Well some of them are. Most people have shared their opinion with me but not with the public. For those of you who have shared your thoughts with me, thank you. You comments and kind words have made me glad I took the chance on sharing my life and especially my loves with you.
I ask that you share your thoughts with others through word of mouth or a formal review on whatever site you got your copy of the book. My goal is to reach out to as many people as I can and maybe save some more lost souls along the way. I promise you, it will be worth the effort.
I did find a new topic for my next book. It is a departure from non-fiction and I can’t wait to share it with you. All in good time.
On another note, I will be at the Skagit Valley Gardens on November 17th at 5 PM for Ladies Night. I will have books for sale and signing. I would be happy to sign your book if you have already purchased one.
Also amongst the crowd will be my talented artist friend Rebecca. She will be there showcasing her art. Her art is colorful, cheerful and lights up a room. Come see for yourself and let Rebecca’s art put a smile on your face. This is one of Rebecca’s many amazing projects.
Besides vendors, there will be lots of beautiful decorated Christmas trees, goodie bags, raffle tickets, beer, wine, food and an ugly Christmas sweater contest.
I hope to see you there. It will be a great chance to hang out with your friends and maybe make some new ones. Just think, you can knock out some of your Christmas shopping as well.
Moose won’t be there this time but he may be at the next one where he will give lots of lovely ladies kisses! I promise he will have a clean nose by then.
I stopped watching the news a few years ago for several reasons. Amongst them is the constant barrage of negativity which the media would like the public to believe is all there is in our world. Add to that social media which helps people think it’s acceptable to make hateful comments in anonymity. We as a society don’t need to look far to find reasons to hate.
Then there was a scene I was blessed to see the other day. One that filled me with hope. I ordered some food to go and waited outside because it was hotter in the restaurant than outside. A few moments later a teenage boy with Down’s syndrome walked out of the restaurant with his mother. He told her “I love you, mom”. She told him she loved him too. He then told her she was the best mother in the world. She answered with a heartfelt thank you.
I was checking my emails but I smiled to myself thinking, yes, she must be. They waited on the sidewalk when her husband and their younger child joined them. They started to walk past me when the teenage boy yelled something I could not understand. He was trying to get his father’s attention.
His mother stopped and said to him, “Wow! That was really loud.” She reminded him how he needed to talk at a lower volume and if he was trying to say something to his father he needed to walk up to him and say it.
His father was a few feet ahead of him with the younger child approaching their car. I looked up from my phone and smiled at the mother. She smiled back with a look that said, “Kids!”.
I was trying hard to mind my own business but not doing a good job of it. I heard the father talking to his son and exclaim, “Oh, he was reminding us we needed to get something at the store!” I turned around to see the father thanking his boy and giving him a big hug. I smiled at the father then had to turn away because my eyes were tearing up.
These were in fact the best parents in the world for these kids. The love they had for each other was a perfect, forgiving, unconditional love. It’s rare we get to see such an open display in such a seemingly hostile world.
There are people in this world that will lash out and even kill people for having a differing point of view. When did it become OK to deal with our problems, real or perceived with violence and hatred? It’s hard to find validity in a point of view expressed through harsh hateful words or violence.
I see the hate out there but I also see all the love that is there as well. I choose not to focus on the hate. For the most part I scroll past hateful Facebook posts without commenting. I ignore what the media tells me is wrong with the world and focus on the positive people and situations.
Thank you strangers for showing me what is right with the world.
It has been a few weeks since my book has been available to the public. I wrote this book for the pet owner that takes in the least desirable pets. I also wrote it for the ones who are on the fence about taking in a less than perfect pet. And of course for the ones that have no choice in the matter.
The following is the dedication for my book:
To the ones who speak volumes without uttering a word,
the ones who suffer yet forgive time and time again,
the ones who never lose hope
the ones who fight the good fight
because their hearts and souls would have it no other way—
and especially to those who love without condition,
be they human or canine
I have one simple favor to ask. If you read my book and enjoyed it, please share it. If you find you liked it and were able to relate, please take the time to write a review.
It is my hope that the people that need to find my book can. I know when I struggled with raising my pack the right way I had few choices and little support. I stayed the course and everything came together in a cohesive way.
It shouldn’t have to be a struggle for anyone and I want to help those who find themselves in the same predicament.
Thank you all for the support you have shown me so far. Please share, talk about it, and get the word out. Help someone see they are not alone.
At long last, my book, For The Love Of Moose , has been published. It took a few years to get to this point but I did it. There were doubts – I had many. I was not sure anyone would want to hear what I had to say. Nor was I sure I could write well enough to publish an entire book. It takes a great deal of time to move an idea onto paper and then work with it until it is readable and enjoyable.
Maybe my book isn’t great. But, if t touches just one person then it was worth it. If the book causes someone to advocate for a difficult or discarded dog, I have accomplished my goal.
I didn’t write this book to get rich or make a name for myself. I had a message and an improbable dream. Animals are not yard ornaments or ours to torture or fight for us. They are our pets and parts of our family.
Each one is as unique as any of us. Each has the capacity to feel, I don’t care what science says. I believe my dogs are happy to see me and miss me when I am gone a long time.
This is the most important take away from my book:
Whether a dog is blind, deaf, or has behavior problems, consider taking that angel under your wing. Those types of dogs take more work, but I promise you will not regret it. Special-needs dogs aren’t for everybody, but neither a shelter nor the streets is a place for any dog. The challenges will be many with this kind of dog in your home. I had my share of challenges and shed many tears of frustration, fear, and love. I was sometimes scared to death Moose would be taken away from me—or worse, killed because he hurt another animal. It all made me stronger and helped me build better relationships.
Many times I was the teacher, but I was most often the student. If your eyes and heart are open, you stand to learn many lessons from a teacher that uses no words. My wish for you is to find your own once-in-a-lifetime dog.
I dream of a world full of no kill shelters, free of backyard breeders, free of animal cruelty and the end to animal fighting.
So, please, take some time to dream. You never know, your dream might be the one that saves us all.
It has been six months since my last blog post. Some of you may be wondering what happened, some of you may not have even noticed. Either way, I plan on updating you on my whereabouts.
I had some guilt to deal with after selling my mother’s house. After talking to a friend who went through the same thing, I realized it was the only thing I could do. These days my mother is finding it harder and harder to create sentences that make any sense. She does not know who I am and never asks about me. Perhaps the world she lives in I just don’t exist.
I have done some light decorative remodeling around my house. I find lighter, neutral colors to be my liking these days. I also find the farmhouse look to be quite welcoming and warm. I spent some money and a great deal of my time changing my décor style from eclectic to farmhouse. It is a work in progress but I am getting there. I have built furniture and other items I have been too cheap to buy. I have to say I enjoy working with wood and the satisfaction of accomplishment it brings.
My biggest project and reason for my absence was the completion of my book. I decided I had spent too much time making changes. I buckled down, went through my final edits and I FINISHED it! What a great feeling that was to send off my book to the publisher.
I did learn a few things about what I could and could not say when writing a book. As far as content and structure, I did well. The biggest criticism of my writing was that I can be wordy. Some remarked to me they found it odd that wordy was not good when writing a book but I get it. I find it ironic that I can be too wordy when I rarely partake in conversations. If I am passionate about a topic I will speak up loud and clear. Most of the time, I refrain from sharing and I listen more than speak.
Through all this I want to tell all my readers to never give up on your dreams. Writing a book has long been a dream of mine and it will soon be a dream I can hold in my hand. Many times I wanted to quit. I thought, who am I to write a book? I am Moose’s mom and an advocate for misunderstood and mistreated dogs. I dream one day I will be able to put all I have learned in my life and career and make the world a better place for dogs.
What is your dream? Have you given up on it? Have you given up on yourself. I hope you haven’t. I did not and I am so glad I kept with it. Don’t let your dreams die within you. Go make them happen.
The start of a new year is a time of reflection for most. We look back at what we have accomplished and set goals for the New Year. Often times we see the dawning of a new year as a chance to start anew.
Tomorrow marks the beginning of my forty-eighth year. I choose my birthday as a time to reflect, determine what I have learned and how far I have come. So much happens in a year’s time.
Last year was the first year my mother did not call me first thing in the morning. She always said she wanted to be the first one to call me and wish me a happy birthday. My mother not calling last year hurt my feelings and even more so when I did not hear from her at all. What I thought was stress from my father’s passing was her dementia stealing her memories.
After dealing with a natural disaster that killed 42 people and forced me to evacuate, there were two other major events at work. The first targeted my fellow employees riddling their workplaces and cars with bullets and injuring one of them. A few days later I had to respond to a school shooting that took several young lives. When all these events occurred in one year, it made me want to move as soon as I finished out my term at work.
After the New Year rolled around my mother’s health took a turn for the worse. I had to find a place for her to live where someone could assist her with daily functions. I had been out to see her in January and I thought all was well with her having full time caretakers. I soon found myself having to learn about dementia, it’s effects on those afflicted and those tasked with caring for them. Six months later I was back in my hometown having to sell my mother’s home and all her possessions.
I hated having to be the one to rid her of what used to be her memories. Yet it was healing for me to close the door on the house that held so many negative memories. I am finally free of the baggage I have carried for so many years.
Being in the middle years of life means loss is a constant companion. After losing my mother to dementia, I will have to one-day deal with the loss of her presence in this world. A few weeks ago I lost my dog. I spent seven years loving this dog that had nothing to give me but his love, lots of laughter and sweet memories.
I like to take my birthday off from work. The weather usually takes a turn into fall right before my birthday. Every few years I am granted a reprieve and can take part in my absolute favorite birthday activity, taking a nap on my porch swing. This year, I managed to talk one of my coworkers into making me a German chocolate cake so I will go to work. With any luck, I will cut out early. The weather this year is looking promising. The temperatures should be in the mid seventies. It will be perfect for some reflection then a nap on that porch swing.
Seven years ago a large black and white mixed breed dog walked into my life and joined my pack of three dogs. More accurately, he walked into the glass door of the store I was meeting him at. He had my heart instantly. The rescue worker told me he was at least seven years old, he might be hard of hearing, vision impaired and he definitely was prone to seizures. She offered to give him to me but I insisted on paying full price for Lenny.
It did not take long to realize Lenny was not hard of hearing and he was not vision impaired. He just did what he wanted to do and on his time schedule. Nothing fazed him. I only heard him bark one time in these seven years.
The fifth dog into my pack was Moose. Once Moose came into my pack, Lenny became what a dog should be. Lenny bonded with him and trusted Moose. He would chase Moose, jumping and trying to block his path when Moose was running after a Frisbee. Moose never once lost patience with Lenny and they both had a fantastic time.
Earlier this year I learned Lenny had cancer. I don’t know how long he was living with it before it became obvious. A tumor was removed from inside Lenny’s mouth and his toe was removed as well. Malignant melanoma was the diagnosis. I had no idea a dog could get a skin cancer. The vet told me Lenny had about 5 month to live.
Five months later, that prediction came true. Those five months were filled with fun, chasing Moose, eating as many cookies as he wanted and whatever dinners he desired. You would be hard pressed to know Lenny was a sick dog.
Then today Lenny fell and something was obviously wrong. He could move his legs but could not stand. His neck was stiff and his eyes kept involuntarily moving from the back of his head to the forward position. His 130 pound body was immediately loaded into my truck and off to the emergency vet we went. Moose came with us. He was his one canine friend and I hoped he could offer some comfort to Lenny.
The doctor was kind and he did a great job explaining things to me. He believed Lenny’s cancer had likely spread to his brain. He was not going to recover. I knew it was time to let him go and the tears free flowed down my face. The doctor told me if it helped, it was what he would do for his own dog. It did, but I continued to cry. Moose came in the room and Lenny seemed to perk up a bit as he recognized the scent of his old friend. I lay down with him and held him while he was injected with the anesthesia. It was easy and peaceful. I knew the exact moment he took his last breath. I stayed there with him for several minutes after he was gone.
On the ride home, Moose licked my face then dropped his head onto my chest and stayed there for the rest of the ride. I think he knew my heart was broken. I am grateful Lenny found his way into my life and blessed me with seven years of the purest form of love only a dog can give. Run cancer free my kind, gentle soul.
I recently listened to a podcast of an interview with one of the founders of Netflix. Netflix founders started the company on the premise employees will have a job as long as they are a productive member of the team. When the employee is no longer effective, it is time for them to move on.
Netflix shows all new hires training Power Points. One of the slides lists the nine behaviors and skills the company values in their colleagues. These skills and traits are further defined so there is no ambiguity about what the company means by each trait.
These are fantastic values and I wish every company looked for these in their staff. How much more would you look forward to going to work if your company valued these traits in it’s employees. A Power Point slide states, “Imagine if every person at Netflix is someone you respect and learn from…” Yes, imagine that. It sounds like the ideal workplace.
There is a catch though and it is a big catch. “Adequate performance gets a generous severance package”. Most companies, especially unionized companies expect just a ‘meets standards’ performance. Unfortunately, most companies set this bar pretty low.
To maintain this high level in their staff, Netflix further explains its stance. “We’re a team, not a family. We’re like a pro sports team, not a kid’s recreational team. Netflix leaders hire, develop and cut smartly, so we have stars in every position.” Do you find this a bit harsh? Maybe it is but Netflix does not expect anyone to work for them forever. The concept seems to have worked for the company as they continue to be a powerhouse. Work hard as long as you can and you won’t get cut from the team.
I love the long days of summer. Sitting on the patio and reading until the mosquitos drive me inside is something I look forward to all year. But summer seems to have suddenly given up on the Pacific Northwest. We started summer strong with record-breaking temperatures. Now the days are getting shorter and clouds fill the skies. The temperatures have been anything but average.
My garden is showing the effects of the sudden shift. It is mid August and it is time to harvest my pumpkins. Last year I had a bumper crop of tomatoes, this year I will be lucky to avoid blight. I did have some luck with cantaloupe and watermelon. I thought I would try them believing the meteorologist’s predictions of a hot summer. This is the plight of gardening in the Northwest. You never know what kind of summer you are going to get.
Except for the humidity, it feels like fall around here. As much as I love summer, fall is a chance to slow down a bit. This summer has been particularly loaded with activity for me. I had an unscheduled trip to Texas to sell my mother’s belongings as well as her house. One month later I hosted a wedding for a friend at my home. The wedding was outdoors and over 300 people showed up. It was one of the most beautiful weddings I have ever been to. Not long after the wedding was over I agreed to volunteer in eastern Washington helping with the wildfires. These major events have added to the sense of a shortened summer. I look forward to slowing down and doing less.
The shorter fall days make me go inside sooner and even get to bed sooner. It is a kind of grounding. There are so many other things to look forward to with fall. The trees light up the landscape with their colors of gold and red. Crisp evenings mean bringing out the cozy sweaters while sitting on the porch swing sipping on a cup of hot cocoa.
The best part of fall is everything pumpkin, pumpkin lattes, pumpkin treats and even pumpkin soup. The other day I cheated by combining the two seasons. I made an ice cream pumpkin pie. It was amazing.
Then there is the simplest of pleasure. The new fall TV line up will be back soon. I am not much of a TV watcher. I do record a few shows and watch the on the weekends while I do my chores and work on projects. I have so many projects I had to put on the back burner this summer.
Finally, fall bring back-to-back holidays and the chance to visit with friends and family. I am sad summer is ending but I am looking forward to the fall. I need some serious down time and a few pumpkin lattes.