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5 Joys
1. My furbabies!
2. The beach
3. Hugs from boys. :)
4. Naps
5. A nice glass of Pinot Noir

5 Fears
1. Dying
2. Dying naked
3. Drowning
4. Losing a loved one
5. Snakes

5 Obsessions
1. RBs
2. Red wine
3. My computer
4. Animals
5. Music

5 Surprising Facts
1. I can tie a knot in a cherry stem with my tongue
2. I only cheered for two years
3. I sleep with a stuffed Tiger at night
4. My best friends in High school were all guys.
5. I am terribly shy

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The story of Pablo, Pooka and Peanut. My three little piggies

When my boyfriend asked me to move to Florida with him 5 years ago, I said no. I told him I could never leave my friends, family or my furbabies. Finally, I realized that he was the one for for me and if I didn't go, I would lose him forever. The catch was that none of my pets could go, but we would only gone a year, two tops. I decided that my dog, Bella, could stay with my parents and I would come back and get Rhaja. I knew we weren't buying a house and finding an apartment to take Bella would be really hard.

So, since I had never NOT had a pet, I told him a wanted a guinea pig. I picked out a black abyssinian male piggie at Petco and decided I would name him Pablo. I told M about my find and he went on my birthday and gave me Pablo. Only, this wasn't the male I picked out. Pablo was now a girl. :)

Pablo was a very vocal and sweet piggie. She loved to eat carrots, cucumbers and romain lettuce, but hated having her nails trimmed. She made the move with us later that year in May and was thriving! I had done a lot of research on guinea pigs and decided that since they were so social, Pablo needed a friend. M said that once we both had jobs, we could get Pablo a friend. The day came and I picked out her friend, Pooka. She and Pooka used to chase each other all around their cage and wake us up. It was really annoying at 1:30 in the morning.

Six months later, M and I moved to our own apartment and the furbabies even had their own room. Things were going well and I had even started a new job a vet clinic and was really enjoying learning new things and playing with all kinds of animals. And as a bonus, I was making lots of new friends. One of my new friends was a techinician that actually bred and showed guinea pigs and had some new babies that needed homes. Well, me being the animal lover that I am decided that since we already had two, let's just have three. So, Peanut soon joined our household.

We noticed a lot of chasing, squeaking and "brring". We had bought them a nice large cage and a big new house. All three would squeak whenever we would come home. One day, about a year later, M and I came home to a very quiet apartment. I called to the piggies, but I didn't hear a response. I looked at M and he looked at me, it was like we knew.

We both ran into the "kids" room and saw Pooka. She was gone. I won't give you full details, but it was murder. I think the other piggies knew Pooka was my favorite. Pooka would actually take naps with me and just loved to cuddle. I also think that Pooka was a bully. We noticed that after she was gone, there wasn't as much chasing or "brring".

Finally, after three years (three dogs, two cats and two hamsters later) M and I were married and moving to Kansas. We had just gotten married in April, bought a house in June and had new jobs by July. We had two dogs, Pita and Austin. Bevo, the third dog, was a rescue that developed parvo and we only got to know him for a few short days. We were very blessed to have had that special time with him. We had our two cats, Rhaja and KC and two piggies, Pablo and Peanut.

It was a great time in our lives. Then, as you all know, Easter happened. My baby, Peanut, was gone. I kissed that nose almost every single night. I still kiss her picture that hangs in the furbabies room.

Now, here are six months later. My husband, M, has decided he now longer wants to be married. We have been married for only a year and half and together for nearly 6. We will be selling our beautiful house and going our separate ways. As if that news wasn't bad enough, on Wednesday, October 1, Pablo left me.

I woke up and realized that Pablo never squeaked her morning hello to me. I ran to her cage and found her just lying there. Death had taken her overnight. I am so devasted. I still cry when I see the empty space on my dress that was once occupied by her cage.

On August 27, 2008, I had a tumor removed from her left hip and sent it off. The report said is was just a lipoma and was nothing to worry to about. She did very well after the surgery. She had her energy back and squeaked for me all the time! She ran up to say hi and grab her morning and evening treats. I am not sure what happened, but I think she may have developed a cold. I had noticed earlier that week, her squeak was little different sounding, but I just figured it was me. I guess I was right. I regret being asleep and not being able to hold her and let her know how much I loved her. I will also always regret that I was so tired and didn't tell her goodnight.

I know that some people may think it's silly to be so upset about a piggie, but those kind of people have no hearts.

R.I.P. Pablo M. C******. 2/14/2004-10/1-2008

In your face!

Think Rotties or Pitties are the most aggressive breeds? Think again. OK- Pitties came in 6th, but still..

They may not look as threatening as some of the larger canine, but research revealed that the dachshund is the most aggressive breed of dog.

Citing a study published by Applied Animal Behavior Science, the British newspaper The Daily Telegraph reported that one in five dachshunds has bitten or tried to bite strangers, and one in 12 has shown aggression toward its owners.

The study involved researchers from the University of Pennsylvania. About 6,000 dog owners were questioned about their dogs' behavior. Thirty-three breeds were ranked on their aggression.

The Jack Russell terrier was third, followed by the Akita and the Australian cattle dog. The pit bull was sixth, followed by the beagle, the English springer spaniel, the border collie and the German shepherd.

According to the Telegraph, the Rottweiler, which is widely believed to be an aggressive dog, scored average to below average ratings for its hostility toward strangers.

Your death and your pets

I know, I haven't been on since Easter. Cut me some slack! Life is really busy!

Anyway, Mr. Tigers and I were driving around and I had a morbid thought. What if we die together in a car wreck? Who gets the furbabies?

These aren't just any pets, these are my babies!! They can't be trusted to just anyone, either. Pita requires lots of attention and money. I assumed my parents would take Rhaja. My Dad loves her and she knows him. KC might take a while to warm up to someone. She is pretty young (only three) and pretty well behaved. She might be Ok at my sister's. Not too sure.

We would like for Austin and Pita to go together, but I know that may not be possible. My friend, Becky, (a wonderful vet) said she would take Pita. She knows all about Pita and how to properly care for her. I know she would be in good hands. Austin would do well with ANYONE! My friend, Beth, called dibs on him. :) He would adjust well and is really just a great, friendly dog.

Pablo. Hmm, I think she might have to go with Becky, as well. I am not sure how long she will live with her little (ok, not so little) tumor thingy. She is great otherwise. Just perfect!

I know it's kind of a creepy thought, but Hey, you never know what is store for you. Someone needs to speak for my babies. I hope I don't die anytime soon, but I know that if I do, I need to know that my babies are taken care of.

Sad Easter

My husband and I lost our beloved Peanut today. She was only three years old. She had been very healthy up until today. I went in to give her and Pablo their Easter treats. Pablo eagerly came over and got hers, but Peanut didn't squeak or come out of the house. I moved the house and picked her up. It was way too easy to get her. I put her on her back just to see if she would move. She didn't care. I carried her all around the house, but she didn't react to anything.





She was very lethargic and I noticed some crusting around her nose. I called the e-clinic, but unfortunately, they didn't see exotics. So, they referred me to another place. I called and went to print the directions. Stupid Mapquest didn't recognize my freaking address and by the time I got them printed off and we headed on our way, it was too late. She had already passed. I am so happy that I had the opportunity to love her and be with her. My husband and I got to hold her and kiss her before she died. I am glad she wasn't alone.

R.I.P Peanut M. C******. 2005- March 2008. We love you.

Bella and her ACL

My poor girl started walking funny and holding up her right, hind leg. I took her to a specialist on Monday and it turned out she tore her ACL. We decided to do the TPLO sugery right away, so we can get her taken care of. She had the surger on Tuesday and came home on Wednesday. She is doing very, very well. She has to wear an e-collar and she hates it! When you try to put it on her, she turns her head and then she nuzzles up as close to you as she can. It's pretty funny.
She must be confined for 6-8 weeks. This ought to be fun. :)

photos of the kids

I just enjoy watching my kids do their thing. Austin likes to carry around more than one chew toy. I haven't taken a picture, yet. Pita likes to sleep on things. Mr. Tigers clothes, bags, our shoes or whatever is she can find that smells like us. Rhaja like to stare off and be higher than any other kid. KC enjoys biting the end of her tail. I have some weird ones. But, as weird as they are , I love them.