Things We Take for Granted

Cairn terrier sitting with marigolds.

Toby visiting the new statue and enjoying the marigolds.

At mass this weekend, the topic of parish closings came up.  It seems that with all of the scandal in the Catholic church, attendance is dangerously low (as is financial support), and there is a very real chance that we could lose our church.  For some reason I had never considered this as a possibility.

Our church isn’t one of the oldest, but it has been around for 50 years.  A lot of work has been done with building maintenance, improvements to the grounds and even adding a statue of the patron saint.  Not only is it a big part of the community, but it is where dog people in the area meet to talk and exercise their pups.  My boys grew up there and are known by everyone.

Since I have MCS, being in buildings with a lot of people wearing perfume and having cigarette smoke on their clothes is more than I can bear, so I haven’t attended mass in a good while.  I still participate in as many other aspects of the community as I can, however.

I didn’t realize until today just how much I would miss it if our church weren’t here.  I know a lot of other people are going through the same thing.  October is the month when then count attendance in order to determine which churches are closed and which kept open.  I am hoping to struggle through as many services as I can to do my part to keep this one open.  I hope that most churches are able to weather this storm and continue to provide good things for their communities for years to come.

Good luck with yours!

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Need to distract yourself from being sad over things that are not in your control?  Consider reading Poopiter! It is a fun little distraction with plenty of stories about these naughty pups.

Bitey Dog and Toby in POOPITER

 

No Good Deed

I have been trying to be responsible this Summer and keep up with my garden as tasks arise.  On Thursday I was doing my best to to be a good steward and pick beets to can.  I wanted to make sure none of the precious food went to waste.  And what was the reward for my efforts?

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Some stupid bug came along and bit/stung me on the eye!  Is this dampening my enthusiasm for further gardening?  You betcha.

Little Cairn Terrier smiles for the camera.

Ha! Mom, you look like Popeye!

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Come visit with the boys on their adventures in Poopiter!

(Watch them laugh at my misery.)

 

My Kingdom for a Drawing Program!

Is there anyone out there who could recommend a free drawing program that you don’t need to be a genius to use?  I am working with (and enjoying) Photoshop Elements 6, but I find that I want to do things than it can’t.  I recently tried Krita, and I think I am going to love it….eventually.  At the moment I am still having trouble with basics like consistently using the undo tool more than once and adding text.  The brushes are pretty awesome, though.

I am looking to create an effect that would look like embossing on homemade paper where the texture of the paper is preserved through the text.  Does that sound doable?  Any help would be greatly appreciated!

Smiling Cairn terrier boy.

 

Mom, you’ve got to be kidding me.  You’re not planning to spend even more time in front of that stupid box, are you?

How Do You Live With A Dog On Steroids?

A tired woman brushes her itchy dog at night.

Last week Geordie had an appointment with the vet, and she gave him steroids to help with the full-body itchies he gets at this time of year.  I thought this would be a great thing – my boy would finally stop nagging me because he was miserable and didn’t know what to do about it.  Maybe we could both get some sleep!

And yet, no.  Instead we have substituted one misery for another.  The steroids have given Geordie an appetite beyond belief.  He spends all day squeaking at me to give him  biscuits.  He’ll take kibble or table food, but he wants biscuits.  Milk Bones, Liva’ Snaps, Marrow Bones…it doesn’t matter.  He’ll eat them all.  Literally.

An unexpected side effect from Geordie’s steroids is that Toby is gaining weight.  Why?  Is he getting into Geordie’s meds?  No, but every time I feed Geordie, I need to give Toby something to preserve equity in the house.  Even if I only give Toby one piece of kibble, Geordie eats so often that my little Toby has turned into a butterball.  Today I made him go for a long walk around the neighborhood until he flopped down on the pavement in surrender.  We’re going to need a lot of those before the weight comes off.

Fat dog thinks angry thoughts.

Whatchoo talking’ ’bout?  I’m not fat!