Happy New Year!

I must admit that I am more than happy to start the new year.  Don’t get me wrong, for the most part 2018 was just fine… up until the end, specifically just before Christmas week.

Thinking back, maybe I should have taken it as some sort of omen when I had no desire in the weeks leading up to Christmas to decorate the house, or bake, or do any of the usual Christmasy things.

My Christmas decorating this year consisted of bringing in the artificial Christmas tree in it’s bag from the garage, setting the bag down in the dining room, leaving it there for 3 weeks, and carrying it back out to the garage.

I didn’t even listen to any of my usual Christmas CD’s.   I did watch a few Christmas movies, but not all of my favorites, and most importantly, I skipped “It’s a Wonderful Life”.  Yeah, I should have known something wasn’t right.

Then, the week just prior to Christmas, I was slammed with a massive migraine headache.  I haven’t had a doozy like that for years.  It lasted 3 days, and just when I thought I was out of the woods, I got food poisoning (or so I thought).   It seemed to be subsiding, but then OH NO!

Just when I thought I was out…it pulled me back in (thank you, Michael Corleone). It slowly dawned on me that maybe what I actually had was the stomach flu.

Each day brought new and interesting adventures.  What will it be today?  Fever? Nausea? Diarrhea? Vomiting?  Maybe some sort of new combo we haven’t had yet?   Turns out, the possibilities were endless!  Can I eat today? NOPE!  Nice try – hahahaha silly girl, here’s more diarrhea for ya!

Are you feeling ok mom?

I began a very close and personal 10 day relationship with my toilet.  It was there for me when I needed it, every time, without fail.  “Come to me my weary friend, and rest your hot feverish brow on my cool white porcelain.”  I felt I was in good hands with the porcelain prince, and my beloved bed (a.k.a. my sleep nest).  My sleep nest is the only cure when I have a migraine, so over the years we have established a strong emotional bond.  Yes, between the two of them, I was well cared for.  We spent a lot of time together this Christmas season.

This may sound odd, but believe me, given the choice, I’d take the hell of that stomach flu over a bad migraine, any day.   The pain with a migraine is relentless.  At least with the flu, in between bouts of visiting my beloved porcelain prince, and napping, or more accurately, collapsing in a heap in my nest, I could tend to the needs of the dogs, cats, and birds.  I think it goes without saying that house work was LOW priority (but truth be told that’s nothing new).  General messiness, and floating dog hair is just kind of a given around here.

The dogs were incredibly good.  They were quiet, cooperative, there to cuddle when I needed it, and overall quite attentive to me.  Or maybe they just appreciated that I finally figured out what being a member of the pack really means… sleeping as much as possible during the day.  Whenever I would sit with them after stumbling out of the bedroom they would all gather around to carefully smell me.  People kept telling me “Oh, they know you’re  sick and want to take care of you!” 

Uhhh, maybe, or maybe they just liked it that after several days without a shower I was, let’s say, rather pungent…”Mmmm, you smell really bad mom, but you know, in a good way!  Let me take another whiff just for good measure.  Yep, stinky stuff, awesome!  You really are becoming one of us!”

I was still in bed on Christmas Eve, and all day on Christmas day too.  It was the suckiest Christmas ever *cue violins*

My totally pathetic Christmas dinner

POOOOR me.  Nah, not really.  I had everything I needed, including family and friends checking up on me by phone.  I just hunkered down and waited it out.  It was unpleasant, but I mean, it had to end at some point right?  RIGHT! And it did! Whew!  I am happy to report that I am now fully recovered, and it is all just a sad memory.

Lesson learned.  Next year I plan to start decorating for Christmas immediately after Halloween.


Everybody loves Nemo

This week we celebrated the 6 year anniversary of Nemo’s “gotcha” day.  The day that I adopted him from Wright-Way Rescue.  I have since adopted several wonderful dogs from Wright-Way, but Nemo was the first.

Nemo’s adoption photo. Awww, how cute and he was so little!

His litter had been given Christmas names like holly, wreath, candy-cane etc.   They must have run out of creative ideas because Nemo’s original name was Ornament…really? Ornament?   Ok, well not really a problem since I always change rescue dogs names when I adopt them.  One of our mottos here in The Land of Misfit Dogs is “new life, new name!”

I’ll admit I did name him after the fish from the movie Finding Nemo.  He was the same colors, and it seemed to fit him.  Nemo is very sweet, and friendly with people and dogs alike.  He is a favorite with people who visit.  You can see the sweetness in his face.


Probably the thing I love most about him is seeing how much the other dogs love him.


Truly, everybody loves Nemo…



I want to thank all of you who conveyed such heartfelt condolences regarding the loss of my beloved extra freezer.  It’s nice to know that in a world that sometimes seems fraught with apathy and unkindness that an appliance alliance prevails.

It’s a bit too soon to know if I will consider another freezer.  Somehow, it seems like a slap in the face to the behemoth.  I may just get rid of the stupid little fridge with the teensy midget freezer, and buy another side by side.  Truth be told, I probably need more time to grieve before I make any big decisions.

In other news…  I have a few new fur munchkins that I will soon share pictures of.  They arrived early last month and have been getting settled in, which includes being spayed, neutered, and updated on other vet care, in addition to acclimating to the pack.  All in all, so far, so good!

To be clear, I was not looking to adopt more dogs, but as we all know, sometimes fate has other plans.  I was contacted by an acquaintance, and told that sadly the owner of several small dogs had passed away, and lets just say, things were not good.  Long story short, they needed somewhere to go.  Not going to dwell on the details.   Remember, here in The Land of Misfit Dogs, we don’t rehash our sad stories of the past.  Instead, we focus on how wonderful life can be going forward.

As I said, the newbies are “littles” and I pretty much always have room for a few more of those.   I guess I have to stop kidding myself when I say I’m not going to take in any more dogs.  I think a more accurate statement would be, I’m not planning on taking in any more dogs.  Yeah, that’s it…that’s the ticket!  I’m not going to worry about it, things always have a way of working out.

For now I will leave you with a photo of my stellar boy, Rex.  I purchased a new camera a while back, and it’s taken me a little time to get used to.  I’m still fiddling around with most of the buttons and settings, but I’m getting the hang of it.  We all know how much I LOVE to take photos of my dogs!  I only have around 5,000 (or more) photos of my dogs.  NO I’m not kidding.   I’d like to get in the habit of posting here more, so maybe now and then I’ll just post photos!!

My happy boy