Someone?

 

Someone you love is someone who

Once was very special to you

Touched your heart your soul your mind

Helped you to be the one to find

Someone you love is someone who

Was twice the longing to be so true

Unlocked the places of your very soul

That put you on your path to be whole

Someone you love is someone who

So many times showed how much you grew

From not knowing all you could be

Escaping abuse to becoming free

Someone you love is someone who

May or may not still love you

Even when they know it from the start

Cease to recall you gave them a piece of your heart

PJ & The Next Phase

For several years, I have been wishing for, sometimes talking about "my dream".

What is my dream? 

It's simple, really, it's also complex in some ways.

Remaining single allows me to choose my own destiny, mostly. My own life path, working toward what will give me the most happiness. I already have the first part.

My dream dog, PJ. Shortened version of Poseiden Jack.

It takes time to make personal dreams into reality. The whole dream life is:

A Doberman Puppy. ✔ 

A custom dream house (process started!)

A horse of my own.

My plan is to move further south, to live near the ocean, going to the beach when the weather allows. An architect is drawing up the plans & calculating the cost of my dream home.

4 Master Bedrooms, a great room, a small sitting room, spacious kitchen, a dining room that can seat up to 12 people.

It takes time, diligence, patience. Having lots of patience is my forte'.

Being a passionate needleworker has built the quality of patience for me.

Some people will say that it takes a lot of patience to do the detailed, heirloom quality needlework that I do. While it may be a person that had patience to start with, that does this. My experience was more like, I wasn't a patient person. 

Needlework built my patience.

This is the most recent project I finished.

The title is Gift of Peace from Lavender & Lace Designs. The designer is Marilyn Leavitt Imblum (RIP August 2012).

I stitched it on antique white 32 Belfast linen. I made a few changes to suit my taste. The shiny coin is a US quarter to show scale. The little white bird he is holding is a dove, symbol of peace.

Isn't he lovely!

Looking back at the designs I used to work from, many that required more skill were intimidating to me. Now, they are easy, diving in is fun, exciting. Time consuming, yes. I love it!

PJs bedtime is 2030 hrs.

Yep, just like a child, he has a bedtime routine. I cuddle him, read to him, give him a small snack. Then, put his blanky & pacifier in his crate. He makes a nest with his blanky, starts suckling it. Soon, he's snoring, making puppy like suckling noises. 

So precious.

Did I mention that I love this dog so much!

He is similar to having a child in so many ways. Relishing each life stage, he goes through as it goes faster than a human baby. Today had its ups & downs. 

Usually, I rise from my bed, get dressed, take vitamins, make PJs food. I get him from his crate, take him out to go potty, come in, he eats his breakfast while I check emails.

After that, he has finished his food, we go to the dog park. I don't want a yard full of doggie-doo, going to the dog park, I pick up after him. It's the law!

Well, today had a few "surprises".

PJ tried to tell me, I was less tuned in than I ought to have been. He was very quiet in the back seat. Usually, he is excited & squealing on the way to the dog park.

Then, I smelled it and it wasn't a dog fart.

Mmm Hmm.

Thankfully it was solid. First time for everything. It could have been much worse than it was. This, I fully realize.

Dog poo in the car!

I love my dog.

I love my dog.

He knew he was guilty, I knew I was just as guilty as I cleaned up the small mess in the back seat. I wasn't taking his cue as I ought to have. Wet wipes to the rescue.

Once I took care of things, PJ was happily running the length of the dog park. Front gate to back fence over then over again.

He is just so beautiful. I would say poetry in motion, he is more like a wild stallion running like the wind.

It was someone else who noticed.

Usually, I walk the whole time PJ & I are at the park. 10 - 20 laps.

I was at the back of the park when I saw someone come to the front gate then enter the park. PJ was there in a flash!

It was a guy who had been admiring PJ for awhile. Getting to the front, he told me how beautiful PJ is & who had trained him then where he could get a Doberman as beautiful as PJ.

At that moment, I was so proud. 

All the dog poo in the car that I had cleaned up ceased to matter.

I put PJ through some of his commands. The guy was so impressed.

Then, I let him know that I had put a lot of work into him. That I began training PJ when he was 10 weeks of age, that he was presently 14 months of age. That I had taken 2 weeks off of work, froze my gym membership for 3 months. Just so PJ & I could adjust to each other then I could start training him. I slept by his crate with a pillow & blanket. He cried less in his crate though he still cried. After 2 months he actually loved his crate, went in voluntarily, no commands or coaxing needed.

It took time, effort, patience, cleaning up messes. 

PJ IS a great dog, he became a well-trained dog because I trained him, myself.

Telling the guy who the breeder was that I bought PJ from, that it was a process, that it would take a bit of time. He seemed to be the patient type of person. Maybe, in time, I will see him at the dog park where our dobies can play together.

Help The World

 

If you buy drinks in multiples, held together by the thin plastic that holds them together, have you given much thought to it? Sure, it's a nifty invention for people. It's so much more.

So many useful things can be made from upcycling these. By fastening several of these together, a volleyball net can be made, a replacement for a basketball net. A small net to hang in the corner of a child's room or a playroom to store toys that are not being played with.

So many uses!

If none of these or any other uses apply or appeal to you, here is something to think about. When you dispose of the plastic item, it will most likely end up in a landfill or dump. Wild animals go into these areas looking for food. Those plastic rings can be deadly. Before disposing of them, to be kind to wildlife, cut the rings so that it can't be wrapped around a wild bird or animal, choking the creature or hobbling them or worse.

It only takes a minute or so to snip the plastic rings, save an animal.

The animal kingdom is so diverse. Everyone knows that in 4 season climates, birds will gather in autumn to fly south for the winter. Many animals also hibernate during winter. While it's a kind action to take, to put food out for birds. Putting the food out too early can hinder the instinct to fly south.

Animals are tender creatures. Wild animals as well as domestic. They are all at the mercy of human beings. When we think of them, their welfare, their lives, their food sources. 

It's best to be thoughtful. Best to be kind.

Hot Aussie Theory

I know which show I'm going to on my next trip to Vegas.

This is a combo post of history & my own personal theory. Two in one, how about that.

People may know that between 1788 - 1868 Great Britain sent over 162,000 people who had committed crimes, to Australia. In 1833 alone, 7,000 people were transported on large prison ships of which only 5,000 survived. The ships were cramped, uncomfortable. 

Rats & other disease carrying pests tended to overpopulate on the long seafaring voyages.

Prisoners who were thought to be dangerous, violent, belligerent were shackled or otherwise immobilized for long stretches of time. Food was scarce, the quality of it was poor, much of it was spoiled or stale. The crew & prisoners ate it anyway. 

Many of these male criminals fit in with the extremely attractive bad boy look & personality. Way to go Great Britain. 

Unload thousands of hot looking criminals to one big continent. 

Let them seed & breed, battle it out with each other. Let them crank out insanely attractive progeny who may or may not turn to criminal behavior as they become adolescents, then, adults. Most children follow their parents' example as a way to conduct themselves. A handful will choose a different life whether for the better or the other.

Granted, many of the ones sent packing committed minor infractions, sending them away was a way to rid England of all levels of riff raff. From --->the teenager who had no food, was so hungry she or he grabbed something, ate it without paying for it.

To ---> the drunk person (male or female) who had caused a public ruckus over & over, causing malcontent amongst the other people.

Off to Aussieland with you and don't come back

As most of the non-indigenous people arrived, began to procreate. Many people, at least in attractiveness, hit the genetic jackpot so much so that the continent began to be populated with such good-looking people that the word began to spread. The tales of men going into a tavern where each serving wench was even more comely than the one before. Ladies who had been to Australia would trade titillating gossip away from where the menfolk could hear. 

Talk of very muscular men with no shirt also no fear. They were still mostly in possession of decent manners as well as a chivalrous attitude toward those of the fairer gender.

The last prison ship arrived in Australia in January 1867 in the Freemantle. 267 souls aboard. It marked the end of 80 years of shipping even the mildest of offenders to Australia still under the rule of Great Britain.

Let's attempt to flip the deporting of criminals to Australia on its butt.

There are those out there who believe that the criminals never made it to Australia. The claim is that the ships, laden with minor to serious offenders, were instructed to sail far from land. So that if the prisoners were dumped into the ocean, their chances of reaching land were most unlikely. Then, the prisoners were dumped into the ocean.

The conspiracy theory is that there were well concocted lies, forged documents by government officials. Furthermore, it's proposed that the Aussies who verify that their ancestors were shipped to Australia are well paid actors/actresses. More recently AI generated personas have been created to further attempt to support that the prisoners were deposited in Australia, not dumped into the ocean.

This is just a theory, albeit a terrible one, it has never been proved nor disproved.

Whatever the theory is, there have been a positive disproportionate number of hot hot Aussies. They were considered British subjects until 1984 after which the people of Australia were considered to be simply, Australian Citizens. Great Britain had colonized Australia in the past. Aussie government plus many citizens wanted to break free from being under British rule. It was time.

There are so many reasons as to why Australia & many people from there are so appealing. The weather tends to be very comfortable. The population of the continent as a whole is lower than other continents with the same land mass. Australians mostly enjoy a laid-back lifestyle. There are plenty of beaches along with perfect beach weather. This gives so many people who live there, a natural glow from the year round mostly sunny weather.

One aspect it seems mandatory to mention is the Australian accent or Australian English. Granted, not all people like the way it sounds. Some peeps don't like the way Aussies sound, oh, but most peeps do!

(see what I did?)

The sound is unmistakable. The terminology is also unique.

Here's an easy to remember one - Aussie! An Australian citizen.

Brolly - Umbrella\

Barbie - BBQ

Fair Dinkum - Straight Forward

Avo - Avocado

Legless - Someone who is very intoxicated

Pissed - Intoxicated or drunk

Stubby - A bottle of Beer

Clucky - Maternal

Coppers - Police Men

Drongo - A fool or someone acting like one

(Don't be a drongo, mate!)

Footy - Football

Root Rat - A nympho, especially a guy

Sheila - A woman

Up Yourself - Snobby or stuck up

Roos loose in the top paddock - Crazy or a bit wacky

Budgie Smugglers - Speedo swimsuit

Bruce - An Aussie guy

Some of these you may have heard before as so many have been adopted outside of Australia. Some of them make sense, some make no sense unless you're a bloke or a sheila.

The Cardigan

 

Quite often that which is passed down father to son or mother to daughter is done so without the successive owners knowing "the story". Oh, everyone, every place, everything has a story.

In my short life, there are plenty of stories. True stories.

Being the lowest rank in the USAF, fresh out of BMT, my first base was Hickam AB, Honolulu, Hawai'i. I know. Pua ting, you.

As having very much of my own money was new to me, it was a new discovering of what I liked, shaping my own personal style. 

As many people know, Hawai'i is a warm, humid, tropical climate.

With that said, I went into the Hickam AB, BX (Base Exchange) one day, I saw a small rack of hand crocheted cardigans. To me, they were elegant, light. Perfect as a light cardigan for evenings out on the town.

Alas, the price was more than I could afford.

Being the very lowest rank in the USAF had certain benefits. Benefits such as being given the benefit of the doubt for any faux pas due to my rank & inexperience. One of those benefits was not a higher salary. The cardigan had captured my attention. Trying it on felt so nice. It was a very lightweight elegant wrap. The softness of the lacy crocheted pattern against the backs of my arms was equally nice. Still, I didn't have enough $$ to justify spending so much on something that was more of a want, less of a need.

It's granted that my basic needs were provided for.

Housing (barracks life, ugh)

Meals (Chow hall!)

Uniforms (USAF baby!)

Utilities (AC can be pricy)

Still, I was only 19, had never been taught how to manage money. At that time, I would spend close to my entire salary in the first week of the month.

Oops!

Still had a lot to learn about impulse spending, money management. Skills that had been taught to many of my peers weren't taught to me as they ought to have been.

Every chance I got, I went into the BX to try the cardigan on, tried to talk myself into buying one in my size. There were several, maybe 20 of the cardigans in different sizes. It seemed that one in my size would be around for a while. What had escaped my notice was that someone was watching me. Every time I went in, to try the cardigan on, someone was watching me.

After a month & 1/2 or so, I went into the BX to try a cardigan on, possibly, finally, buy one. As I went to the rack where they were there before. They were all gone. Looking around, hoping they had only been moved, my heart sank. Please keep in mind, I was only 19. Also, it felt as if I was less mature than my peers. Looking without finding the cardigan was far from the end of the world.

For me, it was a deep let down.

As hard as I fought it, a couple tears slipped down my face. The person who had been watching me, approached, asked me if I needed to sit for a moment. He guided me to a place with a small table & 2 chairs, asked me to wait there for him to come back.

It was a bit perplexing, still, I had the time to sit for a few minutes.

After a short time, the guy reappeared, walked toward me. He had the cardigan that was just my size, in his hands. Unsure of what was happening, I asked him where he had found it. I told him that my rank was very low, that I had wanted the cardigan very much, couldn't afford it.

As it turned out, he was the manager of the BX.

He held the price tag up, turned it over, wrote $1.00 on it. A price I could easily afford. He smiled, I grinned great big, a couple of happy tears slipped down my face.

He accompanied me to the register where he told the cashier that he had okayed the discount.

I was so overjoyed, although I was just going to the beach that day, I wore the beautiful cardigan over my hot pink bikini. It was perfect, so versatile it could be worn just about anywhere. With a bikini, jeans & tee or an evening gown.

I was to go out with a guy I had been spending time with later in the day. The cardigan would be perfect.

When my guy picked me up, he handed a dozen white roses to me as he had every time we went out. He complimented me on how beautiful the cardigan looked on me. If it was possible it made me like him a bit more, even like the cardigan a bit more.

He was such a great guy, the times he and I spent together were fun, memorable. It seemed that the good feelings between us had somewhat transferred to how I felt about the cardigan.

Fast forward.

My eldest daughter saw the cardigan in my closet, one day, really liked it. Earlier I had loaned it to another girl who hadn't been very careful with it. Some of the threads in the back had been burned by a cigarette while she had it. I wanted it to be perfect for my daughter

After asking around a bit, a lady whom I knew to be a master at crochet, agreed to repair it for me. She did such a great job it looked just as pristine as it did the day that I bought it. 

My eldest daughter began wearing the cardigan a lot. As something that sometimes happens, she regarded it as hers. It was time for me to let go of the cardigan along with the memories I attached to it. Letting go of the cardigan, while still keeping the memories in my heart.

My daughter didn't know the circumstance of my longing for the cardigan or the kindness of the BX manager. She, also, never knew about the hot guy I had dated & that I wore the cardigan every time I went out with him. She and I are not on speaking terms, as sometimes happens when adult children no longer need nor care about their parents. It's more about her husbands disrespectful treatment of me than anything. I divorced her father, who was abusive, who had treated me that way, I won't accept it from a SIL.

If she reads my blogs, which I doubt she does, she will see the circumstances plus, what it was that made me feel such fondness for the beautiful, timeless cardigan.

Maybe, someday, she will eventually pass it on, as well.

Recently, while shopping online, on Etsy, I saw it!

An exact match of the beautiful cardigan I had bought so long ago. It's 100% certain that it isn't the one my daughter inherited from me.

Yes, I bought it.

Yes, it's just as beautiful though it was more than $1.00.

With bated breath, I waited for my treasured cardigan to arrive. After it was delivered to my front porch, I took it inside. 

With my heart pounding, carefully unwrapping it.

The seller had generously included 2 more pieces with it. This cardigan is just as beautiful as the one I had passed down. Maybe, this one was passed down or will be passed down to someone who fancies it as much as I do. Different reasons, it's also just as elegant, versatile, timeless as the first one was.

Monogamy From The Heart

 If you have been reading my blog (no obligation) you might see that I have started many projects. Specifically, needlework projects. When I hit a rough time in life, I start a new project. It gives me the same sensation as falling in love.

An aunt whom I dearly love has said that people don't fall in love, they fall in horse crap, just don't know the difference.

In my particular attitude I probably have fallen in love with a project so many times I could start my own stable.

As it's the case, later in my stitching time, I learned to stick to one project to completion. Currently, Gift of Peace by Marilyn Leavitt Imblum of Lavender & Lace Designs. I started this design so long ago, truly, I don't remember when. It was misplaced.

I love it so much. Though I hadn't finished the first one, I started it again. This time around I finished it, sent it off to a professional framers to celebrate my win. While going through possessions, I found it. The first one. This time around, I'm sticking to this one project until completion.

It's easier to be faithful in a relationship than it is for me to stick to one project at a time. So far, I'm sticking to it. The different shades of red, the similar shades of white & ecru. It was a bit monotonous as relationships can often become. It became a bit boring. Still, I am sticking with it.

Why?

Because I want to complete this. Want to finish what I started.

In this dishonorable, in this disposable world?

Methinks it is.

There is a phrase that comes to mind.

"Why is it that when half begun creative joys diminish. It's more exciting to begin again than it ever is to finish."

That's saying it all, that's the belief, anyway.

It's a saying, a belief that it's necessary for me to detach from.

The projects that I have started, I intend to finish. As I'm still young enough to finish these, one by one, then I can enjoy seeing them on the wall or wherever they are placed.

True to Your Heart

Ask yourself, if you woke up one warm sweet morning, found that you had zero prior memory of who you are, who & what would you be?

For my fellow lady hawks out there, who are peaking at night. Ditto except if you had let your creativity carry you all night then slept all day, awakened shortly after moonrise. If you only had knowledge from the moment you awakened, who would you suppose yourself to be?

Feel it or reach into your imagination down deep into your identity, follow it. 

Have courage, it can be or become a bit scary.

You have an absence of memory of any hurts, pains or unkindness that may have befallen you. Equally, what your job or career is, escapes you. There are photos of people who you suppose you know in that space you awakened in or have known yet you're drawing as many blanks as to who they are just as the unanswered details of who you are or were.

This is about something else if you think it's Alzheimer's.

Nice try.

As you fish around inside your heart, your mind, feel for what appeals to you. 

What would you suppose your passions are?

What do you feel your natural abilities are?

What knowledge do you have whether natural or educated in?

When something comes to you, a tickle in your brain.

Something that is so ASMR it feels to be as much a part of you as your arms, legs, eyes, ears or what you have.

Unless it's something hopefully not illegal, immoral or self-harming, that's you.

Think about it.

I'll wait.

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For many people their passion can be something artistic, creative, trendy or some other such that won't immediately pay the water bill.

The act of following a passion is often a long road of starving, suffering, ridicule, pressure from those who lack understanding. Sometimes it can even be disgust, ridicule, backstabbing, ostracization. The term "starving artist" is close to reality.

Albeit late in my life, a new lease came to me. Being truthful, it was a combo of prepped - worked - hoped for. Keeping myself ready to receive, waiting, even starving (limited nutrition or food), dreaming big, I kept going. A still small message played in a loop in my head. It told me to keep going, keep striving, that I would have all that I had lost that I still wanted, that I would receive it plus more. 

More spiritual, more healing, more encouraging than anything.

After the new lease on life happened, there was a bit of doubt, a bit of suffering, anxiety, depression, bulimia. The insomnia I thought I had conquered came back with vengeance.

Trauma from the past, which I had pushed down deep began to affect me. It had affected me for a few decades, it was necessary to put it to the side. It could no longer be ignored, had to be dealt with. After a counselor I went to, lied to me, betrayed me, the realization that it was completely up to me to work through it on my own. When even a trained, skilled counselor with a stellar reputation can violate the ethics of their practice it's a clear indication that you're on your own.

One day, I hit rock bottom, unfortunately it wasn't buns of steel.

At the lowest point I had ever been, this message came to me. 

From that point onward, it became a mantra. A message so powerful, so beautiful, so comforting. It became my mantra to repeat in my mind when the inevitable challenges arose. Clinging to it was all to be done to keep going.

By doing this, I felt multiple shifts starting at the core of my being.

All of the pains of biting criticisms, the unkind treatment from those who were supposed to love me, began melting away. The pain was replaced with peace, quiet confidence, love filled thoughts.

During this time, it was a wondrous rediscovery of who I was along with stepping into becoming someone new.

It would be a falsehood to say it was easy.

Peeps, it was a ton of work.

Along the way, many people whom I had known before dropped away, frightened by who I was becoming. People who wanted me to stay the same as I was when they met me. It was for their comfort in whom they perceived me to be.

Change was scary enough for me, adding the fear of others was unbearable. Those who truly cared about me were delighted to see the positive changes I was making, stuck by me. Even offered encouragement when it was needed.

In present day, as a continued exploration of this new identity, personal growth is continuing. Forward motion is less scary, more exciting than anything. Discovering, even gravitating toward whatever beneficial element it is that draws me to it. The nature of growth is to (within reason) change with the times or volunteer to be left behind. By staying stuck in prior ways, ideas, practices one truly is volunteering to be left behind. 

Some people derive comfort from that, that's also okay.

Being true to my heart causes me to push away a layer of the cocoon to feel the freshness of a butterfly. Until the feeling of a cocoon closing around me begins again, then, pushing through it, life is once more, fresh, new, with more forward movement.

It falls short of saying;

 "I wish I could" or "Doing the work is optional".

It's definitely required to do the work, totally worth it.

Him

I brought him to me. Into my life to live with me for as long as we both shall live & maybe beyond. He was so little, just 11 lbs. Just a baby. Everything he needs to know, it's my responsibility to teach him. Though he's now 70 lbs & growing, he's still a baby.

I take caring for him as a responsibility very seriously.

Even the not so fun parts are my responsibility & only mine. Cleaning up poop, pee, hair, the sleepless nights. He's a handful. Actually, he's more like 10 or more handfuls. I tell people that he's a lot of dog.

If he were a song he would be "Great Balls of Fire".

PJ, my puppy, is very intelligent also very sensitive. I have to have self-control when he does something I don't like & that he KNOWS he isn't supposed to do. Soft black licorice has always been a favorite of mine.

I don't share it with anyone.

Black licorice is most likely unhealthy for a dog. Not only that, but, if I gave PJ some, he would probably expect it again.

Nope.

As much as I love this puppy, I won't share my black licorice with him.

Dobermans are known for having excellent memory recall. PJ might not remember exactly what he did when he was being overly curious or naughty. 

He was very quick when he grabbed my package of black licorice, he ran with it to his crate, thinking he was safe in there.

It was a moment that I HAD to exercise strong self-control. Before he could bite the package opened, I tried to coax him out.

He wasn't having it. The puppy brat even turned his back to me!

I went to my arsenal of puppy treats, turned my back to him, pretended to help myself to his treats. At first, he turned around to see what I was doing, he whimpered a little. Then, he carried the package to me, dropped it at my feet. I won that round!

He might not remember this incident. He will, however, remember if he was yelled at or struck or threatened as well as who did it & how it made him feel. Dobermans are very trainable, they are known for it, they remember a lot of what they have been taught training wise.

The only issue right now is that he nibbles on me too hard. I know that it's a way dogs often show affection. They also do it if they need something from their human. Sometimes it's an invitation to play or a way to shake things up if they are bored. The nibbling is also often referred to as "cobbing" as it's the way many people eat corn on the cob with top & bottom front teeth.

PJs cobbing hurts, really hurts. Sometimes he even breaks my skin or puts holes in my clothing with his teeth.

No biscuit for that.

Having never been one to hurt or abuse an animal, I tried a few things to get him to nibble a bit softer or not at all, nothing worked. I was told by a reputable Doberman trainer to just smack the side of his face when he does it.

Just can't do it.

I love him so much, hoping I won't have to resort to that. 

Either he gets it & is ignoring my methods to get him to stop or he isn't understanding what I expect of him. Whatever it is, it still hurts. It leaves tracks of red marks on my arms & legs that make it look like I have a drug problem, shooting up in different areas of my arms & legs. The breeders I bought PJ from have been breeding, raising, training & showing Dobies since 1970.

They know the Dobie temperament very well. They know what works, what fails, what to expect at different stages of life. They encourage people who buy their puppies to keep in touch, to give them occasional updates.

Not required just something they welcome.

Needing a bit of advice, I contacted the breeder, Doug Matson to see what he might suggest to remedy the pain filled cobbing. He gave me a few ideas that might work. All dogs' personalities are different. Something that might work with one dog, might or might not work with another. Hopefully, PJ will respond then stop cobbing or do it much softer.

Because PJ is still a puppy, he can be very exuberant, easily excitable when it comes to physical things. It's a joy to see though it's less of a joy when walking up or down stairs. There are three steps up to the entrance of my house. He began to take the steps in one bound, forgetting that I'm on the other end of his leash. He was just 25 lbs when he started doing this. Still small enough to comfortably snooze in my lap.

He's growing very quickly. Seeing how his stair bounding could become a bigger problem when he became bigger, I came up with a way to teach him to slow down on the stairs.

One-word commands are the best way to communicate with dogs. Most dogs love to please their pack leaders.

Using the word "slow" then walking up or down the stairs extra slow, myself, so that he understands to take the stairs slowly. He understood then responded immediately.

Yupp, ha ha. So proud of my smart boy.

Today I started telling him "slow" when he began cobbing on me. Love is good, less so when it hurts & leaves marks on the skin. He's still learning.

I tell myself that although he is now 75 lbs, 8.5 months of age, he is still a puppy. Still learning. Repeating over & over in my mind.

He's still a puppy.

He's still a puppy.

(dang that hurts!)

He's still a puppy.

He's still a puppy.

The unwanted behavior is truncated. Hallelujah!

Update!

Although I had been told to smack the side of PJs face when he does the "cobbing", I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I used a spray bottle. A slight spray of cold water stopped him for a week. Then, he went right back to it. One trainer suggested a very slight amount of lemon juice or rubbing alcohol in the sprayer bottle. 

A ratio of 1/4 teaspoon of a deterrent to 1/2 gallon of water. Not enough to inflict serious pain. Just enough to cause momentary discomfort for the dog to associate the cobbing with discomfort.

Happy to say - Mission Accomplished!

PJ learned to stop cobbing; I don't look like a drug addict, now.

A very important aspect of interacting with a dog is training. When someone tells me of a behavior they don't like or if I see a dog doing something that is unacceptable to humans, sometimes other dogs. It goes through my mind.

Training

Training

Training

Training

An untrained dog is as bad or worse than a spoiled, undisciplined child. The child can inflict some serious woes on the world. It would take a lot for them to be executed. A dog, on the other hand can as well as will be euthanized for behaviors that could have been nipped in the bud with loving, consistent, repetitive training.

Please!

Never believe that an older dog can't be trained. 

It's the lazy or uninformed human that is the real culprit. 

Dogs are mostly food motivated to learn. A few are praise motivated. Some dogs may be motivated by a combination of both. Very few dogs will turn away a tasty treat.

It takes time & patience; however, even most older dogs can be taught. It's mostly dependent on the older owner. Whether they are willing to invest time, have patience, love the dog enough to enrich the dog's life with learning. It will pay off in BIG ways for both.

Often, a person who owns a dog, believes it knows a few commands will give a command such as "sit" for example. 

The dog doesn't respond. 

Fido may be distracted, is ignoring the command or doesn't understand.

The human will keep saying "sit". No response. Fido wins.

The correct way to do this is to say, "sit".

When the dog doesn't respond, gentle pressure on the hips will teach or reinforce or assert dominance, Fido will learn, will learn to obey.

This can be applied to any command.

Sit, down, stay, wait, back, STFU. (😁😁😁😁)

The most important trait a person can exhibit is dominance. You're the Alpha, the leader, the boss. At least toward your K9 friend.

In the K9 mindset, confidence is crucial. It's a mindset that can allow a Chihuahua to dominate a Great Dane. Most people have seen a Chihuahua who could easily be a snack for a much bigger dog, dominate the bigger dog with snarls, growls, showing of their teeth.

Less so in the human world. Only fools rush into that one! KO time. 

An even better example is when a water buffalo retaliates against a lion. Water Buffaloes have been seen to do serious damage to a lion, even killing the predator trying to kill them or their calf. 

I made the decision to bring this $4K dog into my life. It's my solemn responsibility to make sure he is taught, loved, trained, given a happy healthy life.

Most days, we go to the dog park for an hour in the mornings when the weather is dry & cool. PJ has a few toys he can only have at the dog park. He tosses them around, chews them, carries them proudly from the front gate to the back fence, walking with me.

Recently, in efforts to slim down from the fauxvid pork, I started walking from the front gate to back fence then back to the front gate. That is "1".

Walking this distance 10 times per dog park visit is making changes in my body. 

Also making positive changes in my mindset.

Life is good.

So Grateful

Ask any child in single digits what they want to be when they "grow up" they might say they want to be a ballerina or a cowboy or a movie star or a police officer or pilot.

Many children can't fathom growing up to work a drive through window at a fast-food restaurant or to become homeless or some of the lesser mentioned occupations or living arrangements.

No one knows what their life will be like when they become of adult age. Life can change so fast, so drastically. Whatever plans one has can be irrevocably changed in a flash. When people asked me the question when I was around 7 or 8 years of age, it wasn't something I had thought about. All I knew for sure was that I wanted to go to Hawai'i.

People would tease me about it, tell me I probably would never make it there. Tell me it was fun to dream, just not to be so disappointed if I never made it. My reply was quite often:

"I'm going there & I'll leave you all behind."

It was so cool that I did exactly that.

I moved to Hawai'i shortly after graduation from Clarkston High School! Actually, lived there for a total of nearly 7 years.

I sure showed the nay sayers when I actually did it.

There were several similar things I did as an adult that I had wanted so much to do when I was a child.

After high school graduation & before moving to Hawai'i, I took a trip on my own, to Florida where my favorite aunt lives. We went to Busch Gardens, Disney World, a few other places she wanted to take me. I had bought my airfare with money I had saved from babysitting. I had enough left over to do a few fun things with my aunt.

Aside from a couple of traumatic events, it was a good time.

Now, when people have asked me what I had wanted to "be" when I was a child after growing up. I reply, "I'm still working on it."

Life is very different than the way I thought it would turn out to be.

Actually, it's even better now than it has ever been. Taking calculated risks, weighing the pros & cons sometimes even delaying making a decision until I had a night of sleep to consider it. Some of those decisions have benefitted me great big!

There were a few that panned out as less than stellar, very few. A lot of my decisions were made from watching others & the mistakes they made. Also, I don't consider age when someone gives me advice. Believing that I can learn something from everyone regardless of their age, as long as it seems credible. It has also been very beneficial. Even small children can offer a perspective that people of adult age wouldn't think of.

It's magic.

In the past I have had some very wondrous experiences.

Lived in Europe

Went on a couple of long weekends to Paris, France

Went on a long weekend to London, England

Met 2 of my favorite needlework designers (2 different events)

Met several of my favorite musicians

Learned how to cook using wine

This is a short list. There are certainly more. I'm still young enough that there are many more yet to be.

The gratitude that I have for how good life is for me right now fills up my heart. Different than I thought it would be ~ it's better!

At this time in my life, I have more freedom, more money, more peace in my heart than ever before.

In short, I have a whole heckuva lot to be grateful for. So, I am.

Living in survival mode for 10 years was so much fun. 

NOT. 

After a very pain filled, very necessary divorce which I paid for in more ways than financially, life had many twists & turns to navigate.

Although I had to work very hard to make improvements there were still chances that all the work, I did might amount to nothing. It actually amounted to more than I even dreamed it would. Moving from Colorado to Texas benefitted me a lot.

Leaving behind the horrible memories of that terrible place was very healing. In Colorado I experienced a divorce, alienation of my children. Then, the married lying cheating males that proliferated in Colorado Springs who had no problem in using & hurting so many women. 

The final nail in the coffin which almost involved a coffin was the last straw for me. Leaving Colorado behind felt so freeing. Living in Texas is so much better.

In present day, I express my gratitude by not worrying about money. Having witnessed other people who truly suffered due to poverty. When Mary the Good Fairy visited, showering them with an influx of lucre, they were still stressing about their income. They might as well have continued existing below the poverty line. In present day, I express my gratitude by not worrying about money. It gives me pleasure to do kindnesses for others. Usually, it's done anonymously. Another way is in treating myself to items of a higher quality than I accrued in the past. As a frugal, saver by nature, it feels wasteful to pay more for anything when I can get a lower price for the same thing. If I hold out for a while, it usually finds me.

Most recently -

I have a beautiful heart shaped jade piece. It's a very high-grade jade stone. It has all the characteristics that make jade more expensive, more sought after, it's translucence gives off a slight glow. It's Imperial Hetian Jadeite.

One jeweler even thought it was an opal. Umm, nope. An opal of that size would go for $40 at the most. My pretty little thing is worth much more.

A petite 8mm.

In the USA it would most likely be $500 - $900. The person who gifted it to me officially was not in China or Thailand. Unofficially he was in China & Thailand where he bought the jade heart. 

It was a gift.

Not to be confused with a commitment ring, just a sweet gift.

The only problem was in finding the right size ring blank to hold the heart shaped stone. Mostly my preference is for silver, white gold or platinum. Yellow gold will make the stone pop.

Every yellow gold ring blank that could seat the jade heart nicely were more than I wanted to pay.

All of them were $300 - $500.

I could pay that much, just felt that I ought to hold out for a ring blank with a lower price.

My heart did a happy jump when I saw, online, a ring that had all of the characteristics I was looking for plus more! 

At only $68.

It did have a stone already in it. Shiny & new. Time to switch the stones. The stone already in the ring was a heart shaped Lindy star ruby. 14kt yellow gold with two tiny diamond chips, one on each side at the horizontal apex of the heart. The jewelers weren't as sure as I was that my jade would fit.

When the ring was ready, I held my breath as it was brought out. It's perfect. The fit, the seated jade. The yellow gold & slight twinkle of the diamonds really shows off the translucence the stone has, makes it pop!

From this:

To this:

Often, good things will happen for those who wait for just the right whatever while also making preparations to receive. When such a serendipitous event happens, it's mostly worth waiting for.

Happy dance when it happens, absence of disappointment if not.

Stay vigilant while being prepared to receive.

Today, I was not prepared to have dropped my phone in PJ's water bowl.  😢

It had been there for at least an hour before I discovered it. Hoping that the steps I'm taking to dry it out will work. If it doesn't, it will be my third new phone this year. I'll know by tomorrow morning.

Into many cell phone owners' lives, some water will surely fall.

Update:

Alas, my phone was so dead. As much as I tried to save it, all that was left was to toss it. Buh bye.

New phone, my third one this year. 😎

It's a good idea to be more watchful, mindful, etc in 2025 & beyond.