As you may recall, it was PawPaw who wanted a back yard. Mama not so much. But PawPaw prevailed, and then, of course he transitioned to the Bridge. So here’s Mama who loves plants and shrubs, but doesn’t necessarily want to wrestle with them. In one respect, we are fortunate because we have a long, rectangular yard with no grass…it is all “natural”. These yards are not easier than grass yards. They always need tweeking and Mama has had her epic struggle with Virginia Creeper, leaf gathering, ivy (she HATES ivy), weed and vine pulling. Last year, we had all the ivy ripped out….80+ yard bags…it was EPIC and took 6 days. But it got things a lot more manageable for Mama. Here is he who wanted the yard, and Casey, who along with Josh and Noah appreciated it.
This is Mama’s of Summer gardening. This is our fox tailed fern, a gift from Florida, and a Geranium in a pot from a yard sale. It reminds us of Italy.
We are also great fans of whimsy. Our bird baths are planted with moss and Sedum…and Scotties of course!
Mama also loves the Dollar Store, where these Turtles came from. We try to create little tableaux.Mama really wants a bottle tree. I mean really wants. Stay tuned!
Our front porch steps need more plants….Mama got busy yesterday and potted a bunch of stuff for the back deck. But she could come around to less is more…especially when it comes to watering all the containers…….
These are our Mercury in Retrograde Boston Ferns. Mama had just come home with them and tried to hang the one to the left. It slipped out of her hands and fell between the front porch and that hedge. Mama got really mad at Mercury in Retrograde cause it has been messing with us, so she removed her glasses and forced herself between the bricks and hedge, retrieving the fern. Boy she was mad! The pot had cracked when it fell, which was really going to send her over the top, till she figured that it could be duct taped. I call it our Redneck Boston Fern, but so far so good with the duct tape…keep your fingers crossed!
We stole this out of a neighbor’s yard can. It was going to be thrown out so we liberated it and will put some flowers in it. We think it’s pretty cool. I was a bit embarrassed that we were liberating someone’s yard waste, but Mama said to pick up the pace on our walk and no one would be the wiser…. Here I am snoopervising Mama in the backyard…..Noah loved the backyard too, but he could be trusted not to find a way to sneak off. I keep telling Mama Scout’s Honor, but so far, no progress……
These towers were a gift from a neighbor. Mama just placed them…they are heavy as can be, and have pegs to secure their bases. Saint Frances (left) is talking to our Gargoyle (by left tower) We think the Gargoyle looks like PawPaw….heh heh ! The deer will probably eat our Hostas, but right now we are enjoying them. There is a lot of shade in our back yard, so the Hostas (we have several kinds) get nice and big, and I guess the Deer say, “Yum yum!” I myself am not interested in eating Hostas, so I don’t know what they taste like.
Hah Hah….another one of Mama’s jokes…….She loves that Rooster too!
Here’s our front yard bird bath. Our Dragonfly has a broken wing, but you know who says it adds to mood. Sure.
Casey could also be trusted in the back yard. I am getting a complex. Mama sez to chillax because I am staying on leash. It was a condition of my adoption. I will say that even on leash I get to explore as much as I want to.
Here’s our last project. Deciding where to put these pineapples. They weigh a TON. Mama barely got them home, and is not looking forward to moving them again. But we do want them out where we can enjoy them…..we’ll keep you posted!
Dear Miss Bev and Family…what a beautiful tribute to Forrest! Mama and I send our love and empathy at this most difficult time. XXXXXX Skyler Braveheart
When everyone’s pal from Down Under in Australia, Forrest Green, passed away recently at home with his family on a sunny day, we all felt lost. Especially Forrest’s wonderful family. We all know how awful that loss can be. A good blogging friend, and special Australian friend of Bev Green, Forrest’s “Mom”, Miss Sharon of GENTLE STITCHES blog contacted me and my Mom and asked if we would be interested in helping out an effort to pass on a little LOVE to Forrest’s family in the form of a blogosphere tribute to Forrest………her idea was to have everyone post a photo of themselves “wagging or waving” to Angel Forrest over the Bridge………..We jumped on the idea and have tried to help spread the word with other pet bloggers and friends of ALL FUR ONE AND ONE FUR ALL. Also my Mom designed the above “badge” so that those who…
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Mark your calendars for May 10th!
My friend Bev probably won’t like me saying this because she isn’t one to talk about her charitable works but I will say it anyway. Bev and her husband Phil have worked tirelessly to help animals for many years often using money from their own pockets. This includes wild native Australian animals, domestic pet animals and farm animals. When Bev’s dog Forrest was called to cross the Rainbow Bridge last week I knew a tribute was in order. Bev lives in country Victoria and I in city Victoria, Australia.
I talked about it to Pam and Sammy from the blog one spoiled cat and they made my idea a reality. May 10th is the day – and it will officially be “Wag or Wave for Forrest Day” all across the blogosphere. That’s right – all of us who want to pawticipate can post a photo of us either wagging a tail or a…
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Right after our guests left and Aunt Becky had cleaned, Aunt Susan arrived all the way from Portland, Oregon! Mama was asleep when she got here. Aunt Susan’s plane was stalled in Chicago becuause POTUS was there, and nobody could leave until he did. So that put Aunt Susan at our house around midnight. Mama had showered with some strange smelling stuff and had changed our sheets and towels, taken her magic pill and boom, we were asleep when Aunt Susan arrived (she knew we might be asleep). The next morning at 3 AM, Mama got up and showered with that strange stuff again. She and Aunt Susan left the house, and I thought they were going to an Estate Sale or yard sailing, but no. Several hours passed, and Aunt Susan came home….without Mama! Where the heck was Mama? Aunt Susan said I paced and paced. She could hear my toenails clicking along on the floor all night as I went from room to room. You know how Mama likes to jump out from behind doors and tries to scare me? That’s what I was thinking as I searched and searched. No Mama. I was pretty irritated. I love my Aunt Susan, but where was Mama?????
The next day, Aunt Susan fed and walked me , and got a very hard time from some of our neighbors. “What are you doing with Skyler?” was something she heard a lot. She said one neighbor really questioned her closely. How did she know Mama? Why was she here with me? When the answer was revealed, that Mama was having Thyroid surgery, and Aunt Susan was here to help, more questions….Why was Mama so secretive about the surgery? Answer: Mama didn’t think anyone would really be interested..it was supposed to be a quick overnight dealio. Key words…Supposed to be.
Aunt Susan left again, and this time she came back with Mama. But Mama wasn’t herself. She smelled weird, I couldn’t climb on her chest, and I couldn’t lick whatever it was that ran across her neck. Mama changed her clothes and quickly got in bed. I was allowed on her lap, and behind her legs. I took those options. Turns out Mama had a very rough time with the anesthesia and a migraine style headache, so she had to spend longer than planned at the hospital. She gave everything they fed her back…in a liquid form. But finally, after she, Aunt Susan and Aunt Michelle argued and threw a bunch of hand grenades, she got the magic shot, slept for two hours and when she awoke, felt a lot better. They still kept her until they were sure she could keep food down. Only then did they let her come home. And get this: When she was in the Recovery Room after the surgery, she looked at her very kind Nurse and said, “Where is my dog? Have you seen my dog?” He said, “Madam, your dog is not here, so sorry, why don’t you just put your head back down and go to sleep? We will have a room for you shortly. I won’t leave you until you get put in a room” And true to his word, he stayed with her until a room was ready, and took her to said room. Once she got home, Aunt Susan and Aunt Michelle bustled around, getting us comfy. They had cooked up some good things for Mama, including crushing up her pills so she could get back to normal. I watched Aunt Susan smacking the pills with the rolling pin and then putting them in Gelato, Tapioca pudding and other good things. Mama got all calm and we went to sleep.
Sadly, when we awoke, it was time for Aunt Susan to got home to Portland. She has a husband and two sweet boys, who I really like, and her husband had to go out of town on a business trip. Mama was so grateful to Aunt Susan for making such a huge journey with such a short turn around time. And she is grateful to Aunt Michelle for always being there for us. We have the best friends and neighbors!
So today marks the tenth day since surgery, and Mama and Aunt Michelle went for the follow up appointment. The good news is that Mama can put Neosporin on her incision. The sort of bad news is that there is more ahead. But now, I am experienced in these matters and can deal. I just know I can. With Aunt Susan and Aunt Michelle of course.
It was a dark and stormy night…… Well, not really. The phone rang this past Sunday, and our sweet Sister In Law (Jeannie) and her husband (John) needed a place to lay their heads. They had driven from CT to their beach house in NC and found it covered in mold. Surprise! So while the mold people were beavering away, they came up here on Sunday and stayed with us until Wednesday. Wednesday morning, bright and early, our house cleaner was coming because we are having company tonight (Thursday) until Sunday, we only have one guest room, and my Auntie Susan was coming all the way from Oregon. Whew! That is a LOT of activity for Mama and me. But it all worked out. There was seeing old friends, buying new pillows and comforters for their beach house – just a lot going on from morning to night. Mama and I are not used to talking that much, or going that hard. We have decided that we are semi-reclusive. Tuesday night, the night before they were to go back to the beach, Jeannie realized that she had lost her phone. MERDE. Mama called around to everywhere they had been, they searched their cars, their pockets, their handbags a gazillion times. Mama Googled Lost Phones. They even tried to find the through GPS. No phone, nada. Reluctantly, they called it a night…..I was drained !
Wednesday morning, Mama got up extra early and started getting ready for our house cleaner. Then she had one of her ideas. When Jeannie came downstairs, Mama said, “Why don’t you get one of those burner phones, like the drug dealers use” ? Jeannie said “What on earth are you talking about”? She’s pretty naïve. So Mama explains that they can get a prepaid phone for the time being, and that became the plan. Meanwhile, here comes Aunty Becky, our house cleaner, with Kristy, her daughter, and there ensued a Marx brothers scene with EVERYONE rushing around, Mama yanking sheets and towels to put in the washer, until Jeannie and John got loaded up and set off for Walmart and then, off to the beach. Jeannie and Aunt Becky hadn’t seen each other since Mama’s little incident a few years back, so they had to do some catching up. Mama had worked herself up into such a tizzy that the suggestion was gently made that she take me for a walk. That means get out of Aunt Becky’s way, because the Mater was driving everyone crazy. Mama took the hint. She walked me, and then she walked herself. WHEW!
We went to bed very early last night.
This morning I had my annual physical. Everything was very sporty with two exceptions. I am one year older than Mama has been telling everyone…I am six for heavens sake. And, my eyes are gradually getting to the point where I could have cataracts. Key word, GRADUALLY. Spin Dogtor said, “Michele, repeat after me – GRADUALLY !” But other than that, I am good to go! As soon as we got home, Mama finished up washing everything in preparation for company. The dishwasher has finished and as soon as this last load of laundry dries, we are going for a well earned walk. And she better not short change me….I had a rough morning at the Spin Dogtor’s what with a heartworm vaccine, and that physical. I was given four dog treats whilst there, but that’s because they all think I am so cute. And I am. I am a VERY GOOD DOG. And I can’t wait to see my Aunt Susan!
All portraits by Addren Doss Fine Art
This is Josh (above). He was Mama’s very first Scottie. She drove round trip to Knoxville to get him. He was a gift, and at the time, was being boarded in a kennel there. Mama was told that he was the only Scottie in the Kennel wearing a collar. She couldn’t get the Kennel lights to turn on, so she went to every run, and felt everybody’s neck, until she came to Josh. Then, the gate wouldn’t open, so she climbed over, picked him up, climbed back over, and they got out of that situation. She said “Want to blow this popscicle shack?” And he did. He hopped right in the back seat, and then worked his way to the front. Mama had brought a crate, but Josh said he didn’t need it, he would just sit in the passenger seat and be just fine. And he was. Mama and Josh had wonderful times together for quite a few years, until he developed Addison’s. They struggled with that until Josh said that they had done all that could be done, and he was ready for the Bridge. So Mama bought him a ticket and cried the Grand Canyon twenty gazillion times over. After an extended period of sadness, Mama was given another gift by the same friends.
His name was Noah.
Mama and PawPaw drove to Nashville to get Noah. They spent the night going to and from Nashville at the only Motel they could find that accepted dogs. It was in Newport, on the North Carolina side of Knoxville…..they new nothing about Newport other than they could all spend the night. After picking up Noah, Mama went towards the kitchen area to get Noah a bowl, and was told not to go in, there was a Church service going on and they “hadn’t put the snakes away yet.” Even Mama was floored…”Snakes? Really?????? I mean REALLY ???. “Oh yes, snakes”, said the Clerk. ” This is a snake handling town”. Mama went back to the room and told PawPaw that they needed to leave for home just as soon as they woke up the next morning. And they did. Noah and Mama had many happy years together.
One day, a lady ran a red light and T Boned Mama. This is what her Volvo looked like after everything was said and done. So Mama had to be away from Noah for several weeks, although towards the end, he was allowed to visit her in hospital. Then, when she got home, he only left her bedside to go for a walk or to tinkle.
Finally, Mama could get up and practice walking with a walker, then walk on her own. . Noah was right there. About three months after Mama started walking and driving again, she felt that something was wrong with Noah, but she couldn’t put her finger on it, so they went off to Dr. Pokey’s. Mama could hear him saying, ” SHIT SHIT SHIT” from behind the door . He came in, told Mama that Noah had a bladder full of tumors, and they needed to go to the Specialty Vet. And so they did. 24 hours after being admitted, Noah told Mama that he needed to go to the Bridge. So she bought him a ticket, came home and had the biggest meltdown PawPaw had ever seen. This went on for months. Finally, Mama said she was ready for another dog, and she was pawsitive she wanted another Scottie. So the same friends who had given her Josh and Noah put her in touch with the Alabama Scottish Terrier Rescue Association, and voila, one rainy day when Mama had really been emotional, her phone rang and long story short, I was available, and when could she and PawPaw come get me?
They got in PawPaw’s car and drove to Atlanta to pick me up. I wasn’t feeling so hot, because I had been surrendered to Dr Pokey, then chipped, neutered and had a raging ear infection. My Auntie Kate, who I was surrendered to, visited me several times, and really liked me, so she emailed back and forth with Mama, telling her how sweet I was. But that morning, when they came to pick me up first thing at Dr. Light’s, I was a limp noodle. Mama stopped by my crate and told me that things were going to get better, but I was in a daze. Also, the woman who surrendered me didn’t like the Scottie cut, so I had been groomed like a Westie! I did look pretty strange and was greasy from the ear meds, but they didn’t seem to care. Mama wrote the Vet a check, PawPaw picked me up, put me in Noah’s crate in the back of the Tahoe and away we went. I wouldn’t drink any water, and barely tinkled on the way home. I was very aloof. But once we got home, I perked up. Mama sez I ran up the stairs, jumped on their bed, ran downstairs, bounced on all the furniture that I could get on…..I was transformed! The very first day I was home alone with PawPaw, he forgot I was there, and left a door to the outside cracked. I was out like a shot. The poor man spent an hour looking for me and trying to figure out how he was going to tell Mama that her dog was gone. But when he got back home, there I was, sitting in the front yard waiting on him. I had just wanted to check out my new neighborhood! Happily, he did see the humor….I think he was just flat relieved frankly. Initially, I did favor PawPaw, because he was at home with me all day, and slipped me treats. Mama was good for paying the Vet bills, buying my food and such. NOTE: Until she came up with my name, she called me George, and I was down with that. Neither of us liked my original name. But we all liked the name she came up with ( she said she had to be around me to create a name). Little did we know, after just a very few months, PawPaw asked to go to the Bridge (he had been very ill) and Mama bought him a ticket. From that time on, it has been us two. We were very sad together for a very long time (we are doing some better, but boy, has it been hard work, even with all of our dear friends) Now that I think about it, Fate must have put us together, based on the timing and all, cause we turned out to be like peas and carrots ! Thanks Auntie Frances and Auntie Kate !
I am a very good traveler and guest, so we are on the go a lot. This past Summer, I was described to be “very chill”. Well, that’s my story. Mama hopes we can hang together for many more years, and I do too. That woman is flat crazy sometimes, and she needs me to calm her down. I went from being a little dog with a bad ear infection with no home, to a little dog with a home, tons of wonderful friends, a Facebook page, and a blog! I think everything worked out just fine!
Till next time,