Sad day for my family yesterday. We had to put down my beloved dog, Ginger. I’ve posted about her in the past, so some of you are already familiar with her cute face. She went downhill pretty fast, which was a tender mercy (although super hard). I made this video as a tribute to her life. I never meant to have a dog. I didn’t have one growing up, so I’m not really a dog person. But I’ve never regretted bringing Ginger into our family.
Yes, I’ve complained about how hairy she was or stressed about finding someone to tend her when we left on vacations…but she was an integral part of our family. She taught us about unconditional love and always had a smile on her face. I will love her forever for how she blessed our lives.
Life has been a little hectic since school started. We went camping with a bunch of other families on Labor Day weekend, and then my husband and I went to Vegas for an awards banquet and I finished painting my dad’s train room for his birthday. Since I got back this week, I’ve had something or other every single day and haven’t had a speck of time to myself. Sigh!
But here’s what I’ve learned…thanks to my dog, Ginger.
When life sends a deluge instead of a light sprinkle…don’t sweat it. Just go with the flow. Lay your head into the sprinkler full on and let yourself get wet. Why fight it? Continue reading
Yea! Ginger’s doggone excited that my book is finally available in all formats (print and digital; she likes the print version best. She won’t let her paws off it). To celebrate, I thought I’d have her help me tell you a little bit about it. I’ll also give away eBooks to 3 lucky people (this includes choice of PDF format if you don’t have an eReader and want to read it on your computer). Take it away, Ginger.
Ginger: Well, even though it doesn’t have any delicious cardboard-tasting treats (that I’ve found yet), this book has a glossy cover that feels cool to my paws. It also has a unique taste when I lick it (almost as good as bacon, but not quite). It’s soothing and makes me feel like it’s summer, and when I sleep, it gives me good dreams of running through grassy meadows and eating salmon straight from a river. I would definitely recommend this book…but not the one I’m holding. Get your own.
Me: Stop your drooling, Ginger. You’ll ruin my book, Continue reading
Did you have a great Christmas? I hope you did. I loved mine, but Ginger shows how we all feel inside as we look at our messy houses with gift wrapping still stuck in the carpet and bows scattered in odd places…not to mention all the tempting candy and treats laying around on the counters. And now you have to put away all your Christmas gifts and vacuum your carpet to get rid of tinsel, tape and dog hair (if you have Continue reading
On the 23rd, is Take Your Dog to Work Day. Since I work at both a real office and a home office, I decided not to stress my dog out and drive into town. I introduced her to the workplace in a nice, mellow fashion–at home.
First, in order to make her feel legit, I forced some glasses on Ginger. I didn’t want her to feel like a dog. I wanted her to feel like a valuable, contributing member of my office…one I could depend on and turn to for help when the deadline is looming and the phone is ringing.
She grinned and bared it (her teeth, that is). Ginger didn’t really like dressing up for the job, but I insisted. I didn’t want her goofing off, and the glasses seemed to make her more sophisticated—not just a dumb blonde. Continue reading
Ginger is a very social dog. When we got her, we planned on her being an outside dog (and my house would be immensely less-hairy if she had cooperated). But she insisted on being near one of us all the time. She doesn’t like to go outside, unless someone will go with her (big blond wimp).
Of course, we—her family—are her best friends. Ah! My kids get a kick out of Ginger’s eyebrow twitches and the way she’ll come up and lick their toes Continue reading
My dog is a golden retriever. I thought that meant she’d be good at retrieving things, but she’s not. She loves catching, but things usually drop first or bounce before she gets them. Occasionally she’ll catch a Frisbee in the air and we clap and congratulate her as she trots back to us with a BIG SMILE.
Ginger: [Pant, pant, pant] Did you see that catch! Did you see it? I can die happy now! That was a great catch! Continue reading
Ginger’s excited today. This holiday is one she awaits eagerly each year (starting this year, because it’s the first I found out about it and told her; but now that she knows, I know she’s already counting down to next year).
What holiday is so exciting, you might ask, that a dog would nudge one of her people siblings off the computer to post on Facebook about it?
Well, I’ll tell you, but it’s definitely for the dogs.
It’s INTERNATIONAL DOG BISCUIT APPRECIATION DAY! WooHoo!
If you have a dog, like I do, then give them an extra treat today. They’ll appreciate it. The holiday promises this. Continue reading
“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” Groucho Marx
Thank you, Groucho, for your profound wisdom. I happen to agree…but for a different reason. I also think inside a dog would be very STINKY! At least my dog. I can hardly stand her to breathe on me, so I can’t imagine reading a book inside her.
It would be warm though.
Do you know that some people brush their dog’s teeth? I’m not one of them. Sorry. It just isn’t my thing. I think bad breath is part and parcel to being a dog…and I don’t want Ginger getting any wild ideas that she’s a Hollywood prima donna by brushing her teeth for her. I’m no dog’ slave. She already thinks she’s a Sled dog. I don’t want to confuse her anymore. Continue reading
Ginger, the sled dog, loves winter. This is due to her genetic nose disorder–called Snow Nose–which gives her the false illusion that she’s an Alaskan Husky training for the Iditarod.
Even though Ginger dreams of running with the world’s elite snow doggies in this grueling race, if you’ve read past posts, you will know that if Ginger ever entered the Iditarod, she would lose! LAST PLACE! LAME-O! LOSER! Sorry, girl…but you know deep inside its true. (I’m talking to Ginger now)
You just don’t have the stamina to do a 1,049 mile race. Nor do you have the willpower to resist eating all that Alaskan snow between Anchorage and Nome. When you tired after about 100 feet and laid down to start eating the fluffy white stuff, the other dogs on your team would hate you…and maybe gang up on you and throw you to the side to be eaten by a polar bear (which I’ve heard isn’t a fun experience). Continue reading