Roscoe

I started to call this Necrotizing Meningoencephalitis. But that is too horrible a thing to attach to such a sweet angel.
Yeah, I'll call him an angel, although so much of his life he has been anything but. I have worked so hard to make him conform, fit into the mold that I thought the perfect dog should be. And he has fought me at every turn. Oh he might give a little just for my ego, but by in large he lives up to his name. He's a little Roscoe.
I thought about that so much over the last ... gee ... it hasn't even been 24 hours. I watched him as he trotted out in front of me, moving from side to side as we walked out of the hotel. That always drove me insane. I so wanted him to calmly walk beside me, taking his cues from me. You know ... what good dogs do. I never did win that one.
Last week I took Roscoe to the vet. I thought he had an inner ear infection, as his breed is prone. It seemed like his balance was off and that he was stumbling a lot. This is the dog that I compared to a cat. He could climb gates and walk on narrow ledges. Falling down is not something he did.
Dr Evans checked his ears and kept asking questions. Then she started doing some exams that I now know were testing for a neurological problem. Neurological ... my heart dropped into my stomach when I first heard that word. That was Friday.
By Monday he was definitely having trouble walking. Not that it bothered him. He would fall down and get right back up and keep going. Funny thing about dogs. Whatever happens they just keep going.
By Tuesday the neurologist at Auburn's Small Animal Hospital had called and could work us in. I threw some clothes in a bag and hit the road. Dr Evans had already given me some info on what to expect so I was prepared to hang around for a couple of days. We met Dr Redmond who gave me the drill. Blood tests and work up today. (Bless their hearts, my friend Amy and cousin Bob showed up to hold me hand during this.) Then I could take him for the night. Back the next morning for more extensive x-rays, MRI and a spinal tap.
I know it is crazy, but there is still this part of me that thought, oh .... this is my goofy dog. He has survived having all his teeth removed. He's survived a dog fight with a 75 pound dog. He'll be fine. We'll figure it out and fix it.
I dropped him at 7:30 and went back to the hotel to wait for the report. At 1:00 Dr Redmond called. For some reason he thought I had driven back to Birmingham. (silly man... not without my dog) He said I know it is a long drive back from Birmingham, but I would really rather than you came in for us to tell you what we found. I think my brain started shutting down at that point. I didn't ask any questions. I just said sure and made an appointment for 4:00.
I got there at 4:15. I'm never late for that kind of thing. Not this time.
I wonder if there is class that doctors, both human and animal doctors, take on breaking bad news. Clearly Dr Redmond had a method of delivering his information. He started by telling me the things that they had ruled out. Unfortunately, those were the least scary things on the list. Then he put up an MRI image for me to see. Even not knowing what it meant, I could see that that little brain looked ... wrong. Thats the first time I heard necrotizing meningoencephalitis. That wasn't even on the list.
Turns out that the left side of my baby's brain was rapidly melting. Soon it would spread to the right. No magic pill. No miracle surgery. No hope.
They let me bring him home then. No need to keep him overnight after all. He and I went back to the hotel.
People saw the shaved patch on his back and on his front leg. They petted his head and asked how he was. I told them the truth. He is fine. As far as he is concerned, he is fine.
Now I'm waiting for the folks at Auburn to send a treatment regimen to my vet. Not that it is going to cure anything. Now the goal is to keep him as good as I can for as long as I can. They say two weeks to a month, but they don't know. They told me lots of things that are going to happen. But for today, I'm trying to face it like Roscoe does. You fall down, you get back up and keep going.

Ermie Burgers ... My Favorite Comfort Food

I love my birthday. No, don't go trying to check, it isn't my birthday now. This is just common knowledge of anyone who has known me any time within two months of the month of June. I start the first celebration somewhere around the last week of May, and it usually continues through the entire month of June. 

I've sometimes wondered why I thought my birthday was worth a national public holiday when so many women (and men) say that they don't want anyone to even know it is their birthday. (Although I really think everyone likes a good birthday.)

It isn't hard to figure out why I love my birthday. In my family, it was always a big deal. I, being the self centered child and later self centered adult, thought it was because everyone came home for my birthday. Auburn, Nashville, Huntsville, wherever ... the whole family drove home for my birthday celebration. I mean, my birthday had to be important if everyone in the family showed up .... right?

Then one day, it hit me. They didn't come to see me, they came for my birthday meal. Mom always cooked my favorite meal for my birthday, and everyone knew what it was going to be. The cake changed from chocolate to coconut over the years, but the main dish never changed. We called them juice burgers. My friends here in Birmingham decided that was a stupid name (I had to agree with them after I saw the blank looks they gave me when I said I was making them) and renamed them Ermie Burgers. Named after my mom, Ermie. (yeah really Ermie, not Ernie or Erma - Ermie)

Over the years as we added family members, there were lots and lots of picky eaters. But we never had one that would turn down this simple dish. Everyone laughs when I describe them as my favorite meal, and no one grasps how good they are, until the first bite.

The origin of the recipe is kind of shady. Our church had juice burger suppers. My aunt may have been the first to make them. But Mom was the one who made the meal a regular event. For me this silly little meal is the best comfort food in the world. You are going to laugh when you see the ingredients, and love me when you taste the results. 

I just made a big pot. It freezes well and can be eaten later, so Mom used to make a lot and then have some ready to defrost and serve at any time. I had a few friends over when I made this batch and none of mine made it to the freezer. I love that.

I started with two pounds of browned ground sirloin. You can use any ground beef, I just like the really lean. (That's the way Momma did it.)

One large chopped onion. Don't you like the cute little chopper that Laura and Martin gave me? It matches my kitchen.

Mom used to just toss the onion in the big skillet with the ground beef, but I decided to cook my Ermie Burgers in the slow cooker, so I sauteed mine for a few minutes first .

And then the first of the secret ingredients. Mom always used two cans of regular cream of mushroom soup, but hey ... we should all try to be healthier, right? So I used the HUGE can of 98% fat free. 

And then the SUPER secret ingredients.

Ummmm hummmm ...  I have never measured the amount before, and I KNOW Mom never measured, but for the purposes of this blog,  I got out the measuring cup. I used about 5/8 of a cup of Heinz Ketchup and 1/4 of a cup of French's Yellow Mustard. 5/8 because that is how much was in the bottle. Heinz because that is the only kind Mom ever bought. I guess any other ketchup would be fine, but I will not guarantee it. Same thing with the French's Yellow Mustard. Mom never bought a brown mustard or a spicy mustard or dijon mustard. Plain old yellow mustard was all you were going to find in our house.

Mom would brown the ground beef, toss in the rest and leave it to simmer. I couldn't tell you how long. Until she decided it was ready.

Since I didn't want to really pay attention to whether it was ready or not, I decided to toss everything into the crock pot and leave it on low for the day.

Now for the creative part ... how to eat them. We always ate them open faced, topped with cheese and your favorite combination of sliced onion, pickles and tomato slices.  (I always did onion and pickles.) But this time I had a specific craving. I put Fritos in the bottom of a bowl and topped them with Ermie Burgers and shredded cheese (cheddar, American, whatever you like).  Add a Rolling Rock and wait for birthday presents. Wait ... oh yeah .... it isn't my birthday. Who cares.

From Bubba to Toto

Just a little story delivered to me via my friend Sondra.

For those of you who don't live in one of the cities that connects directly to Oz, tornados are something you think about when the images are plastered all over the evening news. For those of us who live through those images, they are a terrifying fact of life.

I have been blessed to have been consistently passed by, other than one small piece of siding which I am sure is being used by the tin man to patch up his house. But for so many it has meant the loss of loved ones, companions, everything they own, literally the roof over their heads. The grief is indescribable and beyond my ability to understand or belittle by trying to discuss.

But in this, we search for the happy endings. The little stories that give us hope. Please don't take this story as in anyway diminishing the loss of so many.

The image above was of the tornado that went through Athens, AL. This is where my niece lives with her husband and the two tow headed girlieques. They were fine and untouched, although many were not so lucky.

My friend, Sondra, posted this image after the tornado went through.

This was a kennel that was hit. She let me know that all but one dog had been found and moved to another kennel. As sad as losing one pup was, the fact that only one was lost was pretty amazing.

Today, behold Bubba. Officially renamed Toto by one of Sondra's friends. A broken jaw, that will mend, and a few missing teeth, which he can survive without, and a new convert to Dorothy's belief that "there's no place like home".

Welcome home Toto.

Heart Of My Heart

Valentine's Day I got a text message from my niece that was this picture of these guys.

Lisa and her husband have two beautiful golden retrievers, but their first babies were doxies. Two  little girls named Madison and Sadie. They both lived long doggie lives, but that just never seems long enough.

Lisa loves her new big dogs, but has wanted another dachshund. Valentine's night, Steve showed up, not with flowers and candy, but with these new babies.

It was love at first site, as is appropriate for Valentine's Day, right?

The only problem was that they were supposed to fly out of Birmingham Thursday for a long weekend in Florida. The plan was already that they would come down with their girls and spend the night with me Wednesday night. Anyone who knows me has no doubt that I was going to offer to keep these new babies. I mean, they had just left their momma. They just couldn't go to a vet for boarding.

They all arrived last night and the fun began. My friend Katie is dog sitting her sister's beagle, Layla. She grabbed up Jake (her brown pit) and Layla and came to meet the babies too.

It was really funny to watch how dogs react to puppies. Either they run from them and want nothing to do with them (Jake, Sam and Sister fall into that category), or they are obsessed with them. Roscoe and Layla loved them and seemed to be interested in taking care of them. I set up a little playpen type area with one of the gates that I have here. Every time I looked around, Roscoe and gone into the gate, or was patrolling it, making sure that the babies didn't come through the rails and get stuck or run away.

The baby boys arrived with no names. When I started calling them Rufus and Rex, Lisa decided that she should pick names quickly, or it would be settled by the time they got back. Thank goodness Ronald and Reagan were eliminated, as were Jeb and George. I suggested the previous Rufus and Rex, and Frick and Frack. Other names were Cain and Able, Romulus and Remus, Galahad and Lancelot. (Yeah, I was the only one that liked most of those.) Steve wanted to name one Melvin. (And y'all thought my names were bad.)

Lisa really liked the name Blue for this guy. He has the most striking blue eyes. I think the spelling is still up for debate, but the name has stuck.

That left this one.  See those little front legs? They reminded me on a famous singer and producer, but Lisa didn't really like calling him Cee Lo.

Orange didn't really work (blue and orange ... Auburn's colors). Aubie wasn't right either. Tiger was met with silence. There was a brief discussion on changing Blue to War and this guy becoming Eagle, but that was gone as fast as it was mentioned.

Finally I suggested Covey, for my grandfather (her great grandfather). When I said that, Lisa said ... what do you think about Bailey. We all looked at each other, and then at that face. Bailey seemed to work.

So welcome to the family Bailey and Blue. We're happy to have you.

 You are our Valentines.

Smile!

I took a picture today that made me laugh and got me thinking. Now, I am not a great photographer, although some of these were taken by friends who are. But it is hard not to smile back when someone smiles at you. So "smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking." (unknown)

Little Old Man ... Happy Birthday Sam!

Four years ago I got an email from a dog trainer that I know letting me know about a poodle that she had been called in to evaluate. The owners had disagreed with her conclusion that, with a just a little work, he would be a great dog. The owners had decided that if they couldn't find him another home, they would have him put down. (They also had already gotten a golden retriever pup that they were sure was going to be the perfect dog.)
Something about his plight struck a nerve and I agreed to let him come here "for a little while". I couldn't understand how someone could have a dog for five years and decide to put him down.
Four years later, that poodle, now known as Sam, Sammers, Sam I Am, Sammer Rammer Roo Hoo, Frack (as in Frick and Frack), The Chunky Monkey, The Little Black One (as opposed to The Little White One), The Good One (as opposed to The Problem One) has his forever home. There was no real work to be done, he was a great dog when he got here. I couldn't love him more if I had gotten him when he was a pup.
Happy Birthday Sam! Roscoe and I could not imagine life without you.

Cleaning Up

I have several friends that I wanted to make a little something for this Christmas. When I was making the baby blanket for my friend's little boy, I got the idea of knitting dish cloths for them. There are so many patterns available to choose from, and they make quick little projects to give you a break from some of the more time consuming undertakings.

There are lots of sites with free patterns. I always start with Ravelry , but have also found nice ones on Knit A Little Store , and Knitting Pattern Central . If you have something specific that you want to do and you can't find them here, just Googling usually will find a free pattern on someone's site.

Part of the fun is thinking about the person and the things that they love. My friend Amy loves hummingbirds. Her lake house has hummingbird feeders visible everywhere and some of the closest to tame hummingbirds you have ever seen. One of the nicest mornings I've had there was spent watching a momma hummingbird bring her baby to the feeder. She would show baby how to drink the sweet liquid and then back away to chase the other hummingbirds away while the baby fed.

Hummingbird Pattern

Anyway, picking a hummingbird for Amy was a logical choice.

My one major learning curve on doing these was in selection of yarns. I picked a bunch of Sugar'n Cream cotton yarns in a variety of colors before I started these projects. Most of them were multi-colored, patterned yarns and the patterns would kind of interfere with the ability to see the image that I was knitting.  But you live and learn. I still found these fun to make and hope people find them useful.

Terrier Pattern

My friend Leigh Anne loves her Jack Russell Terriers.  Bailey (no relation) and Bama are adorable, sweet dogs who are spoiled with all the love that every dog should enjoy. So with a little digging I found this pattern. Now, I know that the creator called it border terrier, but I don't know exactly what that is. You look at her dogs and tell me this doesn't look like her cuties.

Bama and Bailey

Dog House Pattern

In keeping with the dog theme, I found this little pattern for a dog house. (Not that her dogs have ever seen one, but her husband Steve might be familiar with the idea.)

And then, just because initials always work, I did this one for their surname. When I started doing the baby blanket, I had purchased patterns for all letters from the Knit A Little Store , so I used the pattern for K.

I decided to do no border for this one.

Harley pattern

My cousin, Susie, and her husband have recently purchased a Harley Davidson. It took a little digging for these, but I finally found a pattern for a logo.

Motorcycle pattern

Yeah, her kitchen isn't lime green, but she loves lime green.

And I have to get my use out of my letter patterns I bought.

Owl Pattern

When my youngest girlieques saw what I was making, they decided that they wanted their own cloths. So I let them pick their pattern and colors. The oldest loves owls and the youngest kittens, so ...

The owl pattern is called Whoo Loves You Baby.  Isn't it adorable? They have a pattern for making a baby bib with it too. I see that in Cruz's future.

And I couldn't resist this kitten for Caroline. After all, she has my heart.













So now I'm back to other projects, but I love knowing that when I need a break I have a supply of cotton yarn and a stack of patterns to match with a surprising number of people who like them.