My Writing Process

A couple of weeks ago I was nominated by Emmett Maggie at Oh My Dog to take part in the My Writing Process Blog Tour. It sounded pretty simple, after all there were only three questions to answer and you get a couple of weeks to complete the task, so I agreed. Um, what in the name of holy waffles was I thinking?? I’ve barely written anything in the past few weeks, so this has either come at a horrible time or just in the nick of time to get a kick start back to a fairly stable writing schedule.

Question #: 1 What are you working on? Well, depending on your point of view, nothing or lots of things. I usually have a few Peaceabull posts rattling around in my head and I have at least three Doggyloot assignments yet to fulfill.

#2 Why do you write what you do? I’ve blogged for well over a decade, but only sporadically and for the longest time about the human aspect of my life and I found that even while writing to a faceless blogosphere, I’m not a good sharer. I actually started this blog (on another platform before transferring to WP) in my mind even before Ray came to live with us. I had such grand plans for Ray and our future together as Breed Ambassadors that I knew the only thing to do was to begin a blog to chronicle these feats of wonderful pit bull-ness. What this actually became was an avenue to meet other animal lovers and be a part of a very special community. Being able to share ups and downs and discuss all matters dog has been incredible and has allowed me to sprinkle in a bit about the humans of the assembly once again.

#3 How does your writing process work? Typically an idea will pop into my head and I let it simmer for a bit while I try to decide if the idea can be built upon into an entire post or if it is more fitting as a Facebook status. If I think I can expand it to at least a few paragraphs, I will begin writing it but unless I get completely stuck, I rarely save drafts to be finished later. I will hold a draft until finished and then publish but generally if I feel it is going to need many touches, I usually save it as a Word document instead. The thought of a bunch of unfinished drafts sitting in my dashboard makes me feel twitchy.

Well, there you have it. Not very exciting but that is the method behind my madness and now my task, since this is a hop, is to nominate three other bloggers to answer the same questions and to nominate three others. So, without further ado, I nominate:

Erie-sisti-Bull. Hannah writes about her two gorgeous Pit Bulls, Edison and Tesla, and their triumphs as well as challenges. The posts are easy reads with fun pictures included and they are a great part of the dog blog community as well as being great ambassadors in their hometown of Erie.

The Beagle Bratz.  Well, everyone who reads them knows they are the writers of their blog, although their mom chimes in occasionally. Definitely one of our blog buddies and a fun read.

My Two Pitties.  I love, love, love the photographs of this crew and the stories about how great the dogs and cat get along are inspiring.

So, there you have it, go forth and read.

The Bully Collective

After reading about Chicago SociaBulls and Pack of Erie Dogs, I’ve been yearning to get into a pack walking group but have had some challenges. I wanted a group that was still in the early stages of development, was bully-centric but still all inclusive, naturally non-judgmental, and governed by rules that I could get on board with and by people who shared many of my goals for the group and values in dog ownership.

 

I know that is a pretty specific list for someone who hasn’t joined any other pack walking groups in the area. We may be lucky here in that there are several groups in our area who walk and though I haven’t tried to join any of the others, I knew this one was for us.

 

The Bully Collective was founded by two women who are relatively new to Pit Bull-type dog ownership, but not to dogs in general and have recently discovered first hand some breed specific prejudice differences in treatment while walking their dogs. The Collective was formed to give dog owners a safe and non-judgmental place to gather, exchange ideas and develop our dog’s social and walking skills. It was decided to use a color coded bandana system to distinguish them on the temperament spectrum. My big dilemma was which dog would I take?

 

Inaugural Walk-photo L. Reyes

Inaugural Walk-photo L. Reyes

 

Although the theme was non-judgment, at the back of my mind I kept thinking about the pressure I was putting on myself to bring the “right” dog. While we haven’t ever joined a pack walking group before, Ray has participated in several “Pit Bull” parade types of things and is generally the one I take out in public for functions and Julius’s walking skills are a million times better when he is walking with Ray. I just knew I didn’t want to try handling a two-fer on our first walk and Ray would probably not be able to make the nearly 2 mile trek anyway.

 

Julius was the lucky winner and upon seeing the assembled group, began his usually screaming. Yes. Screaming. He gets so excited when he sees potential playmates that he absolutely screeches in an almost hound dog/blood curdling way. As the group established a walking order (our initial lap consisted of a group of four), we realized Juli was going to need to be a the lead or would potentially have a series of mini strokes while trying to catch up with the leaders. Luckily as Juli and Clyde found their stride, the walk (and Julius) became relaxed and pleasant until Juli mastered the art of pooping while walking. Hip-hip hoo  for a non-judgment zone.

 

We had one more arrive just as we were ending our first lap, so we decided to go another for as much as we could so that 12 year old “Daddy” who is in foster waiting for a forever family, could walk with us.  The second lap turned out just as well and we all seem to be excited and energized by the spirit and direction of this group. I’m really happy to have been invited to be a part of the grass roots beginning of this group and look forward to a lot of good coming from it.

Do you pack walk in your area?  What are your experiences?

Throwback Thursday (Kind of)

There’s that person, you know the one-someone you’ve known forever and perhaps the two of you have drifted in and out of each other’s lives but each time you drift back in, it’s as if there have been absolutely no gaps in the conversation. Sure, one of you may have to fill in some blanks for the other, but the silences are not awkward and the chatter is easy.

 

I’m fortunate in that I have a few of these people in my life; the ones who know all of your secrets, the ones who have shared so much.  I received a package in the mail from my “Person.” My giggling fit over the sight of the card quickly turned to a soft flow of tears as my past flowed back like the wind that ruffles your hair on a summer breeze.

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To have a friend who remembered that the two of you played this together all the time over 25 35 45 years ago, and to make the effort to find something like this, is astounding.  Well, not really astounding considering the person.  To have a person who, though we’ve traveled different paths, we have come to a point where we still have the same values and interests.

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Here’s to the next chapter!

What Would You Do?

Last night a person who volunteers with another rescue called me and wanted an opinion on the Desmond Hague dog abuse matter. Since then I have been polling co-workers for opinions and Googling for as much information as I can find in the matter so that I wouldn’t spew my knee jerk reaction but rather make well informed opinion.

 

I have a terrible curse of being able to see many sides of an issue in many cases (my husband would disagree-I just thought I’d put that one out there) and can drive myself crazy with “What ifs.”

By working just six football games, this group generally makes around $5000 for their rescue, and that constitutes their number one fundraising avenue for the entire year. I have no idea what the operating budget is for this group, but my impression is that this is a significant portion of it. Do they work and take the money and help countless other animals, or boycott because of the treatment of one animal?

 

Naturally, like anyone who has been caught, Desmond Hague is sorry. His apology is pitiful and seems full of lies. He states that he was frustrated with a friend’s dog and that this behavior is out of character but the dog in the video has been proven to be his. This dog exhibits behaviors to make one think this was not a one-time incident, so is Desmond Hague a liar and a habitual animal abuser? Who’s to know?

 

For the employees of Centerplate and those many groups who stand to gain financially, where does moral ground end and practical matters begin? How easy would it be to find another job, another large fundraiser? Many people have expressed the desire to boycott buying concessions at a Centerplate venue, of which I believe there are 13, including Notre Dame, the Superdome, 49er’s new stadium, Fedex Field, Qualcomm Stadium, and Belmont Park just to name a few. Some of these places are issuing statements which will allow for individuals to bring in food, acknowledging that both the team and Centerplate may lose money.

 

The dog in question has been taken into custody and awaits adoption to a better life, Hague, if convicted faces up to two years in jail and a $75,000 fine and a ban on animal ownership.

 

So, what are your thoughts on the matter?

Messages from the Universe

Sometimes a word, a phrase, or an idea will pop into my head that I think will become a blog post and upon reflection, it is nothing more than a Facebook status update; one that often doesn’t get posted. Today, I had a thought that I figured would to in the status update category, but the more I thought about it, the more I believe it may just be a bit of both.  A long update or a brief post.

 

I’ve been kicking myself repeatedly about not starting on a diet good eating and regular exercise routine but this morning had an opportunity to pack some fresh fruit and vegetables for lunch. I knew it was going to be a hot day, so I just planned to eat my earth’s bounty and possibly doodle out some rough drafts for the blog. That plan changed with Asia emailed wanting to spend our lunch hours at the shelter.

 

I really didn’t want to go. I had my fresh green beans to eat in the nice cool air conditioned office, I was wearing heels (though that has never been a deterrent before), and I was kind of looking forward to just…nothing. The upside was that I would be eating lunch with Asia, and come on, it was the shelter, after all. Why wouldn’t I go? So we agreed on a time and I headed out the door, still kind of complaining to myself in my head, “My knee hurts, I really don’t want to go…blah-blah-blah,” and just as that thought rolled through my head, from around the corner came a man in a wheelchair. A man who basically had only very small, clearly unusable, legs.

 

Sometimes the universe sends you signs that you need to interpret and sometimes it sends you a big slap on the face and shouts, “Snap out of it!”

Reflections at the Half

 

Not that I actually expect to live to be 100, but this milestone just seems so much more apt for reflection because I don’t remember any other age feeling like this, but that could very well be due to advancing age and declining memory. It does seem to be the point at which the limits of your mortality stare you in the face as in, “I only have x many years to do this,” and x is the variable. X used to be larger than my age, now it is not.

 

How have I arrived here? Old Blue Eyes sang, “Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again too few to mention.” I’m hard on myself. I have more regrets than “too few to mention” and although I truly believe that each step along our path leads us to where we are, (side note: I once had two job interviews in the same day and accidentally went to the second one first and I was hired on the spot. That is where I met my first husband, Asia’s father. If I had gone in the right order my life path could have been altered in the worst way) there are some things that I would have done very differently.

 

More days I feel old. I read less because I don’t always have my glasses at hand. My body, which I used to push past limits is now more fragile and Mighty Mouse is not so mighty anymore. I thought I’d have a tattoo by now. At this point, I’ve missed some deadlines for goals that I had set, but I guess rather than scrap a worthy project, I will continue on.  My project.  I had a conversation with a friend about kindnesses performed and what I would allow myself to count.  It’s possible I may have reached that goal but haven’t acknowledged it.

I interact more with the help of my fingertips and a keyboard.  I’m awkward in person which tends to make me quiet enough to seem reserved or even stuck up.  I try to be kind but can also be abrasive and cutting.  I don’t take compliments well, nor do I give them freely, so if I pay one I’ve meant it and if I’m given one, I revert to the above mentioned awkwardness.  I love and trust wholeheartedly, but once that is broken it can never again be restored to a pristine state.

I believe in karma and because of all of the  deficits I see in myself, I try to work extra-hard to build my good karma bank.

All of the above was written before my birthday and saved in draft.  I’m glad I didn’t finish it and publish it before my birthday.  I didn’t realize how morose I was feeling as the day approached.

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Remember in Sixteen Candles how Molly Ringwald didn’t feel any different on her birthday than she did the day before?  That’s usually how birthdays are: full of anticipation and a lot of let down from not “feeling” different.  This time it was different.  I feel happy, re-energized and full of purpose.

The hubby and I spent the actual day of my birthday cleaning the house like madmen in preparation for the party hanging out together, followed by dinner out with Asia.  On Saturday morning, I fulfilled one of my bucket list items by volunteering at the Pet Food Pantry for the SPCA at the Community Harvest Food Bank.  What a truly humbling and rewarding experience and a great way to start the day.  In the afternoon friends and family gathered to help celebrate what seems like a “coming of age” type of revelation for me.  While the party wasn’t a surprise, the guest list/RSVPs were withheld, so I had very little idea of who was coming.
What a thrill!  So many neighbors, friends, family, and a huge gathering of staff and volunteers from the shelter who all made connections among themselves to form new friendships.  The comment so many different people kept making to me was, “Your friends are so nice.”  Yeah.  I’ve done something right because I have the best of the best surrounding me.

So, to my husband who worked like a fiend to get the landscaping and so much around the house in shape, to Asia who helped organize everything and ordered the most amazing cake, thank you.  I love you both to the moon and back.

The Walk of Life

I’m feeling a bit teary-eyed as I reflect on yesterday’s walks with my boys and after having read a few archived posts. As Ray and I have been perambulating around the neighborhood lately and I’ve been marveling at how well we’ve been progressing, I’ve secretly been dreading knowing that Julius needs leash work. Badly.

 

The last time I took Juli for a walk, the muscles in my back and arm got a darned good work out, so I was hesitant to take him out again. Which means he wouldn’t get training and practice, which means I wouldn’t want to take him out…so he wouldn’t get practice…

 

Butt, Butt, Butt

Butt, Butt, Butt

So what would someone do if they, say, had a dog who used to be a nightmare to walk and one who still is? Oh, and the combined weight of those dogs was, say 160 pounds of big muscles? Surely the sane person wouldn’t decide to walk them together!

 

Playing around with the clips

Playing around with the clips

Well, fully expecting that Ray’s good manners would osmosize to Julius and that this outing would be a short disaster, I leashed up the dogs and set out down the block. And it was bad. The good news though is that it wasn’t as bad as I anticipated, so I thought about what the challenges were and brainstormed my new game plan.

 

Freedom Harness

Freedom Harness

Julius pulls and skitters back and forth across the sidewalk which made for a tangle of legs and leashes. I had them both on just their martingale collars with my double clip Freedom leashes. Clipping Juli to Ray was a bad idea, clipping the leashes together to make a longer one was a bad idea, walking in the heat of noon was a bad idea, walking home while it started to rain was a bad idea.

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Fully heartened by the midday walk being less of a failure than I anticipated, I decided to take an evening walk with the boys, Asia, and the baby (because we’re all about the distractions.) Reevaluating the hook up situation, I knew Julius needed his harness back on, but previous outings didn’t make for any less pulling and though I was using the stopping method, it was going one step at a time. After clipping the leash front, top, to this, to that, we finally figured out that using his Freedom harness and only clipping to the front worked wonders. The walk actually went so well that we went further than planned and were rewarded with tired, happy dogs upon the return home.

 

We can do this!

We can do this!

I fully intend to make this a regular part of our routine and believe that a happy ending is in sight.

O Captain, My Captain(s)

It had been seemingly forever since either of the boys got new collars and I was starting to feel the urge pulling at my Paypal account pretty strongly. Gosh, thinking back and using all of my brain power, I’ve deduced that the boys haven’t had new collars since Valentine’s Day. Ugh! How have they survived this long?

 

I knew it was getting time for a new Sirius Republic collar and I had some criteria for these new works of neck art. I wanted them to be similar and match but not be completely identical and they had to be extra awesome. I’ve noticed Juli’s neck has been a bit pink lately underneath, so I’ve been pretty mindful to take collars off when they aren’t out and about but these would be special in that I decided to have them lined with soft fleece.

 

I debated back and forth on the Super collars or the Captain collars and in the end, after saying “Super Julius, Super Ray, Captain Julius, Captain Ray,” over and over I decided on the Captain collars which I would be able to do in both blue and red.

 

I must have added sixty several collars to my cart and removed them until I felt like I had the right formula. Blue for Ray and red for Julius and then further decided on the 2” collar for Juli while Ray has always looked better in the 1.5” and when I finally decided after perusing my cart obsessively for a day or two that these boys would look like the little Captain Americas that they are, I clicked and sent off my order.

Clearly the waiting is the hardest part, but when I saw from the tracking site that they would be delivered, I practically camped out at the mailbox was overjoyed when I finally was able to check the mailbox.

Captain Ray

Captain Ray

 

Unfortunately, they were both too diva-ish to share the spotlight and insisted on solo photo shoots.

Captain Julius

Captain Julius

But that’s ok, because I don’t think these could have been any more perfect, do you?

Gotcha Day!

Adoptaversary letters are pretty popular and I had every intention of writing one to Julius, but then upon further reflection I realized that in the most literal of terms, he was never officially adopted and that he knows he is loved. I whisper in his ear every morning, every afternoon and every evening how much he is loved, cherished and how lucky I am to have him in my life. I tell him he is the best thing I’ve ever found on the street. I fully believe he loves his life as it is today.

 

So… the letter. This letter is to the woman who offered Julius a chance at a better life.

 

Dear Gxxx,

One year ago a happy, dusty, collarless, mangy-looking little puppy came bounding into and nearly back out of my life. Whether I found him or he found me is up for debate, but what is crystal clear is that he was the sweetest, friendliest dog I’d seen in a very long time ever.  Among all of the stray black dogs, who are a “dime a dozen,” he had that special something -something that made him worth “rescuing.”

 

The Little Foundling

The Little Foundling

We both know the details of how he came to live with me and for those who don’t, they can be found here and here. The message relayed to me was that you thought I could give him a better home. I remember telling the story to my sister who began wailing, “What a good person!” over and over again. I was feeling warm until I realized she was referring to YOU, not me. You gave up the sweetest dog in the world to give him a better life than the one he was destined for so I’d like for you to know, I’m eternally grateful.

The "Freedom" Ride

The “Freedom” Ride

Julius (your Smokey) lives in the house with me, my husband, our daughter, granddaughter, his doggy big brother, Ray, and his kitties, Jae and Miko.

Same dog, different year.

Same dog, different year.

 

He sleeps in bed with his humans, sometimes with the girls, sometimes with me. When he sleeps with me, he creates a huge nest of pillows in which to settle, but by morning, I always find either his head or his snout pressed against me. I believe that even in his sleep, he likes to be assured that his Mommy is nearby.

 

Julius eats two regular meals a day-breakfast and dinner like clockwork. He has grown from a gangly six month old with patchy, dull hair who wolfed down all available food to a sleek, fit, muscular young ambassador for his type. He now knows what food he likes and what he doesn’t like. He now “knows” that he has options available.

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Julius has an embarrassment of riches to occupy his time. He has antlers of nearly every shape and size, a huge basket of stuffies, bags of treats that have yet to be opened in the pantry, and a whole crew of friends at his doggy day care. Yes, your Smokey my Julius goes to doggy day care where today, there will be a party for him in honor of the new life you’ve allowed him to lead. He will have all of the trappings that come with a party, but he will have no gifts.

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His present is his present. He lives in the here and now, he enjoys his life and we love him. Dozens of people have asked to have him, buy him, or breed him, but all are turned away. Julius is truly a precious boy and our lives are richer for having him in it. So to you, I say “thank you.”

 

I’ve actually designated July 26th as his Gotcha Day, but that will fall on Saturday.