In Rememberance.

My Bailey on the left and Bev's Cricket on the right.

They were the best of long distance friends. When

Cricket would come to visit they played so hard, they

could hardly breathe, their little tongues dragging on the floor.

Cricket always pulled at Bailey's ears, leaving them swollen

and a little sore. She learned to grab him by the hind leg,

or go up underneath him when he got bigger than her, to pull him down.

Bailey's been gone for 2 years now. Just this week poor

Cricket was diagnosed with cancer and had to be put to sleep.

Bailey and Cricket are back together again, running like they used to.

That I am sure of.

Happy Birthday to Me

Oh lucky me, I have made it through another year!

Not that I thought for one minute that I wouldn't,

but sometimes you never know. Anyway, on Wednesday

I will be the great age of 55. Who would of thunk?

I remember (yes, my memory is still partially there) back

in elementary school thinking about the year 2000 and

what age I would be then. I couldn't comprehend being

that "old"...yet here I am. For turning 55 I can get a

tall cup of coffee at the Coffee Beanery for only $1.00.

Woohoo! So in celebration of my birthday I bought

myself a piece of jewelry from Ingrid Dijkers.

Ingrid is a multi-talented artist, not only in her

jewelry making skills, but she is a journalist and a

doll artist too.

She also has been doing the Michigan Ren Fest for a few years.

I was hoping to get there this year and visit her in her shop.

But it's looking like it won't be happening, time is running out

and there is so much to do around here. Next year for sure.

Ingrid has a nice blog, and a beautiful website.

I have so much more to write about, this week

was busy and I did so much. I'm going to get

back on the blogging, I've been missing that.

And here is Rubee Dew looking bashful. It's been one

week since we brought her home and we just adore her.

She is so different from Bailey, but that's what we love

about her. She is such a smart girl. God sent me another

Angel that's for sure.

And we shall call you Rubee...

because you are a bright little jewel in our life.
This is our newest addition to the Garvison family.
Her "real" name is Briar Hills Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
But that was a bit too much and we shortened it down
to something a little easier. Rubee Dew....

9 months old today. A little girl in a big dog's body. We have
lots of fun together. We're working on our housebreaking
skills. She's used to running in and out, playing in a fenced in
area. But she is a smart girl and she's learning fast.

She's just the sweetest thing. Gives lots of kisses and isn't
afraid of anything. Rubee didn't have a clue how to climb
stairs, but after one day she's up and down them like a champ.

An absolutely gorgeous color. Black and Silver. Never seen
one that color before. This is her show coat. Sheri had to
choose between Rubee and her brother to keep and show, the
handler like Coop better and we got Rubee.

She has toys, lots of them and getting more all the time.

Can't help it I like squeaky things...lol!

She's used to sleeping in her crate at night. I'm trying to

keep it that way. Beverly and I have a bet on how long it

will be before she's sleeping in bed with me.

I'm winning so far, but it's only been 3 days. We'll just have

to see how it ends up.

RRRRRR Matey!!!

My Mom let me jump in the water today. But they

all laughed at me 'cause my butt has gotten so big

over the last three weeks that it kept sinking in the

water. But I showed them, I made it back to shore

and out again a couple of times. Now I'm really stinky

and I have to have a bath. What's a porkchop? That's

what everyone is calling me....I thought my name was

Bailey.

A Bad Story with a Happy Ending

I'm back from the Bead and Button Show,
haven't downloaded my pictures yet, just being lazy.
I almost didn't go after all that anticipation.
Wednesday night I was out in the back planting the
rest of my plants before leaving for the weekend.
I wasn't watching my dog, she usually stays out in the
yard while I plant. So while I was watering the container
I look over and here is Bailey chomping on something
by the garage door. So I yell at her, go over to see what she
was chewing on and darn if it wasn't a piece of rat poisoning
that WAS NOT suppose to be in that garage for obvious reasons.
So I gather the pieces, grab the dog, run to the phone and
start calling vets. And of course since its 9 at night,
all I get are recordings! RATS, double RATS!
Finally I find an emergency vet service in Kalamazoo
(40 miles away). I start forcing peroxide down her to
make her vomit and Bev comes to drive me to Kazoo.
On the way she throws up once in the towel (gross...all
foamy). We get her to the vets, rummage through the
vomit in the towel...she ate way more than I thought.
They make her vomit one more time...this time she
brings up more grass and a baby bird...where did she
get that? I swear she'll eat anything that doesn't eat her
first. I mean she swallowed that baby bird whole. The vet
looks at me like I'm the irresponsible parent that I am.
Makes me feel awful, cause I totally love my little girl.
So we give her a dose of activated charcoal and vitamin K
pills. I have to keep her really quiet for three weeks so she
won't bleed out on me. I really feel like we caught her
soon enough, but how much poison does it take in her
system to kill her? I didn't ask, mainly cause I don't want
to really know. I've been carrying her up stairs and down
the stairs, putting her on the couch, taking her off the couch,
I am about broken myself. As for the poison, its out of the
garages for good. Back to the sticky papers for the rodents.
And Bailey is sitting like a Queen in my arms, enjoying all the
attention she's getting. Clueless.

Happy Birthday Bailey

Happy Birthday to you Bailey!

Today Bailey turns seven...where

did that time go? She is the love

my life and truly my best friend.