A rash warning: this body of research is simply, made up…or is it?
It is time. The time where all women suffer. I don’t know why, but we just do. I am a woman..thus, during the week where all of hell breaks loose: I cannot breathe, my back hurts and I am more or less…a b. itch.
Today, I just raided the fridge of anything that contains chocolate. And supposedly, that is the only cure for PMS, but I highly doubt it. After the entire chocolate cheesecake was devoured, I was even more miserable. Not only is my body in pain,but I am becoming even more flubbery. Darn Cheesecake, but sooo good.
Nothing was making my emotions come close to stable. Until I stumbled onto some research findings.
After I had my tremendous food-coma, I took a lengthy nap. Didn’t help, either–sadly. But once I looked at the other end, where my feet was I saw something that cured the pain. For a moment there, my cramps were gone, the back pain-gone. It was this little guy.
Yes, this little guy. Awaiting for me to care and love him. My whole insides started melting at the sight of the cutie.
I recommend, to own a dog, to love them and care for them. Because every month, they will make you feel a heck of a lot better.
My desire to buy and make everything couture for my dog has been burning holes in my wallet.
Switching gears now. Home-made treats…To fool the little sucker to believe that he is being spoiled, when he’s really saving my moolah …ehem…for nice shoes.
32 oz. Vanilla yogurt
1 mashed banana or one large jar of baby fruit
2 Tbsp. Peanut butter
2 Tbsp. Honey
Blend all together and freeze in either 3 oz. Paper cusp or ice cube trays. Microwave just a few seconds before serving.
Note: Baby meat can be substituted instead of the fruit and peanut butter.
Obtained from the Show Dog Magazine web site.
I have taken the liberty to take pictures of dogs at the park. The masters want pictures of them. Anything to help my fellow puppy-lovaaas
My aunt has brought up the issue of: what happens to our dogs when they pass away?
I really can’t say- but I’ll let you know when I pass too :p
Then, a few weeks later I came across an article where a priest was going to perform doggie-baptisms.
My auntie’s question is still in my mind.. But what do you think?
Do you believe that dogs have souls? Will they enter doggie heaven when they pass? Is it necessary to baptize them?
I thought it would be interesting. I talked to my dog (literally, talked..) And as his head swung from side to side, probably trying to grasp what I’m saying– I spoke about my religious beliefs. What I believed in, and the positives about it. Then I asked him whether he wanted to be apart of it. He barked, and I took that as a ‘yes.’
Since I was in the kitchen, I turned on the faucet- grab hold of some water and began splashing it onto Fluff.
Now thinking in retrospect, I don’t know whether I went overboard or what.
I am now more aware and afraid of motherhood.
As the buzz of the alarm clock rings, I repeatedly hit the snooze button. Agitated and incredibly grouchy, I swing the blanket away from me, as it engulfs the small, black and furry body, Fluffy.
Five minutes later and still ms. grumpy. However this time, I force myself to get out of bed, and as soon as the ball of my feet touches the floor– I walk over to the patio. As the sliding door screeches, I yell out, “go pee-pee, go pee-pee fluffy.” As he does his business, I walk over to the kitchen– boil some water and make coffee.
Thank goodness for that because now, I can finally begin the day. Awake. But wait, there’s more!
I have to cook food for Fluffy; rice, chicken broth, and chicken chunks. Then, give him a 30 minute walk. Although it is a nice bit of fresh-air, it is time consuming. I have less time to study or finish homework. Once the walk is done, I have to water and pick the spent blooms for my plants.
By now seven o’clock became nine. Time surely passes by quick. Right as I sat down to have breakfast– time to get up and walk to school!
Phew. The day can finally begin.
What came across my mind most was, if this is the time of my life where I am supposed to relax.. I don’t think so. The responsibilities that I need to manage is actually making me afraid of the REAL and true mother-hood.