Unplanned adoptions

We estimate that she is about a year old or more…she was found on a softball field in Miami by friends of ours.


Our friends who found her are dog lovers and rescue many dogs, they then try to get them adopted through friends. (They currently house 13 at their home; all outside)


The Coach and Lo saw her on Friday night in Miami at a softball game. They fell in love instantly.

Coach almost brought her home with him right then….but then he remembered that we are happily married and he wanted to stay that way.


On Saturday he said something to me that I’ve never heard out of his  mouth.

“You know I don’t ask for much…”

{and you KNOW what I thought he was hinting at}

And that is true. He does not ask for much. Ever.

Then he professed his love for this pale boxer girl.


I said: I really don’t want another dog. I really don’t like white boxers. I really don’t like white dogs at all.


I swear, I am not racist. They just don’t appeal to me.


Lo pleaded. The Coach said: If you don’t love her, they will take her back. No problem at all.

I should know better.

They went back for her. 

And still, I don’t think she is that huggable.

I know, I am hateful.


I’m just not feeling the love.

Bonus: She is in full blown heat. Which equates to a dog on her period.

So, she is wearing diapers at times.

I never thought I would be buying diapers again.


She and Cocoa did not get started on the right foot. Cocoa loves everyone and every dog. She does not LOVE this dog.

Ozzie. Well, you know Ozzie. He could care less. (His $urgery is Wednesday)


We will keep her around until this weekend and then make a decision. She is wanted back if we don’t keep her.

I am not one to give back an animal, but I will if I need to.

Nonetheless, I am getting her shots on Wednesday…can’t fix her girl parts until her ‘heat’ is done.

I will have two very sad people if I send her back to Miami…I will have one person who doesn’t care either way.

And then we have the one person who spends MORE time with the dogs than anyone else….and she would love less work.  

On a very positive note, I have enacted a ‘no couch’ rule for the dogs.  Cocoa and Ozzie think I have lost my mind now.

perhaps I have.


{Pre “no couch” rule days}

Would you keep a dog that you felt no connection to?



Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da

Life goes oooooon. La La La life goes on.

That song was bouncing around in my head yesterday.


The vet says: Yes, I can see two stones in Ozzie’s bladder.

me: Do they resemble Keith and Mick?

I should sell that joke. I could probably make a penny and a half.

Surgery might be his only option.

We can do the ‘regular’ surgical procedure with my vet OR I can take him to a specialist that will use newer techniques; less invasive and more ‘spensive.

I am wondering why they can’t just enter his bladder via his big ol’ silly ears. They are WIDE OPEN.


What you talkin’ ‘bout?”


I must remember that every cloud has a sliver lining.


Ozzie and I will contemplate where the silverness lies here. Maybe his are solid sterling silver stones?



Who remembers this show?

We loved this family and held a huge soft spot for Corky…But I was always anxious about someone feeding poor little Arnold! Ruff Ruff.

Our weekend? Hopefully a movie for the big guy and I. We are also attending an annual Oscar gala event. I’ve never taken photos before…but perhaps I will sneak a few with my phone to share! It is quite a fancy affair  for us.

Have a BeeUtiFUL weekend!