tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44180674385860994312023-11-16T01:20:54.901-05:00Pugs and KneedlesPugs
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LifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-42021375704665962412010-04-16T17:09:00.002-04:002010-04-16T17:13:36.322-04:00Goodbye Sweet Sexy PennyToday the pug world is minus one beefy sexy pug. Sweet Penny has crossed the Rainbow Bridge and while we are grateful she is no longer suffering, we are so sad that she has left us and our hearts are broken for her mom, Dana. Go give <a href="http://beefypug.blogspot.com/">Dana</a> some pug love and comfort as she deals with this heartbreaking loss.<div><br /></div><div>So long sweet Penny. We never got to meet you, but we loved you. Hopefully our brother Woody met you at the Bridge and is sharing some whippey cream with you.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-5355624674391617282010-04-08T06:48:00.002-04:002010-04-08T06:57:31.605-04:00Yipppeee it is Thursday!Wow, all this hot weather is not only messing with my season mojo, but apparently it has messed with my ability to know what day of the week I'm in. All day at work yesterday I thought it was Tuesday.<div><br /></div><div>Yes, I am very happy to know that I am actually one day closer to the weekend than I thought, but wow, I lost a day somewhere. Sure hope I enjoyed that day - wherever it went.</div><div><br /></div><div>Knitting with the world's most miserable yarn continues. The cardigan is looking good and I think I will like it despite the fact that I have developed such a dislike for the yarn. I can't believe how much this wool sheds - little fibery dust everywhere. Since I am not a domestic goddess, this new layer of dust is adding to my angst.</div><div><br /></div><div>In all fairness, I probably really hate this yarn because I've spent way too much time knitting with Malabrigo and after you've used the dreamy, yummy, incredibly soft and wonderful Malabrigo, well, you just can't feel the love for anything else. And, yes, Malabrigo is that awesome. Go fondle some -- you'll never be the same.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the pug front -- they are fat and sassy and wonderful. Right now they have gone out for their morning constitutional, eaten breakfast, and are happily snoring away on their dog beds around me as I type. I hate leaving this peaceful snoring kingdom to go to work, but eating and living indoors factors greatly in their happiness so I must go earn those green papers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a fabulous Thursday all. Kiss your fur babies for me and enjoy the day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-28357781745517502512010-04-07T07:43:00.003-04:002010-04-07T07:50:48.478-04:00Never Knit with Yarn You HateOkay, I know better, yes, yes, yes, I know better and yet, I still did it. In a time long ago and far away I went on a yarn buying binge and ended up with 20 skeins of Debbie Bliss Aran Tweed. Now I love tweed and I love aran, but Debbie Bliss yarns -- not so much. So apparently in a fiber induced blackout I got the yarn ignoring the Debbie Bliss part. So it sat and sat and I muttered and mumbled. Then I saw the pattern Elsewhere on Ravelry and wanted to cast on immediately and had all that tweed and well . . . .<div><br /></div><div>So I'm working my way through the pattern which is fun but the yarn is absolutely annoying me. It is rough and dusty and full of knots and is interfering with my knitting bliss. But I have finished the back and half of the front and am too close to the finish line to give up so I keep going. I've learned not to knit it while wearing any dark clothing because it leaves a dusting of fiber bits in its wake -- you should see my laptop keyboard -- grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. </div><div><br /></div><div>All I'm saying at this point is better soften up with blocking or I am going to be one pissed off knitter.</div><div><br /></div><div>The worst part of this tale -- I have tons -- metric butt load tons of fabulous fiber I could have used for this project and yet, I did not. So there you have it. I have only myself to blame and I'm not even sure why I made this decision. Oh well. . . .</div><div><br /></div><div>On the pug front -- the weather has been hot and sunny. Bodhi loves it, Myoki and Ho-Tei not so much and my beloved Poppy is not much of an outside girl. It is the Maltese in her -- she prefers pillows and air conditioning and tasty treats served on a beautiful platter. Total princess.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, off to work so I can afford those pillows and platters. Have a great Wednesday all!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-50492271682721999262010-03-31T06:58:00.002-04:002010-03-31T07:06:19.788-04:00Mud SeasonThe pugs are enjoying the higher temps and the chance to play in the yard and mud. Why is it that dogs that don't like water think that mud is just more fun than pugs should be allowed to have? They run and kick and tumble and wrestle and get filthy and are the happiest creatures on the planet. I'm a sucker for a pug smile so naturally I encourage them to have big pug fun.<div><br /></div><div>So the evenings are filled with frolicking and pug cleaning. Yeah, they hate the cleaning part. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've pretty much decided that planting anything in the yard would be futile. Bodhi is such a wild child and his zoomies leave plant destruction in his wake. Besides, the yard isn't that big and I'd rather have a play area for the pugs than a garden. Why yes my dogs do have my wrapped around their little puggy paws. Speaking of which -- sniff, sniff, misssssssst. Have you noticed? They sniff two times and then snort or as I call it mist. Cracks me up. Best facial in the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Wednesday all!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-9985692519500023792010-02-24T18:49:00.003-05:002010-02-24T19:06:02.298-05:00Crap - I lost a weekWhere did last week go? Did I do anything fun? Who knows -- it just whooshed by. I can tell you that I DID NOT clean my house. I am barely domesticated -- basically I am potty trained, can dress myself and know how to push the button on the coffee maker and microwave -- what else could you possibly want??? Oh, yeah, I also do laundry but only when I am out of underwear -- that's the rule.<div><br /></div><div>So I've been working and studying and working and studying --- see, nothing exciting.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, wait, there was excitement -- yesterday morning the streets, sidewalks and Stairway of Death were all covered in ice!!! Surely there is a place on the Olympic Ice Dancing team for me after yesterday morning's performance. Honestly, who knew that short, fat, old ladies were capable of doing the splits -- okay, getting up was not pretty or graceful and yeah, my pride and inner thighs were both "hurt," but there was no time for wallowing in self-pity because I still had to climb Mt. Everest aka the steps that will be the death of me yet. The thrill of climbing a bazillion steps was increased ten-fold by the fact that each and every one of those metal death steps was covered in ICE. I am pretty certain that anyone watching my progress would have been convinced that I was having some sort of seizure -- each step highlighted with a string of profanities and my feet and arms flailing. The fact that I was gasping for air and wheezing (I'm telling you, they add more steps every night -- okay, they don't, but it really feels like they do) just added to the scene. I think I can bring a new "take" on ice dancing. LOL!</div><div><br /></div><div>The pugs aren't all that fond of ice, although they look much cuter sliding around on it than I do. They are all getting cabin fever, but none of them wants to go for a long walk until the sidewalks are free of the dreaded ice/snow/mud/water stuff. Going to be a long end of winter at this rate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I need to go eat some ice cream. Gotta keep my strength up for my daily battle with the Stairs of Death.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Wednesday.</div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, <a href="http://pugmoon.blogspot.com/">Bandit</a> is recovering at home, having done very well with his recent surgery. If you get a chance, go check out his new sweater made by <a href="http://pugnotes.blogspot.com/">Emmitt's Mom, Melissa</a>. Give them both some love cuz Pug folks ROCK!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-91677840522671125832010-02-16T20:40:00.003-05:002010-02-16T20:52:31.457-05:00TuesdayFirst things -- I got my hair cut!!! Yep. All chopped off -- super short and I am super dooper happy about it. It has been too long with too much hair. I completely forgot the pleasure that is the pixie cut. Of course that meant I had to find my itty bitty tiny silver hoop earrings and now my glasses look yucky. Sigh! Reinventing yourself gets costly.<div><br /></div><div>Weather-wise -- still snowing. The pugs are not pleased. Adding to the angst, Ho-Tei's knee cap slipped out of place and so he had some hobbling and whining and now has drugs to make it all better. Poor sweet baby! Bodhi is about to spontaneously combust -- he has cabin fever in the worst way. He has been zooming up and down the driveway, but it is not enough to burn off the rocket fuel he apparently has pumping through his veins. I've been tempted to take him to the stairway to hell aka the transit entrance to zoom up and down those bazillion steps I hike every day. My luck -- he wouldn't even be a bit winded. The energy of youth is so wasted on the young!</div><div><br /></div><div>Knitting -- working on a pair of crazy monkey socks, a top down raglan, a cabled scarf and Imogen jacket. Yeah -- none of them are getting done. Talk about attention deficit disorder in knitting. Sigh!</div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow is <a href="http://pugmoon.blogspot.com/">Bandit's</a> surgery -- so everybody send warm, healing, loving thoughts to him and his momma, Paula. We hope he comes through with flying colors. He is quite the handsome pug and we are all hoping he get better soon. Stop by and give him and his momma some pug love.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pug Hugs to you all.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-79224545259332326452010-02-14T07:12:00.004-05:002010-02-14T07:24:19.515-05:00What Happened to Saturday?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnaqq7095YTyvlhk5aSPl6zRRZHMRm9YnHd_yMXKGkUDHfZN53zND-i2sX4JrcWYri7EhdKU9BE3h3ddtKFjh7cwCqbYNKacZ-c4j2AJ-P9ST6djIwoPm4HgQOCFEhMxDW9psZZWztADi/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnaqq7095YTyvlhk5aSPl6zRRZHMRm9YnHd_yMXKGkUDHfZN53zND-i2sX4JrcWYri7EhdKU9BE3h3ddtKFjh7cwCqbYNKacZ-c4j2AJ-P9ST6djIwoPm4HgQOCFEhMxDW9psZZWztADi/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438073398794064402" /></a><br />Whoa, I woke up and it is Sunday -- what happened to Saturday? I have snippets of it, but how could those snippets be a whole day? And, really, why don't work days go that fast? Just askin. . .<div><br /></div><div>Today is Bodhi's Gotcha Day. One year ago today he boinged into my home and heart. What a treasure and gift. He is also a handful, but then that is part of his charm. Amazing isn't it -- if a human behaved this way, I'd run the other way, but if it is a pug, I'm all "oooooooooo lookie how cute." </div><div><br /></div><div>I have successfully avoided doing my homework and it is now the deadline so this will be short because I have a metric buttload of homework to do before midnight. I have only myself to blame -- I don't mind. Rest assured, I didn't do housework while avoiding homework. Oh no, that would so not be my style. I napped and knitted and tried to watch the Olympics.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of the Olympics -- some nice knitwear sported by the American Team during the opening ceremony and how sad that Norway was not sporting knitwear. Sigh! </div><div><br /></div><div>I enjoy the Olympics but I loathe the NBC hosts -- talking heads -- whatever. Half the time they sound like they are drunk or stoned. So I turn off the sound -- plop on some happy tunes -- and watch it to good music and no mumbling, bumbling heads. (Personally, I think they all have had one too many Botox injections -- men using Botox is just so wrong. They look even more stupid than --- well, as stupid as the women who have pumped themselves into paralyzed surprised expressions (think Bruce Jenner/Joan Rivers -- but don't think about them too long because that will cause nightmares the like of which you don't ever want to encounter -- trust me on this.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that is enough babbling for a Sunday morning. I need more coffee and then off to find where my books are hiding so I can conquer the work before the deadline. Have a very Happy Valentine's Day everyone. Pug snorts and kisses to you all.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-91065052749427861122010-02-12T06:49:00.002-05:002010-02-12T06:56:04.311-05:00Friday Friday Friday -- Oh Yeah Friday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6muTGNoUjEArMbVnq1FtAiU-915unwcceGOIcS6F6HCptUL4FBUAfV4Vd8agzWiRQwZMk93Bz_3JaoiSE7-sLhVTqVl_DUmkMwNGZqYc5J9fbQMQYvIY5t1o8W7HGDtc7M3V4H4mu86Mf/s1600-h/myoki.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6muTGNoUjEArMbVnq1FtAiU-915unwcceGOIcS6F6HCptUL4FBUAfV4Vd8agzWiRQwZMk93Bz_3JaoiSE7-sLhVTqVl_DUmkMwNGZqYc5J9fbQMQYvIY5t1o8W7HGDtc7M3V4H4mu86Mf/s320/myoki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437323107629997874" /></a>Friday at last! Oh Friday I thought you would never get here. Why am I so excited? Do I have special plans for the weekend -- not so much. But it is a weekend. That means coffee and knitting and pug cuddling and ignoring the sorry state of the house (I am really good at this one) and more pug cuddling and long hours spent in my pjs and walking the pugs in my pjs (aren't you glad you don't live by me?) and well, yeah, homework, but mostly hanging out with the pugs and just vegging out. Yeppers, it is the weekend!!!!!<div><br /></div><div>I would do a happy dance, but it is not yet 7:00 a.m., I am still trying to get some coffee in me while I dash around getting ready for work. But, you say, you are writing your blog -- true -- I specialize in finding ways to delay the inevitable work day.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, alas, dear friends, I must put on the dreaded suit of work and trudge out into the bitter cold to earn the green papers for the all important dog food. I'll be back later. Until then, do a happy dance cuz its Friday for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ta ta!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-70539618834684616962010-02-11T18:08:00.002-05:002010-02-11T18:18:36.495-05:00Bodhi is Da Doooooooooood<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Another day complete -- whew! <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Tonight, while the dogs were out in the back creating yellow snow masterpieces, Bodhi could stand it no longer. He had HAD to get to the fence and he didn't care that the snow was over his head. He would not be denied. First he ran up and down the very short driveway, working up his nerve and then he flung himself over the snow drift into the backyard. A couple of circles around the swing and then the tree and then zooooooooooooom right out to the driveway. The entire time all you could see was a couple of bouncing black ears and lots of snow moving. It was sweet. Once he reached the safety of the driveway, he proceeded to strut up and down proclaiming himself master of the backyard.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was quite impressed, but the rest of the posse looked at him like he was completely out of his mind. They then realized that they were outside, in the snow, and cold, and commanded me to let them in the house and get their dinner NOW.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So, I did. As for me, I'm enjoying a pint of Moose Tracks ice cream for dinner. Got to keep up my strength for the thunder thigh hike to the rapid tomorrow. Nite nite all.</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-5917226310069745832010-02-10T17:51:00.002-05:002010-02-10T18:16:11.694-05:00Snow and Inappropriate PeeingIn full disclosure, winter does not bother me. I always run warm, I am a knitter who loves to knit in wool and winter lends itself beautifully to both of these. The snow we were predicted to get last night came this morning and through the day. Being the adventurous (and cheap) soul, I take public transportation and to get there is about a half mile hike. I should also disclose that I am 52 and Fluffy. Combine that with deep snow drifts, covering ice patches and well, let's just say, I was a vision on my way to work this morning.<div><br /></div><div>After battling the elements, I then have to climb Mt. Everest aka the temporary mountain of steps to the rapid platform because the station is under construction. Oh yes, they are metal steps -- nice icy metal steps. I get my old self up and across and down those steps by repeating the mantra "thighs butt thighs butt" in the delusion that when I finally reach the platform I will miraculously have become a size 1 -- hey, it gets me up the steps and that's what counts. Fortunately, the agony of my muscles and my lungs prevents me from being disappointed that I am still fat and out of shape when I reach the platform.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, I must repeat this to get home and remember -- it snowed all day. Yeah, another vision of loveliness, slogging through drifts, muttering and swearing. Hey, I have four dogs, my neighbors already know I'm nuts, so I feel no need to put up a facade of normality. They have dealt with it all these years and why change now? Oh wait, I forgot to add that there was also big blustery winds whipping the snow about and blasting me in the face -- hence the muttering and swearing reaching an abnormally high pitch. Thighs butt, thigh, butt, -- keep repeating, keep walking, swear a lot, repeat. </div><div><br /></div><div>Finally I'm home where it is a toasty 56 degrees (yes, the furnace and I are still fighting and no, I have not called a repair person because that would just be too damn logical and take all the adventure out of the experience.) Joyously awaiting my arrival are the pups. Dancing, squealing, jumping -- it is always a glorious welcome and one that makes me walk a little faster to get here.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, after the joy comes the potty time IN THE SNOW that has been falling ALL DAY and OH MY GOD MOM IT IS OVER OUR HEADS and how could you expect us to make yellow snow when we are FREEZING AND GETTING SNOW COVERED AND YOU SUCK AS A MOM!!! Myoki led the prison break by banging against the gate and squealing at the top of his lungs. The rest of the gang thought this was a most excellent idea and joined him. My favorite part -- Myoki was soooooooo upset he pooped while squealing. He then turned around and looked completely surprised like "wow, where did that come from?"</div><div><br /></div><div>They all burst through the gate and ran to the door -- banging on the door to be let in RIGHT NOW OR WE WILL DIE!!!! They would have been pissed, except it was dinner time and I am the only one with opposable thumbs. Yeah, makes me very popular twice a day. Just to be certain, Myoki was still angry and so once he had finished his dinner, he looked me in the eye, cocked his leg and peed in his food bowl. My disbelief paralyzed me long enough for Bodhi to think this was a fabulous idea and peed in Myoki's bowl too.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've washed the food bowls, taken a couple of Advil to kill the throbbing in my knee, thighs, hip and back and now, I'm going to have some wine for dinner because I deserve it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Hump Day!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-25631219571168250782010-02-09T17:28:00.003-05:002010-02-09T18:17:26.930-05:00OK We made yellow snow, now let's go IN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB64bHufy3wKwut8toTvcl9PQcEP7Btdgz-7ceZqv82tudfn1ZWuP6DRUOi9uRM74Cs_fz1LkUgfDvGEDPuUwyvm1mFc-9-MSRpdtyF2-B_G6U4bzu6yolnPXRLnkiMI8Dv30bywMp58mY/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB64bHufy3wKwut8toTvcl9PQcEP7Btdgz-7ceZqv82tudfn1ZWuP6DRUOi9uRM74Cs_fz1LkUgfDvGEDPuUwyvm1mFc-9-MSRpdtyF2-B_G6U4bzu6yolnPXRLnkiMI8Dv30bywMp58mY/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436374764040149618" /></a>Yes, it is snowing again and the pups are not amused.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyG8OYH5HZffOjPvYcSZ2NfYKV40B0X-Q3CwfdubFU-7ja_2Blv-FriQui9bfragHt3l5Um73Z7RtKqZzwP7-qh4FKIR6WjOi9yEFWVxUkq6s6HMXfk_WOr_9I4qEXNGKwWbqGJbDHX3A/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyG8OYH5HZffOjPvYcSZ2NfYKV40B0X-Q3CwfdubFU-7ja_2Blv-FriQui9bfragHt3l5Um73Z7RtKqZzwP7-qh4FKIR6WjOi9yEFWVxUkq6s6HMXfk_WOr_9I4qEXNGKwWbqGJbDHX3A/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436374757039205010" /></a>Oh look, Poppy's paws are touching the ground! That won't last long!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BfqOdvETqssgzIYhswd7umxG9r2tOoS8FtpUYWhQ_PGwvTWouzDYYNxPWAzUiBHefjEQCdTrpP-pWzebnTenzfLy8gpL_Dw6BJ_apSjZxe5iA0eWuHrhgoNVYy-GHcNO3WGYptEEq1SZ/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BfqOdvETqssgzIYhswd7umxG9r2tOoS8FtpUYWhQ_PGwvTWouzDYYNxPWAzUiBHefjEQCdTrpP-pWzebnTenzfLy8gpL_Dw6BJ_apSjZxe5iA0eWuHrhgoNVYy-GHcNO3WGYptEEq1SZ/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436374750296437474" /></a>And Bodhi Boing Boing Butt is trying to work out how to get to the fence through the deep snow. He finally surrendered, went to the gate and called me a nasty name.<div><br /></div><div>Another snow storm is blowing across us and the pugs are worried that their crazy mom is going to force them out to make yellow snow, no matter how deep the snow is. They have a right to be worried -- Only I have indoor facilities.</div><div><br /></div><div>Other than more snow, slick streets, a furnace sensor that is on the fritz, a bathroom sink that is draining sloooooooooooooooooowly and several calls from the nursing home that my mother has fallen, but she is okay and oh, yeah, they need to do some tests because she has had a sudden change in temperament -- yeah, other than that it has been a normal day. At least it is not Monday -- now that would suck!</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, enough whining, time feed the pups their supper, do some homework and dishes and get them ready for yet another visit to the winter wonderland that is their potty ground. Good times, nothing but good times.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Tuesday.</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. I just opened my mail and in it was a reminder from my doc that I am over due for a colon test and hey, they conveniently included everything for me to send them a sample. You know, that really is a perfect cap for the day -- poop tests. Geez, not only has the day been rather sucky, but now I get the reminder that oh yeah, old lady, poop on the stick time! Heh -- think I'll send them some of the pug poop. See what they do with that!!!!! </div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-7340128575570906962010-02-06T06:29:00.005-05:002010-02-06T06:48:31.548-05:00Snowy Saturday and Highly Irritated PugsWhoa! The pug wake up alarm was relentless at 6:15 a.m., despite the fact that it is <i>Saturday</i>. But, they got pay back big time when I opened the door to begin our morning jaunt. The wind grabbed the outer door and flung it wide open, simultaneously blasting all of us in the face with snow. A quick scan of the step revealed it was buried somewhere under a giant drift. For those of you who do not share home and hearth with pugs, I will explain that cold, windy, wet, huge piles of snow you have to walk through are not pugs' favorite things. <div><br /></div><div>I imagine my neighbor wishes he had a camera to videotape the joke that was my attempt to get the dogs out the door this morning. While I stood outside the door in a giant snow drift -- wayyyyyyy higher than my boots -- the dogs all stood inside the door pulling away from the dreaded snow. Pulling, treats, conjoling, ordering, picking up and bringing outside all failed. Finally, I got smart and got behind them in the hallway closing the door behind as I shuffled forward forcing the entire group into the SNOW. Did you know that pugs can have a rather "colorful" vocabulary when you force them to do something they don't want to do. Oh yes, at 6:15 a.m. I was cussed out by 3 pugs. I'm sure they said awful things to and about me. No doubt at all. And if looks could kill -- well I'm deader than dead.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once outside they all <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">immediately</span> peed, pooped and fought their way to the door, screaming at me the entire time. Never have I seen such a rapid taking care of business. Back inside they shook off the snow, demanded breakfast, made sure I recognized that they were insanely irritated with me and therefore blatantly ignoring me, and are currently snoring in front of the heater. My job as pug waitperson is completed for a few hours, but I must admit that I am dreading our next bathroom break. Good thing I'm head over heels in love with these little stinkers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and Poppy, well Poppy is a total princess and must be carried outside to do her business. Since the snow was over her head, she hates me too. But she also took care of business rapidly and then back into the momma's arms. I think the pugs are mad at her too since she gets carried and always takes the most comfy, warmest spot in the knitting room to snooze. She is there now, daintily snoozing away in her sweet green fleece dress and blissfully ignoring the pissed off pugs. I should take notes and learn from her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I need another cuppa joe and to get to the books. Just had to share the antics of the pug posse and the snow of February 2010. Stay warm, love your fur babies and do something you love.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-82419764960707397882010-02-05T22:20:00.003-05:002010-02-05T22:37:03.976-05:00I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Again<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well, it has been way too long and so many things have happened. First, Emperor Woo has left us to be an angel.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKULCznrpt9Y5Lc9ujHZ9kywc6u_EjNgLKVYrqMAqg7c15UN61K4oNWItXfAcwBeU0fjPeoEZXaWE4pr5vHhOz9uJ9t2tkMoB3hdL0JhNrILTTqb6NsWbmSbha48aFTxRcw5ji6B-oNOau/s320/Woody" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434967289651857554" />He is over the rainbow bridge with his original humom and I hope they are happily reunited. I was blessed to have him these last two years and he has left a huge hole in my heart that has yet to fill.</span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_An9wOMNqvm3zpGBJIIXV_rQMtiWSXmoXOP_UinWLYGqADcH9zWRUwgkxetbl9Cw1_cx_g6nzChBO5gBd9Pe88gf083pYK89RNCSqpiwhMsWYY7lw5iWQC0Dx9LmBNwH3x4_UG-1wMsMF/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434967298911472402" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Bodhi Boing Boing Butt has become a very active and loved part of the pack. We will be celebrating his Gotcha day on February 14th. Hard to believe he has only been with me a year -- it feels like he has always been a part of my life. He is silly and loving and just a bundle of fun. Thank you, Maureen, for choosing me to be his furever home. He has brought so much love and joy into the house. Hotei and Myoki love playing chase with him in the yard. AS you can see from the photo, he has also become the favorite pillow for Kali, my 16 year old cat. She waits till he falls asleep and then curls up on his back. It is too precious.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I've been working on my knitting. There are lots of projects on the needles, but so far no finished projects. Oops, there is one finished project . A shawlette in the yummy Soki yarn by Prism in a beautiful periwinkle. I can't decide whether to keep it or give it as a gift. Only time will tell.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;">Well, off to cuddle some pugs (and the honorary pug) and do some knitting. Hope everyone has a great weekend.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;">Kiss your fur babies and hold them close. They are never with us long enough and we should not take one minute for granted.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-27929199740810811302009-09-19T06:40:00.004-04:002009-09-19T06:47:52.145-04:00Puppy BreathSince Mommy is such a lousy blogger, we have decided to take over the blog! Meet our 2 newest buddies -- Calvin and Hobbes. . . .<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xZfTWoX9hg2E-NF5b6WIFUUYCYSuVzw_FfEdX0dhtYNcMlq6_S8ujHv12cDgIgjFCodaa5IQyrCEeWizvqmvTG0rm485kW_0RXjOzzPTOQd_vE1mBi2ZEQHe3ipuz3GQVDFHSkv0ap9s/s1600-h/rubybwboy1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xZfTWoX9hg2E-NF5b6WIFUUYCYSuVzw_FfEdX0dhtYNcMlq6_S8ujHv12cDgIgjFCodaa5IQyrCEeWizvqmvTG0rm485kW_0RXjOzzPTOQd_vE1mBi2ZEQHe3ipuz3GQVDFHSkv0ap9s/s320/rubybwboy1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383127036061154562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHUli4uoQ8BW0I308fp9LgZt5pPlux7SOaecgAvr4RnNNSYs8IqJiK63K2w2bPUhmdAsfAUBE4bl8M8rjVXI2BxzL8nWtaPCR2ZYqZ6PvfvazWhajK7jHa2ErbxTZtD4Ynl93eO6C1CLT/s1600-h/rubybmboy.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHUli4uoQ8BW0I308fp9LgZt5pPlux7SOaecgAvr4RnNNSYs8IqJiK63K2w2bPUhmdAsfAUBE4bl8M8rjVXI2BxzL8nWtaPCR2ZYqZ6PvfvazWhajK7jHa2ErbxTZtD4Ynl93eO6C1CLT/s320/rubybmboy.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383127029331055522" /></a><br /><div>They are still with their mom right now, but in a couple of weeks they will be going to live with mommy's friend. We are all very excited cuz we are pretty sure we are going to get to go visit and play, play, play. We love to play, well, all of us 'cept Woody cuz he's 13 and grumpy.</div><div><br /></div><div>The mom lady has not been very generous with the treats lately and we are all getting grumpy like Woody. Hopefully she'll get off her butt this weekend and make us some delicious salmon fudge treats. It is the least she could do since we have spent an exhausting week sleeping, shedding and snoring. Oh and we also spent lots of time snuggling with the mom lady to keep her from her knitting. See, we totally deserve lots and lots of treats.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well puggy and honorary puggy friends, have a great weekend and we hope your mom ladies give you lots and lots of treats. Happy Saturday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ho-Tei, Myoki, Woody, Bodhi and Poppy (the honorary pug)</div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-15420039663180668522009-08-31T06:31:00.003-04:002009-08-31T06:35:01.390-04:00Yeah for FallI love, love, love Fall and this morning, with the temp at 48, it sure feels like my favorite time of year. The pugs are happy (they hate the heat) and I am enjoying our walks and my knitting more than ever. <div><br /></div><div>Today I return to work from my staycation. It will be so hard to leave the babies -- they are fabulous company. I'm sure the day will go by fast and I'll be home to them soon.<div><br /></div><div>No photos this morning -- too lazy to find my phone. But I'll leave you with my new favorite thing: Peets Coffee with World Market's Mexican Drinking Chocolate. Yummmmmmmm.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, off to prepare for work. I think I need another of those yummy coffees before I go. Have a great Monday all!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-65778003322279080412009-08-30T07:37:00.002-04:002009-08-30T07:41:25.353-04:00Sunday MorningsThis is what fills my soul. Happy Sunday everyone. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQS51EF-ljq2Ugoy3db7DUcZbwGB7NJFWrrwa76nHgZpYbE-nEkB0IzY3EWaGckbhW_tCS_RxJSsIgZw3E3daUzJL735gTZxbhOQb-as02OVRMcS-cOJb71dpUHgLKd_t1AU88SP2_sxj/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQS51EF-ljq2Ugoy3db7DUcZbwGB7NJFWrrwa76nHgZpYbE-nEkB0IzY3EWaGckbhW_tCS_RxJSsIgZw3E3daUzJL735gTZxbhOQb-as02OVRMcS-cOJb71dpUHgLKd_t1AU88SP2_sxj/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375720023862564818" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-5462923650944537452009-08-29T08:39:00.002-04:002009-08-29T08:43:53.023-04:00Pugs Make it All Better<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWEhpHMRucxyF1KR2mNkJl4dq10DLPOEmRkz-mfvM3qnIFt_Rmu-zpmRKungj7PX8fV4Lu-Ja5eS_z4UBuSWIoUEvRnASYeDF_0ibhDG6NDWQJfHqBfUCdI-yZcIQUOv7Pxx4udjHzvtwp/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWEhpHMRucxyF1KR2mNkJl4dq10DLPOEmRkz-mfvM3qnIFt_Rmu-zpmRKungj7PX8fV4Lu-Ja5eS_z4UBuSWIoUEvRnASYeDF_0ibhDG6NDWQJfHqBfUCdI-yZcIQUOv7Pxx4udjHzvtwp/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375365073243557842" /></a>Isn't that a lovely sock? Yet, what is that little orange marker near the toe. Why yes, it is a dropped stitch discovered after the sock was "finished." I really hate when that happens. So, while pouting and pitching a bit of a hissy, Bodhi Boing Boing Butt did what he does best:<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdNnWkf_R8XWsRRekHkxQ9ry0DyG_M2UTM-X0SkiiiXQWp7dG4cPxM8FfS8ZUhQHqgeZly_gvlaaEnlNk72ETW0nbfh2kA4983fERrNn0zv38F2VNH9sUmjvaXOkRj-_tjhZ8Kw4N-RFn/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdNnWkf_R8XWsRRekHkxQ9ry0DyG_M2UTM-X0SkiiiXQWp7dG4cPxM8FfS8ZUhQHqgeZly_gvlaaEnlNk72ETW0nbfh2kA4983fERrNn0zv38F2VNH9sUmjvaXOkRj-_tjhZ8Kw4N-RFn/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375365061260340914" /></a>He made me smile. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-3019746082979114742009-07-25T07:25:00.006-04:002009-07-25T07:44:14.129-04:00Stop Me From Casting On - PLEASEI don' know what's wrong with me, but I can't stop casting on new projects. Let's take a bit of inventory shall we? <div><br /></div><div>On the needles:<div>1. Featherweight Cardigan</div><div>2. Elsewhere Cardigan</div><div>3. Amelia Cardigan (anyone seeing a pattern here?????)</div><div>4. 2nd Circle Sock</div><div>5. First Spring Forward Sock</div><div>6. Ishbel Scarf/Shawl</div><div>7. Emma's Paris Shawl</div><div>8. 2nd Sock Hop sock</div><div>9. Lavalette Shawl</div><div>10. Milkweed Shawl</div><div><br /></div><div>and these are just the ones that are out where I can see them. Who knows how many are tucked in the many knitting bags in closets and in the basement and in the dormer and . . . . </div><div><br /></div><div>Hi, I am a knitaholic -- whatever. . .</div><div><br /></div><div>Ooooooooooom the new Vogue Knitting arrived in the mail and now I want to cast on a couple of amazing hats and. . . .</div><div><br /></div><div>Yep, a little ADD going on in the knitting realm here. I've been pretty good about stash diving to start all these projects, but you know, I really should try to finish some of these. Of course, the fact that I am built for comfort and not for speed means that the cardigans are of ginormous proportions and take FOREVER to even work a row. Yes I know if I knit in pieces it would not seem so daunting but then I would have to sew those pieces together and let's just say -- not going to happen. So I knit and purl and knit and purl and . . .you get the picture. Wait until I decide I need to knit some Christmas gifts. Hehehehe. Well, I won't get that cast on bug until December so I have a few month to play with my stash and cast on more stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div>In my defense, I am totally a process knitter. I love the stitches, the patterns, the yarn, and watching everything come together and then I see another pattern, an interesting stitch, an amazing yarn and off I go to process knit some more. When (and if) I finish something, I am always disappointed because the knitting is done. So that is why I have lots of in progress projects. It is all about the process.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the pugger front, they are all snoring away right now. Each has a bed/pillow or pile of toys to call their own and are curled up, snoozing and looking way too cute. So cute in fact, I must go kiss each and every one of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Saturday everyone. Keep sending <a href="http://walterthepug.blogspot.com/">Walter</a> healing thoughts. He came through his surgery with flying colors and is now on the long road to recovery. His mom could use some web hugs as well. She has been through so much during this time, so send them both some pug love if you get a chance.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-92007882355531630442009-07-18T09:27:00.003-04:002009-07-18T09:35:47.468-04:00Some Knitting GoodiesLet's begin this with yarny goodness, shall we?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmN4gUALADADNsbPA4HI-djWghOew_gqT0mDWrZ_p78Q87AIKdaYYV9-pzRH10cXwGGwb8b7VA0biC0CuL7y0RZ0KiWj-UamB7_oV_9B3WO1C_th5EH3KLtA-MwqGla-yRBqV6-XsW3yUV/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmN4gUALADADNsbPA4HI-djWghOew_gqT0mDWrZ_p78Q87AIKdaYYV9-pzRH10cXwGGwb8b7VA0biC0CuL7y0RZ0KiWj-UamB7_oV_9B3WO1C_th5EH3KLtA-MwqGla-yRBqV6-XsW3yUV/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359791943678677874" /></a>Isn' that a lovely hank o'sock yarny goodness? I can't wait to wind it into a yarny cake and get it cast on. I am thinking I'll do Ysolda's little scarf in this yummy yarn since it is almost too beautiful to make into socks. We'll see. It will tell me what it wants to be when I wind it up. I'll keep you posted.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z77MvaNDmrc/SmHOX1pDdGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-htWQtxREHM/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z77MvaNDmrc/SmHOX1pDdGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-htWQtxREHM/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359791940479186018" /></a>Also added a great book to the knitting library. Knitted gifts is fully of wonderful patterns and who knows, I might actually start my holiday knitting before December -- or maybe not. At least I'll have some great ideas.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKO5ILffnvLVAh2ceijxJssaIqHwXkpdV33vGnKb3T8ab9Mv8eQWlmI1NswXr9M3HNPVWt-0lkX_XyCA4_5eLlfPQzGHGAkiTiXtiXnNPDc2OCJkrNUIs9Ye3o8fCxEstdrYwYlQQ0dkCx/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKO5ILffnvLVAh2ceijxJssaIqHwXkpdV33vGnKb3T8ab9Mv8eQWlmI1NswXr9M3HNPVWt-0lkX_XyCA4_5eLlfPQzGHGAkiTiXtiXnNPDc2OCJkrNUIs9Ye3o8fCxEstdrYwYlQQ0dkCx/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359791935876710946" /></a>This lovely little sockie is Spring Forward from Knitty in Malabrigo. It is such a fun pattern to knit and the yarn, oh the yarn, just a true pleasure. It has been keeping me well entertained and occupied. Got to love that in a project.</div><div><br /></div><div>The shawl continues, but I admit I've been at it long enough that the honeymoon is over and I am getting a wee bit bored. No worries, I'll slog through. I'm almost done, I can't give up to my ADA now -- hehehehe.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is a bit chilly and rainy here today -- my favorite kind of weather. The pugs are all around me snoring and life is good. Mom continues to improve and I am hopeful that next week will be a much better one. If not, well, I've had lots of practice getting through rough weeks, so no biggie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a great Saturday, enjoy your fur babies and fondle your knitting.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-3262177135280239752009-07-17T06:52:00.005-04:002009-07-17T07:05:37.931-04:00Friday FinallyAmazingly, with all that has been happening recently, there has been knitting. I've been working on a shawl in Fleece Artist something or other (who knows where the ball band is) and it is coming along nicely. When finished, I will probably give this to mom, since she keeps telling me that it is her shawl. The older she gets, the more child-like.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cibQiV-8GkM0irLeeAGaotdI4woyM7bhwu72MCI8xCqoLxHKyR8w6tXLML5gdz0gDHTkZ6i0CHVBU_6H5DfzLSfp3NOgmO41q7XYBXSb7_DjMJx_KLL78DzVLHgkbMmg3FEDzdCs6unf/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cibQiV-8GkM0irLeeAGaotdI4woyM7bhwu72MCI8xCqoLxHKyR8w6tXLML5gdz0gDHTkZ6i0CHVBU_6H5DfzLSfp3NOgmO41q7XYBXSb7_DjMJx_KLL78DzVLHgkbMmg3FEDzdCs6unf/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359380958032639858" /></a><br /><div>Also on the needles are the Spring Forward Socks in Malabrigo sock, whisper cardigan in Koigu (this one will take FOREVER!). I also have a couple of single socks just begging for mates and a ginormous pile of yarn enticing me to cast on yet another project.</div><div><br /></div><div>The pugs are cute, cute, cute. They have been sweet and loving and, of course, really silly. There is something about those smooshed faces that just make you smile.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today mom is having surgery. They found a blood clot in her left leg and so are doing surgery to install a filter to prevent the clot from moving up to her heart or brain. The nurses at St. John's Westshore have been AMAZING and WONDERFUL. They are so sweet and patient with mom (who can be a real handful). They finally got all the blood out of her hair and she is looking less like an extra from the Texas Chainsaw massacre and more like herself.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have also been looking at nursing homes closer to my house since I'm not sure I will keep her at her current facility. It is all up in the air right now, but they tell me that it is better if I am going to relocate her, that I do it from the hospital instead of letting her return to her current facility and then moving her out. Less confusing/disruptive. Before I make any decisions, I am going to meet with the administrator and see if I can get some of this straightened out. Good times.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, back to the hospital. Have a great weekend and happy knitting!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-20114700640074746052009-07-15T06:59:00.004-04:002009-07-15T07:07:28.463-04:00Why is it only Wednesday?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPp1JClriNG-_TQXLOzvd2cPOm83Zkpp2rvDQAIAr1fDqMnE_lNGyg8AkQs1TYA_mUI_omRlHwg-_kRuDCg2hrFwfbNNNlDBB0VFOF3LR0V5jxQ7f7Nfb9sxtmaugqoVgIJY1CMNIlgFM/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPp1JClriNG-_TQXLOzvd2cPOm83Zkpp2rvDQAIAr1fDqMnE_lNGyg8AkQs1TYA_mUI_omRlHwg-_kRuDCg2hrFwfbNNNlDBB0VFOF3LR0V5jxQ7f7Nfb9sxtmaugqoVgIJY1CMNIlgFM/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358641702829027474" /></a><br />We want it to be Friday. Really. Sigh. Some weeks take forever and this is one of those weeks. One of our dearest doggie friends, Holly the standard poodle, went over the rainbow bridge last night. She lived a long and wonderful life, but we miss having her presence here on earth. Sigh.<div><br /></div><div>That said, Grandma is not doing very well and mommy is sad AND Woody is declining. His old back injury has flaired up and he is having a hard time walking. Mommy is very sad about all of this and try as we might, we have not been able to cheer her up. </div><div><br /></div><div>On happier notes, mommy stayed home yesterday and we got to play in the yard and chase each other round and round the big tree! Bodhi is very fast, but sometimes we trick him and double back on him. Hehehehehe.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are some kitties that live behind us and they like to sit on the other side of the fence and tease us. Myoki is plotting to get through the fence so he can introduce himself properly. Mommy is always coming up with new and inventive ways to keep him from digging under the fence. It is good to keep mommy occupied so she is not so sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I'd better sign off before mommy finds out I've been on the computer. Besides, I think I hear the treat can. Hope you all have a great Wednesday. </div><div><br /></div><div>Snuggles and snorts, Ho-Tei</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-43499241541458863182009-07-10T06:17:00.004-04:002009-07-10T06:34:39.387-04:00Good Thing it is Friday<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Some mornings just start out bad and make you nervous about the rest of the day. Today is one of those days.<div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMeTkUaoq94plTg0iEwUSTa7-UKfqNNiIsZa5zLhyoKIxJTh2Hk3UsBhxn_bR6j7sCwL0G4cUZqfua5ffFKMXO3gqcPLjBWY44RaIE7LwJn3YfyaSmaI0PjhrSf3fgavN6lDmZp_5Lkxbp/s320/S6000063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356774836175082002" /></div><div>Do you see that sweet, little white honorary pug? Well, Princess Popperina was a naughty naughty girl this morning. At 5 a.m. the pack decided that they had enough sleeping and needed a potty break. Ever the loving momma, I drug my sleepy self out of the bed and took them out for some taking care of business action. Well, Ms. Poppy was, apparently, having some intestinal disturbances that resulted in a bit of loose poop. Sigh. While I was heading over to clean up her deposit, SHE ROLLED IN IT!!!! Aughhhhhhh! So at 5:20 this morning I was giving a poopy Poppy a bath. Good thing I love her. I am thinking that this was not the way I would have chosen to start the day. Sure hope the rest of the day goes cleaner.</div><div><br /></div><div>On a happier and greener note, I picked up my CSA share last night. I love, love love <a href="http://www.cityfresh.org/">City Fresh</a>. Last night's harvest was cabbage, kale, beets, red raspberries, onions, zucchini, and yellow squash. Yum, yum, yum! There is nothing better than fresh from the farm produce.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the knitting front, I'm still working on the Spring Forward socks in Malabrigo and plain old socks in Sock Pixie's cashmerino. I have 3 other socks that need mates -- apparently I got distracted, hehehehe. I'm also working on my Imogen, but miles of stockinette stitch is best reserved for a great tv/movie watching to keep the mind from going mad.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I need more coffee and to start getting ready for work. Have a fabulous Friday all.</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-91864266759778925572009-07-07T05:54:00.004-04:002009-07-07T06:02:37.790-04:00What happened to Monday?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KJ2KnJzzPuyrjOw_3odPbsa4KRE65PP7bGwqe-VpKFgRd2QOzWMKQZ0FYUCjJoz10t4Jw-ApHVqoqEcT8vjARlFV6d9DDSGHxiXceXCfxvvISfewX6DTnopS-mLAk7MlhIyChrC4ouOr/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KJ2KnJzzPuyrjOw_3odPbsa4KRE65PP7bGwqe-VpKFgRd2QOzWMKQZ0FYUCjJoz10t4Jw-ApHVqoqEcT8vjARlFV6d9DDSGHxiXceXCfxvvISfewX6DTnopS-mLAk7MlhIyChrC4ouOr/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355655903275790930" /></a>Poor Myoki has a bladder infection. He is being a trooper, but here is hoping the meds kick in soon. Poor sweet, handsome angel.<div><br /></div><div>I can't believe it is Tuesday already. Is it just me or is time flying by at an alarming rate? Whew, makes me tired just thinking about it. Yesterday was uneventful. Worked, walked the pups, knitted a bit and fell asleep on the couch. The excitement of it all is exhausting!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sure hope you all have a fabulous Tuesday.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-52616762340770287862009-07-05T19:22:00.005-04:002009-07-05T19:38:16.921-04:00Where is June?<div style="text-align: center;">What happened to June? Did we have June this year? I cannot believe how fast this year is flying by and how I seem to be missing it! Slow down, damnit!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There, I feel better now.</div><div><br /></div><div>All the pugs and Poppy are fat, sassy and loving life. Bodhi has become one of the pack and delights in giving his older brothers hell. He lives for them to chase him. Oh, to have such energy. He is a boing boing butt for sure.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHi-aDcbelpjronD_tm87DXrMixAZE-hqhNJmaPiu6_ULFaPBJ82rgf5Yp5ZlpfLKDRYbLTFTJSWhevrrmLyBsFg2g6gJazTBJRcjNPoRGUWc6B6v4wvdIj4MVLQimTBIx-hf0TngsArLL/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355121806886516338" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I've done some knitting, some yarn acquisition and some house cleaning. The knitting and yarn acquisition were the most fun. I also got some alpaca for spinning, but have not undertaken that project yet. The focus of this weekend has been to unearth UFOs and see if they should be finished or ripped. I've found 3 -- one is a keeper and 2 must go. It amazes me how much I dislike knitting with cotton and yet, I continue to knit with cotton. You guessed it, the 2 projects going to the frog pond are cotton. Apparently, I believe if I can find the right pattern the cotton love will come. So far, not so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>The best part of this weekend has been hanging out with the pups, reading magazines, a little knitting and eating ice cream for dinner. Yep, I do know how to celebrate the 4th! The fur babies were great about the fireworks. They slept through the entire evening. </div><div><br /></div><div>And now, it is time to get ready to return to the land of the employed. Hope you all had a fabulous weekend and got to spend lots of time with the ones you love.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBS8NaIdItR5PfhT5VnN2nM0O2JuSmz_5lReriqzii4rsHrb1HBYPSRyXf9RhBBwSfdyYOFtHlFryvwGmakvox_PGNElRBYK5HA2aJLn4Z69jz6Zx0DNl8NeDhtjewA-OaPf1Swbksh-I/s1600-h/IMG_1334+Suri+Alpaca.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBS8NaIdItR5PfhT5VnN2nM0O2JuSmz_5lReriqzii4rsHrb1HBYPSRyXf9RhBBwSfdyYOFtHlFryvwGmakvox_PGNElRBYK5HA2aJLn4Z69jz6Zx0DNl8NeDhtjewA-OaPf1Swbksh-I/s320/IMG_1334+Suri+Alpaca.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355124214099604994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418067438586099431.post-79122241475297993492009-05-05T07:23:00.003-04:002009-05-05T07:32:54.970-04:00Two Days in a Row!Wow, blogging two days in a row. I must be mad! Odd thing is that I really don't have much of anything to blog about. The knitting continues, although no finishing. Socks are still my number one choice, but I do have a hankering to knit up this little <a href="http://www.knotions.com/issues/summer_2009/patterns/siesta/directions.aspx">lovely</a> in the new Knotions. The fact that it comes in large size makes it even harder to resist. Bet I have some yummy yarn in my stash and of course I have needles and. . . oh dear. See, bad knitter. Always starting, never finishing.<div><br /></div><div>I'll leave you with some Ho-Tei cuteness. Enjoy!<br /><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-by4Jk3gaBYApvpOA80aL7waJNEPG74tGRp5DpFDh7igafDmws1tl1X2ciMrpQr3Y9DIDLLHWCkwz4DMSmI3R6gLsjcVvV_KZoNPUvn-f9xrtXSNvCOM5LS8BULKAbpuOi62aiGC_c342/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332301243019605554" /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1