Season of Despair
Deadly darkness, black like the night,
Eternal coldness fills you with fright.
Silence echoing when there is no one there,
Parlaying shivers and cold, icy stares.
Analytical eyes perusing the sight,
Ideology rules that you just might,
Raging within you to keep up the fight.
So what is this thing that entraps and surrounds?
Everyone must see those frumpy big mounds.
A separate entity that highlights, in your soul, is found.
Satan is sure to be lying in wait,
Oh and the others will deliver your fate!
Now it is time to step in the light.
Come out of the dressing room, that swimsuit is alright!
Just thought I would remind everyone that swimsuits are all probably on sale!
Enjoy
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
FUR-niture
I was cleaning today and had to stop and write this poem. Of course, all rights belong to me should anyone feel the need to use this. Just enjoy!
FUR-niture
I don’t know what to do, my furniture is a mess.
In fact it is thoroughly covered with dog hair, I must confess!
If you were to stop and visit, and relax with a cup of tea,
I may have to send you on your way with something to cover the cleaning fee.
But I don’t care what others may have to gossip about.
And I won’t even blink an eye when the persnickety start to shout.
You see the way I look at it the name states it all.
It happens to be FUR-niture to use and have a ball.
So if all that hair is to you something quite offensive,
Let me spell it out for you and be very comprehensive.
These dogs are mine and with me through every hoot and holler,
And the love they show me never could be valued by any dollar.
They are my dearest confidants, my friends, and true companions.
You don’t like what you see?
Too bad, blow it out your can-non!
FUR-niture
I don’t know what to do, my furniture is a mess.
In fact it is thoroughly covered with dog hair, I must confess!
If you were to stop and visit, and relax with a cup of tea,
I may have to send you on your way with something to cover the cleaning fee.
But I don’t care what others may have to gossip about.
And I won’t even blink an eye when the persnickety start to shout.
You see the way I look at it the name states it all.
It happens to be FUR-niture to use and have a ball.
So if all that hair is to you something quite offensive,
Let me spell it out for you and be very comprehensive.
These dogs are mine and with me through every hoot and holler,
And the love they show me never could be valued by any dollar.
They are my dearest confidants, my friends, and true companions.
You don’t like what you see?
Too bad, blow it out your can-non!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Dog Days of Summer
Well here in the northeast summer is upon us with the inferno of hell. We have had one heat wave after the other with no end in sight. Even those evening showers do nothing more than add to the steam bath. Now, I AM a responsible bulldog mama. That means no bulldog should ever be outside for an extended period of time. I am very careful about this fact but still, I almost had a tragedy.
My darling bulldog of just one year, Bubbles, was in season on one particular day. Bruiser, stud that he is, had driven himself to frenzy level excitement. This one day he came in from using the facilities and could not catch his breath. I immediately put him n a cool tub, soothed him, and fed him some ice, The episode was over. Or so I thought. After dinner, Bruiser managed to excite himself over Bubbles, who was separated from him, into such a tizzy that he could not breath. I tried everything I knew to soothe him but nothing would work. So off went me, Bruiser, my son, and my daughter to the doggy emergency hospital. Bruiser was helped immediately. He was sedated and given oxygen. The vet there would not believe me that I had not kept Bruiser outside. I explained that I would never do that and that he was over-excited. I understand the reprimand but I was already upset. My baby boy was ill and I entered the place near hysterical.
Well the point to this post is to always have the emergency number handy. Take no chances and err on the side of safety. Take it from this bulldod mama, who truly does not keep bulldogs outside in the heat, that heat is the enemy where your bully is concerned.
My darling bulldog of just one year, Bubbles, was in season on one particular day. Bruiser, stud that he is, had driven himself to frenzy level excitement. This one day he came in from using the facilities and could not catch his breath. I immediately put him n a cool tub, soothed him, and fed him some ice, The episode was over. Or so I thought. After dinner, Bruiser managed to excite himself over Bubbles, who was separated from him, into such a tizzy that he could not breath. I tried everything I knew to soothe him but nothing would work. So off went me, Bruiser, my son, and my daughter to the doggy emergency hospital. Bruiser was helped immediately. He was sedated and given oxygen. The vet there would not believe me that I had not kept Bruiser outside. I explained that I would never do that and that he was over-excited. I understand the reprimand but I was already upset. My baby boy was ill and I entered the place near hysterical.
Well the point to this post is to always have the emergency number handy. Take no chances and err on the side of safety. Take it from this bulldod mama, who truly does not keep bulldogs outside in the heat, that heat is the enemy where your bully is concerned.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
It's been so long
I know. I don't write on this blog like I originally thought I would. I guess life with its ups and downs just keeps getting in the way. However, since this is a blog about my bulldogs, I had to add this new submission. After one whole year of waiting, and two weeks after she turned one, my Bubbles has finally come into "season." Quite the rite of passage I may add. I felt over-joyed and sad at the same time. I won't be breeding her this time around and probably not the second time either, but; if everything goes according to plan, the start of next summer will bring mating season with new little pups to follow.
Anyone who truly knows me, knows I love my dogs. In fact, I just love dogs. Cats are cute too, so are the yellow finches I feed regularly, the chipmunks, and the squirrels. You get the picture. But there is nothing like bulldog pups. I'll keep you posted. I am taking comfort in the adage, "Good things come to those who wait."
Oh boy!
Anyone who truly knows me, knows I love my dogs. In fact, I just love dogs. Cats are cute too, so are the yellow finches I feed regularly, the chipmunks, and the squirrels. You get the picture. But there is nothing like bulldog pups. I'll keep you posted. I am taking comfort in the adage, "Good things come to those who wait."
Oh boy!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Check out my bulldog content on AC
Please follow this link for some interesting bulldog information I had published on Associated Content.
http://webmail.associatedcontent.com/c.html?rtr=on&s=mgs,5zp7,faq,ftfu,6e0e,2coq,g9js&ac_url=www.associatedcontent.com%2Farticle%2F2173833%2Fraising_a_healthy_bulldog_not_your.html
http://webmail.associatedcontent.com/c.html?rtr=on&s=mgs,5zp7,faq,ftfu,6e0e,2coq,g9js&ac_url=www.associatedcontent.com%2Farticle%2F2173833%2Fraising_a_healthy_bulldog_not_your.html
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Working Through the Grief
So it has been one whole week since we put Sandy down. Like any good woman, you can't hold a good one down for long, and Sandy was one good woman dog. I have managed to channel my grief and give Sandy a "voice" through my writing. I have composed a poem about having a dog cross over to the rainbow bridge. It can easily be personalized with your past pet's name throughout. If anyone is interested in one personally or to give as a comfort gift, let me know. Comment here, through my email, or facebook. I would give you a preview but I'm thinking of having it copyrighted and it wouldn't be right.
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Very Sad Day
As I mentioned in one of my other posts, I have been writing for Associated Content. I'm proud to say I have been getting paid to do so, but today this subject matter belongs on this blog.
We are ending the long summer vacation that is a job perk of working in a school system and that always gets me feeling melancholy and sad. It is especially hard this year because I don't want to leave Bubbles, my new bulldog puppy. Add to this the horrible weather we are experiencing due to Hurricane Danny and some other tropical storm. All of this is nothing compared to what I had to do today.
Today, after too many years to count, we, as a famly made the decision to have our beloved cocker spaniel, Sandy put down. My head knows that this was the right decision but my heart, well that's another matter. I am in true pain. I know all things must die. Jesus, I was raised in the business. I know all great things end but she was a saint among dogs. My oldest son always had an unsubstantiated fear of dogs. A fear of dogs that is until the day he met Sandy. She won him over in one late afternoon when we took her home. We adopted her and I never knew exactly how old she was. My second son was home recovering from a terrible bout of pneumonia at the time. My daughter was practicing for a softball game. We left Sandy with both boys to go to the game and that is when she worked her magic. My second son began to feel better and my first son fell in love.
She was as gentle as could be, in her day. Sandy had soulful eyes that eased your pain and added to your joy. She could cuddle when it was needed and defend when she thought necessary. Our memories will always be filled with Sandy.
I love my bulldogs but I owe the fact that I have them to Sandy. I know she is playing like she once did over that rainbow bridge. I'm sure she is there with my first bulldog, Duchess. You will never convince me that dogs don't go to heaven. They are true ambassadors of God.
Both my girls are fetching balls with angels and I know we will all play together again. If they are not there, then I'm don't want to be either.
We are ending the long summer vacation that is a job perk of working in a school system and that always gets me feeling melancholy and sad. It is especially hard this year because I don't want to leave Bubbles, my new bulldog puppy. Add to this the horrible weather we are experiencing due to Hurricane Danny and some other tropical storm. All of this is nothing compared to what I had to do today.
Today, after too many years to count, we, as a famly made the decision to have our beloved cocker spaniel, Sandy put down. My head knows that this was the right decision but my heart, well that's another matter. I am in true pain. I know all things must die. Jesus, I was raised in the business. I know all great things end but she was a saint among dogs. My oldest son always had an unsubstantiated fear of dogs. A fear of dogs that is until the day he met Sandy. She won him over in one late afternoon when we took her home. We adopted her and I never knew exactly how old she was. My second son was home recovering from a terrible bout of pneumonia at the time. My daughter was practicing for a softball game. We left Sandy with both boys to go to the game and that is when she worked her magic. My second son began to feel better and my first son fell in love.
She was as gentle as could be, in her day. Sandy had soulful eyes that eased your pain and added to your joy. She could cuddle when it was needed and defend when she thought necessary. Our memories will always be filled with Sandy.
I love my bulldogs but I owe the fact that I have them to Sandy. I know she is playing like she once did over that rainbow bridge. I'm sure she is there with my first bulldog, Duchess. You will never convince me that dogs don't go to heaven. They are true ambassadors of God.
Both my girls are fetching balls with angels and I know we will all play together again. If they are not there, then I'm don't want to be either.
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