Thursday, December 15, 2011
So, Happy Holidays to my family and friends not here with us this season! You all are very much missed - I swear, if anyone else thinks about moving, I'm going to have to come hunt you down and drag you back :)<
Merry, merry, joy, joy!
Monday, September 26, 2011
And because we wanted to avoid the presidental motorcade crap, we drove home the loooong way, over the top of Lake Washington. We headed north instead of south and had a very nice Sunday drive. We came up around through Woodinville and then Redmond, so of course we had to stop at Marymore Park and let Gizmo romp there. He is such a joy to watch run around and play with the other dogs. I swear we see him smile. Big. And then we get him home around 6ish and he proceeds to pretty much nap the evening away. All that fresh air and exercise - we need to do that more often.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
I certainly hope our Gizmo will be gentleman about sharing his space and his mamas. He's so sweet natured, though - I just know this is going to be a success.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Special K, as grieving therapy, was looking through the petfinders and craigslist sites, looking at all the available pups out there. She knew I didn't want another - she was of the same mind. Then we found this one. This is Gizmo. A 5-year old Westie Special K found on craigslist. On the Wednesday after Sparks left us. It was if he sent this one to us, saying "here's the boy you thought you were getting when you took me." I answered the ad; agreed to a meet and greet at a park close by on the following Saturday. In my heart, I thought, no dice - there isn't any replacement for Sparks.
So we go to the park on Saturday. And we meet "Yayo" and his little family. They have a 2 1/2 year terror, she was going back to school as well as working full time and they decided they could "no longer care" for "Yayo." I asked what Yayo meant (they're Asian - I figured it was a word for something), but she said she just made it up. Long story short (I know; too late); we loved him and he seemed to like us.
So we took him home. His birthday is February 9, 2006. His pedigree papers say so. They also say his birth name was Gizmo yada yada yada something Westie. Gizmo isn't much of an improvement over Yayo, but it kinda sounds the same and that's what we've been calling him. The name has grown me, much as Sparky had (he came with that name; didn't like it either. I always wanted a Westie named Sebastian or Basil; something a little more sophisticated, as that's how I picture the breed - not Three Stooges kinda names lol But I have to admit; they fit better than the ones I wanted).
He came with issues - like drinking copious amounts of water and peeing everywhere. And pooping. Everywhere. Inside. Should have had a clue when she handed me his leash, his medical and birth/purchase records, a toy and two pee pads. I thought it odd; no bed, no crate, no food bowl, no left-over dog food. Pee pads. Uh, huh. Found out why. But then she also shared that they kept him crated during the day while they were at work and at night while they slept. That's two-thirds of the day.
Because of these issues, we decided to crate him too, while we were at work. Monday, I came home on my lunch to let him out and to romp with him, give him some water and some lovin'. Tuesday, same thing. But when I went to put him back into the crate, I noticed the fluffy towel I had in there was shoved to the back, so I reached in to pull it forward and, ewwwwww, it was soaked.
I've always read and heard that dogs won't mess where they're confined. Not true. That towel was soaked in urine. No wonder the bottom half of this dog is yellow. He was made to sit in his own urine every day. Poor guy. We were so worried with the amount of water he was drinking and the amount he was peeing that we took him to the vet to have him checked out. Had blood work done. Urine and stool analysis; we figured if he had diabetes or some other disease, we couldn't afford to keep him. We wouldn't give him back to the family as we had agreed if we decided we weren't going to keep him, though - I'm thinking how they "cared" for him was border-line abuse. We would have surrendered him up to the NW Westie Rescue folks.
Never came to that, though - he got a clean bill of health. It's all in his head. Because it appeared they limited his access to water. And after a week, we noticed the drinking slowed down. So of course, the peeing did, too. He figured out that water was plentiful and always available, so he doesn't need to drink it like it's going out of style. Plus, he's so smart and we've been working hard to get him outside every chance we could. Here we are, almost 3 weeks later, and he's pretty much house trained. We leave two pee pads out for him, just in case, but he hasn't pooped in the house in over a week. He does get up in the night to go pee, but now he pees on the pad. Such a good, smart boy.
And he is the total opposite of Sparks - very affectionate (almost too much - always wants your lap if you're sitting), very alert, very active. Such a joy. Not that Sparks wasn't - just in a very different way. And he seems very happy with us - probably very grateful we have no rugrats in the house (while at the park that first day, we saw the toddler yank at his ears, kick him in the ribs and the mother told us that he kept trying to ride the dog like a pony, so yeah, I'd say he's real happy there are no little ones in our house.) He's a keeper. One thing that tells me that Sparks sent Gizmo to us - when I went to the craigslist ad to respond to it a second time (they didn't answer the first one); I noted that their ad was posted on March 7th.
That's the day Sparks left us.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I looked it up on the Internet – it can be a number of things, but the one that fits is that he’s having some sort of seizure and then the walking comes. He had a total blood work-up done about 6 mos ago, but it looks like we need to do that again and see what’s up. I certainly hope this is treatable.
Some of the other senarios: he's in pain and trying to walk away from it. Animals do that - weird, huh? Their brain can't comprehend that one cannot walk away from pain. Don't think that's it, though - he's not wimpering. And it could be part of the dementia/blindness thing. I guess I shouldn't try to guess and just get his furry little white butt to the vet and find out for sure. Won't be Banfields - fed up with those folks.
Just really hope it's treatable and that he's not in any pain that he cannot tell us about. I really truly do hope the Rainbow Bridge is real and that one day, he'll be able to share stuff with us. So frustrating not knowing what he's thinking and feeling.
Dr. Doolittle, where are you when I need you?
Friday, February 4, 2011
Nothing really new. My New Year's resolution lasted about a week and a half. Off again; on again. I am being more careful; not buying boxes of donuts and not having wine every night - just on the weekends... and maybe Thursday :) Trying to cut out at least the snacking. My pants still fit, so for now, that's working.
Yes, I'd like to lose the 40 I put on, but I keep having to remind myself that I am still 115 pounds less than I once was. In my mind, I'm totally all fat again - it's amazing how your mind can mess with you. I put on a Packer (GO PACK!) turtleneck this morning, thinking it was going to be way too tight (it's an XL). We bought it years ago on a trip to Milwaukee and it was half off and it was the largest size they had. At that time, it was painful to wear, it was so tight, but I did, under my Farve jersey (that was when we went for the Seahawk/Pack game at Lambeau field, so we're talking 8 years ago or so). Well, guess what - it fits; if anything, it's a little big! And the Farve jersey I'm wearing today - it's huge! So I'm not as big as I think I am in my head.
Co-hosting a SBS party at Mr. T's house on Sunday - very small group this year. Only 4 of us with 2 dropping in for a short while. T&J, we'll miss you :(
Can't believe that whoever is responsible for scheduling these things scheduled a nation-wide event such as the Super Bowl to start at 6;30 at night (which makes it 3:30 PST). Don't they realize folks gotta work the next day? How smart is that? Either schedule it for a Saturday, where it doesn't matter or have it earlier in the day.
Man, just got my pc "migrated" from one server to another - pain in the ass; don't like it one bit. Now my e-mail's all screwed up.
That's it - I'm done. It's the weekend; I'm taking Monday off! You all have a great weekend and of course,
GO PACK GO!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
It's being harder than I hoped it would be, with my new mental resolve. I have not had anything with sugar (meaning, chocolates, cookies, donuts, cakes) all week and I've been eating well - salads, fruits, soups. No wine or any other alcoholic libations. In the evening, I nurse a cup of coffee so I feel I'm having "something," but I still need a munchy something or other. One night it was some Gouda cheese & a few crackers, others - a little handful of stick pretzels. I'd rather not be eating that time of night, but if I don't it'll roll over into something bigger, so I have to be satisfied that this is what's working. I am such a sugar addict, though - I'm really missing my pastries/cookies - also my squishy-white-bread sandwiches; such a big no-no!
Last night I made BLTs for Special K - she got hers on a Kaiser roll; I got mine as a lettuce wrap - piece of bacon, smidgen of mayo (I was going to buy the "lite" but I just couldn't bring myself to do it), nice tomato slices all wrapped up in a nice lettuce leaf. Had two of those - very satisfying. Didn't miss the bread then at all. I'm making baked gnocchi with Italian sausage tonight - eating lighter during the day so I can have a few - just going to skip the melted cheese & the sausage. The sausage; no big deal - never cared for Italian sausage much, but it will be hard to pass up the melted cheese! I bought oranges, though; going to cut one up and snack on that after dinner; hopefully that will satisfy my sweet tooth.
Started a food diary again; it really helps to jot down every little single thing that goes into my mouth to see how the calories can add up. I'm averaging 1000 - 1100 calories a day. I know I will have to cut even further in a week or so, to see more weight drop off, but I figured I'd ease myself back into the right routine.
The cookie isn't winning this time.
Monday, January 3, 2011
A new resolve and so far, so good. Had plenty of opportunity today to blow it and I haven't. Had my yogurt & cereal for breakfast (instead of the sandwich I've been accustomed to) - had a protein bar at about 11:00 and just now have a spring green salad with light honey mustard (Newman's Own - killer dressing). My boss asked me to provide lunch for a meeting today; typically, that means lunch for me, too, but I didn't order myself one. And then, just now, had an errand to run with Special K and she wants Mickey D for lunch. Damn, I really could have gone for some fries, but no, I didn't order any :)
Let's see how long this lasts. I just have to remember to how good it felt to feel my hip bones and my collar bones and how much easier the stairs were (they're still OK - I've kept the habit of using the stairs as opposed to taking the elevator, but I've noticed the last month or so, that I feel my upper thighs a lot more than I have been). I have to remember how good it felt to fit in smaller sized clothing. I had to go buy a few pair of pants and I bought 16s (I now know not to get rid of everything big - stuff happens, right?). I'm fitting into XL shirts - my L's are a bit tight and not comfortable. Some don't fit at all, like my pretty purple vest that I loved so much that first winter.
But I am determined. I've read that many gastric bypass patients have a weight gain the first few years out, but then they get back on track and lose it again. And since the good doctor said my pouch isn't horribly stretched out, I feel it's totally doable.
And I need to find someway to exercise, since the Sparkster can't go that far anymore, even if it's just going for a walk by myself, and I know exercise is key. Going to be 52 next month - wanna keep all mobile for as long as I can.
2008 was the year of the "new" me; 2011 will be the year that "new" me comes back :)