Can Cats Do This?

Hehehehehe...I only wish.....not so with my three....I am entertainment director, provider of food, and yes...the poop picker upper, I believe I am also low man of the pack....

The Human Condition

I work with people and I work with pets. Happily I get ready to sit for the national boards by this February as my career begins to take shape. It's all about me getting in the study mode.....I love the direction I have taken, I love working with pets and yes....even people.

But there is a frustrating element when working with herbs....and that's our overall mentality which comes from the culture of the past 50 years...This is the expectation that if we take one single pill we can then fix everything.

With herbs...sometimes one single formula can indeed work....and in other instances it may take a couple of tries at getting it to to change the condition.

But when sitting back and thinking about it is can we really say that it is really any difference than western medicine?

Not really.

Every day I work with so many people in which the dog has not been responding to western drug therapy. This is because either the drug just does not work, or the pet has become resistant to the medication.

And for some reason people give a lot more allowance if you will, to western pharmaceuticals...this can be confirmed by the gigantic veterinarian bills that I hear that people have paid.

By the time people have found me...they want ONE formula to work God Damn It!

Or they believe I have scammed them, yes name calling is a regular occurrence, even if I offer to give them a FREE second formula based on the results of the first formula....that just sucks...can you imagine?

It's okay, because 90% of the time we benefit the pet and they improve at least 50% and everybody is happy as the pet finds it's way back to good health.

But I can't help but feel discouraged sometimes....Mostly at the current human condition.

I don't understand why people can't see that too many drugs can actually hurt their pet...not to mention themselves....people are taking way too many prescriptions and its spilling over to our animals. It seems to me that no one is holding our doctors or our veterinarians responsible for this state of affairs.

The other day while at my acupuncture clinic, I was treating a man that was on 26 different medications. The side effects were taking an incredible toll, because by now, he can barely walk or get out of bed each day.

It's not my place to tell him he has to reduce the drug load....it's obvious that he is dying a slow medicated death...

As its not my place to tell pet owners that their lovely little family members are breaking down under the load of numerous meditations and they are also dying a slow and complicated death.

It doesn't matter, animal or person.....too much of a good thing can be bad.

So where does that leave us?

We have to work at getting better.

We must work on what we and our pets eat. We must view everything that we put in to our collective mouths as the opportunity to heal ourselves.

We must also find herbal remedies that can work in conjunction with our medications...they can actually help to minimize the drug side effects, and may actually help to reduce the required western medications, which indeed are a great thing, but given in large quantities, and for long periods of times, will begin to back fire...

In other works herbs and meds can work together, so we don't have to choose...why does our society believe we have to do one or the other? I ponder so often about that.

I just wish people would be as tolerant when working with herbs as they are with western meds....

When people call me...

I have one single shot....and if my one single shot does not work...people become angry...they call me names and just shit all over me...but that's okay...because there are people out there who have greatly benefited...so I continue on....

Even being called names is okay because you know what? I know I have a responsibility to these people who believe in this type of healing, and because the bar is set so high for me....I do a great job... because peoples high expectations are making me into the best herbalist I can be...

I love meeting expectations...every day I work to be the best there can be and I love when I hear the sweet sound of a pet owner telling me that the dog or cat they love is doing much better. It is like music to my ears....

Now it's your turn to work at getting better and time to open your mind....

Don't turn away from something that can work...

Have a little patience...

I promise we can make a difference (I'm writing this to the 10% out there that have no tolerance!).

Give herbs the chance that you have given the western medications...if you give equal time to the herbs, you will get the result you seek.

This is because in my humble opinion they are fantastic.....but take heed, I'm not saying they are a magic bullet....I think it's important for all of us to keep the following in our mind;

There are no wise men and there are no magic bullets......we must work at good health, we can not find it in a bottle or a pill...and that is the sad truth for our dogs and cats.

Me & Pinky and then there was 3

For two years...it's just been me and Pinky...of course Daisy girl is there, sleeping at the foot of the bed like a little rock. But Pinky is different.

Pinky is a secret cuddlier. During the day he is aloof and stands quietly by guarding his pack (me and Daisy)...

By night he is a little luv bug who insists that he be right by my side, and not more than 2 inches apart. You can always find Pinky right next to me sharing the same pillow.

I thought this was very cute and felt secure in his love until I finally....after two years...once again had some male human company.

This is a delicate subject.....

So here we are...very early into the morning, and having a very special intimate moment...

When I happened to look up because I felt something starring at me, and there was Pinky...not 6 inches away from me....looking extremely concerned.

I pushed him gently away thinking he would go elsewhere, while letting him know that I was fine.

And then all of the sudden there was that very intimate moment....if ya know what I mean.

Then simultaneously....there was another moment...But this involved Pinky.

Pinky proceeded to vomit on my arm.....I'm not kidding.

I didn't know what to do...I stayed still hoping that my friend wouldn't notice that my little dog had just had an emotional upset...when all the sudden;

It began to stink of that night's gobbled down chicken...It was indeed gross.

Yes, unfortunately my male company did figure it all out, and I had to cop to the situation...

I dare say that he was very understanding about the entire thing. He knows that my dog's are having trouble sharing me.

But this is a little ridiculous!

I Can't Believe This

This is an e-mail from a woman I have never spoken to. She bought a formula off the internet and her dog did not like the taste of it, so she has just returned it. Our web site clearly says we have 20 days to process the return...we received it Wednesday and have not even opened it. We do returns on the 15th and 30th of each month.

But that's not the point, I could never imagine sending a e-mail to someone telling they they disgust me...she has no idea who I am or what I do...she bought this formula off the internet...how in the world can she say I have do unauthorized activity on her credit card when she made the purchase herself.

And again...there are so many people we do business with that we help, people like her spoil it for the rest. People like this make you want to shy away from giving anything extra...for her to say I disgust her...

How awful is that?

Then later today I get another e-mail from her...she must read my blog, and she reminded me that she gave the order as a phone order....so lady...how did I make this charge unauthorized?

The funny thing is that she does have a credit coming, no one is disputing her and yet she is name calling, and threatening me with what I'm not sure, because we have an impeccable reputation.

Just the nastiness that people can show others...seems like the times are bringing out the worst in people.



Federal Trade Commission
From:
"Maureen Martin"
Here is her nice addition:

If you remember correctly I ordered this by phone..........you did not say a word I am done with you.... I will file a formal complaint with Consumer affairs in Sacramento and the Federal Trade Commission,. I will take care of this...
You are crooked.

Nice very nice......

Bliss

For sure at times ignorance is bliss....

Take for example my latest blunder.....I don't know how I found out, it was by mistake. But I discovered the guy I use to see had actually started a life without me...( I blogged about hacking his e-mail)

I guess I really wasn't expecting it because he would on a very regular basis, come over and declare his undying love for me...and there I would sit in my solitary haze of self confidence, that I had his love forever....just waiting for him to change for me.

I think during these past two years of not being physically involved with him, I believed at some sort of level, that one day he would come to appreciate everything I had to offer, and then be able make the necessary profound changes required for us to be a happy couple.

"Auggg"...."sigh".....with a shake of the head.....maybe this time I can really learn;

You can only change yourself...and that's a monumental task in itself, let alone expecting someone to change for you. Impossible!

After a failed attempt for the past four weeks to see if we could work it out...I'm once again at that point that I know for a fact that we could never give to each other what each of us needs from the other....Although he promised me this time to give me what I felt I had never been given in the past, I see that he still can't me today what I expected yesterday...thus...time to move on...and I mean really move on this time.

Why is it that it's the woman that always has to conform? It's over again even before it started. At least I didn't sleep with him again....OMG I would of hated myself.

This is the eve of my 53rd birthday....I hope when I am writing to my blog next year I will have grown a little wiser, because DAMN IT....your suppose to get wiser with age, not stupider with more wrinkles and some gray hair.

I seem to keep making the same mistakes over and over and over.......Happy 53rd year birthday Holly, apparently you are older but not any wiser....

Oh well another whole year to get it right!

How funny is this video....I played it for Pinky and his head tilted in ways I have never seen it tilt before. He was trying to figure out what the hell this dog was trying to say.

Confessions

Now I see why the Catholics like to confess so much.

I really did feel guilty that I invaded my friends space...even if it was in the vein of self preservation.

I felt so guilty...so I called him over and I told him what I did and I told him why I did it, and I suggested that he changes his password, since I was the one who originally set up the account.

Funny how your mind blows things up out of proportion, and when you get it out on the table its not so bad as it seems....

Ahhhh.....I feel so much better. I won't do that again.

I'm A Baaaaaad Person

Well kinda, maybe....and maybe not.

Perhaps I did this in the vein of self preservation....but then again...I am a baaaaaaad person.

A couple of posts ago, I made mention that I was kinda messing with the idea of th old main squeeze....Welllll

I stayed away from that, noticing that he had many of the old behaviors that use to drive me nutts. Mainly he seemed to have many secrets. He use to always tell me that was just the way he was....

So last night as I was sitting in the quiet of a Sunday evening.....eeekkkks, I hacked his e-mail.

Yes I did.

I could of always done this, but I chose to not do it. I don't know what was different about last night...perhaps, I knew I was drifting back to something not so great...

Yup.....I was right. He's a big time player. All the things he would say to me, he says as part of his shtick.

At first I was mortified.....and I feel a tad guilty...but not all the way guilty.

I also feel pretty happy that I did not step back into that stuff again.

LOL...OMG.....can't believe I did that.

But now I know and I don't feel so bad....

We were....how do you say....seeing each other...for 5 years in a very strange kinda way.

I always knew in the back of my heart he was like that....I just never chose to confirm it.

Now I know....I'm wondering if this is a good thing or a bad thing....Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Our Week....

Poor Daisy has been having some emotional issues a false pregnancy...she runs around the house carrying a toy and whining at me...

So happy to say that I have fallen back into the zone...that means not using food as my security blanket, my "feel good" tool.

Finally I have gotten back into eating mean and lean. O boy....do I have long way to go. I got fat....

Its going to take months...but that's okay. I'm just happy to have some control back. The dowdies had indeed set in....and I'm back to the gym, which is crucial to my state of mind, and has returned to being somewhat more positive.

Still plugging away at the herb business. I have not had any real growth...but HEY that is not bad considering what is happening around us. Pretty scary times, and its paying my bills.

I just filled out the papers for my very last semester, most of the classes are clinic...I sit for the national board exams Jan or Feb...which means that I will be a national certified acupuncturist. Ahhhhhh....5 long years...

On to the next step...looking into PhD programs...thinking about oncology...Waiting to see where the wind blows me.

Its so hot here...wildfires are raging, and the earth feels scotched. We're lucky that San Diego has avoided the fires thus so far. Its such a strange time of year when it gets so dry and hot, feels like Dante's Inferno.

Nothing new on the housing front....stay tuned...never a dull moment here on Sassafras st.

Ya Just Can't Go Back...

I started flirting around with the idea of seeing my ole main squeeze.....Big Mistake.

I guess it is was the superficial side of me that was the motivating factor. He is turning 50 this month and in celebration he got himself in top notch shape and is doing a show to strut his renewed physique (he is an ex body builder). Yes indeed....he does look mighty tasty.

But none the less...we're the same people with the same views....that just don't jive, and I am feeling like I let myself get sucked back into a situation that could go no where, not that I wanted to go anywhere....because we can't agree on much at all...another mistake AGAIN.

I keep making bad judgments, and at some level I know I'm making these mistakes when I do it....I guess that's better than not knowing that I'm doing them...right?

Geez...some one call a shrink Pleeeeze!

Cracked Out

This is a pic off of my new crack berry...I love the thing, don't know how I lived without it. Haven't posted pictures of the pooches in awhile....

its from my crack berry.....it does everything, even has a game on it that I love to play. However I have become a slave to it....every time the message bell goes off, I have to run over to it and read the most current e-mail etc.

Great picture of Dr. Pink Pinkerton....I blog using him as my muse...and I refer to him as Dr. Pink Pinkerton and The PawHealer.....I have that other blog that I post pictures of our success stories....and I write as if I am Dr. Pink Pinkerton...it's very tongue and cheek...or at least I think so....

Anyway...I have to laugh...about every two weeks, someone will call and ask for Dr. Pink Pinkerton...heheheheheh.

I just tell them he's not in at the moment....

Whata night!

Wow...awesome....whata night to behold.

I have never been apart of any movement, and to be a part of this moment in history just drove me to tears...it was an awesome sight, just unbelievable and pretty darn neat.

Watching people crying in the crowds, listening to his words....just breath taking.

A remarkable evening I will always remember.

Election Day

Its feels like Christmas....all the hype and the hoopla.......and now its almost over.....THANK GOODNESS!

I am pretty excited to be a part of these times, its pretty neat....

So what's new with the PawHealing family.

We're hanging in here. We're still trying to figure out what's going on with the house and all of that. Mark finally found a lawyer that is representing other folks who got themselves into the same bind with this real estate deal and have been taken to the cleaners.

The Las Vegas news papers have been doing articles about the company that has robbed him (us). Still such bad decisions on his part, even when it looked like the deal was falling apart, the monetary decisions that he made.....spending every last dime until there was not a penny left, and not being able to see the road he was traveling....pitiful...for all of us.

The lawyer is throwing the seven properties in a case of mortgage fraud, which it was. The case is also potentially being bumped up to a class action law suit.....

Although there is a tad of a glimmer of hope for me.....it still feels very strange to walk around a house that I have owned for 13 years, and not know if it will be mine in the next 9 months.

It's so complicated, sometimes I think the best answer is to just walk away from the mess, and move on.....

I do have to admit since I have lived here, my life experiences have not been my "top ten"....I can't decided if I want to stay here because that's what I have done for the last 13 years and its familiar....and I do have a love for this house....although when I think back....it has not been a great time....

Or is it that I can't see myself anywhere else? I don't think it's fear, I think it's a comfort zone type of thing.

Honestly, I feel for the past seven years I have been somewhat frozen in time...not much has changed...

Is that good or bad?

The Journey

Today I have to go down to Mexico...I go there to see the dentist....and they do a great job for a fraction of the cost....

Now we have to have a birth certificate to cross the border...I have mine sitting on the counter ready to go...

I happen to be looking at it, and I read it. My mom had me when she was 19 years old, and my dad was 21 at the time.

As I was looking at the little piece of paper, it occurred to me what strangers those people are.

They were so young at the time of my birth, just kids really. And yet to me, these were the people who were to take care of me, make sure I was all right...

Knowing them now, I can see that was an impossible task.

They just were not equipped, they were too young, and just not the right parents to have.

How strange to look at a piece of paper, knowing that it represents the day you were brought into this world.

Now I look at this paper and reflect back in time, when I was younger I use to look at this document and think about all of the possibilities that lie before me.

Seems to me I'm either looking back or looking forward...and never do I just look at the here and now, I'm never in the moment.

Saturday Night...

Mid Terms for me again....this is one of two semesters left....and then I'm done...kinda.

Once an acupuncturist finishes school, it takes about another 250 study hours in order to prepare for the state exam...IF one should decide to stay in the state of California...which I may not. I would just have to take the national exam and...wha laa...I'm an acupuncturist...Done...a five year journey...completed.

I am seriously considering moving to Florida when I compete my Masters...why? Because I can go there and practice on animals...clinic and all...but then again...I don't know.

I feel sad that I have to make this choice since my home is up in the air...I'm still not sure where this is going...but feels like down the tubes....but I don't want to dwell on that.....I figure I have about five more months here.

So I ask my self....if you could go anywhere in the wold where would you want to go....because I can do ya know....There is NOTHING holding me here....I am lost from my family, I don't have one anymore, and I guess I never really did....I don't have a significant other...well kinda, but it can't go anywhere and its been on hold for awhile...but he still is on the outskirts of the parameters...waiting for the word. Not sure if he will ever hear it again...sigh.....who knows.

I've become a loner...just like my mother. Thanks mom.

So...here I sit, me and my book and my sleeping dogs....On a Saturday night....would I have it any different?

I don't think so....I like things just the way they are.

Yikes...How Did THAT happen?

E Gads.....what a mess.......okay...starting about early July after I get the bad news....Something just went awry....I found the local Yogurt shop.

This isn't any ole place that you go in and someone serves you...this is a special place where you get to make up your own dish of delectable frozen yogurt....they have about 100 different toppings....my mouth is watering just thinkin' about it.

My favorite mixture consisted of chocolate, white chocolate, some nifty candies, snickers toppings, and of course whipped cream to finish it off.

I knew things were getting away from me when I so easily chucked my scale and put it under the sink....or perhaps it was when I started avoiding certain clothes...

None the less...every night I was going over to the yogurt place and have two double larges.

Ummmmmm....Thought if I didn't eat anything else during the day I could get away with it, and there I say savoring every bite of my double large frozen Yogurts and then with my full tummy climbing into bed for a good night sleep. And of course I had stopped going to the gym.

So this goes on until mid August.....Okay...maybe it was my way of drowning my sorrows...but the stuff was good, and I mean really good. There was no way I could stop myself.

Then one day I happened to look down...and what I saw appalled me...I had OVERNIGHT developed this enormous belly.....and people were starting to ask me questions like "hey Holly, ya still working out?".....hmmmmm, I was starting to get the drift.

I was living in stretchy gym shorts that had a lot of give....and ya know when your putting on weight you just KNOW what clothes to avoid...until that one certain day...when it all comes home...

I went to put on a pair of pants.....I could not get them over my fat ass....SHIT! I had to put on at least 15 lbs...

So here I am.....trying to wean myself off of my nightly Milky Way bars and get serious again about taking care of myself...

Dumpy and goin' broke...ya gotta love it!

Caring Again

I got some shocking news way back in June...actually I think I had a premonition of it coming...I even blogged about it....I heard this voice that said..."big things are getting ready to happen". I even wrote it down after I woke up from that nap that should of served as a warning...but me.. I took this as wonderful things were going to happen, because at that time, so many things seemed to be going so right.

HA! Big is the operative word here.....Big LOSES!

My ex-partner (husband) who I had stayed fiscally intertwined with all these years (35 long years to be exact).....manage to loose everything we own because of his foolish real estate speculations.

Yes....everything. So here I am at 52 years old, with basically not a thing to my name. I'm sure that within 6 months that I will lose my house. He leveraged everything so much, that the current house payments are not worth making and it would be like putting money in a trash can and burning it.

Every day is a day where I try to figure out where I'll be in 8 months...

Its so sad for me because I love my house, I have lived here for 15 years, and its just being ripped away from me.

So...how did this guy get the money out of MY house? Very long story, had to do with my melt down that was 6 years ago, yes and that time was my mistake, my bad decisions.

But I have another way of looking at the whole thing and moving on and feeling good about where I'm going;

If I did not do what I had to do back then....I would of lost it then. At the time of my great sadness (3 miscarriages later and a boyfriend who ditched me), my brother who is a multi millionaire would not load me money while I sold my house. I asked him to bridge loan me 50K while my house sold, and as I was pulling my life back together. He refused because his wife has never liked me. A secured loan and he said no....(remind me to blog about how he had me picked up by the police and put into a 72 hour crazy ward, which forever changed my life and how I think about myself)

So I had no other options at the time...I had to take the path that I did, which was to trust my ex with my assets, I really had no other choice.....

and at the end of the day this gamble did not pay off.....BUT....

I can look at it two ways....

I can say that I've lost everything....or I can think that I had 5 years in which to find another path....and that everything going forward is of my own making....(and I do have a bright future, my pet empire is thriving and makes a very good living)

This would be for the first time in my life.....That it is only me and living with my own mistakes. (fiscal decisions without a f....king man in the mix)

Some days I'm bitter and angry and others I am free and liberated.

Lets see what tomorrow brings.....

We're Baaaack......

I'm back....and I have just the right story to get into the groove again...plus I have missed blogging...but times have been tough, although there has been a lot of good things with the horrible bad stuff.....but I'll go there another day.....today its all about Dr. Pink Pinkerton and Nurse Daisy...

Remember them....?

Well, its that time again, and Daisy is literally in full bloom...yes she's in heat again. And really its not been a problem....

Until today...well, not a problem for me exactly...

So I'm sitting in my living room, taking a break from a a long day of taking orders...and then I hear a cry...just a tiny cry....I think to myself that the two dogs are playing a little rough...

Then I hear another cry out....and it sounds more serious...I ignore it...until the next one which was a full on scream...well the kind of sound a dog would make if they could scream....

I think to myself, my God....Daisy has somehow been hurt...cause as I'm running outside to save her I hear her whimper again....

I get out to the drive way.....Daisy!!!! Daisy where are you??? Daaaaaaaisssy....and I hear her crying...and Pinky was nowhere to be seen.

I then see the rustling of the bushes....and then it all becomes very clear....there they are...

Neutered Pink Pinkerton was stuck inside of my sweet innocent Daisy....OMG....how in the world? Pinky does not have the equipment.....

Well....I had to go into the house and sit down a minute because this was all too much. My first thought was can she get pregnant???? nawwwwwww, he needs the nuts and bolts to do that!

Do I dare venture out there again, would they still be stuck together?

Finally after getting over my initial repulsion, I venture back outside....and there's Pinky with a big woody...limping down the driveway...He couldn't walk properly....looking chagrined and mortified at the same time....

Awwwww its good to be back...think I will go see what Betty Jo has been up to and my other blog buddy Lady Chatelaine....

Gotta Love It

People know I love dogs...so I get the cutest things...

Here is one for a Saturday night:

Another Day...

It all started June 29th....I was taking a nice snooze....and then suddenly I hear a voice in my head....

It was a clear voice....and it woke me up by saying....."Big Things Are Going To Happen"....

This time I said to myself, I'm gonna write it down...I've had premonitions before, and this time it was so clear. But I felt this was all good....I had no idea what shit was in store for me.

I thought that with all the good things that were happening that this was it....

I was ready for the BIG SHOW....nothing had been going wrong...

So I go downstairs, I'm excited and I write it down....Tomorrow I'm gonna take a picture of it and post it because....

They were big things all right....and they every single one of them was bad.

Let me start with the least bad thing.

My site has been hacked non stop since June 29th. I have been down more than up. I was on my way of booking 25K this month...a record high for me.

Now the bad thing is that my site was hacked so bad that Google Adware shut my site down because there was malicious ware attached from all the hacking.

That means that I'm dead in the water right now....no income....and that's a big problem.

Because....well I'll save that for tomorrow.

I feel like a big L right now (looser), it's pathetic....even for me.

July...Needs To Be Over

I have been having a terrible July...horrible a disaster.....

But tonight I will not write of it....I will put something positive on my blog......and tomorrow I will write about the drastic changes that my life is bringing to me.

Can you say...Brain Dead?

My GOD!

It takes all kinds to make the world go round.....Geezey pezzey.

Okay....about 2 months ago I get a call from a woman with two young chihuahuas and they were having significant digestive problems. One of them was barfing something like 30 times a day since she put the poor thing on a raw diet.

I roll my eyes as I write....can you imagine giving your dog food that makes it barf, and making the poor pooch eat it because its "raw" and that is the best diet for a dog to eat?

F----K people can be so God Damn STUPID.

Holy Cow....

So anyway after she takes about 35 minutes of my time, she does not buy anything...fine with me because I could tell she would be a big pain in my ass.

By the way...the cost of the first formula that I quoted her for was only $32...

Fast forward 2 months later.....I receive an e-mail, her telling me that she wants to buy her formula, and she attached a list of questions that I thought we had already discussed.

So, I sent her an invoice for the formula at $48...

She then proceeds to rag on me about my increase of price....I inform her that is my going rate for custom formulas. She then wanted information on how I do a custom friggin formula...

I then told her that she needed to pay for consulting time if she wanted a traditional Chinese medicine dissertation.

That shut her up and I did not hear from her again.....Then I get this totally ridiculous e-mail from this stalker.

Subject: Re: Deposit towards first Formula - from Eva

Holly, I really don't think I was asking too much - all I wanted to know was HOW DO YOU KNOW what to prescribe Peanut if you've never even checked him in any way. HOW DO YOU KNOW what condition to prepare a formula for? Is that too much to ask before I pay? I don't get it. During our phone conversation you pretty much just told me many times, that I should take them off the raw diet. You also say on your web site the following: "Want a FREE EVALUATION for your dog or cat?"....was that our phone conversation? Did you decide to raise your fee for me just because you talked to me on the phone? I really would love to use your services but I need you to communicate with me and at least answer my question, because otherwise it seems to me that you might just use something generic.....all I need to know HOW IS IT MADE "special" for my dog and his needs? If that's too much to ask, just let me know and I won't bother you anymore. Thanks and looking forward to hearing from you one way or the other. All you have to do is read my homepage and you can see what I offer, not to mention the BRAIN DRAIN time I already spent with this brain sucker. It seems as my PawHealer is getting more circulated out there in the pet world, I am picking up some strange interest. Here was my response; Look Eva, I spent 30 to 40 minutes on the phone with you. You need to BUY something for me to give more time. Go on my web site and you will see the prices. Geez you act like it is a fortune, my God woman.

Can You Say.....BALLS?

I had a good laugh over this video.....what is so bad about the word testicles, or balls or whatever?

To have a chuckle click here!

It seems to me that every part of a woman's anatomy is discussed as well as shown on the airways without a peep. Watch how uncomfortable these guys are about Jessie's comments.

Finally my website is up, but with a whimper. Its going to take days to recapture the momentum that I had going into the nightmare.

I have a headache over the whole thing, thank God its Friday.

My Hubris....

Or is it my constant Instant Karma?

Just when I feel I'm sitting on top the world and I got the tiger by the tail.....

Bam Bam Bam.....

Last week I was feeling really cocky.....my herbal pet business was booming, constant calls, Internet orders streaming in, reorders from happy customers.....and then...

Holly's Instant Karma....and I do mean instant.

I should of known it was going to happen again, because I always get whacked with it when I'm feeling smug and my ego begins to get a little out of line.

What happened?

My website has been up and down for 14 days, and down hard for the past 3 days as they switch servers because of malicious hacking....I have had a sign up in lieu of my site that tells people that the site is down due to server upgrades. We had to go down to fix the data base, and change servers because the company that hosted my site could not keep the hacker at bay.

So....its been like a ghost town around here....virtually no business for the past two days and last week was sketchy because of the server breach.

Cut off at the knees...

But what is this instant karma that follows me around, and WHY me?

I have a brother ( we have not spoken in 7 years) that no matter what he does in his own life, no matter how nasty, or how wrong, his life continues to be filled with reward.

Me.....not so fortunate. Why I ask....

I think in a past life I must have not learned some sort of a lesson and I have run out of chances, and in this life, I have to get it right....

Because my Instant Karma, cuts me, Holly Mead....no slack what so ever.

And I continue to ask Why?

Mr. Right...

I looked across the table and I couldn't help but to start to cry, tears trickling down my face......Here was this guy who was telling me that he loved me completely for who I am, and I knew it to be true because he has been my best friend for eight years.

We use to "see" each other.....that is the best word I can use to describe it. At the time we were together, he would never really let me participate in his life, and I really could never understand why.

At first it didn't bother me, because I had just rebounded from a very sad place.....and there he was...he was the first person I actually could see after the the dust had settled from my meltdown.

He helped me recover from a very dark place.

He is a very simple guy, liked by everyone, he's a genuinely nice guy. He's nice looking but it is his personality that draws people to him. Everywhere we go, people always know him and want him to acknowledge them with his great smile. He is there for those who are sick, and even for those that we have known and that have sadly died. I always have said that he should of been a minister or something like that.

It didn't work out back then when we were seeing each other.

I love dogs, he doesn't.....He was and still continues to be incredibly secretive. I didn't even know he had kids until after three years of seeing him. He would never let me know where he lived...I still don't know, how weird is that...pretty weird.

Quirky, that's a good word. He is very quirky, but I have to say that he's always there for me. If I need something all I have to do is just to pick up the phone and he'll be there.

But there is just no way, I can't go there again.......

I was watching a movie the other night and it was called 27 Dresses, it's a real chick flick. I couldn't help but be a little sad at the time, because that wild romantic time of life, which this movie was all about, seems to have past me by.

Gone for me, are the days of the "possibilities" of discovering Mr. Right. I have somehow missed the train for that ride.

To me those naive thoughts are for young girls...that exciting possibility of finding just that right person to share my life.

I don't have those thoughts anymore...because I don't believe that there is a Mr. Right.

So sadly and with a tear, I declined the gift that he has offered that night as we sat together at the table. As tempting as it was.... to have someone completely loving me...I just cannot accept.

Because he is not my Mr. Right.

See The Light....

This was given to me from one of my favorite dog people. I had to steal it, too cute!

No matter what situations life throws at you... No matter how long and treacherous your journey may seem... Remember, there is a light at the end of the tunnel! You're laughing aren't you? That's good... My job here is done! Have a great day!

The Hunt

Last night around 1:00 I had to let Pinky out as usual, and then I went to the bathroom where there is a window.

I could hear a ruckus outside and didn't think anything about it and then went back to bed. Pinky was still outside, which was not unusual.

I went back to sleep....only to wake up at 3:00 AM and there was no Pinky in bed.....What the hell?

The minute I started looking for him, I could feel something amiss.....there was a feeling in the air of thick suspense.

I step out on to the staircase....quiet....but I could hear a little russelling sound, enough to let me know that there is life down there, but all was not right.

I gingerly tip toe to the edge of the stairs and look down, and in the dark I can see Pinky's curled tail....but wait, something is not right, because I also see this black blob, and I'm not sure what it is.

I then turn on the light.....O NO!

There was a dead possum, and Pinky was standing guard over his kill.

PINKY! I said with horror.

My little dog, a cold blood murder....ugggggggg

Pinky...GET UP HERE! I said in disgust, and he comes trotting up to the bedroom.

I get back into bed, but not Pinky, he was juiced from the kill. wound up, pacing, jumping up and then down, and making a little mewing sound. I know he wanted to go gloat over his treasure.

I couldn't get back to sleep because I knew the animal was laying dead downstairs, and I knew I was going to have to clean up blood and guts (although Pinky was clean as a whistle).

I tip toe out of the room with Pinky on my heals.......I then locked him in the room so he would not continue with the kill....

I walked down the stairs......

No possum! The place where the animal had been laying (on its back) was empty!

It had been playing dead for Pinky for at least two hours while Daisy Girl and I were sleeping.

Pinky is still plexed and continues to look for his possum....I think he believes that I somehow stole his road kill because he looks at me with accusation while continuing the search for his treasure.

Spiritual Singing

I don't know why I thought I could do something like this.....

...because I can't ever remember words to songs, and I have always been that way. I have a really keen memory for everything else but not a song.

So here we are in this small group of eclectic people, and it all seemed so simple. They were chants that we were to sing as we did some sort of folk dancing.

We were suppose to look at that other person and acknowledge their spirit or something along that line. (yawn)

O crap, I know I looked like a total retard, because I was so busy trying to remember the words to the songs that I couldn't get the little twirls right...and believe me they were not hard. Not to mention that when I do sing, I make my dogs howl, so.......

I'm pretty sure I f----ked up the circle!

So much for my spiritual future.

NOT!

Another Milestone

I haven't posted about the growth of PawHealer because I have been bone tired. But tonight when I came home and checked my orders....

I had to sit back and I had to take note.....and I had to let it settle in.....

This little business is now doing $4k per week. That is $16K per month, and a run rate of $192K a year.

Sometimes I post about the negative things I feel, well tonight I'm posting about a great sense of satisfaction....and a feeling of gratitude.

Ahhhhhh to feel like I have found my way, for the first time , to feel as if it is just right, and to feel like it is something real, and not going to slip away like a mirage.

For that I am happy and and for that I am thankful that for the first time in my adult life, I can see....

O Boy.....

I'm feeling like I'm in a rut, so when one of my patients asked me to go to this whatever it is...I said yes.

Hmmmm...I don't do yoga, I don't meditate, I'm not into Goddess, (whatever that is)...I wonder how long I will last.

But who knows, maybe it will be fun. God knows I could use some peace........

Dances of Universal Peace

the second Saturday of every month

A spiritual practice to open your heart. Simple
circle dances using sacred phrases from the wisdom
traditions of the world. Everyone is welcome.
No experience needed.

Optional meditation 7:00pm. Dance meeting 7:30pm.
Suggested donation $ 8

Christ Lutheran Church Pacific Beach
4761 Cass St., San Diego

Call Louise 619

Another Week

I'm always thinking of writing to my blog.....but it seems as if there is not much ever to post.

But I have been having an inkling of a thought...and it bothers me.

It seems that no matter where I'm standing in life.....its never good enough.

Those childhood voices that live in the back of my head provide me with a daily litany of critique.

"I'm too fat'
"I'm not growing my business fast enough"
"The house is old and broken down and ugly " (its actually very beautiful...just needs some work)
"Noone would ever find me attractive again"

These voices have lived with me my entire life.

They come from the days of my father and mother.....hate to lay it on them, because I am 52.....but from the time I can remember, nothing was ever good enough for them...it was just not me, it was the way that they lived their life, and it has been past on to me.

Of course I have seen a therapist....Who would want to live with those nasty little voices....but it didn't work. Maybe I just didn't work hard enough to get rid of them.

I don't know....but they wear me down, and they make me feel like I can't live in the moment.

My life is a constant tread mill of trying to get to somewhere that when I arrive is never good enough.

It makes me sad.

Poor Dr. Pink Pinkerton

So here I am...8 solid hours a day on the phone talking with people about how to heal their dog....


And I am noticing that Dr. Pink Pinkerton's eye is not doing so good...I'm thinkin' he's got a great immune system it will take care of itself.....day after day goes by and the eye continues to drip and then it started looking really weepy....

Okay.....I guess I have to do something.....my own friggin dog, and I wait until the little guy can't see....

So then the fun started. First of all, I have never had much empathy for people with little dogs who have told me that can't get the herbs down them...I'm thinkin'....

Get control of your dog!

Uhhhh.....I found first hand, that's not so easy.

Every time the little bastard saw me, he would run the other direction. He hated getting his herb capsules...so the problem became that the eye would improve, and then get worse, because I would give up giving him his medicine.

I'm a bad dog mother.

Okay, now the eye is getting really really bad. So I figure I will do eye drops with herbs, And they worked....like a charm. I gave them to him three times....and stopped because his eye looked fine to me. Lazy me....I knew that I had to give them to him longer...

So his eye swelled up again....so once again I get the eye drops in him and the swelling is down....

Dr. Pink Pinkerton.....I promise you I will heal you this time, I promise!

Your Healing Dog Mom;

The PawHealer

A Make-Over...

The new logo and the label templet...the label is really cute because when seen bigger the cats eyes have a little green and the butterflies have green.

Big Thoughts

The other day I received a note form one of my very nicest customers. Her dog was just diagnosed with a serious disease.

This is a wonderful person that takes her dog to every specialist there is for veterinary medicine, and skies the limit when it comes to pet health care. She loves her dogs very much.

Suddenly, this sweet dog comes down with heart failure......after the multiple vet visits, and only then in an emergency situation, did they finally figure out there was a problem with the heart.

Prior to the visit where she learned of the problem, she had been to these "specialists" several times.

I'm sorry, but it seems that to me, the more money that people pay to these "specialists" the less return there is on the investment.

The pet is put on so many different drugs, that eventually the side effects of the drugs then result in another devastating life ending disease. Robbing Peter to pay Paul perhaps?

And who became richer from the progression?

I know we want our dogs and cats to live a long life, but just as with people, the health care industry has grown exponentially, and at the end of the day are we seeing the dividends of the investment?

Knowing that our investments have been wise choices shouldn't we be witnessing the longer lives of our pets? The last time I checked the statistics, they were actually living shorter lives.

Things that make you go hummmmm.

Little Thoughts

Today I hired my second employee. No sooner did I have the first one, but the business has grown and I am still working non stop.

Another milestone; 2 employees.....On my way up to 4K weekly sales...thats a lot of friggin herbs, and I do alot of non-stop talking.

All my employees are like me, they are in acupuncture school...so they love what we're doing here. The new girl will help me on the phones which is good, because I am so very tired....and getting fatter by the day.

The 15lbs I lost 6 months ago.....Hello; back again.

Yesterday we had to do a research paper on cancer....well of course I did mine on pets and cancer. I have quite a few dog patients that I work with and they have cancer. Why not? Right?

I think my young peers think I'm absurd ....I was so pound of my paper, I don't think they saw the beauty of the whole thing...

O well.....they don't matter to me....but I think its funny how totally obsessed I have become with my pet empire, others don't find me so humerus....I think they roll their eyes when they hear me talk about it, because thats ALL I talk about. I guess I am a tad obnoxious about the whole thing.

Okay.....thats it for tonight,....just a little something to keep me current.

What's New

I hired my first employee.

It's become that busy. So busy that I barley have time for much of anything. My pet empire is on the rise.

I ordered up 200 shipping envelopes this week. That's a big jump again.

I have my labels for my product. But I have to admit that I'm a bit intimidated to call on veterinarians. They can be so stuffy, and closed minded. I have a big problem with that, because my herbs really do work, and they are for very sick dogs.

Its like that in the human world as well. Main stream doctors keep alot away from people. I wonder why...

I see it as ego, plain and simple.

It's very sad because everyone suffers as a result of being so closed up in the box.

Okay...I'm making the pledge to call on my doctor tomorrow. EEEE Yikes...YOU CAN DO IT~


Still have not spoke with my mother....and that incident is becoming another distant memory, but not any less searing and painful. It's hard to believe that after 52 years that kind of thing can still happen. My family never ceases to amaze me.

On an upbeat note...sometimes there are those moments that are just so great. Today I was walking with the dogs....

And Pink Pinkerton decided he would take his first swim and retrieved a ball. It was a hoot. A real deep belly laugh. He's such a great dog.

We've all adjusted to Orbit being gone, but we still miss him. He left such a big space behind. At least the little dogs are eating again.

I had to down my units to 10 this semester, which will delay my graduation another semester. But I had to do it. With the rise of my empire, I just couldn't do it. On the positive side of that, for the first summer in 4 years, I don't have to have my nose in a book getting ready for some exam.

Okay....I feel better, I updated my personal blog....a break through. For some reason I felt like I had writers block.

Now I need to go a read what my blogger friends are up to.....

Beware Of......

Such a crappy experience but an eye opening one....

So there I was trying to help MY mother and this swarm of non speaking people were buzzing around me.

For some reason, the minute I walked in there was tension in the room. I'll never know if my brother had warned them of me...of what I'm not sure, but I have an inkling that it could of been about my Chinese medicine.

I'll never know, because I never intend to see those people again.

So there I was, looking at my mother's tongue, taking her pulse, getting ready to do some mild acupuncture. I was also going to suggest that we get her back to the hospital because it was apparent she was very ill.

In the state of California, an acupuncturist is considered a primary care giver, so we have to refer to acute care if the situation merits it. In the case of my mother, it did at that moment,

But I had no time to help her, because the minute I started interacting with her, these people were buzzing around my head. And when I got ready to do some acupuncture, that's when one of those people started to get physical.

This non speaking English woman was yelling and grabbing at me, telling me I could not do anything unless "Roger" says its okay.

That was like waving a red flag in front of a bull....since when did I go on my brother's payroll I was thinking. I dropped out of that palace hierarchy over seven years ago....he had no control over me...

I told the woman that it was MY mother and to stop bothering me. She pulled me again...At that point, with all the old demons floating in the back of my head, I went up to her and was about to deck her, she was no physical match for me....

When....the little voice in the back of my head said......"Holly is this really worth it?" because one of the other Mexican ladies was in the process of calling the police.

I kept looking at my mother expecting her to tell them to stop it, because I was her daughter. She said nothing.

I don't think I can ever forgive her for that. I know she was really sick, but she could talk....this is not the first time something along this line has happened, where she let my brother or my brother's attack dogs had come after me.

I think she allowed this because she so much likes the attention of my brother, and there she was in all the glory, HER SON was taking care of her.

So....I quickly summed up the situation and said screw it, it was not worth me having to deal with the police and everything that went along with that scene.

Once I made up my mind, I packed up my things, looked at my mom, and told her I would never see her again.

In my mind, my mother died that day.

I have not seen or spoken to my father or my brother for over seven years. They are no longer my family.

Now my mother is gone to me....

Just because your born into a family does not mean that one must continue to swallow toxic crap and that was my last gulp of my families poison.

Never Again.....the last door finally closed. I'm outta there.....forever.

And The Beat Goes On.....

Its so hard to blog about things that happen to you when there is years and years and years of history that lead up to a single event.

So how to frame the post without it becoming a novel makes it difficult.

Let me try;

I have not spoken to my brother for over seven years. However, due to the fact that my mother has become seriously ill, we have had some interactions, however not face to face.

My brother is very wealthy, and that's an understatement. So when my mom started having all her problems, he pretty much started taking over her care...in every respect. He has always been one to take control, and I mean that in every sense of the word.

How do I talk about the years leading up to our split...how do I talk about the day when he had me taken away by the police and had me put into "observation" for a seventy two hour watch, as my mother looked on? How do I talk about how it changed my life forever?

I can't......I've never forgiven him for what he did to me.....and the beat goes on...

I got a phone call from Aunt Sally that my mom was doing worse....she had contracted some sort of bug at the hospital and had severe diarrhea (I think it was withdrawals from the drugs). The call was really her putting pressure on me to go and see my mother and help her with my Chinese medicine.

Because my brother has been so involved, I have stayed away from my mother, looking back, it was my strong instinct for self preservation. I knew that getting even close to my brother would hold danger to me and my well being...

I was right.....and ooooo how right I was...

Sally nudged me down there.....I had resisted up to this point, because I have learned that the people who appreciate you are those that seek me out, it is not me trying to convince them that there are alternative means in which to heal. I learned this a long time ago....that's why I never even did acupuncture on my mother, because my family does not understand this way of thinking. I DIDN'T WANT TO GO....

and I did......

I walked into my mom's house and I went to her bed....she was laying there and she was whiter than death, in fact she looked almost dead. I turned around and looked at the three Mexican house keepers that my brother had hired to watch over her. I handed them the rice cooker that I had brought for her to make congee ( a healing food), I put my acupuncture box down on the bed.....

The Mexican ladies went into a tizzy...I ignored them and started looking at my mom and asking her questions. My mother was in horrible shape, deathly ill.

I was getting ready to do acupuncture when all the sudden the head Mexican lady started heatedly asking me "what are you doing, what are you doing" of course with a very thick accent, if you can imigine that...a friggin Mexican asking ME what I'm doing to MY mother...

I looked at her and I told her that I was going to do some acupuncture on my mother and she said "oh no your not, you put nothing into her unless ROGER (my brother) says its okay" She is screaming this at me....I ignored her...AND THEN...

SHE GRABS MY ARM.....I'm not kidding....she physically grabbed me.

I'm a strong girl.....and you don't screw with me.

I turned on her and I threw her against the wall....

This is upsetting me....I will write what happened a little later.....

Not A Good Daughter...

When I was young, my mom had MS...she got the kind that left her completly paralyzed and then she would slowly regain her motor functions....she had about four of these episodes and they started when I was about 4 and went through until I was 12.

The biggest problem was not the MS but it was her eventual drug addiction to sleeping pills. They gave them to her like candy when she was in the hospital so that she could sleep.

My mom was not a happy woman with her marriage, so between the MS and her unhappiness, she dove into the world of drug abuse. After many horrible years and finally a divorce, my mom stayed cleared of drugs...

Until just recently...

She had that fall that cracked her hips...she was in pretty bad shape because she has never eaten properly along with the fact of most of her life she has been a smoker (recently she finally gave them up).

Anyway...she was doing fine until they moved her to the rehab hospital, and then one of the new new young doctors got the bright idea to give her Oxycotin...which is only one of the most addicting drugs on the planet...

She has been looped ever since....no eating, no rehab, no nothing. Just like the ole days...just drugged out and now wasting away.

It honestly made me cringe to see her like this. I have not been able to visit her very often because it takes me back in time....

An awful time...

I'm a bad daughter.

Something Happened On The Way To Beauty Shop

I STOPPED GOING!

It all started around last summer...I was sick of my hair. Sick of going and getting it cut, and not happy with the style...and not happy with the color etc etc etc.

So, I said screw it, and just took the scissors to my hair and just cut it all off. I really go into it, I even shaved it down to the scalp. It was liberating....I liberated myself from my hair....

Next...I had acrylics...the kind that is all white and they do the gel thing on them? Out the window with those....got sick of sitting there and had them all taken off...I felt free...not to mention I'm saving a nice chunk of change.

I took it another step....no more pedicures. Why bother?

I'm even letting a slight roll of fat take residence in my mid section....however thats where I draw the line.

Some people might say I'm letting myself go....Not me, I feel like for the first time in my life I'm accepting myself for just the way I am, plain and simple....

And its liberating!

The Post Office Walk

What have been doing...nothing but selling herbs and packing them, sending them out and shipping, day, after day, after day. My school break is just about over, and I never even saw it.

Yesterday I did one of my post office walks....the last time I blogged about it, I was marveling at the quantity of envelopes that I had requested...this is about two weeks ago. At that time I was excited that I was up to 50 packs.

Yesterday, I was out again, and had to go ask for more, this time I had to request over 100 envelopes in which to ship my orders.

Yes...this journey is becoming truly amazing. I am watching my life change overnight.

When I went to acupuncture school,( a second career) I wasn't sure it was really "me"...I was missing the business side of things....I was quite worried because it did not seem like the shoe was fitting. I was missing the moving and the shaking that business brings to the table...the excitement of the possibilities.

Now....out of the blue, the pieces of my future are crystal clear. I can see WAAAYYYYY far ahead and I like what I see. I'm going to be a giant pet business and I know I am going to be famous. Simple as that, I will be known for my products. I'm quite sure of it.

I'm working on my own private label right now. I am going to sell to veterinarians my special blend of herbal formula that stops the coughing of dogs. This is a big problem for the small breeds. I'm getting about a 90% healing rate...Time to take it to the big show!

All this excitement is kinda neat...but I do have to say that we are still missing Orbit. I miss the big ox......

I wish he were here to follow me around the house as I work this new business. What is really weird is that I keep catching shadows out of the corner of my eye. I noticed that the other day, it's a feeling of being startled. And it only has happened since Orbit left....I'm not quite sure if he's gone yet. I don't think he was ready to go, and he might still be hanging around...

I hope not, I hope he's up there playing away....sigh......

Why Does It Have To Be...

I know I seem morbid, but I can't help myself. Maybe its because Orbit died, and the finality of his going has really hit home for me.

Or maybe its because I got a glimpse of the road ahead....I hope not...

Give me the morphine and let me go.

I went to see my mom, she is in a nursing/rehab hospital trying to recover.

She asked me to go find her a candy bar....and as I was walking and observing the other patients, it occurred to me that they were all old.

So this is where old people go to die.....in rehab hospitals. It was so odd to me to look around and see this. It never occurred to me that this is how it all ends.....


There was one particular woman that was lying in her bed with an oxygen tube, her head was thrown back and she had an expression of horror permanently marked on her face. She was more dead than alive.

To think that most of those people at one time were productive, vibrant and healthy. They most likely had owned beautiful homes and had wonderful families...but now, just a few belongings hanging on the walls, making their small area their own, and appearing to just be waiting it out.

For the end.....

They Come In Three's They Say

Sigh......


It can stop now.

Last Sunday my mom was acting kinda weird. She has chronic back pain, and it for some reason was getting worse.

I knew she was getting into trouble so I called my brother, or I should say my brother's mother in law. Me and my brother have not spoken in seven years....Yup

Anyway, my mom never listens to me...So I sent in the big guns.

She didn't listen to him either.

Sunday night, early Monday morning she called 9-11....

She had taken too much pain medication and had fallen.

She is now in the hospital with two hairline fractures on both hips.

The doctor told her that because she does not take care of herself that her bones are brittle. Basically she is in bad shape due to bad lifestyle decisions.

Yes....that's my mother. The more I told her she needed to exercise, the more I tried to talk to her about what she eats, the more irritated she would get with me. Until I just gave up.

And here we are today.....and all I can ask myself is Why?

Good By Sweet Orbit

With a heavy heart I write this good by to my Sweet Orbit. Yesterday I had to let him go....I put him down at 6:30 last evening.

I miss him...My shadow who had become a part of my space. It feels so empty now, the vastness of him now gone from our lives.

Funny how much they become a part of who you are and who you've been. Orbit was there with me during some of the darkest times of my life. Always at my side....and now he's gone.

As simple as that....gone.

Its been a hard three days, but I feel better now. He got sick very quickly and he was suffering at the end, I had to let him go, for his sake, because I know he would not leave me, and would of held on until the bitter end.

Good By Sweet Orbit....Don't wait for me, go....play....and be happy. Don't worry about me, I'll be okay

I'll see you on the other side...be at peace.

I love you Sweet Orbit...

Just One Word

CHAOS

I can't say much more than that....we are having the wood floors redone.....it started out as a freebe, because the contractor did a really bad job a couple of years ago and I had been buggin him to redo them...he finally did.

But its turned into a complete redo...and very expensive. That has me wigged out a bit.

Next, me the dogs and my herbal pharmacy and business are camping out in two rooms. A nightmare.

I have to bribe them with bones because they are going nuts because of no walks...Life is not right over here at Sassafras St.

I had a take home final left I had to do....it ruined my week because I kept thinking I had to do it and I never would do it...Finally did it...AHHHHHH much better.


Orbit is sick and won't eat. We went to the beach and he drank a ton of salt water and pucked for a couple of days. He looks like skin and bones, he started eating tonight,,,,but he has lost alot of weight. If he is not eating more by tomorrow we will have to go to the vet and get fluids for him (IV). The salt must have disrupted his system, and I can't get him back to normal. We'll see, there was a glimmer of appetite tonight and he's running around barking a little bit.

I look like hell...plain and simple...To hell with it!

Ta Ta from Sassafras St.....