Dog Food is Complicated

When DID dog food get so complicated?

I’ve had at least one dog for most of my life and I’ve never spent more than two minutes choosing a dog food. What’s the cheapest? Have I bought it before, only to have the dog turn up her nose at it, (though honestly, this has always been more likely to happen with cats)? Have I bought it and the dog had any weird stomach things happen around the same time that might be attributed to this dog food.

And that’s it. End of thought process.

So why in the hell am I not only asking people on Chatter/Twitter/Facebook about dog food but also considering only higher priced dog foods — dog foods you can’t get at the grocery store?

Hell, I even asked the damn vet if he had a dog food recommendation.

And when did dogs start having gluten problems? Is that new? Because I’m almost 50 years old and for a good 40+ years of that time, I’d never seen a single gluten-intolerant dog. I worked at a KENNEL for three years and we never had a dog come in with a special gluten-free/grain-free food. EVER.

Skeeter will LITERALLY eat anything at all. It might not do her tummy any good to eat Elly’s sock or the Hershey’s chocolate bar wrapper she dug out of the trash — but she’ll eat it but here I am wondering about what food to buy. Whether we should just stick with the brand she’s used to, just in adult formula, in case she doesn’t “like” a different kind. Then again, she’s thrilled when she can break into the shih tzu’s room and eat his Kibbles n Bits (or whatever inexpensive food HE is eating.)

I’ve become one of those dog owners. I have to just admit it – to myself, and to all of you (who have already figured that out.)

It wasn’t the making of the dog toys last weekend that cinched it. It is the indecision over dog food.

Hell.

Long-Legged Beagle

I took Skeeter to the vet for her scratched cornea re-check (and also to have the weird lump thingy on her face looked at) — the receptionist went to the back and told the vet tech that a beagle with the longest legs EVER was waiting.

When the vet tech came out, the receptionist said, “SEE, doesn’t she have long legs?”

I laughed, “If she was a beagle, yes – those would be long legs. But she’s not a beagle.”

Then there was much discussion about Treeing Walker Coonhounds and whether that was a breed available in their database (turns out, it is — and Skeeter is their first TWC! yippeee, she feels special.)

She’d feel more special if she could just wander around looking cute, maybe stand on the scale for a minute, and then just get all of the treats. That whole standing on the really tall table while people look at her eye, put stuff in her eye, look in her again… well that part is dumb. Skeeter would prefer not to do that again for her treats.

In fact, she’d be happy if everyone just stepped back and let her get the treats all by herself. She’ll even eat the buckets the treats are in. No problem. She’s happy to do it.

Those long legs of hers make it a piece of cake to reach the treats. All of the treats.

I Made Dog Toys!

I can’t believe it. I actually followed through on a Pinterest-y DIY idea. I made these dog toys over the weekend and it was awesome.

They were easy to make. They were quick to make. Skeeter likes them. Win, win, WIN!

Now I’m kind of thinking I should make some of these… or is that pushing it a bit?

All Art Journals, All the Time

I ran into Raw Art Journaling while looking at another art journaling book and figured what the hell, I’m on an art journaling kick – might as well go with that for awhile.

This one was slightly different from the others I’ve read. More life coach-like. I liked it. It was nice to read a book that didn’t forget that words are a part of art journaling. Sometimes we get hung up on the color and the collage and the texture that we leave out the word portion of the journal.

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Acrylic Techniques in Mixed Media is all technique, all the time. Most are techniques I know or have seen but there were some new ideas. And, in a couple of cases techniques I might not have tried were made more appealing. I am going to hold onto this book for awhile and try some of these.

Rearranged

TW has been threatening to rearrange furniture and she finally did it.

It made me and Skeeter very nervous.

Neither of us are fans of the furniture moving.

We are both creatures of habit and we like our spaces to stay OUR spaces.

Skeeter will probably go pee on the floor or chew something up.

I’ll just bump into things for awhile. Maybe have a few weird dreams or nightmares.

Gah.

Because I Said So

Ken Jennings is a funny guy. I thoroughly enjoyed Because I Said So — except for that part about baby names close to the end of the book. I skipped that section because, dude — I’m rolling my eyes here.

And, I’m still gonna hang my arm out of the window someday and I’m still probably going to mix my batteries because I’m too lazy to go find four brand new batteries of the same type. So there!

Art Journaling, Altered Book, Tag Book, The Pocket Scavenger — Gah!

I’m seriously into the art journaling thing right now. Big change from the how many years I’ve had this unaltered altered book and the one year that I’ve had two tags of a JMP tag journal and … yea. Totally into it. I think it was the Doodle a Day in April that helped spur me into it.

I did the daily doodle in my altered book, which means I moved away from the idea of turning the book I hated into a book on the topic that I loved. Instead, it turned into art journal, junk journal, inspiration journal — just journal journal.

Giving myself “permission” to play with that book, that way — and keeping it on my desk every day so I’d remember to doodle, well, that did it. I’ve done some type of art journaling or doodling every day since April 1.

And it’s awesome.

I blogged about a review copy of The Pocket Scavenger over at BlogHer and I’ve watched about a zillion youtube videos of art journal techniques and flip throughs. I’m totally into this. My only problem is… my stuff is everywhere. I don’t have one good place to art journal (particularly if I want to keep my stuff safe from the darn dog.)

I’m almost tempted to let TW re-arrange the furniture in hopes of finding a space that allows me to paint a bunch of pages or gesso a bunch of pages or glue a bunch of pages all in one place — and be able to leave them alone to dry. Or be able to leave them out, open, with art materials out so I can walk past or get up and add something/change something whenever the mood strikes.

Blah. It’s such a production to do anything more than doodle with gel pens or markers (the only two mediums that are on my desk all of the time.)

OK enough griping, I’m off to gesso some tags or something.

Chomp

I like Carl Hiaasen but I don’t love Carl Hiaasen so I figured I’d enjoy Chomp but I didn’t know I’d really, really, REALLY enjoy Chomp.

The only problem with it (well besides the neverending supply of beer the “bad guy” seemed to have and his inebriation level, but it’s middle grade fiction — that’s to be expected) was that we listened to it on audio and… Dawson, yes that Dawson, was the reader.

I kept expecting Joey and Pacey to show up… that was a little weird.

Great Cybils selection. Great book for those of you who aren’t sure you like audio books.

The Ashford Affair

Yay Lauren Willig! (Even if The Ashford Affair is not a Pink Carnation series book, sigh.)

Same story-style. Similar characters. No spies but a little family history mystery.

All of which goes to say that if you liked The Pink Carnation books and you aren’t tired of them, then you’ll like this one.

Poor Poodle

Skeeter is not a morning dog.

She’d lay in bed ’til noon if nothing forced her up (or piqued her interest) and as soon as she gets up and uses the bathroom (barks at whatever piqued her interest) she’s ready to go right back to bed.

Unless you’re going to take her for a walk or to the dog park. She’s happy to get out of bed for that.

So this morning, when she was forced out of bed at 6am, she was sluggish. I also noticed she had gunky eyes. Fairly common for her — so I wiped her eyes, took her outside, and went about the business of getting the kids to school.

I noticed after we got home that Skeeter, (who did not get to go with us on the school run), had gunky eyes again. So, I wiped them and took her outside to use the bathroom — wondering aloud about why her eyes were so gunky this morning.

And then I went about my business, while Skeeter went to bed.

When she woke up a few hours later, her eyes were gunky again — so I looked closely and not only were they gunky, one of them was not opening all of the way and looked a little swollen.

Darn dog.

She has a scratched cornea.

No idea how that happened but $150+ later she has medicines and has to go back to the vet for a re-check.

I swear we’ve taken this dog to the vet more times in 9 months than we took Jake or Chanel in all of the years we owned them.

Poor poodle puppy.