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It is cold wet and miserable today…….they are predicting our rain will turn to thunderstorms, turning to snow this evening.  I MUST make this dog a shelter today.  I pray I can find some dry straw….if not, it will be made with wet straw.  It will be better than him being just out in the elements…….I will entice him into the shelter with some liver.  My dogs love baked liver. 


When I got there to feed him this morning, he came out shortly after I began to call him.  The lights from the business behind him illuminated his body and today was the first time I noticed I could see his breath. ….seeing his breath was a harsh reminder of how cold it actually was.   It somehow was still a beautiful scene, the rain on the trees and braches, all back lit, almost looked like the trees were self illuminated somehow… and it would of made a beautiful shot. (Once a photographer, always a photographer)… I stood it the rain, and watched him eat and imagined how miserable he must feel cold and wet.  Thinking of it, cuts me to the bone.


I spoke to my Vet yesterday and he suggested I try it again, giving him all the medication at one time…..He said, “Our only other option is to dart him, and I don’t want to put him thru that”…..I am thinking…that might be our only option honestly.  I just don’t think the other is going to work.  His fear is so strong.  I am at a loss….my heart feels heavy.


Yesterday evening a homeless man was walking thru the path area between the businesses, kind of where the clearing is where I feed him.  I realized how accustom to me he has become when I saw how fast and fearful he ran from this man.  The man didn’t see me right away and was only trying to call the dog to him…….Stellar galloped away, tail tucked….fear driven.  It was either he has become accustom to me, and/or maybe a man brought harm to him previously.  This man, just wanted to pet him. 


My dog Tonka is still fearful of men and she has been with me for years…..this fear from her past never left her.  I know she had been abused and to this day if a man comes to my house I crate Tonka, so she feels secure.  If I don’t crate her, she tries to sit on my lap with all 60 lbs of her. 


I do know one thing.  When and if I get Stellar, he will need special treatment for a long time and lots of patience and love.  He may never be all the way “normal”…..or if he does get over this, it will take a long, long time.  Deep emotional wounds take so long to heal.  In this aspect, animals are no different than humans. It takes a long time to mend a broken heart….


Well, I am off to a meeting this morning…. at least they are feeding us breakfast. Thats a good thing…


I think it must be a full moon today. Taryn was pissed off (for no apparent reason) and in rare form this morning….First mad because Acacia “touched” her CD player (playing Christmas music) and then because Jenna wanted in the bathroom and she was in there……Ah, the bliss of living in a house with 5 teenagers…….(Counting down till they all turn 18…..)   Just kidding!  Well, maybe only partly…


Have a good day all!  Thanks for checking on Stellar! 



No Dane and I am just sick about it.  Taryn and I spent over 6 hours in the woods trying to get him.  The medicine to sedate him, the Vet said should work in 35-40 minutes after he ate it.  After an hour I called the Vet and told him he was still up and moving around fine… He told me to come in to get more.  Taryn waited in the woods watching the Dane while I went to the Vets.  By the time I got back about a half hour had passed..maybe more, we gave him the second dose, he ate most of the pills in some food……..we let him get groggy for 30 minutes and began trying to get close to him again….it didn’t work.  He would let me get about 6 feet from him, then he would get his feet up under him and run.  Staggering….we did this over and over again for hours.  


My friend Kim called me (She has her own rescue and is the President of the Board of directors at the shelter where I adopted my other animals.)  She was going to drive an hour to help me…….I declined because he wouldn’t let me get near him…I knew he wasn’t going to let someone else.  She did tell me that she should be able to get any medical treatment he may need done at cost.  (I wouldn’t be surprised if he had heart worm.)  If so, even at cost it would be a couple hundred dollars.  I will be worming him in his food this week for the more standard type worms.  I will take the rest as it comes.


The only way I am going to be able to get him by sedating him, will be if he is knocked all the way out.  He is so afraid.  It is hard for me to explain his fear.  I tried approaching him in so many different ways…even crawling on my belly without making direct eye contact…nothing worked.  He is so close to being like a wild animal…. so afraid of humans….it was kind of like me in the woods trying to catch deer. 


To make matters worse I found an empty box of buckshot on top on a pile of leaves someone dumped there.  Had someone been shooting at him?  It hurt my heart to think of it.


I was able to get close enough to him to see he had an “S” hook on his collar that evidently once held a tag.  That doesn’t mean his previous owner didn’t purposely remove the tag before dumping him there, but it could mean he may have been stolen.  There is at least a potential for a microchip.  (He could have been stolen to sell, and then maybe no one would pay for him so the people dumped him.)  I could make myself crazy thinking of all of the different scenarios. 


What I do know is that it is 31 degrees out this morning……..I got to him to feed him earlier than normal and he wasn’t waiting on me as usual.  He didn’t come out of the woods when he heard the van… took him a long time to come out while I stood and called him.  Finally he emerged from the woods.  I fed him his usual dry food with a can of canned food, but this morning I also took a container of warm bean soup I made yesterday….something warm in his belly. 


Today or tomorrow I will be building him a shelter out of straw and a tarp.  I can only hope he will use it.  I may have to feed him in it to get him to go in it. 


We had really high winds yesterday and I went to feed him 3 times…….I know his body is burning up all kinds of that food for enough energy just to keep him warm…..let alone anything medical going on with him.


I do know one thing.  All of that talking I have been doing to him paid off.  He would turn and look at me so fearful when I approached him, pupils dilated……eyes wide open….but when I spoke to him, he slowly blinked his eyes.  I know in my heart somehow I made him feel better.


There I sat in the woods, covered in burs, little cuts everywhere from wild rose bushes, tears rolling down my face……frustrated because I was unable to catch him.  My heart hurt because he is so afraid.  It was the most frustrating day of my life I believe. 


I will continue to feed him, build him shelter and in the next few days touch base with my Vet again about trying something else.  I will keep trying till I get him.  I know he won’t survive the winter in those woods.




PS….Thank you to all who have said a prayer and stopped by to check on the progress with Stellar….I really do appreciate it! 

Right after I type this post Taryn and I will be going to the woods to try to capture the Dane.  I just hope all goes well, so if you are reading this….say a prayer….we all need it.
If we catch him, we will go straight to the Vet’s office…..they are expecting us. 
It is cold out and I know he has got to be cold out there, curled up in the woods somewhere…..I wonder when the last time he was in a house…..I wonder if he has ever been in a car…..what will he think of all of these changes?…..
I am going to close for now, and head to my usual meeting place.  He has gotten so he anticipates my arrival….and I love that.  The last time I drove away from the spot, he came out into the clearing and watched me drive away……it was all I could do, not to turn around and go back.  I wish I could just get him to jump in the van on his own….
Today when we drive away…..he will be with me…..and his life will forever be changed….for the better !!

My dog Bear left me a parting gift on my bed last night while I was away……A large pile of barf.  (Just missed my pillow)  Jenna found it important enough to call me long distance to tell me about it.  (“Jenna, I’m roaming…..wash the sheets and I will deal with it when I get home from the game.”)


The most disgusting part is he threw up what looked like a bunch of hair…..I’m thinking, what did he eat?…..a small hairy animal?……eww  It was so nasty. 


I think though, after further "barf examination" that it may partly be his own fur…..he has rather long hair and sometimes pulls it out when I am away.  The poor guy is so attached to me… he has separation anxiety when I’m away. 


Bear evidently was a pup in the shelter, was adopted out then returned because a landlord wouldn’t allow the people to keep him….(hum…sorry, but I would have to move.)….then was at the shelter living in a cage for 6 months before I adopted him.  Had I not adopted him, he would have been put down the following week. 


This dog was totally house trained, obedient and mannerly…I think he was looked over because he is a black dog.  There is such a thing as “Black dog syndrome”… something like black cats who get looked over for a big orange ones.  His is maybe part Border Collie, chow, spaniel or something……something medium in size, black and hairy.


He came to my house and just watched me……seriously.  It was like he was suspicious of me for the longest time.  He would follow behind me… about a room’s length behind, lay where he could see me and watch everything I did.  Sometimes this was unnerving and I would glance over my shoulder to see if he had went to lay down somewhere…..nope…..there he was staring at me. (24/7)  Every time I turned around, there he was.  Even when he would lay on the couch and I was watching TV……he would just look at me.  When I approached him, he was somewhat apprehensive…..sort of cowered down….he seemed so unsure of me….of humans.


It took time…lots of it…walks in the park, rides in the car, good food, treats, etc and then it was like one day everything changed….He decided he wanted to be close to me.  No, not close to me, he wanted to be right next to me all the time….his suspicious looks turned to those “I love you eyes”….and he since then has become my favorite doggie.  (Other than Tonka who is attached to me at the hip and has been for years) 


Bear goes everywhere with me and hangs his head and pouts if he cant.  He is so spoiled and I love it!  He has also found a job for himself.  He decided he is my personal watch dog……barking at walking people and bicyclers who pass by my house and keeping his “no squirrel zone” in the back yard free of squirrels and running off the occasional falling leaf that is mistaken for a small moving animal…..He is the man in charge of the back yard and if he runs off barking, all of the rest of my misfit K-9 crew do too.  He is the doggie Peter Pan to the doggie lost boys at my house……..


I cant believe someone ever gave him up….he is such a perfect little dog.  He’s my Berry-Blue-Berry-Bear!  (Corny I know, but he loves it when I say it……)


I cant imagine my life without him now……..(Well, maybe without all of those nose prints on the inside of my van windows……but not without my Bear)   I love him.


Laura  (Bear’s Mom)  J

There is a first time for everything and last night was the first time I was at a basketball game, 4 minutes left to go on the clock and BOOM…….the lights go out.  The entire place….sudden darkness. 


South Side girls were spanking the other team (leading by 31 points) and I said I thought I heard thunder, no one paid attention to me……then it was louder……then you could hear it just pouring…louder thunder….I said, “wouldn’t it be something if the lights went out and we were all sitting here”…..Jinx.  It happened about 5 minutes later. 


They were unable to restore power, when they got on a megaphone the guy said there was a tornado warning in the next county (we were under one too) the sheriffs department said the tornado spotted was moving at about 20 mph….not sure if it was headed our way or not.  (That is all I needed to hear)  He said, “If you want to ride out the storm here in the gym you are welcome to.”……Oh no buddy…..we are outta here.  Let’s go ladies! 


I said, “Sure, get your booties spanked by 30 points and play the old tornado & lights out trick.”  ……lol!


The girls loaded up in the charter bus and we headed home right behind them.  We were over an hour from home…..3 of my kids were home alone…..Stellar was in the woods again for another storm…..thinking of all of it made my stomach hurt….  I called home and said if you hear the tornado sires, go to the basement…….”We know Mommmmm.”


Lightening is scary and beautiful to me at the same time……I watched out the window as lightening dashed across the sky….thinking of that dog in the woods….another storm, another night in the woods wet and alone.  It broke my heart.


The game was good.  They beat our reserve team so bad I think they thought they were going to beat varsity too.  This is one of those little rural schools were the entire town shows up for the game… is big in Indiana and really big in the small towns.  They were all excited till we got the first basket….it instantly deflated their balloon…..the loud crowd started to grown silent…..I think I could hear the crowd say “Ut-oh.” 


Our girls made it look easy, dominated from the tip off and the first basket…..they called the game in the 4th quarter due to the power going out and we were up by 31 points.  Sierah only had 2 points, but had 2 or 3 blocks,  6 rebounds and two steals….as usual, played great defense.  She did put the ball up and shoot…..often she passes back out and we (and the coaches) have been asking her to shoot more.  She DID last night.  I wish she could of made a couple more points….she sure worked hard.  She had a good game.  Way to go CC!




I didn’t get the lecture as expected……going to the game or coming home.  I imagine Grandma put her foot down….I can hear her say, “Lets just wait and meet him….”  Whatever happened I was glad.  Marcus will be meeting the Grandparents this Thanksgiving….I imagine the will invite him over for dinner…..hope he knows what fork to use.  


Dane Update:

I took the photo of Stellar to my Vet and he gave me medicine to sedate him. (He guessed 90 lbs)  I am planning on Friday.  I should have one or two other people with me because he would be too heavy for me to carry out of the woods alone.  I pray this works.  The vet said to just bring him right in when I get him in the Van……now this should be interesting.  I sure hope this big guy has been in a vehicle before….I would hate to introduce him so much new stuff in one day, but maybe he will still be groggy.  (People, the Van ride, the Vet….etc.)


He let me get within about 10 feet of him this morning……I could see a small patch of missing fur…ring worm maybe….it was hard to tell.  10 feet…Yes!…way closer than normal.  He always perks his ears as I speak to him…..When he eats he always holds his back right foot in the air….could be something wrong, or may not like wet feet….so much closer, I can notice so much more.


He has a big goofy face, these beautiful sky blue eyes (Frank Sinatra blue) and big floppy ears.  I imagined holding his face and talking to him in my silly voice like I do my dogs…..I always make their ears stand up when I do it….it is funny.  (I think so anyways…)  I say (in this stupid voice)…”I miss my mummyyyyy, yessss I dooooo.”  (Like they are talking to me…) My kids do the eye roll and head shake thing….My other dogs all run over and act silly….it seems to be contagious.  (Except with my all too serious children…..)  Party poopers….geez.



Laura xoxo

I downloaded some new photos…. Check them out if you have a moment.


Here is a short article on Sierah and Taryn’s basketball team….From yesterday’s paper.


posted on Mon, Nov. 07, 2005


Prep events to watch

Girls basketball

1:30 p.m. Saturday

Indianapolis Tech at South Side

This is a good game to gauge South Side’s early-season fortunes. Tech won last year’s contest in overtime and went on to a 17-6 record. South will have played Jay County (Tuesday) before getting Tech, and will follow that up with (in consecutive outings) Carroll, Elkhart Central, Canterbury, Northrop, Bishop Luers, Homestead and Bishop Dwenger. Survive that, and great things may be in store for the Archers, and not just in the Summit Athletic Conference.



I did get a chance to speak to Stacy’s Mom yesterday.  She was happy he came over and asked me to keep her informed…..I am not giving it a lot of thought.  I think that this is one of those things that will work out if it is meant to be.  I do know one thing.  I will not deal with him in any way other than friendship as long as he is dating the girl.  His Mom said the same thing as I did and said the only reason he is sticking around with her is the baby.  (not his mind you)  We will see what time delivers me….in the mean time, I will continue being me and keep plugging along.  Speaking to him, that one time, did make me feel much better. 



Well, the sh*t hit the fan this weekend in regard to Sierah having a boyfriend.  Grandma and Grandpa are a TAD bit over protective (to say the very least) and have the mind set she shouldn’t date till age 30….or something close….maybe later.  Sierah has kept Marcus a secret from them only because she knew this would prompt lectures, him getting drilled, etc from Grandpa.  He is one of those kinds of people who feel anything he thinks is not only right, but the only way things should be done.  He has even decided where he thinks she should go to College…..*imagine that…that should give you an idea.  He was going to give her a Mercedes when she turned 16…….then decided that maybe when she enters College would be better……. but it would come with too many stipulations so Sierah declined.  That is simply how he is….and we all know it.


Marcus is a good kid….. A really good kid.  I like him a lot and I actually met him before Sierah did, while he was home from school and I suggested he might like to meet my daughter.  He stood when introduced to me.  (*ching!  Bonus points)  He comes from a great family background, a strong church upbringing, intelligent, played all kinds of sports, is very polite and mannerly and Sierah really likes him…….a lot. 


Sierah has spent the summer feeling lots of growing pains because she had friends who were changing, doing and experimenting with stuff she was not interested in so she found herself distancing herself from them……this left her feeling kind of alone.  She is wise beyond her years and Marcus’s Aunt Tricia whom is one of my best friends and I decided that maybe they could hang out.  Go bowling, out to eat, etc.  Once they met, they hit it off.  None of us expected them to end up dating or liking each other, other than just friends….but it happened. 


This past weekend when we drove Sierah home we talked about the next time Marcus came home introducing them to the Grandparents.  Marcus and Sierah both requested that I be there.  (chicken sh*ts!)  J  I agreed.  He will be home in a few weeks.


Well, we didn’t get a chance……Sierah was on her cell phone with him while at Grandma and Grandpas house and Grandpa began to ask questions……I guess Grandpa even ended up calling back to Marcus’s apartment and leaving a message.  Nothing mean or nasty, but who he was and he wanted to meet him, etc.  (How’d ya like that message Marcus?) 


I know this struck the fear of God in Sierah because we all know under what scrutiny Marcus will fall.  (I was in his shoes 20 years ago and I survived it…….he can too)  I’ve got faith in ya dork! 


Yes, he reads my blog regularly…go ahead and leave a post Marcus, meet my blog friends…they will all be rooting for you too.


Sierah’s Grandparents can be difficult, typically stuffy,  wealthy folks ……but they are fair, and I love them.  They have been like parents to me for many years despite James and I argue like cats and dogs….I still love em. 


I understand Sierah is the daughter they never had….they had 3 boys.  Sierah was the first-born Grandchild and is really special to them.  She one day stands to inherit a lot from them…….money, businesses, etc.  All 3 boys are successful in their own right and have shown no interest in any of the families businesses.  Sierah has been groomed to take them over since day one, whether she realizes it or not. 


Sierah and Marcus will be okay…..I am just not sure about me.  I have to ride in the back of the Mercades for an hour and 15 minute drive to Sierah’s game tonight…..then she and I will be in the back seat together on the way home…..she aint even going to opt for the bus ride home.   I am prepared for a lecture the entire way….both ways.  Thinks to self….*maybe I should bring a walkman….…..oy!


Marcus, you owe me for this one……..


Dane update:


Yesterday brought him closer to me…..he comes out of hiding when I call him and I have began talking to him each time, the entire time he is there.  Yesterday he kind of wagged his tail.  It was the first time I had seen him do anything other than tuck it…I was elated.  I say, “What a good boy you are….Wanna go bye-bye?…..Youre okay buddy….”  Things I will say to him when I catch him…..trying to get him use to me.  Something is working….slowly.  I was within about 20 feet of him yesterday.  I didn’t make direct eye contact but wanted to be close to him…it was as close and I have come. 

I will accept that for now and continue trying.  I am concerned about him getting pneumonia or something due to our weather….the clock is ticking.  If anyone would like to see a photo of him email me at and I will mail you a pic.  It is not the best, but it will give you an idea.
Take care my friends….

This weekend was sort of bizarre.  I didn’t get to see Stacy (the guy from my past) and I am not exactly sure why….. but I can only guess.   The night he wanted to come over (Friday) he worked till 5:00 then was going to move into a new house.  Moving is never easy, but I imagine they were moving and arguing.  The night prior that he had been over, the girl he lives with was trippin.  She even called my cell phone while he was there….twice.  If I were her, I would have been mad too.  He had wrote down my cell phone number on a piece of paper next to the phone….and walked out without it.


The evening we talked he told me that he had forgotten my home and cell numbers and had to look up my work number to be able to call me.  (Home has to be unlisted due to my job)  I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a message left here but for some reason I am unable to get my message off of my phone. Maybe due to the storm.


We had a really bad storm come thru Saturday evening and I went for about 24 hours without power.  It was not restored until about 6:00PM last night. 


If I know one thing about him……it is that he would of never came to my house if things had been right with her.  He needed to test the waters out with me to see where I stood, if I was mad….how I felt about him.  If I still loved him. 


He told me that numerous nights he had pulled up outside of my house and just sat there.  As soon as he said it, I thought of a night when I thought I saw his car out there….maybe it had been him.  He said he went past the house almost daily…….just to drive past the house…….


I imagine he is going thru some turmoil right now and is trying to figure out what direction he wants to go in.  He knows I wont play second fiddle and if we try to work things out again it would be permanent….. he would also have to leave everything else behind.  He and I both know that.


I am just going to take it as it comes……let the pieces fall where they may.  I have no idea how this all will turn out, but I do know I feel better after seeing him Thursday.  It was a huge relief for me.


Hearing him say all of the things I already knew.  I needed that.  What in a way was closure for me, turned out to also be maybe a new beginning.  At least a step in that direction anyways.


One day at a time.





Dane Update:   During the terrible storm we had Saturday night, I found myself unable to think of anything other than the dog.   I imagined him curled up, shaking and water running off of him.  I thought about it for so long my stomach hurt.  The wind was so bad that I thought a tornado had passed thru.  In the morning when I went to feed him, it was still storming wet and cold, trees down everywhere.  I heated up some of a left over roast and put it on top of his food…..something warm….Due to the poor weather I was unable to try to catch him…..I will shoot for a day this week.  Maybe Friday…we are off work that day already.  He comes out now when he hears my car, it he doesn’t appear then he comes out when I whistle for him…..he still keeps his distance but responds to me calling him…he wont approach the food  till I start to walk toward the van.  He at least is slowly becoming more familiar with me.  I just wish he would jump in the van.  I always say, “Ya wanna go bye bye?”  My dogs know what that means……I wish I could just trigger something…..  I wish he would know I’m not going to hurt him……

Isn’t it strange when you hear from a lost love? 


I heard from someone last night that played a part in my life for over a decade.  Talking to him and seeing him brought back a flood of memories.  Good and bad, but I realized last night I have let go of the negative stuff.  You have to at one point or it eats away at you.  I was thrilled and very surprised to see him.


He called me at work just about the time I was walking out the door.  I didn’t recognize his voice and I could tell he seemed disappointed that I in fact didn’t recognize it…I have not talked to him in a year….…Our conversation not only got off to a good start but continued until he eventually paid me a visit at about 9 last night.


It was nice…..We sat on my porch on this incredibly balmy, breezy evening last night with a couple candles burning.  Talking and laughing, catching up on lost time.  I offered him a glass of wine but he declined due to working early the next morning only to tell me he would love to have a glass with me tomorrow if I wasn’t busy. (Friday) ……I’m thinking, “Did he just ask me out on a date?”  Nawh….


A few months ago I had him on my mind.  I kept feeling like something was wrong with him and I couldn’t shake the feeling.  I finally contacted his Mother just to make sure he was okay.  He was, but was going thru some things.  I loved talking to his Mom and it made me feel better.  I decided to write him a note……and try to make some sort of contact with him…..I did in deed write it, but I never delivered it.  His Mother told me where he lived; I found his place, and saw his little red car, but chickened out on putting the note on his car.  I couldn’t.  I didn’t want to disrespect the relationship he was in even though his Mom told me how bad it was.  He lived there with a girl….


That was many months ago but for some strange reason I still have that letter in my car……writing it was therapeutic for me.  After a few weeks, I felt I didn’t even need to deliver it, writing it was key….  It helped ease the ping I still felt in my heart when I thought of him.


I did want to tell him one thing.  Tell him that I was sorry.  Sorry for something I said to him out of anger…..I asked him to leave, to move out.  Later that same week, he moved out while I was at work.  Just gone.  There was never any closure.  I hung up on him when he would call me…..I was so mad.


An sentence spoken out of anger, changed the coarse of the rest of my life…the day we were suppose to marry came and passed last year….. I had a glass of wine by myself that evening and my thoughts drifted to him…What if?  What if?……  I am a very independent person, I cant say I NEED to have a man around, but I needed him….I needed his friendship and I missed it desperately.  We have been friends for about 15 years….the loss of such a prominent relationship in my life left a huge hole in my heart.


When I saw him last night I was finally able to say I was sorry….I needed to say it.  I needed him to hear it.  Tell him that no matter where he goes in life or where his life takes him…. I will always care about him.  No matter what.  I didn’t wish to interfere with his relationship but I would like to somehow remain friends if possible. 


He said he felt the same way….. but he also told me that he still loved me and always would love me.  He told me that his relationship with the girlfriend is so-so, but not "right."  He told me that he still felt he belonged with me.  It was all kind of surreal to me.  I was kind of taken back.


His words brought a rush of emotion to me, but despite the fact he gave me a hug and kiss ~ I felt I should be feeling guilty in regard to his girlfriend but I wasn’t… wasn’t in me.  There we stood, embraced and I laid my head on his shoulder… still fit there perfectly and I remembered exactly how his arms wrapped around me…..despite the length of time it has been since I felt his embrace.


It felt good.  He was just looking at me smiling……kept telling me how much he missed me and loved me.  I was soaking it all in like a sponge but didn’t respond.  (Maybe guilt was starting to set in….) 


He claims he has always told her that he will always carry a torch for me and she has known about me since day one….he said when he left she said she could never compete with me because he and I have been thru so much together and he told her, “You’re right…she was there for me when no one else was and I will never for get that.” 


When he left he told me he would call me some time today and we could spend some more time together…….I am looking forward to it.  I want to have that glass of wine and maybe say some things we should have said to each other long ago.


I guess all things happen for a reason.  Seeing him, after recently having two of the most difficult weeks of my life felt really comforting.  I have always been able to talk to him about anything and everything.  Talking to him last night reminded me of how much I actually missed that… much I missed him.


Not sure how this will turn out, but I do know that I have surly missed his friendship… was wonderful talking to him last night.


I am looking forward to seeing him tonight.



I had a stroke of luck last night with Stellar. (The Dane in the woods….)  Right after work I went to feed him, I was pressed for time so I hadn’t planned on staying to see if he would creep out of the woods……I had places to go and people to see, so as soon as I got the big bag of dog food back into the Van, wiped the canned food off of my arm (yes, I am messy) and got myself back into the van, started it up……I began to back up.  Much to my surprise he appeared from the woods.  Urtttt!  Stop!


I am thinking to myself…….PICTURE!  Where is your stinkin camera?  The Vet wants a picture…..I knew I had my little camera with me and I had an extra roll of film in the glove box……so I go scrambling thru my giant purse, then thru the glove box, try to hurry and put the film in the camera and get out of the car quick enough to not scare him and squat down.  The stupid camera wouldn’t focus right……maybe I fogged up the view finder, I don’t know…..snap, snap, snap.  I got three pictures.  Not sure if any will turn out right but I DID get 3 photos of him!  I was so excited.  On the way home I had to call Tricia and tell her.


Watching him eat broke my heart, I give this guy a LARGE bowl of dry food and on top I put an entire can of canned food and one vitamin. (twice a day) He gulps it down, he didn’t chew anything…….making a swallowing motion that almost appeared like he was throwing up in reverse….does that make sense? 


It seemed all of the food I have given him has started to make a bit of a difference……he is such a beautiful dog and for the first time I noticed he had on a collar….but no tag that I could see.  He has started to gain a little weight but he is still so down in weight.  I will finish my roll of film today and then try to catch my Vet tomorrow night to show him the photos.


Tonight after I feed Stellar, I will be going to the girls first scrimmage of the year, then afterwards I am taking my sister out to eat for her Birthday.  I think she will be 55 this year……My buddy Laura will go too because her Birthday is on the 4th.  It will be fun.  Dinner for the kids is cooking in the crock pot as I type this.  (Roast)  You guys will live! 


Got home from doing all of my running around last night and thought to myself, wonder what that large mound of dirt is for.  (Remember the city tore out my side walk a week ago……)  Well, now there is this large mound of dirt……I mentioned it to one of the kids last night and they said, “Mom, didn’t you notice? “  I said, “Notice what?”  …….”They cut down one of the trees…..”  Now let me tell you, I cant believe I didn’t notice.  I have 4 huge buckeye trees next to my house that were pushing up the sidewalk…….One of the 4 were gone and I didn’t notice.  (Maybe I need a day off or something……brain is toast…geez)  I wish they would of cut down all 4.  Not that I dislike trees, but I have the most annoying trees in my yard.  The 4 buckeye trees, 2 large Walnut trees and then this tree that has these giant looking green bean type things on it………grrrrrrrrr.  I hate that tree…….those giant pods drop into the yard, the walnuts project out of our of the mower like a bullet if you miss picking one up prior to mowing….. and the buckeyes……well, when you walk to the car they come out of the trees like bombs.  YES, I have been popped in the head with one…so have most of the kids…….still not sure if that was Mother Nature or an evil squirrel……(I am leaning toward the evil squirrel) either way, I did get hit square on the top of my head with one of those things about a month ago.  Man that hurt!


Well, I will find out today if the photo of Stellar turned out.  I hope one of them did.  I hope you guys have a great day!


I cant wait to see the first basketball game of the season tonight! 



Do you ever have one of those days you are just not sure what to write about… is one of those days for me so I will touch base on the random things floating around in my head. 


The weekend: 

First of all I forgot to mention that Sierah, Tricia and I drove Marcus (the boyfriend) back to Michigan Sunday.  On the way there we pulled into the gas station and there was the “Oscar Meyer Wiener Mobile.” It is a giant, driving hot dog in a bun that has a plate that says “YUMMY”.  About two weeks ago I happened to see this program on the Food network about this thing and then I see it!  I guess I am just easily amused because I was in the gas station taking photos of this thing…Saying, I’m going to put thesee on my blog  I said, “Sierah get out and stand next to it for a picture”……She said, “No!  And then shot me a look like I was crazy… would of thought I just asked her to jump out of the car and do a hula dance naked next to the thing…..geez.  She is NO FUN!…….*thinks to self* maybe she was switched at birth!    (Yes, I am a silly goober)…….and then you know I had to sing the “Oh I wish I was an Oscar Meyer wiener…..” song!)  Sierah didnt want to sing along…….."MOM stop!"  I’m tellin ya, she is no fun at all! 



I made these cute little trick or treat bags for my trick or treaters full of really good candy and guess how many actually came to my house?  TWO.  Yes, two!!  Two sinkin trick or treaters……    I was so disappointed.  Even my own kids went to Grandma’s house to pass out candy…(traders!)…….Heck, I could of gave them each one of those little kids a big bag of Doritos, an entire pizza….. something!  Two trick or treaters…..who gets two?  No fair.  I want moreeeeeeee!


Dane Update:


We are going to try sedating him on Sunday.  (If all goes well)  I will have to have help but my Vet has agreed to dispense the medication.  He did ask for me to try to get a digital photo of the skinny guy so he could try to judge his body weight…..I think he is about 80-100 lbs.  I have every thing else lined up in the event I can get a hold of him.  Our weather this week has actually been warm for this time of year but I know that will change quickly.  We are subject to have snow in the next 2-3 weeks.  If all of my capture attempts fail, I will build him a shelter out of bails of straw and a tarp and pray he uses it.  (Food would be used as a bribe to enter)  Then continue to feed him.  (make note to self… snow boots for stomping around in the woods….) I must admit I would love to have a photo of him for all of you guys to see too.  I have had so many great people express concern for the Dane (Stellar) and offers to help.  I appreciate it so much.  I really do. 


Thank you!


PS…..If you have never watched it, click on my link to the right of here that says "Tickle dog"……A Dane, who loves his human baby friend!….It makes me have hope for my Dane in the woods……I hope he one day has a little boy to tickle!  🙂