A Big Catchup

Hi there,

It's me, Boomer and I'm just a freaky as ever! I have a lot of updating to do so lets get to it, shall we?

First of all, if you don't remember the cast of characters here at our house, here's a picture to remind you...


I'm on the left, Annie is in the middle and Mr. Snickers is on the right.

You might be wondering what's up with Mr. Snickers' foot - looks like he's wearing an Ugg boot! Well he had to go to the vet to get his teeth cleaned and while he was there we found out unfortunately that Snicks has cancer in two places in his stomach. We found out because he has a cough and the doc did some x-rays to see what was up in his lungs and the pictures picked up the cancer.

We don't know how much longer we will have the little old man but I'll tell ya, he doesn't act like he's sick one bit. He hops around the backyard like he has no sense. He eats and um...does his business just fine so I think he's going to be around for a while. Us dogs, we are tough!

Because of him being sick mom has taken to feeding us blueberries and tomatoes with our dinner. She said there's something in them called "antioxidants" and that's suppose to be good for us. They taste really yummy so good for us or not, we are eating them. Heck, mom just witnessed me eating an orange peel that fell on the ground. Yah, I eat just about anything.

I'm doing just fine actually. I have to lose a little bit of weight though, mom said I'm ready for the "husky" sizes at the store. So I'm eating a little less food, playing ball a little more, and eating my fruits and veggies as snacks.

Annie is going good too. She did develop a heart murmer but that's managed with a little pill in the evening. She can't get her toofies cleaned though since she has the murmer so we have to deal with her breath of death.

If you remember a while back we called Annie our little "pork chop" because she had her foot shaved like Snickers did for his surgery. Sometimes mom still calls Annie that, mom is a dork.

Mom is knitting like crazy still. I swear she doesn't put those needles down - I think she needs an intervention. Here's a picture of her latest knitting kick - bunny nuggests. Little buns of joy she calls them.


She's making them in all sorts of colors which is fun.

We are hearing that horrible word "vacation" again but where they are going I don't know. We met a really nice lady that's going to take care of us so I shouldn't worry. Pop told me that I have to be a big boy and take care of Snickers and Annie while they are gone so I'm all over that. Yes sir, I'm their "go to" dog.

So that's about it. Kind of a bittersweet update but like I said, Snickers isn't acting sick right now so that's really good. We will make sure to take good care of him as his time here winds down but I suspect that will be later than sooner.

Barks and blessings

Boomer

I'm A Brave Boy

It's not that I'm a wimp... It's just that I'm cautious. Yah, that's it. After being with my mom and pop for seven years, last night was the first night I was brave enough to go in the back half of the house. And you know what, I don't even know why I was so scared in the first place. I mean, there is a spare bedroom, a bathroom, and another bedroom. That's it. Why was I so afraid?

I know, it's been ages since I have updated this site. Luckily nothing much has changed. Annie and Snickers are okay - just a little older and a little slower. Me, on the other hand, I'm full of piss and vinegar - can't keep a Brittany down!



By the way, mom still knits like she has no damn sense. Tee-hee! Above is a picture of a toy she made called Penny McTeethersons. I wanted to chew on it but she wouldn't let me. Rats!

How Is Everything Looking

Thinking about starting this up again, maybe. Just checking to see if the template is still there and in working order.

Turbo is Home

Well we brought Turbo's ashes home last Saturday. I thought it was going to be a very upsetting moment but it actually feels like the whole "process" is complete. I'm glad he's back, even if it's only in spirit.

The dogs definitely know that Turbo is gone and it's weird to see their reactions. Our routine is getting back to normal but last week they were wondering where the pissy cat was and were kind of skittish around his room and the back half of the house where he hung out. Now things are much more relaxed with them, but they still don't want to go into the back.

On the knitting front I have taken up spinning using a drop spindle. I have taught myself through some books and some videos on youtube but I really need to find a place where they give lessons. It's really difficult to keep the roving even throughout the entire skein. I have made about 14 or so yards of worsted weight out of a really pretty roving from Chameleon Colorworks, but I'm afraid to go any further because I really would like a lesson first.

On the home front, the flowers are in bloom, the bees are buzzing in the orange trees, and Boomer has decided that he loves to roll in the oranges that fall on the ground. We are diligent in picking up the felled oranges but we both work during the day, leaving the dogs plenty of time to roll, eat and subsequently sometimes throw up, the oranges. What dorks. While I hate having Boom roll around and get all filthy it's kind of fun to watch. He does this nose dive into an orange on the ground and then just slowly rakes his body across it, leaving a nice dirty orange streak down his side. Then I have to get out the rags and wipe him down, and he gets horrified because he can't stand being wet and it's just a big mess. Meanwhile, the other two just stand by and watch, and I swear I think Annie laughs at him.

I have no new pictures of pooches to share but I'll be sure to take some this weekend and post them.

Boomer: Um, mom

Mom: Yes sweetheart

Boomer: I rolled in an orange, ate some of it and then threw it up - can you clean that up for me?

Mom: I always do. When will you learn that you shouldn't eat the oranges????

Boomer: Learn??? I never have heard of such a word.

Mom: That's what I thought.

Rest In Peace Turbo Kitty

Yesterday Turbo went to the great Scratching Post in the sky. The past week wasn't a good one for the little guy and so we brought him to Dr. T for another check-up. He had lost another pound, he was 16 pounds when he was healthy, he came in at 7 pounds yesterday. Doctor T then felt his stomach and said that the tumor had doubled. So we knew, it was time.

Turbo found us in 1993 and he couldn't have been more than 8 weeks old. Hubby was adamant about not keeping him but of course that didn't last long. We both fell in love with the little cat with the huge feet.

Throughout the years we watched him grow from this little fluffy thing to a huge 16 pound lug of a cat. He was more like a dog, he would play fetch with his toys, and we were able to wrestle around with him like you would a pooch. He was a lot of fun - he kept me company when hubby worked nights, he made us laugh, and as we found out recently, he made us cry.

It's hard getting use to the fact that I will no longer have Turbo to greet me at the door when I get home from work. We won't need to escort the dogs by him (he would attack any mutt that passed by him - they were terrified of him), We won't have the 5:00 a.m. wake up call, or a little kitty head poking out of his cat bed, checking to see if there is anything worthwhile going on. He wanted love on his terms, which meant be left alone a lot of the time, but when he wanted some lovin, he got it.

He was our first pet, and I find comfort in the fact that he led a good, long life. I watched Dr. T give him the first shot to make him sleepy and I held and kissed him goodbye. I left the room for the second shot, I just couldn't be there for it. Hubby and Dr. T took care of him from that point on. I really wish it didn't come to this but what are you going to do? I just hope he understands.

Many thanks to Dr. T and the staff at Washington Boulevard Animal Hospital for all their help and compassion through this tough time. It is greatly appreciated.

Merry Christmas Every Doggy (and person, and kitties and other animals too!)

Boomer: Mom, why on God's green earth haven't you posted anything?

Mom: Well Boom, we have been really busy with work, knitting, visiting family, etc...

Boomer: blah blah blah... When are you going to put us pooches above everything?

Mom: We do honey, just look at our checking account! All of our money goes to vet bills, toys, food, treats, etc... You all are very high maintenance!


Boomer: Listen, just because Snickers and I ate the Duraflame logs last week and Nicks had to go to emergency doesn't mean we are "high maintenance".


Mom: Okay Boomer, you go on thinking that.


Boomer: Thank you mom, I will

Mom has been one busy knitter lately so I will post some of her projects:

This is Christmas scarf is for Shelby, Anniebelle not included:























Then she made some sockies for her mother-in-law for Christmas:























Now she's working on a pair of sockies for herself:






























And finally, here is a picture of the Entrelac shawl she knitted a while back:






























On a very sad note, mom heard a couple of weeks ago that Simon and Scarlett went to the Rainbow Bridge and Annie, and mom and the rest of us are most crushed. But with the sadness a blessing in Tommy has come about and I'm sure that Shelly will love her new little brother just as much as she loved Simon and Scarlett.

Turbo kitty is still hanging in there - he's one tough little guy! Mom and dad are keeping him as comfortable as possible, and he's taking full advantage of it.


And lastly, a picture of me:











Yah, it's a small picture but only you couldn't handle my gorgeousness if the pic were any bigger.


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!!!!

Boomer

Kiss Me...

Here's my nose, right here in prime kissing position. Go ahead, you know you want to.










Mom has been knitting away like a mad woman.



These are her Desert Rose Sockies. She had loads of fun making these, now if it would just cool down enough so she cold wear them.















And here is a picture of a shawl she's working on. The yarn she's using is this beautiful Japanese yarn called Noro and it's a combination of silk and mohair. Mom says it's very soft but she won't let any of us pooches play with it. She's such a kill-joy.









Anywho - just wanted to let you all know that we are doing fine, even Turbo Kitty! He's such a tough little guy.