Millie Meets Mr. Piccolo and The Cute Boy

I got to see Millie yesterday! And it was so good for my heart. It felt like coming home. Isn't it funny how the people we love the most in life, have that wonderful feeling of *home*. Just holding them, smiling, and being in their presence, is like a thousand home-cooked meals, Christmas mornings, and fires in the fireplace all wrapped up in one simple hug.  The Cute Boy and I went to the dog park with Mr. Piccolo 

and afterwards, we stopped by the nursing home that Millie is in. We brought Mr. Piccolo in to meet her, and immediately, all of the old people in the living room perked up when they saw "the puppy". There were so many smiling and eager faces. Even the woman who runs the place, came out to see him. We went to Millie's room to visit. And she sat down on the bed and cradled Mr. Piccolo. He didn't squirm or try to get away. In fact, he just relaxed and settled in. He was tuckered out from all of his running and playing at the dog park. And there's something about the energy of old people. It's sweet and safe. Calm and comforting. Ceci knew that Millie's arms were a safe place to be in and rest, so he closed his eyes and took a nap. 

"I want a puppy." Millie said. It's a universal truth shared between children and old people -everyone wants a puppy. When you let down your guard, and are open to what your heart really wants...at the end of the day, don't be surprised if "Puppy" is on the list. 

I told Millie that I would bring him back to visit again. Some time this week, I'm going to go back and paint her nails. She was really excited about this prospect. I realize my nail colors are a little limited right now. I just got 3 awesome O.P.I nail colors from a makeup artist friend of mine who was clearing out her stash. But they're all unusual and youthful colors like blue and milky white, named things like "Club Scene Queen". "Club Scene Queen" -that would be perfect for Millie wouldn't it? ;) I'll bring all of my colors and let her pick whatever she likes. She's getting up there in years now; in her upper ninety's. I think a little metallic disco blue would be nice. 

An Evening In With The Hounds

J-Lo came bounding into my bedroom tonight, proudly carrying the dried tortilla I gave to her this morning, after it fell on the floor while making breakfast. "Come here Pretty Girl." Her brown eyes darted in my direction but she didn't move. Skimper-Scamper came merrily over into the circle between my legs, where I had patted the bed cover and invited Ms. Lo. I crawled down to the foot of the bed and encircled the sleek elegant dog in my arms. She needed love. I hugged her, laying my head on her backside and scruffed up her neck the way she likes. She moaned at me, like she wanted something or was not quite happy with the situation with the puppy, but I just kept on loving on her and telling her what a good dog she was. I leaned down and inspected her tortilla, half-eaten, and quickly becoming brittle and air dried. I broke off a small piece and offered it to her, but she didn't want it. The tortilla had become more of a trophy. Kind of like a shiny red toy fire engine that one kid gets to flaunt in front of the other. When she turned away from the morsel, I offered it to Cecino. He voraciously munched away at it, immediately drawing the attention of the Whippet. She moaned again, as if to tell me how dismayed she was that I gave it to him. I snuggled up again to her and told her it was all right. She could share. Slowly, the puppy came gently creeping up on my right side. At first he just sat there quietly, intently eyeing me and Ms. Lo. Then he crept forward some more gently sniffing her feet while I pet her. Eventually, he got close enough to nose her tummy, and then he did this thing that I had seen him do before, but didn't understand until now. His tongue came out and he gently prodded her nipple, attempting to urge out some milk. She moaned again, this time at him. He stopped. But came back and tried kissing her tummy-tum again. I had seen him do this, but I always thought it was just a gentle sign of affection. I was never close enough to notice that he was lapping at her teat. J-Lo's never had puppies. And her nipples are barely even there. But this puppy was trying to suckle at her belly. I had witnessed him air-suckling in his sleep before. Poor little one. Poor Ms. Lo too! No wonder she gets snappy with him sometimes. Dear dear puppies. How I do love you.

I have been digging out things from my freezer, working my way through the still edible yet mysterious items. Last evening, I boiled up 4 Cornish game hens. I had bought a bunch of them FIVE years ago! My mom and I had our share, but the last 4 were buried deep in the back of my freezer taking up valuable real estate. The hens had been wrapped in that thick industrial shrink wrap that turkeys come in, and then packaged and wrapped again. They didn't have freezer burn, and smelled just fine when I defrosted them. But still, five years is a long time, and I knew that I wasn't going to be willing to eat them. So I boiled them up for the hounds. They know this drill because every once in a while, when I get a good deal on chicken (usually thigh meat), I'll boil up a big stock pot of it for them and then shred the chicken, discarding the skin and bones. Then I'll take the chicken stock and make a big pot of rice for them. Monica taught me how to do this. It's great! And the dogs love it. I mix it in with some of their dry kibble and some cottage cheese. I fed them the feast last night. From the looks of it, they'll be feasting for a while on the two stock pots of home made dog food. 

The Dog Officially Hates Me

So the whippet has lost all respect for me. It feels like we are an old married couple. And the resentment and unsaid things and assumptions are seeping into our marriage. It all started with losing my mother. No. Check that. It began before that, with the stress of my mother's illness. Dogs pick up on human emotions. Many a time, when my mother was in the hospital, I would come home to a huge mess on the floor. Not because the dog couldn't hold it or didn't have access to the outside potty. But more as a little doggie post-it note saying: "Hey! Fuck you! I have feelings too ya know. What's going on!?! I've been a wreck over this. Somebody come hold me and give me some treats."

Things admittedly got back on track for a while. For a while, I would hold J-Lo all the time. And then...I got Señor Piccolo. Her new BFF *and* arch rival for my affection. For a while there, I thought that Ms. Lo was going deaf. I would call her, and she wouldn't come. I would call her even louder and with more enthusiasm -even promising her treats...and she *still* wouldn't come. Eventually I realized that this was her way of saying "Piss off!" OK. Ms. Lo. Point taken. I need to spend more one on one time with you. I had no idea that one day I would be getting *attitude* from a dog. :p 


As if life wasn't complicated enough these days...

Meeting Ellen Blakely

Sunday, October 17, 2010 at 7:21pm

Well...I met Ellen Blakely today. I don't think she'll forget me. Everything was going great, and I was just about to leave, when her chocolate colored longhaired dachshund started barking at my dogs in my car. She asked me about the puppy...and seemed interested in meeting him. So I went over to the car to get him out for his introduction. Well...the puppy was leaning up against the car door, and I didn't want to open it and have him come tumbling out onto the asphalt, so I gingerly opened the door a crack and was trying to reach in and grab him while making sure that he did not fall out. In the meanwhile, J-Lo (the whippet) ended up poking her head out and going nose to nose wth Ellen Blakely's dog. At first I didn't even notice it because they were both so quiet. But then the silence was broken. They both started barking at eachother, and J-Lo ended up running down her dog several times. In the end her dog ran inside the house, and I caught the whippet and put her back in the car after scolding her. Yeah. I don't think she'll forget me. I'm just glad everyone was ok. Her dog was fine. My dog was a jerk. The puppy piddled all over me in the excitement. :p Oh...and Ellen was nice enough to have me back. I'm going to be learning her process with her at her studio. Next time...I'll leave my dogs at home. :p

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    Krista Arata Ok so who is Ellen Blakely? Am I showing my ignorance?

    October 17, 2010 at 7:28pm · 
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    Vanessa Medina Not really Krista. She's just this artist who's work I've admired for years.
    She does this really neat process utilizing broken safety glass. I really want to make a backsplash in my kitchen using it...so I'm glad to finally meet her.
    
    http://thedecoratingdiva.com/ellen-blakeley-of-ellen-blakeley-studio/
    
    http://www.americanmosaics.org/pdffiles/GL2008aBlakeley.pdf

    October 17, 2010 at 7:59pm · 
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    Leslie LCreezy Crebassa Oh yay!! I loved visiting her studio a few years back. We'll have to make some safety glass mosaic stuff together. We can talk to my dad about getting car windows that are gonna get tossed or not used.

    October 17, 2010 at 8:10pm ·  ·  1 person
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    Vanessa Medina I *did* mention you Leslie. :)

    October 17, 2010 at 8:41pm · 
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    Leslie LCreezy Crebassa hahaha i doubt she remembered me, especially since i didn't have a dog with me to start a ruckus at the time... :P yay, looking forward to the beauty you will create!

    October 17, 2010 at 9:07pm · 

Rhinestone Kung-Fu

Saturday, October 16, 2010 at 12:54pm

(I decided that this one should live on in a note) :)

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October 16th, 2010 -Morning:

The puppy and the whippet were playing together today. It made me a little nervous because the puppy could fit inside the whippet's mouth. -and *did* on several occasions. :p Amazingly the baby opened up a chihuahua sized can of woop-ass and held his own. I think the rhinestone collar helped from a defensive position (...apparently rhinestones don't feel good in the mouth of whippet's) 

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