VNA Show on Friday

Thank you to everyone that joined me last night, especially with my absence over the last couple weeks. Actually, close to three weeks, but who is counting?

I pride myself in saying I never cancel a VNA show, and now that I am feeling better I’d like to schedule the makeup for this Friday. Let’s meet at the usual time – 11p EST. I hope that you all can make it, but if not, I do understand. I hope by then I’ll be feeling more myself and have more energy to play.

VNA – Friday at 11p EST

Below is a picture of Abby the golden, more for an attention grabber, but also because she is cute, loveable and I love her. So you should, too. lol.

Abby’s Workout

I have decided I need to start be proactive with getting acclimated to the higher elevations. I mean, I’ve been here 3 years now and it is time. Granted, I really could not do much for the first 2 years without getting a migraine the next day, so I limited myself on activities and hiking with MtnMan. Usually I’d go a short distance and return to the truck with Abby, while he hiked on. Anyway, last week I went on my first real hike and pushed myself as far as I could before I started to feel the pressure in my lungs and head. I made .062 miles and that might not sound like an achievement, but I moved from 800 feet to 5600 and the hike started at 10,000 feet. So, .062 is a big achievement, and one I am very proud of!

I’ve also decided that to help with hiking, I need to start working out. When I say working out, I don’t mean hitting the gym for 2 hours, 3 times a week. That would be ridiculous. Absurd! (funny fact, I can’t say Absurd so I don’t use it in a verbal conversation. lol.) I am using a bowflex that MtnMan already had set up in another bedroom, doing squats and sit ups.

Now that you know the backstory, let me get to the point of this whole thread post.

Abby, my trusted golden retriever, watches from afar. She’s not too sure what is going on. Mom lifting weights? WHAAAA? I can’t decide if she sits in judgement or if it’s the noise of the clanking that she does not like. At any rate, I spent about 10 minutes on the bowflex, then did my squats and got on the floor to do my sit ups. I really wish I would have had a camera. Abby is a creeper when she is told to stay and all she wants to do is at least touch me. She went from 5 feet away to sitting on my feet in less than 2 seconds. I told her to stay because I figured if nothing else she’d help me keep my feet planted while I try to get through the sit ups. NOPE. That is a big NOPE. She stuck her head through my legs and when I laughed she leaped on top of me for hugs. After our hug fest, I had her sit next to me and stay (*eye roll*). As I lifted up, she licked my face (*face palm*) and as I went back to the ground, she laid across me. Her entire body, all 75 pounds of love, was sprawled out on top of me and then her tail smacked my face.

After the last couple of days with the Roomba, I let her hug and lick and just love, and when she was finally finished she laid next to me whacking her tail on the floor, looking as satisfied as can be. This made it all worth it and that was the end of my sit ups for today.

Just Checkin In

This picture is to grab your attention.

This year has been fucking nuts, to say the least, and it has made me appreciate our group (our community) even more than I already did. I am thankful that each of you have stayed connected with me, and that you continue to show up on Monday nights through the VNA link and some of you choose to share the rest of the week with me on Streamate. I have been very fortunate in this online world in that you guys have stayed with me and become an amazing community. Each of you checks on others and you’re always there to support each other in the trials and tribulations of life. It’s simply amazing!

How are you doing, and what is new in your world? I’d love to have an open discussion here to reconnect everyone that has fallen silent in the recent months…

Abby and Her Happy Tail Wag

I dropped Abby off with her extended family who had the backyard sprinklers turned on for her and it took her less than 2 minutes to run through them. She didn’t even say bye to me, so it’s a good thing I hugged and gave her a few kisses before I let her know she was going somewhere. Goodness, no “bye Mom, love you!”, but instead she about rolled her cousin saying hi, and then quickly calmed down with she got a growl in return. She sat, let the cousin sniff and say hi and then the cousin almost rolled her. LOL. Once the hello’s were over, Abby ran through he sprinklers and she was still playing when we left our house 30 minutes later. She is definitely in good hands for the week. Tuesday is her birthday so they plan to do something nice to her to celebrate. That makes it a little easier on me since I’m leaving her and won’t be there to wish her a “happy birthday” all day long. lol. 

Abby the Golden

She makes me smile, and she makes me love her, but she doesn’t always like my hugs and kisses. She is my shadow, my sweet girl and she is always under foot. I love that about her. I would miss her if she wasn’t always so curious about what I am doing, and I certainly couldn’t clean without her help. lol. But, that also means she always knows when we are leaving for a trip because as soon as I get a bag out, she is somber and so sad. She does not hide her sadness very well, and it is heartbreaking. For me, not for MtnMan. Let’s be clear on that. lol. This past weekend I started gathering some clothes for Sunday’s day of planned custom content filming and she was not happy! At first I thought she wanted out, but nope, she wanted me to put the clothes back where they belong and never leave her. Boy, is she clingy when she thinks she is being left behind. And, let me just say that she is not left behind often and if we do go on a trip, she stays with family and she absolutely loves them all, and her BFF is also a 4-footed canine, and they play non-stop. But, and this is a big BUT, she would rather we never leave her overnight. I think she gets homesick and it is cute and sad, all at the same time. She is a sweet soul and I love her to pieces!

Abigail’s Sunday of Trial and Tribulations.

I woke up to a migraine, which meant a late start to the day, and it also meant that MtnMan was the one to open Abby’s curtain and say good morning to her. I doubt that it was as cheerful as my good mornings, and I can certainly say there were no hugs. She, however, darted out of her bedroom with glee and happiness, probably stopping to say hi to Herbie and Kandy. It’s hard to say who received her first love nudge because, although, Herbie is always near her, she has a very soft spot for the new buddy that we welcomed a few weeks ago. At any rate, outside she went and eventually she came into the bathroom to say good morning to me while I was in the shower. MtnMan had to take some canned goods to our neighbor, and I asked Abby if she was ready to eat. Of course she was. While she happily sat, licking her lips at a fast rate, I wondered if this was her second breakfast, but I was already pouring the cup into her bowl. There were no take backs. It was, in fact, her second serving of breakfast. I should have known, but the girl finally got more than her fair share and she was happier with a full belly. I can’t say that I blame her.

We went for our Sunday drive and stopped by our neighbors house on our way home, to pick up some homemade salsa. It was a quick visit, although, not quick in MtnMan’s terms of “I’m going to just grab it at the door, be right back”. He was probably already a little bothered when I got back into the truck and asked him to roll down the window so our neighbor could see her favorite girl, Abby. He rolled his eyes but rolled down the window and as quickly as I turned around laughing, Abby jumped out of the damn window! I sat there trying not to say a word, as MtnMan turned the truck off, got out of the truck and Abby quickly ran back with her tail tucked between her legs as she got a talking to. The neighbor was saying “I’m so sorry… love you Abby!!” To say Abby’s night was somber would be an understatement! She is still in trouble and she knows it; I just want to give her loves and hugs and tell her I love her to pieces and to please not pull a damn stunt like that again! I think we are both in trouble, truth be told.

As I was pouring her dinner, MtnMan said, “she had 2 breakfasts and was a bad dog, she doesn’t need dinner.” I cannot starve her just because she has no control over herself when she sees our neighbor. I mean, there is no control. I honestly don’t know what to do to break her of that, but I certainly did not think she would jump out of the window. Good grief. I didn’t see that coming!

Show Me that Face

Let’s see your animals in all of their glory. I want you to post a picture, introduce your loved one, and give a quick summary on their personalities.

The more than join in, the more fun this thread will be… so happy posting!

She is a momma’s girl through and through, but she despises her picture to be taken. She loves getting dirty, swimming, playing in the snow, finding the mud pit and riding in the truck. She plays rough with MtnMan, but if I am in the room she is a drama queen and will squeal, even if he is not doing anything to her. I fall for it every single time. She also runs to me for comfort before going back to him for more playtime.

Herbie Got a Bath

We went into the mountains yesterday, which means Abigail was running around sagebrush, dust and into streams. I did my best to keep her out of the water, but let’s face it, that is a defeating task. There is no keeping that dog out of water, or even clean for that matter.

As you can see, he came out of his bath looking a little rough. Granted, some of that is most definitely his dogs doing, but his face needs some repair where his hair thinned out.

Let me tell you what happened, in my own words, and whatever you do, do not listen to Abby or pay any attention to her concerned look…

After we got home from our Sunday mountain hike, Abby needed a shower, despite her efforts to get out of it. I scrubbed her, kissed her face, rinsed her off, then toweled her dry. Well, toweled her dry is a lie because the girl has so much thick hair there is no way I can actually dry her from a towel. After she was patted dry, I had a pile of towels to throw in the wash, and I scooped them up and started the washer.

About 30 minutes later we are looking for Herbie, and MtnMan said he was last in the bathroom, against the tub. I thought for sure he was moved before Abby’s “near drowning” because how in the world could I miss Herbie mixed in with the towels? So, we searched, all three of us, and there was no Herbie and while I was still looking, she sat in front of the laundry room door, staring at it, as if to say he is being drowned in that big machine.

We actually don’t know if she somehow knew, or if she was telling us she wants her ball, which we always keep on one of the shelves above the dryer. Either way, it was adorable to see her sitting in front waiting patiently, hoping we will notice and give in to her wants. We didn’t. I was too tired and MtnMan didn’t feel like playing catch, or listening to the constant “Squeak-squeak” …

Once the wash cycle was over, I opened the lid to find Herbie staring up at me with a very squished face. He looked a little rougher than the above picture because I tossed him in the dryer to warm him up and fluff his face before Abby saw him. But, now I need to do some face repairs before she has him to “honk” again. And, for those of you that are concerned, his honker still works. No harm, no foul, and he was getting a bit gross any way. Now he is clean(er).

A Month of Abby

I try my best to tweet a #dailypic of #abbythegolden, but sometimes I slip and forget to share her cute face. Although, I am so obsessed with her that somedays I share 10 pictures, not just one. lol.

Not everyone is on Twitter, so I thought I would create a thread for those of you that still read my blog.

A few weeks ago MtnMan took us on a drive to an area we have not seen before. It was a beautiful lake area in a valley surrounded by mountains.

We were not sure how Abby would react to a large body of water since she has only played in creeks and trickling brooks.

Her first jump took a lot of encouragement and celebrations, but she finally took that leap, which was more like an accidental fall. She went completely under, coming up for gasped air, with eyes wide open, but she soon figured it out and then we could not keep her out of the water. She would run the dock, jump, swim back to shore and do it all over again. To say she is a water baby, would be an understatement.

For the fourth of July, she was sporting red, white and blue. Despite what MtnMan says, she loves changing up her collar with pretty bows and flowers. I was trying to get a better pick of her three flowers, but as you can see, she was not amused. For those of you that asked, she was not too phased by the loud fireworks. She did, at one point, look up, reposition herself and went back to sleep.

Abigail is a smart kid. She is also a very happy, go lucky girl who entertains herself, while always staying close by. Last week we had to go out of town for a few days. That morning I laid out clothes and our toiletries, without getting the suitcase because once that comes out, she is glued to me. And, by that I mean, she sits on my feet and if I start to walk, we both trip. It is both comical and frustrating. Even with my “ploy” to trick the girl, she was still on to me. She was low key watching every move I made, and she had a sad look about her. When I finally got the suitcase, I tripped when I turned around; she was right there! Goodness, she knew.

I had the bright idea of getting her overnight bag out of the closet, so she would see that she was not being left behind. I mean, she was, but she’d be going for her own sleepover with her favorite cousin. Yeah. That was a bad idea. She went into full on celebration mode. She ran through the house, around the living room, jumped over her bag and ran circles around me until she fell to my feet and continued celebrating. It was a crazy sight to see. lol. While I packed, she was not sitting on my feet like she does when she is full of glooms and doom, but she was running around me, making it fucking chaos. Next time, I think I should give her a rawhide bone and send her outside!

I dropped her off at her cousins house, and they were so happy to see each other. It really is sweet how much they love one another. Her cousin is 4, but a wire hair bird dog which means she never stops wagging her entire body with joy and excitement. They wear each other out and usually crash hard in the evenings and sleep for a full day after the sleepover.

An hour after I dropped her off, I get a text that read: “she really cannot help herself. LOL!”

They had a sprinkler going that their dog stays clear of, so they did not think much of it, until Abby appeared at the door looking in, soaking wet. They said she was like a kid running through the sprinklers, just having the time of her life! Her cousin watched from dry land. That made me laugh so hard, just thinking about it. We don’t have grass, but now I wonder if we should at least have a sprinkler. lol.

Beginning to End

There are a lot of reasons to celebrate in the month of July, making this my favorite month of the year! It starts with a birthday and ends with a divorce. LOL.

We start by celebrating (much to his chagrin) MtnMan, then Dawn’s birthday on the 17th (which should be a world holiday), followed with Abigail’s first anniversary of her birth on the 21st, on the 24th we celebrate hmfast, and, we close out the month with the 31st marking 1 year of divorce for me.

With all of that in the month of July, no one can deny the reason for so much joy and celebrations! So, who is with me? Let’s raise a glass to our happy, joyous reasons and carry on!