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L is for Lily

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Immy, Chloe, Tobias and Lily

Summer of 2001, our doxie Chloe gave birth to five little female pups. One of those pups was my heartdog, Lily. We had two pups that were nearly identical and my brother named them Phil and Lil after the Rugrats. Lil was a bouncy, jovial little girl who pranced nicely at the end of a leash (where her sisters balked LOL) We found her a home…but a few months later we got a call back. The woman had allergies and although she tried to keep Lil, the doctor recommended she give her away. We went and picked her up and we just…clicked. She started sleeping with me and I began to train her and she became a member of our doxie family (Chloe, her mom, as well as our male, Tobias, and the runt of the litter that my mom kept, Immy)

We set up a date to get her spayed…only to have her go into heat and then a false pregnancy, becoming hormonal and even getting milk in. The vets didn’t want to do surgery until she dried up and recommended we wait. Only every time we’d get her in, she’d be in a false pregnancy. This went on for two years; we worked around her hormones (she was very…bitchy to put it nicely lol) and we joined 4-H…only to have her go after my dog leader with teeth. Fiiiinally we were able to get her in and get her spayed and she calmed down majorly. She even showed in a year of 4-H and loved it :)

We grew closer. She was the dog that put up with everything I put her through (once, after watching a Westminster show, I decided I was going to someday be a handler…and poor Lily was my guinea pig LOL) I battled with severe anxiety; the only way my parents could get me out of the house was if I could bring Lily. She became my security blanket in a way…and my best friend in another. She goes trick-or-treating with us every year (she dresses up as a hotdog xD!)

Hard to believe she’ll be 11 this year. She’s gotten grey and has lost some teeth. Her sister, Immy, we had to have put down last month due to declining health. Their mom Chloe is going downhill fast; my dad’s struggling with the right decision. Lil is the last remaining puppy from the litter of five that we know of. She still loves to go for car rides; all I have to say is “car” and her eyes light up like Christmas lights and she dashes out the door with the spirit of a pup. Even though she’s getting up there in years, I have hope that she’ll stick around awhile longer. She’s still moving around great and doesn’t seem to have any pain, or even aging signs beyond the grey muzzle.

My old girl in her hotdog outfit last Halloween :) A face only a mother could love xDD

She’s also the basis for Lil Summers, a teenage doxie shifter from my up-and-coming YA book, Hunger. :) Which I really need to finish LOL

I love my girl :)

Long Day Was Long

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First thing’s first: 19k for Camp Nano :) Whoot, ahead of the game by a couple of thousand words, which is making me feel pretty darn good. My goal is to finish my novella-novel (unsure which it is at the moment) by August 31st, rather than 50,000 words. (Okay, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get 50k! I just don’t foresee my story being that long! Still, I’ve got another novella I need done by Jan, so I may start that :D )

This past week we’ve had my stepsisters for their last days of summer vacation before school starts (I believe they’re going into 10th grade, 5th grade and Kindergarten, respectively). I’ll admit–I’m not a big little-kid fan. They drive me insane and I stress out when the 3 bedroom house is full of 7-10 people (this includes blood family, step family and whatever friends my sibs have over). I typically hide out in my bedroom until they leave, but a week’s a little long to only come out to use the bathroom and eat LOL. So I endured. They were good and I actually -gasp- enjoyed their company…until today, at least, when I woke up too early and before breakfast the 5-year-old was nagging me: “I wanna play Barbie.com!”. Uh, no. Eat your cereal and shaddup! XD (Okay, I’m not THAT mean…kinda)

Then of course we had my new puppy, Remy’s neuter scheduled for today. Mom got up at 6 am, took him to our low-cost spay/neuter clinic some 30 minutes away, and came back. We estimated picking him up between 5-6 pm, giving us time for a nap. Upon learning that the girls’ mom couldn’t come until 6, and we’d be in town then with no one home to watch them, we (read: I) had a little spazz attack. So we changed plans, got permission to drop the girls off at their grandma’s place…and then the clinic called and said we had to pick Remy up between 2-3pm. Cue panic x 2. Add into the mix the fact that long-distance car rides make me anxious (and long-distance car rides + 2 talkative kids under 10 make me even MORE anxious? Yes I’m a naturally nervous person–I’m on meds for a reason xD)

Long, long day.

But in the end? I got some amaaaazing Japanese teriaki chicken on fried rice? To. Die. For. Plus the fact that we swung past my friend’s place and visited for a little bit. The day turned out pretty good ;)

Remy’s home and no worse for the wear; the anesthetic’s already worn off and now we’ve been instructed to keep him “quiet” for 7-10 days. Even though Remy is part doxie, and my other doxies are…well…lazy? Remy is young and spirited and races laps around the front yard on a Flexi-leash every night. And we’re supposed to keep him quiet? LOL. Ohboy. He’s not even been home three hours and he’s wanting to go-go-go. Having a couple of parts removed has not phased him. He looks at me with those big, melty-chocolate eyes and practically says “Moooommmm whyyyyy?” xD So cute. Can’t help but love him <3

See what I mean about melty-chocolate eyes? :D

Hello again!

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Summer of 2011 has been kicking my butt.

First thing, I burnt out after 30k of Hunger, my YA SocNoc novel and I just couldn’t force it any longer. I went into a depression-like-state that made me unhappy, unwanting to do anything but sleep. I pondered hibernation, but I decided it wouldn’t work since I’m not a bear (and my bladder hates me. SO!).

Then, just as I got a little spark of Muse and went back to Hunger, my cat started acting odd. Sick. Not like herself. Of course, Pandora being my favorite cat, I was panicked and in tears. She wasn’t eating, drinking, going to the litterbox. She just…laid there. Lethargic. I assumed it was a hairball–she’d done this before, months ago. I gave her hairball medicine…and she didn’t fight me (and believe me when I say this cat fiiiiights). That’s when I noticed a smear of something gross on the bed. Many angsts and a bucket of tears later, we got her into the only vet that was not booked…and it turned out she had pyometra, which is an infection in the uterus. Rare in cats, but she’d never really gone into season so we didn’t spay her. Had we not found it as soon as we did, she’d be gone. Needless to say, thank God for Care Credit. They were the only way we were able to afford her emergency surgery. She’s back. She was so so so happy to be home. She’s now recovered and her shaved belly hair is growing back. Turns out, she had a large cyst on her left ovary that kept her from going into heat. So basically my cat had Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome…just like me. LOL. I love her so so much. I’m so happy to have her healthy again.

So, I was ready to write once more… Then my parents went camping and brought home a puppy and I fell in love. He’s an all black, wire haired dachshund-chihuahua (chi-weenie! XD). 5 months old–his owner’s daughter was really sick and between allergies and her hospital bills, they couldn’t afford him…and Mom couldn’t leave him behind. I laid eyes on him and melted. Just. Melted. I scooped him into my arms…and he became Remy. Remy is the name I’ve had picked out for my next dog for over a year. I’d planned on a little longhair doxie, maybe spring/summer of 2012. Female. Preferrably chocolate or dappled. Not a chiweenie, and not a boy. I’ve always been against having boy dogs… But…he’s here and I adore him. He’s a bouncy, stubborn, fun-loving, bright-eyed little guy. We’ve had him for two weeks now and he’s fitting in wonderfully. We’ll be having him neutered as soon as we can get him in.

And I came up with a Shiny New Idea, plotted it out a little, and started writing on it. Then one of our inside cats got outside and stuck up 60+ feet on the highest branch in an unclimbable tree…and proceeded to stay there and mew like a baby for 30 hours (he got chased up by the dogs). We tried getting on the two-story roof, tried calling him down with canned food, tried spraying him with a hose. My Mom looked stuff up on the internet and found that cats can supposedly only survive a few days without food and water before they go ‘toxic’ and she pretty much went emo, overly stressed and tired and was bawling, saying he was as good as dead. Talk about drama… So everyone in the house was stressed, I was torn between bawling my eyes out and begging the darn cat to come down. I just kept praying and crying that he’d be okay.I couldn’t give up…

At 2 am Sunday morning, little Toki–terrified and hungry–came down the tree far enough for my step dad to climb the tree (and nearly fall out) and grab him. Toki is now safe inside once again and the experience has matured him from a trash-thieving little kitten-cat to a calmer, quieter adult.

And I just keep hoping the drama is over for awhile LOL.

I’ve currently got 5 scenes outlined on Bonedust and still working on it. I’ve also decided to jump in and do Camp Nanowrimo! :) I figure, if anything else, it gets me writing daily again, even if 1667 words a day is a little daunting haha. :) Still, gonna jump in and try and swim for it! :D