Our Pick of the Litter

I have a confession. Rather than work with one of our dogs, trying to curb her bad social skills, we gave her away.

Me and Lina loo, the best dog ever.

Sydney came in to our lives in September 2004. In May of that same year, I had to put down the love of my life, Lina. Lina was a 13yr old Rotweiller, and she was the best dog ever. Dog lovers and non-dog lovers all agreed that Lina rocked. So, when Lina left me, I was broken. My heart ached. A neighbor called us several months later, wondering if we would take in another dog. (We had two other dogs with us.) Because there was still a hole in my heart, I went to see this dog in need of a home.

As I sat on the neighbor’s driveway, Sydney was practically in my lap. And, Sydney was a 2yr old Nova Scotia Duck Tollling Retriever; she was not a small dog. Still, she clearly loved people, and she figured she was small enough to be a lap dog.

I have been around dogs my entire life, and I would often watch dogs while the owners were away on vacation. I know how to introduce dogs to each other, and I know when I am with a dog that does not play well with other dogs. So, before I agreed to take Sydney, I had to bring her to our house and introduce her to Wilbur and Cherokee. Sydney would not be welcomed in our home, if she didn’t mix well with Wilbur and Cherokee.

Sydney, Wilbur and Cherokee

Initially, the three dogs did great. In fact, they seemed to get along so well, we welcomed Sydney into our home with wagging tails. However, as months turned into years, we found Sydney was quite aggressive to other dogs. When defending her turf, Sydney had a tendency to snap, in a knee-jerk reaction, at whatever was close. Too often, it was Cherokee that was close to Sydney, and it was Cherokee getting the brunt of Sydney’s snap. After several years and 3 ripped Cherokee ears, I decided it was time to find a new home for Sydney.

I knew Sydney came with baggage. Though she was a great people dog, she was not a good dog/cat dog. I did not feel comfortable passing Sydney to just anyone, knowing the history. So, I turned to my friend Elise. Elise runs ‘Pick of the Litter‘, a no-kill animal rescue shelter. She has several dogs and cats, as well as a goat and pig. She manages Pick of the Litter on her own, and she relies completely on donations. I asked Elise for some advice on how to handle Sydney. Elise suggested I get Sydney into obedience school. And, as I confessed earlier, I didn’t heed Elise’s advice. I felt obedience school was expensive, and I knew I was not disciplined enough to practice what we would learn in obedience school. Fact of the matter is, I was lazy. What’s worse, I considered putting Sydney down.

Squidney and Max playing in the snow at Pick of the Litter
Squidney and Max play in the snow

The thought of putting Sydney down made Elise angry towards me, as it should. Sydney was a good dog, and I had no business putting her down, because I was a lazy dog owner. Thankfully, and after serious consideration, Elise agreed to take Sydney into her shelter. And, I agreed to sponsor Sydney monetarily. For almost a year now, Sydney, now named Squidney, has been living happily with Elise. Furthermore, Squidney has had no altercations with the other dogs within Elise’s shelter. Why? Because Elise is a gift to the animal world, and she has the ability to work wonders with animals of all shapes, sizes and temperaments.

Squidney with her Spring time Cut

Not surprising, people, like myself, find it easier to pass their high maintenance dog on to someone else rather than take on the responsibility needed to provide for the animal. That said, Elise receives more dogs and cats vs. finding homes for the rescued dogs and cats. [For the record: Wilbur and Cherokee are rescue dogs, as was Lina.] And, with every new dog and cat comes added vet bills, food bills, grooming bills, etc. Pick of the Litter has reached critical mass. A continuous flow of funds are needed, immediately, to keep this animal rescue operation going.

By accessing Pick of the Litter’s website, you can sign up and make one general donation or subscribe and donate $7.50 a month, automatically  via Paypal. $7.50 pays for heartworm preventative medicine for one dog for one month, one month of flea treatment for one dog or 10 days of dog/cat food for one dog/cat. Contributing $7.50 each month for 6-months provides enough money for 1 vet exam and rabies vaccination, two bags of dog food or 2 dog/cat beds. And, contributing $7.50 each month for 12-months covers the cost to spay or neuter one dog/cat, pays for a full vet exam and set of annual vaccinations or provides microchips for 9 dogs/cats.

Play time for Squidney and Max

All donations to Pick of the Litter are 100% tax deductible, as it is a 501C3 non-profit organization. In addition, 100% of all donations go directly to the care of the Pick of the Litter animal residents and foster guests. Please consider donating to Pick of the Litter. You can access their website at: http://www.ourpickofthelitter.com. Or, you can make a check out to Pick of the Litter and mail it to Pick of the Litter, P.O. Box 1994, Hiram, GA 30141. If you are an animal lover, but you’re not an ‘animal in your house’ kind of person – this is a great way to help your furry friends without having the furry mess. Even better, you won’t need to scoop the poop! Please donate, and share this with your friends. Thank you.

Wondering and getting side tracked

This blog was written down on paper before coming to you via the world wide web. I wonder how many writers still take pen to paper vs. hitting the keyboard straightaway. I also wonder what makes a writer a good writer. And, I wonder what station is playing in the background of this coffee house. I have the power to address one of the wonders with accuracy, but the question becomes – will I ask for the information?

I love this coffee house. Each time I have been here, the same two guys have been working. One guy reminds me of [a younger] Brian Vander Ark, from The Verve Pipe. The other guy reminds me of a slightly older version of the guy from the sitcom The Middle, Axl, played by Charlie McDermott.

If I were younger (and single), I’d definitely be interested in chatting with them in an effort to get to know them better. As it is, I am content with the typical banter that flows with ordering a cup of coffee and a veggie & hummus sandwich. I also enjoy watching the one or two particular girls that seem to frequent this place, too. One of the usual ‘Janes’ is here tonight, sitting at the coffee bar counter. She’s enjoying the attention of both guys without having to share with the other girl.

As I eavesdrop, I flash back to the days when I lived in Rockville, MD. I stumbled upon a small restaurant/bar called, Hard Times Cafe. I don’t remember, for certain, who introduced the place to me, all I remember is the guys behind the bar had me at ‘hello’. I love the look of long hair on guys. Please. I am not talking Kid Rock kind of long hair, or Billy Ray Cyrus kind of hair. I am talking Daniel Day Lewis, ‘Last of the Mohicans’ hair. [Yes, I know it was probably hair extensions; still, a girl can dream, and dream this girl did.] Anyway, the bartenders/cooks at Hard Times Cafe had long hair and looks to match. Oh, and did I mention they were in a band? Color me happy, and color me a frequent Hard Times Cafe stalker, er, customer.

I went to Hard Times Cafe as often as possible, when I lived in the area. My girlfriend and I often stayed until they closed and hung out with the staff after hours. Aside: The Brian Vander Ark lookalike just asked “Jane” if she wanted to step outside with him. Newsflash: She said yes. Big shock.

While living in Rockville, I continued stalking, er hanging out with the crew from Hard Times. My friend and I even traveled to VA (Fairfax, I think) to hear the band play a few times. I have one of the tapes from RISE, perhaps their only tape. And, I had the band’s bumper sticker on the back of my car. By the way, that is the only bumper sticker I have ever had on the back of any of my cars. Ever.

Oh, if you are scratching your head with my tape reference – well, tapes were used to listen to music back in the 90s and earlier. I am guessing you’d be hard pressed to find tapes nowadays, let alone a cassette player for which to play the tape. The music I am listening to in this coffee house is streaming through Pandora. No cassette or cassette player required!

Back to my wondering what station was playing in this coffee house. I did ask the ‘Axl’ lookalike about the Pandora station. Clearly, I am super hip, because when he told me, I responded in question, “The Ships”? Thankfully, he didn’t laugh in my face, though I also knew he wasn’t going to be asking for my phone number. “No, ‘The Shins’,” he said. “Shins with an ‘n’,” he clarified.

Hello. My name is Lenore; I am in  my 40s, and it is apparent I am not up on today’s music, even when the band is 10yrs old. However, I’m hip enough to like today’s music, at least along the lines of The Shins and their current hits. At least, I think they have current hits. And, yes, I have added The Shins to my Pandora list of stations. Who knows, ‘Axl’ or ‘Brian’ may ask me to join them outside next time I hit the coffee house. Remember, a girl can dream.

Reality meeting Reality

First, I finished month-end billing. This matters to you, I know. And, because I have finished month end billing, I feel a weight has been lifted. Woo hoo! Just in time for the weekend. Second, I found the source of my fear and anxiety.

The Log Lodge Bunch and Grandpa Bob

See the picture? This is the Log Lodge Bunch in the Spring of 2007. See the cute kid in front with a green shirt and wearing glasses? Yeah, that kid. That’s my oldest son, Joe. Joe starts kindergarten in August this year. See the the dark haired girl holding a baby? Yeah, that baby is my kid, too. That’s Charlie, who is turning 4 in June. The only kids in the picture that are still part of the Log Lodge crew are Joe and Charlie. The others have moved on to ‘big kid’ school.

I can handle my boys getting older. Truly. I do not have a sense of fear or anxiety with the thought and realization that they are getting older. However, see the lady in the picture? That’s our daycare provider, Suzann. The thought that my boys are getting to the age where they will leave Suzann’s place is making me crazy with fear and anxiety. (I’ll write about Suzann soon. She is an incredible person.)

I have my feet on the ground. Yes, though my head can be found in the clouds frequently throughout the day, I believe I have a pretty good grip of reality. [Oh, keep quiet Peanut Gallery. Thanks.] And, I have been well aware of the fact that my boys will one day go to school. I guess what I failed to grasp was how our life would change drastically once they started school and are dictated by the school calendar.

This morning, the boys and I sat on the couch sipping our soy milk and coffee, while watching Curious George. (Straight black coffee for me, and straight soy milk for the boys.) When he is not working at home, Rob leaves for the office before the kids and I get out of bed. Charlie and I didn’t stumble out of our rooms until 7AM. Joe joined us on the couch around 7:15. And, we sat. We chatted about George and the man in the yellow hat, and we discussed the different ways a person can get dressed. For instance, Charlie likes to get fully undressed and sit a minute before moving forward with dressing. Once ready to get dressed, Charlie likes to put on his socks first, followed by underwear, pants and shirt. While Joe prefers taking one item of clothing off at a time, replacing it with a clean item. For example, he takes his shirt off, and he puts on a clean shirt, etc. We cover some serious issues in the morning.

I enjoy the fact that our weekday mornings move in a slow and casual pace, because where we have to go in the morning does not come with a time constraint. Yes, the boys were going to Suzann’s house; and yes, I needed to go to my boss’ house; but, there was no bell that was going to ring, indicating we were late. Sometimes we have to step up the slow pace due to appointments, but generally speaking – our weekday mornings are similar to weekend mornings: slow, comfortable and casual.

All of this is going to change come August 2010. Joe will have to get up earlier, eat breakfast and head to school before the bell rings. Charlie and I will no longer get to sit with Joe, casually enjoying the morning. We will no longer get to play impromptu games of Hi-Ho Cherry-O or Chutes and Ladders. (OK, so I won’t miss those impromptu games.) We will no longer be able to stumble out of bed at 7AM or 7:15AM. And, in another year, Charlie will be waking up earlier, eating breakfast and making sure he gets to school before the bell rings.

I am going to miss my quiet and casual time with the boys. And, because I work, I will miss the freedom and flexibility with my work hours. I’ve yet to sit and talk about it with my boss, but my availability with regards to work is going to be compromised. Like many working Moms before me, I will now have the responsibility of picking Joe up from school in the middle of my workday. And, come school holiday time, I will have to juggle having Joe home while meeting my paid-gig responsibilities. The short holidays won’t pose a huge problem, but I’m not sure how the whole “Summer break” is going to pan out for us.

Again, I know I am not the first Mom to come to this stage of reality, and I won’t be the last Mom that faces this stage of reality. I also know this is not a huge deal in the scheme of things. Yet, I am a little bummed and overcome with a bit of fear and anxiety for the pending reality. I quite enjoy my current reality, especially the indigo skies and sunflower lined roads. Oh wait. Sorry. I confused my reality with fantasy, or is it I confused my fantasy with reality? Anyway, as I was saying, I love the slow pace of mornings in my house. And, I am sad this reality is coming to an end. However, until my current reality meets my new reality, I will definitely milk the remaining 4 months I have left to sit and enjoy the casual morning time with the boys. [Oh, and I’ll enjoy the cups of coffee, too. Love me some fresh brewed coffee in the morning!]