The Dog and The Cat...

Comparison of a Dog's and a Cat's Diary


1 Excerpts From A Dog's Diary

Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 pm - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 pm - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 182
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 pm - ooooooo. bath. bummer.
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 pm - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 pm - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

2 Excerpts From A Cat's Diary

Day 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another
houseplant.

Day 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer". More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how
to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his
current placement in the metal room his safety is assured.

But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...

Source Unknown

My Two Tiny Patients

I'm launching my new blog PawHealing With Herbs. Lara is making my new blog template as I write. My new blog will be a listing of all my dogs (cats as well!), with their pictures, and a discussion of their problem along with what I did to help them.

How utterly fun right?

I couldn't wait show off two of my smallest patients. This is Zoey and Ellie. One weighs about 5 lbs and the other only weighs 4 lbs. These are the little girls I wrote about when I blogged about Kennel Cough vaccines and how bad they can be for little dogs.

I received this e-mail from the mother of these two sweeties, she is a very satisfied pet owner. I am just grateful that she trusted me with the health of these two little innocents.

I'm getting ready with her older Yorkie and his name is Brody!

Life is good....

Happy Holidays Holly,

The girls are doing great! Zoey, the baby, has not coughed at all and Ellie has only coughed about two or three times in a couple of weeks and the duration has been a lot shorter and milder. I am , however, not having the best of luck getting them to take the herbs, any suggestions! I manage, but there must be a magical solution.

I have been reading that book "Four Paws, Five Directions" and remember you mentioning "fire in the belly" being an issue for my other Yorkie, Brody. He is overweight, sneaks food from other bowls. We have him on a diet and he has not gained weight in a while but he seems pudgier. I do not understand the book well enough to start something with him, Any suggestions would be appreciated.

Thanks for all your help and interest. Chris



The baby Zoey


The older sister Ellie


Zoey and Ellie together

What More Could A Girl Ask For?

Here I sit, dogs, computer, and a Saturday night...what more could a girl ask for anyway?

So what have I been doin' during my semester break, besides NOTHING, and I mean that literally.

I have started spending the majority of my time working on my herbal formulas for very sick dogs. I'm so motivated, because I am having really exciting results. It appears that I am now a respiratory herbal specialist and I am getting a referral business going.

This is the perfect job, herbs and dogs...what more could a girl ask for?

I have to say that there is not a feeling like it as when you get that pet owner on the phone, and before you start the conversation, your saying "I hope it worked, I hoped it worked....and then...

They tell you that their little dog can breath again.

It makes it all worth while, the 2000 hours of TCM study, the almost four years of non stop studying, the complete stall of my life as I complete my Masters....

But what more could a girl ask for...but making dogs well again, what a rush!

Ho Ho Ho ....Hum

My goodness....I don't know whats happened, but it's as if someone has pulled out my plug and forgot to put it back. I'm completely out of gas.

This feeling of total exhaustion started the night I went out to dinner with my mother. Maybe that had some thing to do with it, because going out to eat with my mom is quite a challenge.

Finding something she likes to eat on the menu, and then dealing with her irritable bowls can be extremely challenging.

Here we are at a very beautiful restaurant, with the best food, and she is bitching at me how much she hates "these" kind of restaurants. She punished me with her 8 trips to the rest room. O brother....

I have done literally nothing since Christmas. I sit down to read blogs, which is one of my very favorite past times, only to not have the energy to read or concentrate..I think it is a delayed reaction to my end of semester exams.

I'm starting another blog for all my dog patients. I am having tremendous success with my very sick dogs, and I want to start sharing it in the hopes that others can learn from it. But once again can't seem to get it in gear!

What about Mr. Eye Candy? Ummmmm, I've put the concept on hold for awhile, because I think it's a set up for a disaster. I do believe that in a prior post I said that the next time around was going to be different.

This would be a mistake I have already made....fun, but a mistake.

There is a saying "live and learn"....I am trying to do that.

Okay, I'm spent for the evening, I need my rest for tomorrow, because once again, I'm taking my mom out to eat for a family lunch with Aunt Sally and my cousin Ruth.

My mom is usually on her worst behavior during these outings...Wish me luck!

Ahh, I really don't know what to say, because actually I feel the situation is quite quite sad and for me very frustrating.

This is about that the very nice looking guy I blogged about a while back. (remember the way younger hot guy)

I think he may possibly be interested in me, but then again I'm thinkn' maybe he's just a really nice guy, whatever, I can't decide which it is.

No matter what, this guy manages to initiate a conversation with me every time I see him, and I swear he seeks my out, or maybe I'm imagining it, who knows, I can't decide that either.

None the less, we seem to have a conversation every night no matter what.

I however, whenever I see him coming, always go the opposite direction and try to avoid him.

I find just totally avoiding temptation makes life so much easier, if ya know what I mean.

I have trouble just taking one bite of a yummy food and always end up eating too much of it, leaving me with a stomach ache, and wishing I wouldn't of indulged so freely.

Getting back to the story, I found out a couple of conversations ago, that the eye candy is only 28 years old. Let me do the math...uhmmmmmm that's a 24 years age difference. OMG...no can't do that...

On top of it, he's a dog lover.....


UPDATE ON POST...I WROTE THE ABOVE TWO NIGHTS AGO...THINKING...CAN'T BE....and I wasn't go to post it, but today adds more to the story.

I WILL POST IT TOMORROW WHEN I'M IN THE MOOD, I had dinner with my Mother, and I am exhausted....


And lets see what tomorrow brings!

The Power of Fear

Today I spent a nice morning with my mother. I actually got her out of her house and into a real restaurant for lunch. Usually when we get out, she can last a maximum of about 15 minutes at any one place, before she starts becoming twitchy and wanting to hit the nearest exit and head for home.

Mom filled me in on the latest about my Aunt Patty.
I blogged about her before, and that's when I told the story of her hanging up on me.

Patty hung up and has not spoken to me since October, because as usual I was harassing her to stop smoking. I was telling her about the new city law that says smoking in the car with children is against the law. And I was asking her; Why would you continue to do something that is so obvioulsy WRONG and harmful to yourself and the dog you keep???? Click went the phone.

I do this constantly because she has a horrible case of MS, and let me state the obvious; Smoking causes MS to get worse. No kidding!

AND the reason I harass her is because she continues to smoke while knowing that it makes her health decline so much so that she can't get out of bed, even to go to the bathroom.
Admittedly I am a tad militant about this kinda of thing...but why the hell not be, whats the difference between this and putting a needle in the arm? They both kill ya.

I cared enough to try and do something about it...

So okay, we all now stay away, just as she wants us to, and she continues to smoke.

But there is a new development, and its called FEAR.

Mom told me that Aunt Patty is scheduled for surgery January 7th. This surgery is being performed to remove multiple benign neck lumps which are growing very rapidly and are now causing a health threat because they are blocking blood supply to the brain.

Everyone is afraid that the surgery is DANGEROUS.....Ahhh...excuse me.....?

What does everyone think that drives the growth of those lumps that grow in her neck anyway? My family has a problem seeing the connection;

Why weren't they afraid for her while she was dragging on pack after pack of cigarettes for forty years? and they just would say; that's Patty being Patty....and now they are fearful;

I've been afraid for her all along...where was everyone then?


Now there is FEAR for the loss of her life....

Now Patty is afraid she is going to die...

But not fearful enough to stop smoking; What will it take?

Just NOT right

On his radio show yesterday, Rush Limbaugh asked, "Does our looks obsessed culture want to stare at an aging woman?" In his own words:

So the question is this: Will this country want to actually watch a woman get older before their eyes on a daily basis?


Come On...talking about her looks at another attempt to slander her?

Can't everyone see that this is just another tactic to keep a woman from becoming the next President of the United States?

I was talking to my mom last night, and we were discussing Hillary Clinton, and she too was regurgitating all the cable news buzz words that have been used to describe this woman.

I said to her, "mom, regardless if you don't like her, don't you think she's competent to be president?"

My mom answered "yes".

Then I said to her, "If Hillary Clinton doesn't get get this chance, it will be decades before another woman has an opportunity to break through the glass ceiling. Isn't that enough to vote for her, when in fact it's really is a vote for all the young women of the next generations?

Her answer... "I really don't care".......That's my mother, what can I say?

Next, I was surfing the net and I happen to find a blog written by an obvious CONSERVATIVE,....and he had this picture: It was labeled as "Hillary without her pantsuit", and her ass was shaking in the picture.

So I left him a message, I said;

"Come on now, that's not nice...You don't see us Hill supporters sporting pictures of John McCain standing naked with his limp dick just hangin' there.

Shame on you."

He moderated my post and did not publish it.

There's that old saying, "What's good for the goose is not good for the gander"...

Ooooops!

I think that my seaweed soup is a much better alternative to this weight loss option;



VideoJug: How To Avoid The Alli "Oops!"


How funny is that video anyway....I don't know if it is a spoof or if it is a real advertisement for the product.

But the thing is, that it's taking out fat, but its not just the fat making people fat. Its the huge number of carbs that we Americans eat...or how about just the huge amount of food we consume in general.

Alii only takes out 25% of the fat, thats about 400 calories a day, based on a 2000 calorie a day diet.

It might help, but I'm pretty sure the side effects make it pretty uncomfortable to use...Yuck...

The Golden Rose Award

Last week I received The Golden Rose Award from Angel over at Curious Animals.

Today Angel has the cutest set of cat paw pictures, but then she always has unusal animal items....anyway she gave me this rose and that was very nice. Thanks Angel.

Since it's the holdiays, and since it appears that there are only two of us who are single in my small blog world... I want to pass on the Golden Rose Award to Lone Chatelaine.

At least we can give each other flowers!

I love to read her blog because it is so nakedly honest, which makes me look forward to all of her new entries every day.

Good job Lone Chatelaine.

Sunday Weigh In and Pictures of Us...

How true is this picture? courtesy of http://ourworldasweseeit.blogspot.com
The persons name who writes on this blog is Debonair Dude.....hmmmm, what do ya think he looks like? With a name like that I have high expectations, but who wouldn't, right?

I wasn't going to do a weigh in video again until January, but I thought that I should keep track of my progress or lack thereof because I'm in the "maintain" stage of my physical reshaping journey.

I decided that NO PROGRESS is better than LOST PROGRESS, especially during the holiday season with all the many tempting shier delights!

This is the month that I said I was going to eat maintenance calories so that when January rolls around, I can take off the final ten pounds. My body goes into starvation mode very easily, so the break was a necessity since no matter what I was stalled!

I was looking at my video, and of course I was not happy with what I saw...UNTIL...I went back to around Sept 15, which was only two weeks into this journey...WOW.

I can say this, I can hold my weight pretty good, because I was a BIG girl.

Here is the clip from Sept. 15, 2007



Here is the clip from today...Sunday Weigh In Dec 16, 2007. I can really say that WHAT you eat can make a huge difference. The last three weeks have been unlimited fruits and vegetables, with lean meat. I will do my next weigh in the first Sunday of January of 2008.

I hope I can stay out of the desert store cause right now it sounds reaaaallly gouuud...Yum chocolate cake...

The Red Bowl

I had an Eastern Nutrition class this semester....the final was to have the class over to my house for a Chinese nutrition food fest.

Anyhow, it reminded me of a story about this particular class, and it gives me a chuckle every time I think of it.

Dr. Wang is the instructor of the eastern nutrition class. She is very old school Chinese and is wealthy with knowledge. The down side to this fountain of wisdom, is that her English is very broken and it's extremely difficult to understand.

It was about around our third class meeting that Dr. Wang and I started to know each other. That night I helped her out to her car. It was at that time that we took some time to get to know each other. During the conversation is when she discovered that I lived very close to the school.

That very next day after the class, I received a call from Dr. Wang and a message she had left on my voice mail.

Dr. Wang told me that somehow she had forgotten her "red bowl" from that previous night's class and would I so kindly go over to the school and retrieve it for her?

It was right away that I made a special trip to the school, because I know things have a way of disappearing, and I thought that this particular"red bowl" must be very special.

I'm thinkin', it must be a family heirloom or something like that because it appeared to be really important...I also wanted her to know that I could be someone she could find trustworthy and depend upon.

So when I get over to school, I rush to the room this "red bowl" had been left, but as I walk in I could see that there was absolutely nothing left behind from our prior evening class.

I even went so far as to ask everyone in this room if they had seen the missing "red bowl" ... Nope...just blank stares.

I then went to every conceivable place this "red bowl" could of gone, I checked the lost and found,...no "red bowl" to be found.

I felt bad that my first mission for Dr Wang was a failure, but I knew in my heart I had done my best.

I then picked up the phone and called Dr. Wang's direct line, but her husband Jeff picked up the telephone. He barely speaks any English, but I went ahead and explained to him that I had looked every where for the "red bowl" and sadly it could not be found.

That same week while walking down the hall at school, I happened to see Dr Wang, and I said to her that I was really sorry that I couldn't find her "red bowl". She wondered at the time who would take her "red bowl", and couldn't understand how it could disappear so fast, she made mention that she thought maybe the the janitors must have stolen it.

That next week during class, Dr Wang made a big announcement that her "red bowl" had disappeared and did anyone know about it?

She also went on to tell the class in her pin yin English that I had been nice enough to make a special trip to the school to retrieve her "red bowl", but she guess it had been stolen by the janitor.

She then asked me to stay after class and wait for the janitor and ask if they had seen the "red bowl"...It was apparent that she was determined to find it

Again the very next week at class, Dr Wang was sitting there as usual, and then out of the blue she asked the class if we noticed anything different?

We all looked at her and said no.....

She then held up a blue ball, and so very proudly showed us her replacement to what she said was the "red bowl"...

Dr Wang had never lost a "red bowl"....she had lost her "red BALL", one of those balls you sit on so as to have good posture....

Mystery of the "red bowl" solved.

I about died on the spot!

Dear Fellow Dog Person;

Dear Fellow Dog Person,

I go to the park each day to enjoy my dogs. I don't go to have fellow dog owners patrol my every move and comment to me each and every time Orbit decides to be a dog.

What is with you people anyhow? Do you come to the park to patrol the actions of others, to gossip about other people and their dogs, or just to harass other fellow dog owners?

Clearly us dog owners who frequently visit the local dog parks need to post a list to the other more "involved" pet owners, a list of basic common courtesy and etiquette rules in which to live by so that all of us may enjoy our day at the dog park;

1) You are NOT the dog park police. So if my dog happens to growl at another dog, please do not look to me as I have committed some social fou paw

2) You are not the authority on dog health, if I chose not to vaccinate my dogs, please respect my decisions. I do not have to hear about your thoughts on the subject, as if YOU are somehow the higher authority.

3) You do not have all the answers about what is best for my pet, this includes the "best dog sitter", the "best Vet", the "best dog diet" and so forth. Please fellow dog owner, don't tell me what is "best" for my dog.

4.) You should not come to the park to gossip about others. Did you know that it is obvious to us who are being gossiped about that you are engaging in such negative social behavior?

5.) You are not the park police. If I should dare to park in an illegal spot, that is my choice and my risk, not yours, so butt out or get a badge.

Courtsey of Aunt Sally...

Happy IVGLDSW Day!
Today is International Very Good Looking, Damn Smart Woman's Day, so please send this message to someone you think fits this description.

Please do not send it back to me as I have already received it from a Very Good Looking, Damn Smart Woman!

And remember this motto to live by:

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO what a ride!'

Have a wonderful day !



Inside every older person is a younger person -- wondering what happened.
- Cora Harvey Armstrong-




Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies.
(Unknown)




The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.
-Helen Hayes (at 73)-




I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows.
- Janette Barber-




My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first one being -- hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
- Erma Bombeck -




Old age ain't no place for sissies!
-Bette Davis-





Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.
- Caryn Leschen -




If you can't be a good example -- then you'll just have to be a horrible warning.
-Catherine-





I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on.
- Roseanne Barr-




Behind every successful man is a surprised woman.
- Maryon Pearson-




Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.
-Eleanor Roosevelt-



Send this to all the bright women you know and make their day!

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Weighing In On Sunday....

I'm off this week...and maybe even for the rest of the month. But I did pretty good and did not totally pig out over two birthday dinners. It seems I am starting to learn moderation...

But I wanted to talk about these pictures....This is Jennifer Lynn Hewitt...not even sure who she is exactly. But the buzz on the Internet is that she is a fat girl with cellulite......

There was a guy that posted a comment that said he is a woman lover, but that her ass grossed him out. I just wonder what that jack ass looked like naked...

Okay, for her age, she is what I call skinny fat, which means that she is not toned, but she is not fat. I can't believe that these pictures were circulated to show all of her flaws.

You have to wonder what things are coming to. Can you imagine what its like today to be a young woman, what they must live up to in order to be considered attractive?

How about us that are "more mature"... here a young girl is getting torn apart for not presenting a perfect ass....where do we fit into the scheme of things?

Jennifer has said "a size 2 is not fat"...now I think she is taking that a little too far, she is not petite in the rear, but she is defiantly not fat.

We also have this fascination with looking a people's rear ends...I wonder why? We also have a fascination with looking at fat people in general.

I love watching those shows on TLC...one in particular that just memorizes me called the Thousand Pound Man.....and I always watch the shows where they are getting that stomach surgery, where they get the stomach stapled, don't ask me why, but I do.

Since I am speaking of odd fat habits, here's another weird thing to watch; (Over weight individual on a roller coaster)

Time Marches On....

Today was my 52nd birthday. That sounds like a good many years...but really, I don't feel different from where I was, say 25 years ago. I'm healthy, I'm not losing my memory, my hair is not grey and I have been avoiding the dowdies....

Ahhhhh, another year.......

To now be 52 is somewhat like having an out of body experience. I feel like the years are marching on, but I've somehow been left behind somewhere in time, and I feel as if I need to catch up but my head is spinning.

Where in the world does all that time go?

I was born December 7, 1955. At one time that date did not sound like a long time ago because it was a youthful time, but now what can I say?

Now my generation its becoming the years of "do you remember when.....?"

Today my Aunt Sally forwarded this e-mail to me. I think it fit the day......

Do you "remember the time when?";

Those Born 1930-1979

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because,
WE WERE ALWAYS
OUTSIDE PLAYING!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computer! s, no Internet or chat rooms.......
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.


We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

If YOU are one of them.CONGRATULATIONS !

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good .

While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were.

Sunday Weigh In and Pictures of Us

I was just over on You Tube collecting my weigh in video URL and I had to laugh. I have 296 views from my last weight loss video. How funny.....Ohhh noo....I'm being viewed in my undies with all those holes. How will I ever meet Prince Charming under those circumstances?

Whats new...I broke with tradition this week, and slipped on an old bathing suit. It was on the big side, so I look a little weird, along with the added shoes and socks because it was so damn cold this weekend. So don't laugh when I look so dorky.

I stayed on the Weight Loss Soup Routine...I modified it and added lean meat to the recipe, which has made it a really easy way to continue to trim down. Here is the link if you would like the receipe and seven day program

Here is a picture of the last batch...that's sea weed floating on the top...yum!




I missed the show I was going to do...I am way too far out, and I needed another month. Usually there is a local show every month, but it is the holiday season, so I missed the window and the next one is March.

That's okay, because I have changed my paradigm of thought. I am using this journey to learn how to live lean...I like the feeling that only eating only fruits, vegetables and lean meats, I feel really light, and very comfortable.

ENOUGH.....on with the show;

Love

This is a video of my young friend Michele and her new boyfriend Mike, whom she just met on her vacation to Hawaii while visiting her brother and sister in-law.

Ohhhh my.....This is so romantic.

Michele is picking up and high tailing it out of Cali to make a new life, and she's doin' this by moving to Hawaii. She leaves us at the end of January.

Michele has fallen in love (seven short days on a beautiful tropical island can do that to ya)and she is going to move to this new strange place to be with "her man" and live happily ever after.

I remember those days, when I could get swept off my feet, and my world could get rocked... but not anymore, and I say it with a sigh of sadness.

Ahhhhh to be young and in love again; if only to feel the sweet heady flow of estrogen, as well as that strong sexual attraction from those pheromones that are running amuck....

Such is Love.......

A Scubby Dance

I'm feeling really excited today and I feel like doing a Scubby Dance.

Remember back when I posted a blog about the new formulas I had just sent out for the little dogs with the disease called Collapsed Trachea that were having trouble breathing?

Well , I have two very nice things happen since I sent out that batch of modified formulas, which if you recall, were of my own design.

To review, I made that particular batch of herbs in order to treat the cough that comes with that disease of Collapsed Trachea, but I formulated the herbs to treat the cough as if they had human Whooping Cough.

Today I received a call from one of my dog patients owner whose name is Joe. He tells me that his Maggie has been 100% cured of her cough and he said it was a miracle. Joe thinks I should market the stuff and he was thrilled...how neat is that?

Well, Joe was a smart man, because his dog's cough had not gotten as far as advanced as to cause the necrosis of the trachea. It is the dog owners that try antibiotics and other such things that don't work, and the owners that keep getting the dogs re vaccinated, which I believe reinfects those poor dogs, and for them, they will not be as fortunate.

The other really positive occurrence was from a woman who received my special formula, but she had accidentally spilled it and needed some more. Well, this lady had rescued this very old and sick dog for which she had bought the herbs, and she did this because she is trying to make his last days as comfortable as possible. Auwwww....

Once I found that out, I decided that I would send her the herbs free of charge along with a goodie bag of every trick I could think of in the book to help this old and very sick dog.

You know what she did? She sent me $100 through PayPal for doing nothing and thanked me for caring.

Wow.....these are the things that make you keep going and these are the types of things that let you know your heading the right direction when sometimes your feel lost.