I’ve always thought that Luci was a petite little dog. She just never seemed like she was as big as Goldie or Blacky. Some of it might have been because she came to live with us when she was just 8 weeks old. As she grew, it just seemed like she was this skinny little dog that was all legs. Being a dog mom, I just don’t think I realized that my baby girl was growing up.
Goldie had the big stocky build that you normally think of when you see a lab. Big blocky head. Stocky, sturdy shoulders. Luci never looked like Goldie. Luci’s head is a little smaller and her legs are longer. Or so I thought. My opinion changed the other day when I tried to put Goldie’s old harness on Luci. I had to let the harness out almost to it’s capacity to get it to fit on Luci. Oh. My. Goodness. My petite little girl isn’t quite as petite as I thought. I realize that I adjusted the harness as Goldie lost weight during the last few months she was alive. I just never realized how much weight she had lost. It was quite a surprise to learn just how stocky Luci really is.
So either I’m in complete denial about how much my baby dog has grown. Or it’s true what they say. Black is very slimming and can make you look much smaller than you really are.
Hubby and I are the biggest reality TV geeks I know. You name it and we watch it. Dancing with the Stars. American Idol. Big Brother. Survivor. That silly Gilligan’s Island show a couple of years ago. Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? The singing shows. So You Think You Can Dance. Trick My Truck. Pinks. Yea, we watch ’em all.
Of all the shows we watch, you’d think we would have watched an episode or two of Nashville Star. Nope. Not one single episode. Hubby and I like Country Music, but for some reason we’ve never watched Nashville Star. In case you haven’t heard of this show, it’s like American Idol for aspiring Country Singers. Just like American Idol, the winner goes on tour after the season is over along with a few of the runners up. The most recent Nashville Star tour came to my hometown this past weekend. Hubby and I have season tickets to the Country Artist Series at the local Performing Arts Center. Each season the Performing Arts Center has three Country Music Acts come to our little town and perform in the fabulous auditorium. When the tickets went on sale back in June, we had no idea what Nashville Star was or who the performers were. But we were willing to give it a chance.
Oh. My. Goodness. The show was amazing. The energy and the talent these kids had was phenomonal. The girl that won, Angela Hacker, sang a Bonnie Raitt song that sounded just as good as if Bonnie herself was up there singing it. She competed against her brother, Zac, and let me tell you it was probably a fierce competition. He sounded as good as anybody I’ve heard on Country Radio in a while. Then there were David St. Romain and Joshua Stevens. My, my, my. What a great show. Even though Hubby and I had no idea who these kids were or had heard any of their music before, we had a wonderful time. Especially watching all the young girls that obviously followed the show, knew who the performers were, and were cheering and singing along with every song.
It was sure worth the price of admission and if the Nashville Tour comes to your town, check it out. You won’t be disappointed.
I can hardly believe that it’s been 6 years since the attack on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I’ve been watching documentaries all week. Seeing the footage today is just as wrenching as it was to watch it as it happened.
Today started out gloomy and overcast. Quite fitting for a gloomy and dreary day. It stayed gloomy until about 9:30 or so. Then the sun came out and it was another beautiful fall day. Just like the weather the day of the attacks.
I was sad to hear that they added one name to the list this year. The name of someone who died of lung disease caused by the debris in the air after the buildings collapsed. I wonder how many other names will be added to this list because of the after effects.
Hard to believe it’s been six years . . .
Dare I say it? I’m afraid that if I say it out loud that I’ll jinx it . . . but I’m going to risk it.
It appears that life here has gone back to normal. Hubby is out fishing on a Saturday night and I’m watching Y&R on SoapNet with the doggies. Bowling season started a couple of weeks ago and Hubby is out of the house two nights a week and Sunday mornings. Football season has started. Hubby’s blood pressure is back under control. Mom is getting along just fine with her new hip. MIL has gotten a fairly decent clean bill of health and hasn’t developed any new health problems. I finished my 90 day probation period at work with flying colors.
Luci and Blacky are healthy. Luci breezed through her second birthday. We’re taking a shot on letting her stay out of her crate during the day while we’re at work. My MIL comes at noon to let Luci and Blacky out to go potty and play with them a little so she’s not in there all day. I feel bad about her being in the crate but I’ve always been a little leery to let her stay out of the crate because I’m afraid she’s going to either torment Blacky or chew up stuff in the house. So far so good. Keep your fingers crossed.
After the drama and the set backs of this summer, I’m sure you can understand why I’m cautiously optimistic. Tthings are improving and I’m hoping that it stays that way for a while.
Today’s is the start of a new phase of my life as a dog owner. The terrible two’s with a black lab . . . it’s Luci’s second birthday.
Everybody said that she’d start to settle down once she hit her second birthday. Or was it her third birthday? Either way, I don’t think she’s ever going to slow down. She’s still as rambunctious and active as she was when she was an 8 week old puppy. When the alarm goes off in the morning, she’s right there at the side of the bed with a toy ready to play. She’ll play fetch until she is too tired to run. She’s been pulling apples off the tree in the back yard this summer. She doesn’t eat them, she’ll just play with them for a while. When she’s done with them, she’ll give them to Blacky so he can eat them. Every night after supper, she has to go for her walk. It’s important that she visit her adoring fans (and she has quite a few). If they aren’t outside waiting for her, she’ll look at me like I need to go find them so they can love on her. She loves to play in the pool, but isn’t all that fond of getting a bath. I think it has something to do with the standing still part. She hasn’t dug any large holes in the back yard in a while. Course now that I’ve mentioned it, she’ll probably be digging a hole to China tomorrow morning.
She’s a full blooded AKC registered dog. With the big fancy schmancy name to go along with it. Took me forever to come up with something that suited her. Her registered name is "Because You Loved Me." Partly in tribute to Hubby . . . partly in tribute to Goldie. Tribute to Hubby because he was desperate to do something/anything to help me get over losing Goldie so suddenly. Tribute to Goldie because it wasn’t fair to her memory to mope through life like I was. Her "call name" is Luci Rae . . . short for Lucifer Raphael. She’s both a little devil and a little angel at the same time. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve told her that if she wasn’t so darn cute, she’d be in big trouble.
There are days when I’m sure that Luci is Goldie reincarnated. I still can’t figure out of some of the things they have in common are just normal lab traits or if it’s Goldie’s personality in Luci’s body. Goldie chewed her toenails and Luci chews her toenails. Luci will eat just about anything that she finds in the yard – just like Goldie. Goldie would wait for me at the front door every night and so will Luci. Goldie loved snow and so does Luci. Goldie didn’t like to sit still long enough for me to brush her out and neither will Luci. In the last couple of weeks, Luci has started to follow me around the house like Goldie used to. It’s spooky . . . but comforting at the same time.
Of course, we celebrated the big day with a party and a few presents. Luci got a couple of rubber chew toys shaped like little people, a chew ring that’s made out of tennis ball stuff, and another one of her favorite "squishy" balls. Oh, and some special treats for her and Blacky to share. Because you can’t give something to one of them without having something for the other.
I survived puppyhood . . . . and it went by way too fast . . .
Ten years ago today . . .
I was in the bathroom curling my hair when I heard the news.
Hubby came to the bottom of the stairs and hollered up to me. "You’ll never believe who just died." He said the name and I told him that wasn’t funny. Then I ran down the stairs to the nearest TV. It was true. Princess Diana had been killed in a car accident the night before.
I watched every bit of coverage I could find. Hubby complained for an entire week. I got up early the day of the funeral and sat in front of the TV for six straight hours. I only left the couch to go to the bathroom. Oh, and I cried the entire time. Hubby made fun of me . . . but he sat and watched parts of it with me and kept handing me tissues.
I was a huge Princess Diana fan. I remembered getting up the day of The Wedding and watching every minute of the ceremony. I read every article I could find about her. I tried the Diana haircut (it didn’t look good on me). I even bought a cheap knockoff of one of her sweaters. She was just two years older than me and she was married to a prince. Then she had those two adorable little boys. It was like a fairy tale come to life. But we all know how the fairy tale ended.
The funeral was just horribly sad. She was so young and beautiful. Her boys looked so little and sad. She was never going to see them grow up. She was never going to see William be king. Or know the joy of being a grandma. (Can you imagine Diana as a grandma?!) Those beautiful boys walked along behind the casket like little troopers. For a minute, I even felt sorry for Charles.
Since she died, I’ve stopped buying/reading the trash tabloids. I don’t watch documentaries about her anymore. I did go to the Diana exhibit when it came to the local museum last year. Being a true Diana fan, I just couldn’t resist seeing The Wedding Dress upclose and personal . . . oh, and it was just as amazing and I always thought it would be. I don’t listen to the conspiracy theory stories. I haven’t read any of the tell-all books that have been published. I want to remember her the way she was when she was alive. Besides, it’s been ten years. I think she finally deserves some peace and quiet.
I am a big fan of Harry and William. They are beautiful boys that seem to be a lot like their mother. I’m really impressed at how they’ve handled the hoopla surrounding the tenth anniversary of their mother’s death. I thought it was brilliant that they wanted to have the Concert for Diana on her birthday . . . instead of the anniversary of her death.
Even though I don’t normally watch the documentaries about Diana, I did watch a few of them today. Only because I can’t believe it’s been ten years . . .