This Way or That Way?

An extremely important component in learning about your individual health needs and getting to know how your mind and body works; is becoming your own healthcare advocate. You can read it here.

I’ve written about my thoughts on why it is so difficult to be and stay healthy. You can read it here. I’m expanding on each of the eight points I made, because I have a lot to say. What I write about, comes from my own personal experiences and observations. As individuals–our health–needs to be approached as such.

the road less travelled3. We take the road well travelled, not intentionally, but because it feels easier, faster, and fills the gaping hole inside of us, so we can get back to doing other, more fun, time-wasting, mind-numbing, stuff. A sugary snack (instead of a healthy one), can give you a high, and while you are in this high, you can do and be anything. Then you fall from the sky, as if your parachute didn’t deploy. When you hit bottom, your emotions are free to trample your heart and your thoughts, then your high ends on an even lower note than the day before. This is the vicious cycle that so many of us are caught in. I’m looking in the mirror right now. Changing your entire maddening behaviour, is all it takes. Just get out of your head and make the changes. I know, I know, it’s not that easy! It really is though, just your attitude that is holding you back. Your excuses, the lies you tell yourself, become your truth. One day at a time, downhill or uphill. It is a choice.

The decisions we make on a daily basis all come together to provide us with a step by step flow chart, a diagram of where we are and why. It can be a frightening picture, which may throw us into the belly of denial. “That can’t be me!” Once denial has it’s hooks in us, there is an endless source of excuses at our fingertips, to not change anything. In order to stay in la-la land, change is forbidden. The repetition of negative behaviour is the foundation for success.

We think (while we are in denial, and among other things such as depression), that it is just easier to be lax about our unending unhappiness. Too much effort is needed to take the road less travelled. When we are in ‘it’, answers can be difficult to find, but we are well aware that there is something not right with us. For me, it was easier to make the trip to the store on a daily basis, to purchase large quantities of chocolate for consumption the moment I got home. Of course, I would have to hide the wrappers in the garbage because this was for my eyes only. My treat. Share the chocolate? Not a chance. The chocolate was so delicious, but by the third bar, it always made me feel a bit ill physically, and like crap emotionally. I had to finish them though, I’m not a save-for-later kind of girl, and I wouldn’t have wanted to waste any by tossing the excess. Also, the next day was a new one, and I was definitely not going to eat any chocolate. A mild depression had a hold on me for quite some time without me being aware of it. As I said, it is not intentional. It was my circumstances at that time in my life.

I filled the void the with creamy chocolate. Every day the process would be repeated because I was not getting the necessary_______________. I’m sure you can fill in that sentence with your own emotion. Hopefully you have a significant other in your life, who can be completely honest with you, without the fear of hurting your feelings. I do, and that is how I ended up at the doctors and with a diagnosis of depression. I knew something was off, obviously, but wasn’t able to put a finger on it. I did not want to endure this anymore, so I was started on antidepressants. I’m not one to pass up on feeling better, and I have no problem with getting help. Some may feel this is weak, but let me tell you, this is strength, and let no one convince you otherwise. One pill and the sun came out bright and shiny for me the next morning.

That was the moment of change. I no longer wanted the chocolate (at least not all the time), I began exercising, and my eating habits improved immensely. I had the energy to treat myself better. The choice to get help if needed, is vital to your life, to living. We can’t do this alone, not any part of it. We are not meant to. I’ve been more successful when I share my crap, and join in with others, than when I do it alone. Common sense, even though I still fight it sometimes.

My point here is; ultimately, the choice is yours. If you feel you aren’t moving forward, there is a reason. Get some help and get to the bottom of it. There is no shame in that. Talk to someone, anyone. It’s a balancing act that must be worked on all the time, and once you get a little brighter about noticing what, when, where, how, and why, you can prevent backsliding. Positive outcomes will happen faster, and that will motivate you to continue on the path to success.

 Comments are welcomed and encouraged! How many of you have experienced depression? How did it affect your life? What changes did you make?


What’s Your Plan of Action?

An extremely important component in learning about your individual health needs and getting to know how your mind and body works; is becoming your own healthcare advocate. You can read it here.

I’ve written about my thoughts on why it is so difficult to be and stay healthy. You can read it here. I’m expanding on each of the eight points I made, because I have a lot to say. What I write about, comes from my own personal experiences and observations. As individuals–our health–needs to be approached as such.

2. Our lives are so hectic (or so we think), that we eat in our cars, while at our computers, or in front of the television. Here’s a new concept; turn the television off, turn your computer off, turn your phone off, and just eat. Savour each mouthful, taste the food, be mindful. Show gratitude for the food you eat. Enjoy some conversation over the breakfast, lunch, or dinner table. Make eating a pleasurable experience. You will begin to build a routine that way, which will only lead to other positive changes. Take charge and be consistent, give it a chance. Nothing happens in a day or two, obviously.

For some of us, yes, life can be hectic, can’t it? I’ve read some articles about the word ‘busy’. We’ve all been busy, haven’t we? Do we really know what makes us so busy? Have we actually sat down and made a list of activities and allotted times? Probably not, because we are too busy.

How do you feel about cutting back on those things you do or have, in order to be less busy? It scares me a little. I’ve become so accustomed to what I have and do, that it makes me a little nervous to think of what would replace it; abyss, nothingness, loneliness, boredom. I will wager that boredom frightens people. That is one thing that does not bother me.

cartoon couch potatoYou are aware that we have created our own hectic schedules by adding all the latest, greatest technologies, and anything else we can think of? Yes, we did it all by ourselves. By constantly feeling the need to be in contact with everyone, all of the time, has left us bombarded by text messages and links to funny stuff, and other crap. Our laptops are open almost all of the time, and pull at our attention, our desire for an escape from reality. Mine is open right now. Sigh. The T.V. is left on even when no one watches it, so the noise seeps into our brains unconsciously.

It’s no wonder we feel like our lives are hectic!

We spend so little time by ourselves, that when we are alone, we scramble for the nearest piece of equipment in order to create the illusion of company. Unfortunately, we’ve added this to our eating schedules as well, or lack of. Unless we are at a job with set breaks, we tend to eat unconsciously. If we are not on some sort of schedule, we basically eat all the time, or hardly at all. Little snacks here and there, with bigger snacks in between, giving a false impression of a meal. If we hardly eat during the day, then we end up binging in the evening, and leaving no time to prepare something decent.

It’s called a ‘Plan of Action’. The only way to make behavioural changes is to have a plan of action. If there are no goals, you have nothing to strive for. This will take up a small amount of time throughout the day, but is essential in beginning to understand yourself.

  • Write down the times you eat (any time you put food into your mouth)
  • Write down what you are eating (including amounts)
  • Write down what you are drinking (including amounts)
  • If you are really into this, jot down some calorie and fat totals while you’re at it
  • Make a note of what activities you do throughout the day, this includes active and inactive (don’t be shy, write it all down and include times)
  • Do not eat healthy the day you start this (you want a baseline of your bad habits)
  • Have a family member or friend do it with you (bonus: you may be doing better than       they are)
  • Do not weigh yourself (you already know you’re more than you should be because you are wearing the ‘couch potato sweat-pants’)

If you continue to do this for a few days, a pattern will start to emerge. You will get emotional, so have a box of kleenex handy. It is not pretty to look closely at your downfalls, or how many you have. Study them and learn from them. These are the things you do to fill the void in your life, the excuses you keep using to avoid being healthy, and this is the pattern you will fall back into when you fall off the wagon. Awareness is key. You may even stop yourself from falling on occasion–boost to the ego! You’ve probably discovered some of your emotional issues along the way, and this will further aid in your awareness.

How many times have you sat down to eat without any distractions? I’ve been doing this on and off for a while now and I can tell you, it is just as enjoyable, if not more so, to simply eat your food as it is to be watching a show while eating. Only now, you will be conscious of what you are filling up on. Once that happens, your choices at the grocery store begin to change. Your awareness has grown. You feel better physically, mentally, and emotionally when you’ve eaten something healthy. In a sense, healthy food can be comfort food also. Comforting because you don’t feel like crap afterwards.

This plan of action will jumpstart your self discovery and hopefully lead you to some conclusions on what you need to do to make some changes. Again, keep starting over, however many times you need to. I start over all the time.


Any other suggestions? Comments are always welcomed and encouraged!

Bad Man Comes (Part 3)

Bad Man Comes (Part 1)

Bad Man Comes (Part 2)

The early morning was gray, dreary. Daylight was just beginning to throw shadows over Wooster. The heat and mugginess oozed onto the new day like thick syrup on a stack of pancakes. The motel door stood open. A black sports bag sat unzipped at the foot of the double bed. A black t-shirt and dark navy jeans, folded to perfection, lay on the bedspread next to the bag. Black socks were positioned atop, followed by a pair of brightly striped, boxer briefs.

red victory judge motorcycleA brief case rested open on top of the dresser, showing a laptop, a stack of photos, and a couple of power cords. Tucked in the pocket was an unopened packet of Wrigley’s spearmint gum, two pens, and an inexpensive journal. An iphone rested in darkness along side the case. A worn, brown, leather wallet had been tossed onto one of the pillows. It was stuffed so full that dollar bills had pushed their edges and corners out. On the small table next to the window, a box with two almond granola bars, and two bottles, one orange juice and one water, lay in wait. On the chair was a red helmet to match the red Victory Judge parked outside.

He rode into Wooster one week ago so that he would have a chance to look around, prepare himself for today. This was going to be a special day, one he’s waited years for. The excitement was almost too much, sleep was not an option last night. Turning that thought in his mind, he felt his muscles tense. No matter, it had to be done today.

Grunting, he moved to close the door, as there was no relief from the stagnancy. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, his thoughts turned to Silvia. “Dear, sweet, vile, bitch,” he said. Humming a verse from the song, ‘The Last Carnival’, he turned the shower on cold and began to undress, folding each item before placing it neatly on the counter. A quick intake of air, goose flesh instantly visible; he embraces the cold shower.


Sitting on my bed, unable to sleep, I pick up the envelope from my nightstand. I haven’t opened it yet, but I’m sure I know what’s inside. He’s sent these before, pictures of me at grocery stores, at my job, and once coming out of my house. I wonder why he watches me instead of approaching me. It’s like a game of cat and mouse. As soon as I see the photos, I pack up and leave. He taunts me, allows me to get away, just so he can chase me again. “Sick bastard,” I said, shaking my head and wondering what I ever saw in him in the first place.

I use the very sharp letter opener, that I keep in the nightstand drawer, to slice open the envelope. A picture of me walking to work, and a picture of Bruce and I sitting together at the front desk of the warehouse. I sensed his arrival, my refined intuition has been working overtime. I don’t know why I wait for confirmation. In the beginning, nearly twenty years ago, the moment I had any inkling he was near me, I would take off. Maybe I’ve grown accustomed to his ways. Maybe I’ve become too comfortable, playing his game. I’m not sure how ready I am if he decided to full on attack me. I’m tired, completely worn out from all the running, the looking over my shoulder.

I turn my alarm to off before it has the chance to ring. This is the first time that I haven’t known what to do, or instinctively done it. My brain is foggy, yet I am aware of impending doom. It feels like the end. I head to the bathroom. It looks like the top of my head is sliding off to the right, some kind of monster staring back at me.

Today is my day off. I put on my one and only summer dress, an attempt to feel a little girly and of course to assist in alleviating the heat. My hair is still damp from the shower, and I decide to wear it loose today.

On my way out the front door, the cab pulls up to the sidewalk. Once inside, I direct the driver to take me downtown. Carefree and happy, I’m not, yet the temptation to go to the mall and do some shopping has taken over. This is unlike me, but I go with it anyways. Ten minutes in and the traffic is slowing, finally coming to a halt. I’m grateful for the air conditioned vehicle. We inch forward little by little. There are flashing lights up ahead crossing to the other side of the highway. An ambulance and a couple patrol cars block oncoming traffic. I peer out the window as we gradually come up to the scene.

“Oh my god,” I whispered at the horror of it. A red motorbike and a truck pulling a trailer looked to be the vehicles involved. The paramedics were expanding an occupied stretcher in order to roll it to the ambulance. Like in a lagging video, I craned my neck to glimpse the face of the victim. Breathless moments passed, my mouth drooped, my eyes unblinking. The thunderous sound, I discovered once passed the accident, was the rapid beating of my heart. The back of the cab, once cool and welcoming, was now a barren and icy, cramped space. I was puffing out short little breaths, and I caught the cabby’s eyes in the rear view mirror. “Are you alright, miss?” he asked with a furrowed brow and a gentle tone.

“Yes,” I said. Not willing to spurt out anything incoherent, I kept silent. I let him drive me to the mall, where I unloaded myself, heavy and slow, to the sidewalk. A half turn faced me in the direction from which we came. “It couldn’t be him,” I said, suddenly aware that I needed to sit down. I was so hot, perspiring enough for it to drip from my face. One good reason for keeping kleenex in my purse; without too much thought I dab at my forehead, cheeks, and neck. “Oh god, I need a drink.” Slightly more composed with the passing of a few minutes, I retrieve a water bottle from a vending machine just inside the doors. It’s almost gone with the first guzzle. Returning to the same bench, I sat upright and stiff. Thoughts careening one another in my mind. I couldn’t seem to keep anything straight or think a complete sentence. According to my phone, I’d been sitting there for one and a half hours. Not in the mood for shopping anymore, I called another cab, and went home.

With no television, I use my laptop for updating myself on current events. It was in the local paper later that day, a description of the accident and the one dead victim. They showed his picture, his name below it. Joshua Galli; he had joked about only having two names. Catatonic would be the descriptive word used by doctors, if they were to fetch me in that three hour period. Then the floodgates opened letting loose a storm of tears, drool and snot mixing in rivers down my face, interrupted by gasps and grunts in an attempt to breath. Exhaustion finally overtook me.

Waking with a pounding headache and a bloated face is not my idea of a good time, but this was different, leaving me lighter, loosening the ring that gripped my insides for years. I am free. My family is free. Anyone I had come into contact with was free. In such a weird and wonderful twist of fate, I was free.

The End

Hope you enjoyed this! Comments are always welcomed. Let me know what you think!


It’s Called Boob Tube For a Reason

An extremely important component in learning about your individual health needs and getting to know how your mind and body works; is becoming your own healthcare advocate. You can read it here.

I’ve written about my thoughts on why it is so difficult to be and stay healthy. You can read it here. I’m expanding on each of the eight points I made, because I have a lot to sayold style retro tv icon. What I write about, comes from my own personal experiences and observations. As individuals–our health–needs to be approached as such.

#1 Television ads of fast food, cereals, snack bars, etc., entice us with the happy looking, healthy looking, slim and fit looking couple or family; who of course, have the perfect relationships and the happiest of lives. This is wonderful! Don’t we all want that? So lets buy that food, and then we will be happy forever. They convince us that food has a therapeutic value, and yes it does. However, there are many other healthier options for providing therapy, that don’t lead us to more therapy. You will also see how quick and easy it is to cook a meal from scratch, should only take thirty seconds, yes? Turn it off. Have limits on how much you watch per day. Make sure you’ve eaten a healthy meal before you zone out or you will be participating in a little something called ‘unconscious eating’; that hard to break habit of force feeding yourself some sugary or salty snack.

Most of us experience desire; thinner, taller, more tanned, more blonde, a hairless body, whiter teeth, nicer clothes, faster car, more friends, more time. Whatever it may be, it causes fluctuations in our reality. If we are not at a stage in life where we can put those ideas into perspective, decide on some goals, and work towards them in a healthy manner; then we will be caught up in the vicious cycle of believing everything we are told, and blaming all our misfortunes on everyone and everything but ourselves.

Television ads reach out and touch us in those vulnerable spots, seemingly at just the right moment we need them to. They can help where we have failed ourselves. Whatever our desires, our mind will seek out those ads, or moments in them, that relate to us. Ads want to sell us something, and they are very good at it. Manipulation of our weaker selves, is what they do, in order to make money.

Speaking of food related commercials, aren’t those modern kitchens beautiful? The sharpest knives, the gleaming pots, the latest appliances; just what we want. I know that healthier foods would be prepared in a kitchen like that. Don’t have it, so can’t do it, so won’t do it. We feel a little defeated. Then come the ads about fast food restaurants, microwave food, and snacks. There is no longer the inclination, because there is no dream kitchen, to spend the time on our health. Even though it is a pathetic excuse, a little piece of us feels sorry for ourselves, and that grows into a bigger piece each time we view an ad that has anything to do with health, body image, beauty, weight, etc.

There is only one way to stop the cycle. Turn the television off, especially during mealtimes. We watch far too much of it anyways and then leave it on in the background no matter what our activity. It burrows into our brains. It becomes the norm, to never be by yourself. I don’t watch much traditional T.V. anymore. Most of what I watch is on my laptop and commercial free, but if my mood is a bit down, even the shows can affect me. I begin longing for what I don’t have.

Having a strategy in place for when you are in need is important. This works for me.

At least one meal a day should be spent with yourself. No T.V., no book, no magazine, and no phone. Nice music is okay and can be uplifting and encouraging. Use your good china and set a place at the table. Give yourself that gift, the time to just eat your meal. Focus on what you’ve prepared, taste it, enjoy the sensation that doesn’t happen when you are otherwise engaged with the T.V. Start by giving one meal a week, your full attention. See if you can come up with something healthy, and by all means share it with a partner, or with your family, and join in on some conversation. You know, talking to real people can be good fun. One small step at a time.

Denial is such a great option in your arsenal of tools, especially if you share your space with someone else. If you live alone…well, denial may not work as well. How do you end up with so many empty chip bags, ice-cream cartons, chocolate bar wrappers? How do those snacks disappear so quickly? It is always nice to have a delicious snack at hand while you watch a movie or your favourite T.V. show. Instead of bringing the entire bag to the couch, grab a bowl and put one serving size in it–the serving size is on the package. Then close up the bag or the box properly, and put it away. Take your bowl with you to the couch. You might be less likely to want more because now you have to get up to get it. Laziness will work in your favour here. Regardless of how many times you do get up, keep dishing out only one serving at a time. After a while, you will notice a change in your behaviour, and the need to have more, will be less.

There are lots of people who can do this without even thinking, but for those of us stuck in a rut, this is a start that will have you feeling a little more in control. Keep starting over how ever many times you need to.

Any other suggestions? Comments are welcomed and encouraged!

3 Simple Steps: How To Be Your Own Healthcare Advocate

A while ago I shared my thoughts on why it is so difficult to be and stay healthy, with a focus on body weight. You can read it here.

I will be expanding on each of the eight points I made, beginning with the next post. What I write about comes from my own personal experiences and observations. Everyone is different when it comes to health, because of various health issues, body type, emotional stress, coping skills, age, and so on.

As individuals–our health–needs to be approached as such.

I thought I would start off with a very important issue, something I learned a few years back; how to be my own healthcare advocate. This will also work if a friend or family member is unable to do this on their own. I strongly suggest this as a way to improve communication with your doctor. Also, to figure out where you stand with diet, exercise, and your overall health; increasing your level of knowledge.

1. Do you have difficulty remembering all the details that you wanted to tell your doctor?

This is big, and one of the most important points. If your doctor does not know all the details, how then can he help you?

Before heading to the doctor’s office, take some time, lots of time if necessary, and think about what’s going on. Find a quiet place, and bring a pen and paper with you. Really consider your emotional state, because you will want to be completely honest with yourself, for your own safety. Start paying attention to how your body works. If you start imagining or making stuff up, you won’t get the help you need.

Jot down some notes as you remember; what, where, when, and how.

  • What is the most pressing issue? The most recent? Work back from there. Go back years, if you have to, and be specific.
  • Where were you when you noticed the symptoms? What may be some factors that set it off? Perhaps it was a very hot day. What were you doing differently?
  • When did it start? When did it stop?
  • How long did it last? Making a timeline is an easy way to visualize, for you and for your doctor.
  • Does it integrate with an existing health problem?
  • Why do you think this is important? Not everything needs a doctor, so be sure. Ask someone if you aren’t.
  • Know about the medications you take, including supplements. The pharmacy can print out a list of your medications, make sure you or someone you know, has knowledge of why you take them.

2. Do you feel like your doctor is really listening to you?

This is where detailed notes come in handy. The more detail, the better.

  • Google until you can’t Google anymore. There is a surplus of information , so you do have to take your time going through it very carefully; comparing and compiling your notes. Take this seriously, remember to be realistic. Ask a friend or family member for their opinion.
  • This will raise some questions that you can ask; listing symptoms, and giving you solutions. All of this is for clarification. This is not about being a hypochondriac. Getting answers is not always easy, but if you go in with your questions written down along with some possible solutions, they will more likely be answered.

Let’s face it, doctors do not know everything, nor can they remember everything. They have many patients, all with different issues, and they are very overworked. I’ve noticed dramatic results from taking my health seriously, learning everything I can about my own issues, and bringing up my results during the visit. I think it challenges them, keeps them on their toes, and you end up with some answers through an informed discussion. If your doctor doesn’t like playing that way, find another doctor. Some of them can be a bit pompous, but do gather up your self-confidence and go for it. You have nothing to lose.

3. Do you feel rushed through your visit?

There is a simple way to stop that.

  • When you are making your appointment, state that you need to discuss some issues and need some extra time to do so. The appointments are usually 10-15 minute blocks, and they do overbook in advance of probable cancellations.
  • Take with you, two copies of your detailed timelines, questions, etc. One is for you and the other one is for the doctor. If you go into the detail, that I suggested above, then they don’t have to write everything down, and have time to focus on you. This is also handy, as it will be added to your file for future reference.
  • When you hand over the extra copy, tell him what it is, and that you would like to go over it with him. You can also add, if you are feeling brave, that you will not leave until each question has been answered sufficiently.

My health is a work in progress, and I continue to write down, (like a journal), anything new that arises. Essentially, I have created a baseline for ongoing health concerns. I never head to the doctors office without my notes, and I don’t leave until I have my questions answered. I’ve also learned a great deal about myself, during this process.

I’m sure that some of you may find this a bit ‘whiny’ or ‘obsessive compulsive’. Maybe you never ask questions, and just go along with what the doctor says. That’s up to you, of course, but I want to be in charge of my health; looking at the bigger picture and how it all relates.

If you have anything to add to this, please feel free to leave a suggestion below. As always comments are welcomed and encouraged!



Blogs I Enjoy Reading

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Since I started blogging, way back in April, I spend a lot of time reading on my laptop. In fact, too much time. I’ve decided that I need to take some of that time, and really go through the blogs I follow. I want to share those blogs that I enjoy reading, hopefully three each month. I’ve also sent a request to each blogger, for a direct quote that I can include in this post.


I’m sure we have all been acquainted with, at one time or another, the heartache of a breakup. How do we cope afterwards? Do we have some familiar way of getting back on our feet? Did we have some reading material to help us get through it?

Well, now we do! SimplySolo is a great read, even if we have fully recovered from a breakup. Lots of humour, which seems to be an essential part of healing, and articles ranging from ‘breakup songs’ to ‘love lessons’. Very open and honest writing, don’t we all just want to know that we are NOT crazy? That others do and think similar stuff? This ones for you.

She also features guest bloggers, which is a great way to increase your readership.

Jackie Cangro

There is a quote from this blog just below, and I’ve underlined the word ‘quietly’, as this is really a great way to describe her style of writing. Great stories that flow well, and are easy to read. Some interesting topics to choose from, and all done in an uplifting and quiet way.

“…uplifting stories about everyday people who are quietly changing their lives by following a dream.”

She has listed many books that she has read, and gives a little blurb of her opinion on them. I might find something good to read from this list.

All in all, it goes great with a cup of coffee!

Jackie says, “I’m a writer, editor and animal lover. My blog is an effort to live in the world more deliberately.”


Caitlin Kelly is a career journalist, which is why her blog reads like a newspaper or magazine. It is full of a wide range of articles, on topics such as; women, business, culture. She incorporates her opinions with lots of detailed reality, and there are many links to expand your reading pleasure.

A well-rounded read for many different tastes.

Here’s a little something from Caitlin:

Broadside, at its best, is a party. My goal is to invite fun, smart, curious readers into a virtual living room (no feet on the furniture!) for lively conversation. With readers ranging from Belongum, an aboriginal man in Australia to Katharina, a teacher in Germany, to Elizazbeth, living in a tiny Cornish town, I look forward to hearing their insights and adventures. I’m moved by what I learn there, and always looks forward to comments.

As always, comments are welcomed, and encouraged! I would love to know your take on these blogs. Do you have any recommendations of blogs you enjoy reading? Why not share them!

If you’d like to browse a few more, click the link below.

May 2014

Blame It On The Media

chihuahua dog pet adopt

I used to watch the Noon News Hour on Global, almost daily. I would give equal time to Randene Neill, and to daydreaming. What always snapped me back to reality was, of course, the ‘Adopt a Pet’ segment. The animals were so cute to watch, and it was often quite amusing. As per usual, aside from the couple of farm animals, who were also cute, I wanted to bring them all home. This particular lunch hour, I saw the sweetest, most adorable dog, sitting on Randene’s knees. They had named her Perdida (lost, in Spanish), and said that she was rescued from a puppy mill, run by an old woman. She had lived in a cage for two years, and already had two litters. She looked so frightened, and that just pulled at my heart. I wanted to snatch her up in my arms, she was just so little. Out of all the other animals, I felt a connection with her. Don’t ask me what or how, but I did. So, I hemmed and hawed for a day or so, told the family about her, then got on my laptop to have a closer look.

chihuahua dog pet bone

At this point, it’s pretty much out of my hands, and going to happen. Perdida was in a foster home, had been for about five weeks, when my youngest son and I went to visit her. Pretty shy, which I expected, but immensely improved since her stay with the lovely couple fostering her. We met, I believe, another two times, and then it was time to seal the deal. She took to my son for the first while, and then started latching on to me, she now knew where her food was coming from.

The first few nights were tiring, as she did some whining. Both my dogs sleep in crates, and it didn’t take too long for her to become accustomed to the routine. They know when it is their bedtime, and they happily go inside their crates, I lift the little one into hers, as it sits on top of McKay’s. I suppose, it’s partly the fact that they know they will get a treat and it’s also cosy with all the blankets.

Her name is no longer Perdida (she is not lost anymore), her name is Tia. As you can see, she has made herself quite comfortable.

sleeping chihuahua dog pet pillows

I can’t help but notice how cute her little, little nose is. Even I’m not quite able to believe she is considered a ‘dog’. My kids used to have a couple of rats as pets, and I have to say that Tia’s hair smells the same as the rat’s hair. No joke. So she could actually be the missing link–from rat to dog?? When she is focused on trotting alongside me, I look down and swear to you that her snout, with the whiskers sticking out, look just like a mouse. Some serious cute going on there.

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I would take her and McKay to the dog beach, when I lived in N. Vancouver, and she was very brave to be walking with the big dogs. Didn’t seem to bother her until one day, she got in the way of a big dog by accident, and got smushed against a rock. The yelping sound was horrible. The owner’s of the other dog were horrified. Tia was fine, just shook up, and rightly so. Since then, she hasn’t forgotten that and tends to keep her distance from the bigger dogs. Probably in her best interest.

What I notice the most, is how she races around the house, leaping from couch to chair, and back again. I can see her joy at being able to race around, her joy at the freedom she now has. Still, at times, I can tell she is frightened from some memory. I’m working on getting her used to the broom. Whenever a stick-like object is brought out, she disappears. I don’t want her to be afraid. One day at a time.

Tia is smaller than Graysee (the cat), and Graysee will bat at her, as she runs by. Too funny.

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She is not a water dog. I know this, she knows this, my guy knows this too. Despite this, my guy likes to drop her in the water, so she has to swim a little to the shore. Yes, she can swim. Yes, she is much happier once she has cooled off, but I think she would appreciate a different way of going about it. Once again, something to work on with her, getting her to choose to stand in the water, so I can cool her off. My guy and Tia have a funny relationship.

From what I’ve heard, Chihuahua’s can be nippy. Tia has such a wonderful, gentle, nature. The only time she feint nipping, was when my guy had his face in her face, making noises. I would’ve nipped too. When she is playing and using her mouth, she is so gentle.

She regularly assumes her position in my lap, or beside me, touching of course, and she will push off her front legs so that she leans in to me. Her tummy is now positioned for rubbing. She nearly always gets what she wants, because she will peer up at me, and shift her position to better accommodate me.

Such an amazing addition to our family! I’ve stopped watching ‘adopt-a-pet’, for fear of needing to adopt another one. Since my guy is allergic, he knew what he was getting into, we are good for now.