Category: dogs


Cammie came up on my Google photos rediscover this day thing. This was from 2014, two years before she passed away. Timehop broght up one of her from 2012.

Cammie had her own chair.
Chihuahua sitting on chair. Dog is partially covered by a towel.
Cammie undercover
Chihuahua sitting on chair.
Cammie in 2012


I haven’t posted here in while, but I’ve been blogging a lot for work. I’ve also been making jewelry like crazy. Read about that in my other blog.

My exercise schedule was less than full last week, but it was better than the week before.

I will email my intent to graduate form tomorrow. I will be so glad to be finished.


I titled this one “hydration” because I have discovered that if I drink enough water, I feel a lot better. Those minor MS symptoms that normally have almost disappear when I’m adequately hydrated. The downside of this is frequent visits to the restroom.

My neck hurts because I’ve been making jewelry and looking down at my phone too much. I need to take a break from both of these activities, or try harder to keep my head up. I’m not writing much tonight because my neck hurts.

Photo of my and my dog Sadie.
Sadie & Me





From 2010 – About a dog

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

My Doggie


I always thought that if I got married to a man who loved dogs I would love dogs too. Well maybe I was thinking that I could get to know a particular dog and over the years learn to love it.

It seems I have done just that but it has taken no time at all to love Annie, my Malamute/Huskey mix. I love Annie and have decided that she is My dog. I talk to her, take her for walks, give her treats. I think of her when I’m not at home. Even her doggie smell and doggie breath are fine with me.

And now I’ve got these guys too!



Birds for Thought

She stood outside the door, holding the dog’s leash, waiting for the pretty chocolate lab to do her business. She looked up in time to see two large crows winging their way across the sky. Her eyes followed them until they were out of site. Then two more passed, and then three. 
There was something profound about the way these birds floated across the sky. Maybe the profundity didn’t reside with birds, but in her observation of them. She felt that she had witnessed something holy. She didn’t have a religious practice, so holy wasn’t the right word. There was just something about experiencing those birds that made her feel connected to the universe, and to her, the universe was God. There were days when she believed in God and there were days when the existence of an all-powerful deity seemed impossible. She sometimes wondered if the universe, or if she herself was real.

The dog finished what she was doing, and responding to the tug at her leash, trotted back into the house.


Goodbye to Cammie

Cammie took a turn for the worse a few days ago.  She couldn’t keep any food down, and she had trouble getting around. It got worse the next day. She seemed to be having seizures, and we suspected she had a stroke. We decided it was time to let her go. We said goodbye on January 1st.

Cammie would have turned 15 this year. We think she might have made it past that, were it not for a tumor on her liver. The vet diagnosed the tumor in April of 2014. He said we could expect her to live another 3 to 6 months. She almost made it two more years! I think she stayed around for so long because of the all of the love she received from us. My husband was especially sweet on her, and I could tell that he was the light of her life. They were quite a pair.

We miss Cammie a lot. I find myself expecting to see her in her spot at the head of the bed when I go into the bedroom at night. When I walk through the garage to take Sadie out the side door, I imagine Cammie trotting across the floor and pausing to check if  there’s any leftover food in her dish.

We will always love our perfect little Cammie. It was an honor to have her in our little animal family.

Four images of Cammie the Chihuahua

My Monday

Yesterday was interesting. I sold something on Ebay, and it was time to ship it to the buyer. I packed up the item, weighed on my scale, and printed the postage. I went out the mailbox hoping the box would fit. It did not.  So, I figure out can watch out for the mailman and hand it to him when he gets to the house. I kept thinking I heard the mail truck, and I would go look out the window-no mailman. This was going to be one of his late days. That would have been okay if I didn’t have an eye appoint at 3:00. But I did have an eye appointment, and I wanted to leave the house at 2:30 to give myself plenty of time to get there. 2:30 comes around and the mailman still hasn’t showed. I have to go, so I take the package to the car with me. I’ll go to the post office and drop it in the parcel drop thingy. There are two post office locations in Bloomington. One is on the east side, and the other is kind of halfway between the east side and the west side. That one we call the Ponderosa post office because it’s in the building that used to be the Ponderosa restaurant. But, before I leave the house, I see the mail truck down the street. I figure I’ll wait a few minutes for him to get to my house. I sit in the car and look at something on my phone (probably I played Angry Birds).  It seems to be taking forever for him to make his way up the street so I look again. It appears he hasn’t moved. So I leave.

Angry Birds
Angry Birds

I get to the optometry clinic and find that the air conditioning isn’t working. It would have been nice if they had called to see if I wanted to reschedule because the ac was out. Anyway, I get through the appointment and head to the post office  It isn’t easy to get to the Ponderosa because it’s situated between two one-way streets and the parking lot is only accessible from the  street that goes north-bound. I’m behind a slow moving vehicle and they turn  into the parking lot ahead of me. They turn really slowly and then stop to let the passenger out without giving much warning that they plan to do that.  I’m annoyed because I need to get around them, and I don’t have much room since they stopped 3 seconds after pulling into the parking lot. I park and go into the post office. There is a guy with the package  at the package drop so I have to wait my turn. I get to the thing only to find it won’t open. I guess they locked it because it was full or something. So I have to wait in line. At the post office, there’s always someone ahead of you who has some complicated business to conduct. I always  try to make my interaction with the postal worker quick and efficient. Anyway, the package got sent. Then it was time to go to the Y with Dad and take Cammie to the vet to check if the medication she got on Saturday was working for her eye infection. That was my Monday.

Cammie chillin' on the Oakland A's blanket.
Cammie chillin’ on the Oakland A’s blanket.