Sunday, December 24, 2017

Merry Christmas

Isaiah 9:6 For to us a child is born, to us a Son is given; and the government shall be upon His shoulder, and His name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. 

Luke 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.

James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.

Friday, December 22, 2017


"Here comes the wind"

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Monday, December 18, 2017

We Wish You a Merry Christmas

"We wish you a Merry Christmas..."

Come on Blueberry - sing it like you mean it!

"We wish you a Merry Christmas..."

You don't sound very cheery.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas..."

Sing it loud!  Sing it proud!

"I'm going to kill you next year."

Note to self:  Blueberry doesn't seem to care for the festive Christmas hat...

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Monday, December 11, 2017

Every Poo Pile Tells a Story

"This little doggy went to Starbucks"

"This little doggy ate styrofoam"

"This little doggy had a roast beef"

"This little doggy ate toast that was overdone"

And this little doggy had treat treat treats all the way home!

Blueberry at first didn't realize what I was doing, but then you can tell by her expressions in these two outtakes towards the end of the photo session that she was a bit appalled.
"You want me to pose with the poo????"

"I refuse to stand any closer to that poo pile on the grounds that this is weird, human!!"

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time...there was a spotted dog with her not-so-spotted 7 puppies, dumped at a shelter.  They were on the euthansia list.  For those of you that don't know, that is not a very good list to be on.  It's worse than being on Santa's naughty list!  

Then, a lady that rescues dogs stepped in and took this spotted dog and all of her puppies and they went to a foster home.  That means it was like a real home, and certainly better than a shelter, but not a permanent home.  There, the spotted dog was able to finish raising her puppies and after a while, all but one of her puppies went to new homes.  The rescue wanted to call her Blackberry, but decided that was a little awkward to say so they decided on Blueberry instead.

The foster home decided that this Blueberry was a bit more than they could handle so they didn't want to foster anymore and so B and her one remaining puppy went to the rescue lady's home where she kept many many dogs on some farm land.  They even had a cow there!  B and her puppy stayed in the barn and kept mostly to themselves.  Sadly, B did not make a lot of friends and the other dogs picked on her a lot to the point where she had some minor skin injuries all over her body.

One day, December 9, 2011 to be exact, for the first time since the B had been rescued (it had been over 6 months), someone expressed an interest in adopting her.  This person came and visited.  B was very afraid and the other dogs tried to bite at her as she was walked towards the person that wanted her.  B gently licked the hand that came towards her and then turned her head away as if to say, "I know you don't want me...no one does."  She knew she was right because she didn't get a new home that day.  She stayed where she was.

Little did the spotted dog know that the person that visited her had every intention of coming back and drove home with tears in her eyes as she felt like she was betraying the spotted dog by not being able to adopt her that very day.

A few weeks later, much to B's surprise, the human visited her again!  And this time - she wanted to take her home.  B was so afraid the rescue lady had to lift her into the back seat of the car.  She shook and shook and panted and panted and wormed her way into the front seat as the human was driving.  She panted so much the human was very worried about her, but the human spoke words to her in a soft voice all the way home.

B was panting so heavily and the drive was so very long that before they reached home, she vomited all over the gear shift and part of the front seat.  B thought for sure that she would be returned.

But they soon reached the human's home.  And the human took that spotted dog named Blueberry inside and showed her the yard.  B quietly explored everything and then went back into the house with the human and rested on the floor.  She watched as the human went in and out with paper towels and rags to clean up the mess in the car.  The human never said an unkind thing about it.  

Slowly, over the days and weeks in her new home, B learned that leashes were good and meant visiting fun places, food wasn't poison, treats were amazing and the human's bed was wonderful.  

And the human learned that the spotted dog named Blueberry had a playful, fun side and could be stubborn but also so very loving and sweet.  

Happy Met-cha Day, Blueberry.  I have never regretted adopting you.  

Friday, December 8, 2017

When a Plan Backfires

Regret of the week:

Sometimes, I have Blueberry sleep on my socks so they are warm and toasty when I don them in the morning.  But one day this week, they were under her bottom.  No big deal, right?  Ha-not this time.  As I proceeded to extract one of them from underneath her bottom, it inadvertently ended up scraping across the uh, smooth part where all the play-doh comes out.  Blueberry's eyes widened (surprise at the sensation of having her poop chute wiped?), as did mine.  I did what any sane person would - I smelled the sock.  It was not good.  (and no, I didn't wear it.  I wanted to burn it but settled for putting it in the laundry)

The moral to this story is - if anything is under your dog's bottom - leave it there.  For the love of all that is good - LEAVE.  IT.  THERE.

The end.  (no pun intended)

"I think my bottom smells great and so do all the other dogs I meet.  Humans are weird."

Monday, December 4, 2017

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Deep Thoughts by Blue Berry 12-2-17

I wonder if on really windy days scout ants would rather stay inside, but then the other ants are like - suck it up buttercup - and so the scout ventures out.  I bet the ants safe in their hill feel pretty terrible later when they realize the scout probably succumbed to the elements and isn't coming back.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Scenes From a Night Hike

This is Blueberry depositing a poo on a downward slope.

This is the human almost falling down the slope to get to the poo.

This is Blueberry kicking the poo and rocks into the human's face right when she leaned down to pick up the poo.

"Please stop exaggerating about me kicking things in your face.  It's just in your general direction."

Human:  A poo almost hit me!


Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Monday, November 27, 2017

One Last Attempt at a Pup and a Plant

I am making one last attempt at a Pup and a Plant that Jackie from Pooch Smooches created.  I couldn't help myself.  #iknowistinkatthis

A Palo Verde and a dog with black ears that killed a baby birdie.

Larrea tridentata and a dog that doesn't get bathed alotta.
(That's creosote bush for those that don't speak plant)

A Teddy Bear Cholla and a spotted dog that will surely annoy ya.

Blueberry here.  Hey!  These are not exactly flattering.  I can't take pictures - but imagine, if you will, my human standing in front of an Eldarica pine and has apple pie that I claim as mine.  #iwantallthedessert


Dormant bermuda grass and a human who is a really big

Human:  HEY! 

Relax, I was going to say hourglass.  You know, cause you are always keeping time.  #iwishmyhumanwouldplantwintergrass

Human:  No one is buying that...

I only know what 3 plants are, so chances are slim that I will ever try this again.  I hope you enjoyed this and now hopefully, when I am hiking, I will stop rhyming things in my head because it was driving me crazy.  

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Deep Thoughts by Blue Berry 11-25-17

One time at the end of a sunset hike, my human thought I had stopped to eat something I found on the ground and she became angry and gave me a lecture the whole way back to the car about how eating random things off the trail was unacceptable, blahblahblah.  Then, as she was getting me settled into the back seat, she finally noticed I had a cholla cactus stuck to the top of my paw.  I think she felt bad.  That would have been a good time for me to develop the super power of opposable thumbs so I could have ripped the cactus off and launched it at her head.  

Monday, November 20, 2017

A Special Time of Year

Human:  Do you know what Thursday is??

Blueberry:  Apple Pie Day!

Human:  Actually, it's Thanksgiving.  But yes, there will be pie.

Blueberry:  Thanksgiving?  Does that mean I will be thanking you for giving me all of the apple pie?

Human:  It means I might be thankful enough for you to share a little bit of pie.

Blueberry:  Your inability to share a decent amount of pie with me will surely impede my ability to be thankful.

Human:  Perhaps I should make a Blueberry pie instead?

Blueberry:  I love all pie!  Wait, what?  Does that mean what I think it means?

Human:  Mwahahahaha!

Blueberry:  That is not in keeping with the Thanksgiving Day spirit.  Don't lean too far into the oven, human...

Human:  Just don't try to assault me as I am eating

Blueberry:  As long as you share properly, we will have a peaceful Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  May you eat many fine things, but not in excess.  Nobody enjoys a vomit-y Thanksgiving.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Deep Thoughts by Blue Berry

"I think it's high time someone came up with a dog bed made out of cheese accessorized with a bacon pillow.  What's the hold up, humans?"

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

WW 11-15-17

Over on Pooch Smooches Jackie does a great job coming up with a Pup and a Plant captions with Rita that crack me up!  I thought I would give it a whirl.  Sadly, I have less talent  and this was all I could come up with.  

I'm not really sure what this plant is, but Blueberry loves that it smells like dog whizz.


Monday, November 13, 2017

Deep Thoughts by Blue Berry

I wish I could talk.  That way, when we are hiking in the desert in the dark of night, I could look behind us and then shout, "CLOWN!!!" and take off running.

I bet my human would be able to run really fast.  Or else she would stand there in horror and soil herself.  I think either one would make a good memory and we could laugh about it later.

Friday, November 10, 2017

The Week is Finally Over!

"Let's go - the weekend is here!!"

Just a short update - the wound is doing so much better.  It is pink now instead of an angry shade of red.  Hurts way less than before.  Woo hoo!  Thank you, Lord!  

I know that it was such a little thing.  But when I was going through this, I googled and googled and could not find anything relating to what I had - which was something small.  All I could find were these horror stories of huge gaping holes being covered by something that looked like a barnacle and plastic surgeons and long recoveries.  So I posted about my experience in the hopes of helping someone else know what to expect (although hopefully their experience is less painful).  I am still waiting for culture results - although at this point I am getting better and it only matters because I'd like to know what it was! 

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Another Wound Update

Since my surgery, I have been running a low grade fever off and on and in general, just not feeling well.  I did have some yellowy stuff coming out of the wound, but that's normal, right?  It wasn't a ton.  But the pain was concerning.  You know that deep pain you get if you have like an ingrown nail that gets infected - it's like that - only on my forehead.  I didn't bother calling the doctor since I knew I had an appointment coming up this week.  And I really thought she would tell me it looks great and everything I was experiencing was normal.

When I got there - they were all cheerful - and asking how it was healing.  And so I told them about the low-grade fevers, pain, and yellow gunk.  That sure wiped the smiles off their faces.  (hahaha - I know how to sober a room)  The doctor then did a culture swab of the area - which, by the way, hurt like the dickens!!! I'm sure under normal circumstances it wouldn't have bothered me, but given that the site is most likely infected and painful to the gentlest touch - that swab was like having someone rub at it with a brillo pad.  

And the suture removal?  Well, at one point I asked if blood was running down my forehead and she told me no, that was sweat.  She asked if I was nervous and I told her no - it was just so painful.  I do remember seeing black dots near the end of the removal.  And then she was done and my vision cleared.  But, man, that was unpleasant!  Again, probably due to the infection.  

She sent me home with antibiotics, mentioned that I may have impetigo and the results from the culture would be back in a couple of days.  I looked at impetigo pictures on line and I don't really think I have that.  Don't children get that?  And their pictures look way worse.

This was my wound before my post op appointment.  Still looks angry.  And very painful.  (And in case anyone is wondering - I took great care with this site as I did with all the biopsy sites and followed the directions for wound care I was given)

This is after the sutures were removed.  It looks so stern.  (hahaha, wound humor)

"I insisted my human end with a picture of me because let's face it, the human's forehead just looks gross."

WW 11-8-17

Scenes from an early morning hike.

"Hey!  Stop with the pictures and let's go!!"

"I'm gonna get you!"

Monday, November 6, 2017

Deep Thoughts by Blue Berry

Does anybody remember Jack Handey from SNL and his deep thoughts?  I thought some of them were hilarious.  It occurred to me that Blueberry may have some deep thoughts of her own that she would like to share from time to time.  We hope you enjoy this.

"I think a fun thing to do is to eat a tripe treat and then immediately after, sneak up on the human and lick her neck.  And then when she screams and runs away, chase her down and lick her some more.  Tripe...it's the gift that keeps on giving."

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

WW 11-1-17 - Skin Cancer Update

Warning:  If you are squeamish - you may want to skip this post.

This will be a wordy Wednesday.  I had my surgery for my basal cell yesterday.  Not a pleasant experience.  I am a bleeder and for the record:  it's very disturbing to smell your own flesh burning when it is cauterized to try and stem the flow of blood.  I had to go home with a pressure bandage because of the copious bleeding.  

The red dot is from my biopsy.  Mostly healed.

This is yesterday post-surgery.  And yes, the pressure bandage became adhered to some of my hair and yes, I lost a little clump of hair when trying to remove it.

This was this morning.  It looks very angry, no?  My forehead was lifted up to close the gap so I guess in a way I received a forehead lift.  Although, the pain isn't worth it and I don't understand why anyone would willingly have that done.

Blueberry was annoyed with my tossing and turning last night and ditched me for her dog bed on the floor.  Zero nursing skills.  She also bumped her nose against my bandage pretty hard.  Another nursing fail.

It hurts to speak, to chew, and to laugh.  There's just a lot of tension in that area and it feels like most activities are pulling at it.  The good news is - within a week I should be mostly healed.  

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤  "I still love you, human.  Just keep the treats coming."

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

The Mud Stops Here

We revisited the Mud Run site yesterday and ran into more obstacles for B to play around in.  This is what happens when Blueberry assumes the next puddle will be mostly water and it turns out - it's not.  Before I had a chance to stop her, she had plopped into the ooze and I could tell the mud was pulling at her paws because she had quite the time getting out.  When she made it out - she kept shaking herself and this human had mud splatter all over her.  

I always know when Blueberry is having a LOT of fun on our hikes because she'll do something on her own that I haven't even thought about.  As soon as she saw this stack of straw bales - she ran to the top of it and stood there like this to pose for me.  

She is at eye level with me (I am about 5'4") and I was a little concerned she might leap to the ground from the top bale and I tried to lure her to the bottom one bale at a time - but she was feeling very spunky after her mud bath and leaped down anyway.   I exclaimed - "You are 77 years old!  You can't leap down like that with your bum knee and hips!"  She didn't seem to care.  It wasn't graceful but she didn't seem to be in pain and swaggered in glee the rest of the hike.  (although I did give her a pain pill later that night)

"What do you mean I am getting rinsed off?  You don't appreciate my new look?"

You can kind of see in this picture just how filthy she was.  I had to use two large bottles of water to rinse that mud off before she got in the car.  She didn't seem to mind.  She was still on her mud high.  But when I had to finish cleaning her up at home - well, it was like it was the end of the world.  Such drama.  Like I was pouring acid on her instead of just regular water.  

However, I think if we had to rate our hikes so far this fall - this would probably be #1.  It was so much fun for both of us!