she loves them "very much." If actions speak louder than words, such effusive gushes of adoration must sub in for the fact that she rarely has time for most people. She is busy with work, and going out with her small inner circle after work, saving herself for big gatherings where she can encounter a lot of people, do some sharing, and make such declarations.
It's not that she dislikes you or is hiding hatred. It's just so insincere!
I think overall our society is encouraging us to blur liking someone into loving them.
Liking someone does not require you send them a Valentine!
P.S. I love my dog but am not baking her a Doggie Valentine Cupcake full of liver!
Although in my grade school is was not mandatory for every child to give every other child in the class a Valentine, and nor do I think that should be mandated, it was exciting when it came time for the big box covered in wrapping paper with a mail slot in the top to be opened and the Valentine's distributed.
Though only 6 or 7 at the time, I knew there were one or two or three people I hoped I would get a Valentine from. Oh the art was too cute and so was the humor, but one flipped over the card to see if anything besides a signature had been written. Even the signature was so important!
These days I tend to think that Valentine's Day, as are many holidays, is overblown with materialism and have to's. I long for the days when a Valentine was precious and meant something special - that there was more sincerity involved.
Maybe this is because I recently reencountered an adult woman who I've always basically liked, but who I remember as being a bit over the top and at ease with telling people she loves them "very much." If actions speak louder than words, such effusive gushes of adoration must sub in for the fact that she rarely has time for most people. She is busy with work, and going out with her small inner circle after work, saving herself for big gatherings where she can encounter a lot of people, do some sharing, and make such declarations.
It's not that she dislikes you or is hiding hatred. It's just so insincere!
I think overall our society is encouraging us to blur liking someone into loving them.
Liking someone does not require you send them a Valentine!
P.S. I love my dog but am not baking her a Doggie Valentine Cupcake full of liver!
Monday, March 3, 2014
I COULD KISS JUDY GUTH'S HUNGARIAN-AMERICAN FEET - SHE ONLY RENTS TO PEOPLE WITH PETS!
NORTH HOLLYWOOD PET LOVING LANDLORD STRIKES A CHORD full article including picture of Judy (where you can send good wishes, blessings, and love.)
Excerpt:
"I felt like Queen for a Day,” Judy Guth says, nailing the feeling exactly.
Last week’s column on this landlord who rents her North Hollywood apartments only to people with pets hit a nerve. More than 43,000 people from all over the country responded with a thumbs-up “like” online, and some 400 tweets and comments — with another hundred or so emailing after reading about Judy in their local paper.
All because the diminutive, soft-spoken 84-year-old Hungarian-born landlady has found in the 40 years she’s owned her 12-unit apartment building that people with pets make the best tenants...."
Excerpt:
"I felt like Queen for a Day,” Judy Guth says, nailing the feeling exactly.
Last week’s column on this landlord who rents her North Hollywood apartments only to people with pets hit a nerve. More than 43,000 people from all over the country responded with a thumbs-up “like” online, and some 400 tweets and comments — with another hundred or so emailing after reading about Judy in their local paper.
All because the diminutive, soft-spoken 84-year-old Hungarian-born landlady has found in the 40 years she’s owned her 12-unit apartment building that people with pets make the best tenants...."