Thursday, January 24, 2013

He Didn't Know That I Was Behind Him....

but I spotted him the minute I stepped out of my car. He was just in front of me, tottering about like a drunken old man. Right leg seemingly weak as he walked on the cold concrete, never once looking to see where I had parked or if I was indeed still behind him.

"There's a dog in our garage," I called out as I stepped into the house. I opened the door and scooped the tiny bundle of stinky fur into my arms as I called out again to my husband. "It's pitiful," I said, not really knowing whether it was male or female just yet.

"Oh, no," was my husband's reply. He, a bonafide dog rescuer himself, could easily imagine a sleepless night huddling around this tiny little thing who appeared to be on the steps of death itself. I gingerly sat the little fella down on the floor and watched as he hobbled over to the dog food bowl. He took a tentative bite and looked around. Then another and another. He ate slowly, but it was clear that he had nearly starved to death. Ribs and backbone protruding, he shook uncontrollably from the cold, oblivious to the cacophony of barks just outside the door as our two dogs peered in through the French doors.

"Call Mother," my husband suggested. "See if she'll keep him tonight." Now in their mid-eighties, my mother- and father-in-law may still be on the spry side, but they are aware of their impending limitations. Although they always had dogs, they've been without one for many years now, not wanting the responsibility.

As we waited and pondered what to do, I pushed the hair back from the dog's eyes and saw an empty socket where his right eye had been. His teeth didn't look good either, so I decided he was either a very sick puppy or a sick old man who needed some TLC just to get through the night.

I had already posted photos of the dog on Facebook and had a friend working the lines to get another foster lined up when my husband pulled out a crate from under the house and took the little guy over to his parents' house.

At least we can sleep tonight, I thought selfishly, as I let our two dogs back in the house. It would have been tricky letting all three dogs camp out together in our living room or bedroom. I was relieved that the little dog had another warm, safe place for the night. There was no way he could have survived being outside on his own again.

The next day was a school day for me, so I didn't get to talk to my in-laws until I was driving home. My mother-in-law said that they could take care of him for a few days. She mentioned that my father-in-law's old band mates were coming over to play on Sunday, but that the little dog probably wouldn't be in the way. My father-in-law had already gone out and spent $30 on a few things the dog might need. A new collar and leash, some canned dog food since his teeth weren't so good. Thanks to my mother-in-law, the kennel shone like new. 

I wanted to stop by and see the dog and make sure those two sweeties were really okay about taking care of him. As soon as I walked in, I knew....

The little dog had made himself right at home. On a velvet chair, no less. The kennel crate sat nearby with its door open. A big, soft dog bed inside. He was bathed and was sporting a crimson collar.

He had eaten two plates of chicken gizzards and liver, had drank warm milk and water, and had felt so safe and secure that he was finally able to sleep. And he did. In his velvet chair.

And this little guy had a new name, too. Roy B after a beloved uncle of my mother-in-law's, who, she said, was crippled up and walked a lot like this little fella. Stumbling and tottering along, but getting somewhere in spite of it.

"I can't let him go to anyone else," she said after a few minutes. "I don't think anyone else would take care of him like we do." 

No, I thought. Probably not. Roy B has a new family.

Roy B slept in the crate last night but with the door wide open. He woke up before his new parents did. Today, they bought him a fuzzy toy. He doesn't really want to play with it, she said, but it gives him comfort when he sleeps. 

Angels really do live among us.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Telephoto Tuesday

Even with this being a three-day weekend, it was crazy busy, and I stayed up late, again, to get things done. Well, maybe surfing education Web sites and updating my blog weren't exactly what I needed to be doing at 11:30 last night, but it was fun anyway. And I did find some great ideas on the Teaching Channel.

I also spent some time tonight uploading photos from my iPhone. I had more than 2,000 photos, and my memory was getting low depleted. That's when I noticed this one, which somehow managed to stay put in my phone until now.

I'm no food photographer, but I loved this big fat eggplant a coworker gave me, and I love this dish, so I thought they would look good together. I guess this is a throwback Telephoto Tuesday, though, since I posted this on Instagram back in the summer when the eggplant was still intact.

Happy Tuesday!

Monday, January 21, 2013

That Wasn't Me, Was It?

I just reread my post from yesterday and thought, what? There are so many people who have true hardships in their lives.... Why am I even complaining?! So, I work too hard. I'm really blessed to have a job in a wonderful school where I work with wonderful people. I'm really the problem. I go a little overboard with everything I do and am super hard on myself about doing things to the best of my ability. But, really, not savoring joy? Ha! I have more opportunities for joy than for anything else.

So, I apologize for that whiney woman who posted on my blog yesterday! I really do. I'm not sure who she is, but I really don't like her that much today.

This is a little spot in my neighborhood that I sometimes pass on my way to work. 

Sunday, January 20, 2013


has a way of getting away from me. It seems like I blink and three or four days have gone by. Then it's mid-month and then, bam, it's time to turn a page of the calendar again. Commitments and appointments and meetings all seem to suck up the minutes of my life leaving me little left over. I am constantly tripping over the minutia that make up my days and seem to forget to find time to savor the joy.

Last week was tough. I had delayed having my students take a practice writing test because I didn't think they were ready. Plus, time, again, just kept slipping past. So Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights were long ones for me. Grading and commenting on students papers until past midnight each night. All of the practice papers were graded except for my gifted class. I'm tackling those in just a while and will have to drop them off at school early Tuesday morning before trekking across town to a leadership class. And that could have been a sleep-in-a-while morning....

I talked about being "light" on my last post, and this doesn't seem light at all. It seems kind of heavy and dreary, doesn't it. Perhaps this time next week will be different. No more essays to grade and we'll be dipping our toes into poetry. Now that should cure my ills.

Hmmm. I was ready to load a photograph from my computer, but it tells me to upload from my blog (why would I do that?), from Picasa, from Google+, or from a URL. What? Why can't I access photos on my computer any more? 

Update - Peggy from Middle Age Ramblings suggested I try a different Web browser to solve the photo problem. It worked! I installed Mozilla, and the link I needed appeared, so I could add photos again. Thanks, Peggy!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013


For the past few weeks, I've been open to having a word find me for 2013. The one word that kept sneaking in was "light." I'm not sure where that word will take me in 2013, but it has stuck by my side and won't shake loose.

I imagine all sorts of things when I think about "light." Like lightening my load, uncluttering my home and mind. Lightening my work load (amen to that one!). Being of a lighter spirit, unburdened from needless worries that take hold in my mind. Sometimes I think of myself as Eyeore, you know Pooh's friend that always has a rain cloud over his head. Thinking thoughts that weigh me down. Now, with "light" as my focus word for 2013, *poof* that rain cloud disappears on a light wind that just happened to be blowing by.

Light can also lead me to get in better physical shape. Lighten up a bit on those scales, I'm thinking. But I also want to be a light for other people. Not sure how or where or when or why, but I want to exude light, or at least a lightness of being during this new year.

Have you found a word to guide you in 2013? I'll admit that some years I've used my word better than in other years. Last year was renew, but to be honest, I didn't put the time or effort into honoring that word. If I did, I would probably be feeling a bit lighter today anyway.

But this year, I have a mentality that will take me wherever the light will lead.

I found a heart in the sky the other day. How cool is that?!
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