Here in this house

I will never know the loneliness I hear in the barks of the other dogs ‘out there’.
I can sleep soundly, assured that when I wake, my world will not have changed.
I will never know hunger, or the fear of not knowing if I’ll eat.
I will not shiver in the cold, or grow weary from the heat.
I will feel the sun’s heat, and the rain’s coolness, and be
allowed to smell all that can reach my nose.
My fur will shine, and never be dirty or matted.

Here in this house… There will be an effort to communicate with
me on my level. I will be talked to and, even if I don’t understand,
I can enjoy the warmth of the words. I will be given a name so that
I may know who I am among many.
My name will be used in joy, and I will love the sound of it!

Here in this house… I will never be a substitute for anything I am
not. I will never be used to improve peoples’ images of themselves. I
will be loved because I am who I am, not someone’s idea of who I
should be. I will never suffer for someone’s anger, impatience, or
stupidity. I will be taught all the things I need to know to be loved
by all. If I do not learn my lessons well, they will look to my teacher for blame.

Here in this house… I can trust arms that hold, hands that touch…
knowing that, no matter what they do, they do it for the good of me.
If I am ill, I will be doctored. If scared, I will be calmed. If sad, I will be
cheered. No matter what I look like, I will be considered beautiful
and known to be of value.

I will never be cast out because I am too old, too ill, too unruly, or not
cute enough. My life is a responsibility, and not an afterthought. I
will learn that humans can almost, sometimes, be as kind and as fair
as dogs.

Here in this house… I will belong. I will be home.
 Author unknown to me. ... 

a fellow forum member posted this and I so enjoyed it that I thought I would pass it along for other animal lovers to enjoy as well.  

Happiest of Thanksgivings to each and all!! 

Love,

Sarah and the Weens!

Chilly Willy the Weenie!

IZ COLD AS HECK OUTSIDE AN I DOAN LIEK IT WAN BIT!!


 
But THANK DAWG it's FRIDAY!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO  
Happy weekend eve everyone!

Hot Amish pt. one ....

There comes a time in each of our lives when we meet that special person that quickly works their way into our hearts and gains the title of best friend.  My daughter has been fortunate to find her soul bestie early on.  They met in the latter half of 2nd grade and all I heard was Tash this and Natasha that.  I was THRILLED because I remember when.  The giggling, the knowing look you both share over something really great, the soothing when in later years a guy broke your heart and they knew how to make it better.  Girlfriends are an important part of a woman's life.  I am grateful that my little girl has such a sweet one.

Zoe & Natasha *goofing* for the camera


But sometimes as time goes by we drift away from our girlfriends because "it" happens.  The man comes along that takes all your attention away or you just grow apart.  How ever it happens, it tends to happen.  For me it happened early on as I drifted away from those in high school I felt it was time to let go, I wasn't truly close to anyone and the one person I was close to... Well their lifestyle was one I wanted to avoid and grow up from.  Staying friends with them would only bring me down. 

I have a hard time making friends.  I am a very blunt and honest person and I don't deal with pissy, whining nor emotional women who can't get a grip on reality.  I tend to be very GOOD friends with guys because they know what's what and how to deal with it.  But for the longest time I was wanting something more.  A girlfriend if you will.  Someone who knows the "hate" of the monthly visit, someone that understands that another pair of shoes is a GOOD thing.   Someone that wasn't my husband or my Mom, who are truly my best friends.  I wanted someone like me in many ways but different all the same.

Well .. as luck would have it Zoe helped make this want into a reality for me.  Tash's Mom!


That person in the middle is someone I LOVE to hang out with, we like to talk shit about our men left and right but we know that we love them more than anything in the world so we don't judge when the man bash begins.  She encouraged me to STUFF my fat ass into a bathing suit and go to the lake this year.  I wouldn't have dared it without her insistence! She brings me the awesome "trash" mags from work and I hunt for jeans in Tash's petite size.  She's like a sister, one that I never knew I had but I can't wait to get to know all about her better.   She tolerates my "dots" and makes me laugh til I think I could pee my pants if I laughed any harder.

So Liz ... if you see this ..  I am very thankful for you this year.   You're my favorite hot Amish I tell ya and I promise, for now .. I wont post that picture.  :)  There might be a Pt. 2 to explain it tho. Ha!

Falling ..

From time to time I tend to literally fall of the face of the earth when it comes to blog stuff, Facebook adventures, my favorite Dachsie forum and even not bothering to come near the PC for days, sometimes a full week at a time.  I blame my cell for this as it's easier to read things via the cell and just become the lurker.   But lately, with more gusto I have been interested in being at my desk, fiddling with projects here, organizing the blasted thing for the millionth time and so on.

I often wonder tho.  Does anyone really give a rats butt what I have to say.  I don't find myself to be all that interesting to follow but for some reason people follow.  Thanks for that it makes me feel like someone pays attention to my random blathering.

So a little update since it's been  ... well .. too long.
The Weens are all AWESOME.   Kai and Mishka just this past Thursday went in for their "snip".  They didn't dig the ride in and were high as wee little kites when I went to pick them up.   By the next day they were in their typical barky butt form with a touch of whine as the pain meds had worn off completely.  Fast forward to today and you would think nothing has ever touched them.

Although starving from 4pm on, waking up to find yourself ushered out to do your biz when no man nor beast belongs up at such a nutty hour, Mom sticking you into the porta crate, only to be dropped off at a funny smelling place.  Finding yourself suddenly rather sleepy only to wake up and be drugged beyond all comprehension.  "Why does my butt area hurt Mom?" they seemed to say when I picked them up, the ride home was blissfully quiet.  ( I should get some more of those drugs )  The sleep it off session was fantastic.  My two most obnoxious terrorists were passed out.    All in all it was a good experience for me at least.  Hehe  My boys will never father unwanted babies, most important in my book!


Mishka and Kai the evening before... utterly clueless as usual.  :)  


In the back of the van refusing to look at me ..


S/Nipped where it all happened.  ( Thanks Tamara and staff!!! )


A couple of zonked out babies