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Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Greatest Debate of 2012

Even more important (right now) than the debates for the upcoming elections or the debate about whether the Mayans predicted the end of the earth is this:

What should we name this dog?!


His name, when we met him at the Cascades Humane Society, was Brenton.  I just don't think it fits him, and Katana's boyfriend is named Brendan.  That's just too close.  And he didn't recognize it as his name.

He's a Rottweiler mix (we believe with German Shepherd).  He's just about two years old, and he's a big boy.  When he stands on his hind legs, he can put his front legs on Steve's shoulders.

When we brought him home last night, we started calling him Neko.  Steve thought of it last night and it was the first name mentioned that all four of us agreed on.  But as of this morning, we're thinking that it just doesn't feel right.  So back to the drawing board!

Megan is frustrated because we did all like it.  As I explained to her, though, most women have 8-9 months to figure out a name for their newborn babies.  We've known we were "having a baby" for less than a week!  And at least we didn't make the kids wait until we figured out his name before we brought him home!!

We've had a plethora of ideas mentioned already.  Those include: Buster, Brewster, Dakota, King, Thor, Apollo, Odin, Odie, Ollie, Fawkes, Phoenix, Scout, Bear, Baron, Fritz, Bandit, Rummy, Ace, Cooper, Jax, Max, Mac, Duncan, Bailey, Buddy, Baby, Dallas, Benji, Bruno, Diablo, Axle, Brody, Salem, Midnight, Grover, Percy, Dobby, Albus, Orion, Shatner, Dumbledore, Harry and Spock.

So tell me what you think!  Do you like one of the names listed?  Or do you have a different idea?

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Considering Heartache




This is my beautiful dog, Tequila.  She was an amazing dog and so devoted to me.  Her life with me was tumultuous.  I got her from a co-worker as a puppy.  I wanted to name her Coffee because she would drink my coffee when I walked away from it.  But my future brother-in-law thought it would be funny to name her Tequila.  So I did.

Several months after I got her, my landlord decided I couldn't have pets.  I was too timid to argue.  And another co-worker, who lived on a farm, offered to let her stay there until I found a different place.  It took a few months but husband #1 and I bought a house with our own yard.  I could get my dog back.  The co-worker's children were distraught and heartbroken at losing Tequila.  I considered letting her stay, but I loved her and wanted her to be with me.

Our new house had a quasi-fenced in back yard...on the East Side.  When you're an Eastsider, you understand what that means. ;-)  The back porch/deck had a lattice front.  But part of it was ripped off so human and animal alike could crawl under the "deck" to get from the front yard to the back yard.  The north side of the back yard had a chain-link fence.  The east side had a tall privacy fence, as did the south side behind the "garage."  The section between the garage and the house, however, had no fence.  I was able to let Tequila outside to go to the bathroom without having to chain her.  And she stayed.

Now my sister and husband #2 will argue about her staying in the back yard.  Yes, there were some occasions when she would take off and wander the neighborhood.  But considering how many opportunities she had, she didn't wander often.  And it never took her long to come back.

She was with me through two husbands and she survived my extreme work schedule.  I was employed in Southfield.  Living in Jackson.  I left at 6:30am and often didn't get home until 7:30pm.  My sister helped out by swinging by my house in the middle of the day to let her out.  This was after divorce #2.

She didn't bark for the sake of barking.  When I was gardening in the summer, whether in the front yard or in the back yard, she'd be out there with me, unleashed. I didn't fear her running away.  I didn't fear her running into the street or chasing any animals or people.  She was such a wonderful, devoted and loving dog.

In August of 2002, she had her first "injury."  She had caught her nail on the chain link fence Sunday night.  Steve and I bandaged it up because it was initially bleeding so badly.  The next morning when I was getting ready to leave for work, she seemed so...sad...and sick.  I told her that if she didn't feel better by the time I got home from work I would take her to the doctor. Her nail was no longer bleeding, but she seemed distraught.  I figured she was feeling a little stressed out over the nail and the bandage.  I was sure it would pass.  But I was concerned enough that I called my sister and asked her to go check on my dog earlier than usual.

The phone call I received was devastating.  My sister couldn't even call me, she had to have my mom do it.  She found my darling, Tequila, dead on my floor.  I was commuting with some friends to work by that time, but they didn't know how to drive my standard shift vehicle.  So Steve drove us back to Jackson.  We left work early.  My mom's truck was the hearse that drove Tequila to the veterinarian's office.  Ex-husband #2 was even a pall bearer.  And through my tears, I made arrangements for an autopsy.

I sometimes feel like I made the wrong choice.  Money was tight and I had to choose between the autopsy or having her ashes returned to me.  My need to know the cause of her death was overwhelming.  Not even two months before her death she had been given a clean bill of health.  What could possibly go wrong in two months? 

Cardio-myopathy. A life-long, perpetual thickening of the walls of her heart, making her heart work overtime to pump blood through her body.  And it's very possible the stress of that nail breaking pushed her over the ledge.

She left me for the Summerland.  She was only ten years old.  I hadn't had enough time.  I hadn't been there enough for her.  And I've been mourning her for almost ten years.


And it's crazy, isn't it, that I feel like I'm betraying her (just a little) because I'm considering adopting this boy?

And it's crazy, isn't it, that I feel like I might not be good enough for him?  Because I often feel like I wasn't good enough for her. 

At least not as good as she was for me.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Her Beautiful Voice

My darling daughter, Katana, performed Adele's "Turning Tables" last night at the 4th Annual Center Stage Jackson Youth Singing Competition.  I'm thankful that we got decent video footage and hope you enjoy her beautiful voice as much as I do.



Jackson has some wonderfully talented  kids and I want to mention a special thanks to all the families of the children who performed last night.  As long as we continue to support our children in their endeavors, everything is possible.  And thank you, Center Stage Jackson, for giving our children a platform.