Tyson has great hearing!

Impatiently awaiting a treat.

It took me 3 shots to get this photo, because Tyson kept jumping for the treat.  Blind or not, he knows when there's something good waiting for him.

Tyson loves grass

Yum!  And look how beautiful Tyson looks against the green of Springtime!

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary.. I love this little lady.

Little Mary lets me know every time that she, too, needs a chew treat when I come to visit.  If I don't see her, I stand outside her house and call to her to make sure she knows I am there.  Eventually she'll rouse and come on out within a minute or two and then start calling to me to bring it on over.  How could I ever forget that sweet girl?  I bet she'd be happy in the passenger side of anyone's pick-up truck or just lazing around the farm yard.  Funny, Mary reminds me of my grandpa's old sheep dog.  I can't recall his name all these years later, but the two seem to have the same disposition--a little strong, but easily melted with the right tactics, loyal as all get up.  Like careful humans, we need not expose all of our good traits to you right off the bat, sometimes a little charm goes a long way.  For Mary, she's just a good ol' gal.  Needs some love and some pets, and she'll be yours forever.

Admittedly, Mondays with Tyson have taken a dip. Ted and I lost the long run of Mondays with him due to work and school obligations and now I have this tremendous guilt looming over me. It almost feels like abandonment. Atop that, I saw this video online today about a small pooch, left for dead in a trash pile, blind and needing surgery. The little guy was one of those teacup mini poodle type purse dogs. How can you just throw something away like that?  And so my guilt looms about not getting to see Tyson today. I have not seen Tyson in two weeks and can't make it up to see him until tomorrow, so while I study I am filled with guilt. I miss the boy so much.

I miss how he breathes in my smell by first exhaling and then taking a long, slow sniff. How he gets so excited once he hears my voice. I miss the little spot between his eyes that he loves to have rubbed, going straight into coo mode...

And alas how I am ignoring my homework as I think more about him than opening the book in front of me to get in some study time. How can one dog take over my heart so much? How can anyone ever throw away a little guy into a trash, or even send them outside without food or warmth, or even push them from a car window while speeding down a highway...How can anyone even do what was done to Tyson?

Sweet boy. He deserved better. And now with the help of Pasado's he is getting it, and will continue to do so.

I have missed my boy over the last few weeks, and am so eager to get to see him today!  

Wisdom gleaned from the Feline

So, we shaved her.  My 16 yr old "princess" has been shaven from her ribs to her hips to expose all needed room to let the ultrasound doc (who was wearing a Patek Phillippe) tell me how much longer I have with her.  Apparently it is at least 3 years or better, which means it is settled that I will have my first child before "baby girl" passes away.  As long as we follow through with therapy and meds, and as long as we alter "my sweet's" diet to something conducive to her needs--which include potassium as she is in renal disease stage 1, she will become an old, old "little munchkin."  "Ninja" has been with me through 10 moves, a divorce, some serious relationships, and a marriage, two new kitties and two new puppies, ...drama, ...intrigue and all gamuts of emotional circumstances.  "Bleue bird" has been my rock and only stable thing through 16 years of my life.  I owe "the wee one" duty and reward.  And though her tiny belly is now shaven, "sweet pea" is still just as beautiful as always. It's just that Bleue's little grey belly looks funny against her long, shiny black hair surrounding it.  It's no wonder she is sitting atop floor vents and adamantly seeking heat-in-force for that petite 6 lb frame, which has to be chilly now that 1/3 of it is minus hair.

From Bleue I take...

-It matters not how many times you move, just if the scenery (and birds) gets better.
-Your friend will sacrifice anything for you.
-Even if you do not like some of your roommates, there are those who you can't wait to crawl into bed with.
-If you get lost outside, stay put, and you will be found.
-It's okay to be choosy about your humans that "come and go," and peeing on their clothes is the best way to say you hate them.
-Dancing makes everyone happy, and so does having your own song.
-The best place to be is on the shoulder of your loved one, resting, purring and being pet.
-Blankets are never too warm from a dryer.
-I have never met a fish I have hated.
-Betrayal is an unclean litter box.
-Being photogenic is inherent.
-If you are concerned whether or not you are more important than your mom's new friend, just jump on the bed when she is entertaining and see...
-A collar is for dogs, unless it is diamonds.

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