December 5th, 2013
And, the winner of Jane McMillen’s tomato pin cushion is Pamala A. Tune in next month for another chance to win and continue to follow the rest of us:
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December 5th, 2013
This past weekend we took my niece Ellie to the pet store to look at the birds. I fell in love with an umbrella cockatoo. There were many other parrots there, even another sulfur crested cockatoo, but this one seemed to be watching and interacting with me. Cooing sweet nothings, so to speak. Tonight I returned to the pet store, found the bird and tonight he was talking up a storm. He mimicked my statements of “I love you” and “You are so smart” and then even imitated my conversation with my mother. I fell in love. There was something so peaceful about looking into this bird’s eyes. It felt like he knew my soul. The sign said his name is Malcolm. I hear Umbrella cockatoos can have a lot of behavioral issues. It’s a good thing then I can’t take him home. But it’s kinda sad — he looks like he may love me, too.
December 3rd, 2013
As a night owl, there is something about the warm glow of Christmas lights to keep me company through the night. The house grows cozier with the addition of the Christmas tree even if it is fake and pink. I consider the color of my tree a statement. For years I fought having a fake Christmas tree and then one day I stumbled upon the pink tree for sale and decided if I was to go fake I was really going to go fake — no pretend pine for me. This one is magenta and full of ornaments that are special to me including a number of pug ornaments. I even have a pug Santa.
I put the tree up the day after Thanksgiving because my niece Ellie was here and I wanted her to have the experience of the tree. She looked at it and just laughed. What a wonderful reaction — pure glee! I felt like I had achieved the ultimate achievement — my candy-pink pug tree had not only elicited a smile but giggles and wide eyes. What could be better?
Writing Prompt: What makes you laugh? Write about it.
December 2nd, 2013
Can you believe it’s December already? If the approach of Christmas doesn’t make you smile than maybe this pincushion will. I know that I smile every time I think of its creator Jane McMillan of Little House Home Arts. Jane’s creations are infused with the same cheerfulness and whimsy that she has, proving that art is a reflection of its creator. This pincushion, complete with ladybug accent is over-sized and made of red wool. It would make a great gift for you or anyone on your Christmas list. To qualify to win just visit Jane’s blog and leave a comment and while your at it please check out the rest of us as well: Bedlam Farm, Full Moon Fiber Art, Picking My Battles and Pugs & Pics.
November 26th, 2013
It was a dark and stormy night…well, at least a dark and really cold one. So dark that I had a difficult time finding the driveway to the home I was supposed to visit. I was on my way, my pug Waffles, in tow to conduct an interview for an upcoming article in Upper Valley Life Magazine on “pet love” — the interesting services we will pursue for our pets. This interview was with a woman who does animal reiki and while she had provided me with her address, this time my GPS failed me. When I finally found the building, I was equally perplexed on how to get inside and nervous as I have never brought one of my pets to an interview before. Waffles had accompanied me to one of our writers’ workshops with Jon Katz and was on her best behavior then so when the interviewee suggested I bring her along and allow her to try some reiki on her I agreed.
Waffles and I roamed the perimeter of the fence, but I was unable to figure out how to open it so we eventually climbed a long snow-covered slope to the woman’s front door. No one uses the front door here in New England – never. She opened the front door and said, “I can’t believe you braved the front door!” I looked at her and immediately realized that I knew her. She had mentioned that she had once worked at the Upper Valley Humane Society, the place where I frequently took my former pug Mira for obedience classes. Vader would accompany us and everyone liked him so much they would allow him to walk around inside the class. He was old by then, 9 or 10, chubby, but not so old that he didn’t enjoy taking part in the class. I think he liked to show off to Mira that he already knew sit, and stay and come. But he also had a calming effect on some of the other dogs and he became a favorite with all the teachers and volunteers. I think we took the class four times earning four different certificates just because Mira and Vader enjoyed themselves so much and people enjoyed them. It turns out that the woman I had come to interview was one of the assistants in the class, a woman with as calming an influence as Vader. I could easily understand how she could be successful doing energy work.
No sooner had I declared “I think I know you,” then she said, “Maybe. Our you Vader’s mom?”
“Yes,” I replied and while I started to tell her he had passed, she was already saying, “Oh my gosh, I was just telling someone about him today.”
Vader and Mira had taken the last class at least four years ago. He has been dead for at least a year, but this woman not only remembered him but also had been talking about him that very day. She volunteers at a local library and one of the children there told her he had a black pug. She said she knew a black pug and told him about Vader. “Vader was quite a presence!” she said to me.
He must have made an impression for her to remember him so many years later. We conducted the interview, met one of her Lhasa apsos, had a reiki session and reminisced about Mira and Vader. To learn about the Reiki, you’ll have to read the article when it comes out (I’ll be sure to post it), but suffice it to say Waffles and I left calm and happy even though she managed to have a huge accident on the woman’s floor. She claimed not to mind and I believed her. She was a true dog person, I knew.
“Let’s keep in touch,” I said on the way out. “We dog people are our own tribe.”
“Yes,” she said. “I love being part of a pack.”
So do I especially one that shares my memories, sorrow and joy.