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Sorry to have posted absolutely nothing in a very long while. My chronic fatigue is out of hand. Those of you who don’t have it just can’t imagine. Often it is a challenge just to get a shower. Sounds crazy I know. But it’s true. If  I have to go somewhere by the time I get a shower and get dressed and put make-up on I am almost too tired to go! Since rescuing this Jack Russell I have been drinking about two cups of coffee and it only makes a small dent in my energy levels. Oftentimes it just makes me jittery. I am supposed to take a Valuim at night so I can relax but that leaves me even more drowsy the next day. I tried cutting it down to a half and that’s okish.

Of course winter makes all of this so much worse. I love to sit in the sun and bake. It makes me feel so much better! I feel like a toy whose batteries are being re-charged. I know we aren’t supposed to “bake” ourselves in the sun anymore. Don’t worry I can’t really stay in it that long at one time. I get too hot. The dogs and I go in and out of the house all day long once it’s nice enough to actually sit out for any length of time.

In the midst of my winter doom I have finally learned to knit!!!! I mean like really knit! Something other than a scarf. Here is a hat that I finished a few weeks ago.



I am now working on a sock. Yes a real sock! It might not be wearable but it will be a start. I could not be more thrilled. Pics of that later.

And yes Buster the Jack Russell is not the appropriate dog for someone with Fibromyalgia/Chronic Fatigue but sometimes things come into your life and you just have to deal with it. Inspite of him being the completely wrong type of dog for us and our lifestyle we love him to bits! It is draining even more of the little energy that I have and stealing any of the extra sleep that I am used to getting. It has provided more play for our dogs while at the same time caused them more aggravation. It’s really like having a wild, deranged goat around. A very entertaining, sweet, loving, cute but wild, deranged goat.

He loves our other two dogs so very much and is so happy to be part of the pack. Whenever I put food out he won’t eat until they come to eat. He will run to get them as if to say “come on guys! mom put our food out!” He runs to get them to go outside if they aren’t already there beside him. He is beside himself with joy if one of them lets him snuggle with them in bed at night.

So I have been very busy doing nothing, knitting and trying to entertain Buster. Hopefully I can post more pics soon and if you are a knitter I have a great book to recommend. Well actually any book by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee.  Even if you are not a knitter I think you would enjoy her book Free-Range Knitter. She is hysterical! You might actually want to take up knitting after reading her book if you don’t already know how.

Hope you all stay well and have a great day!

Ice, Ice Baby

This is what it looked like here in upper South Carolina, on Tuesday, February 17, 2015.






Five o’clock was the time it was supposed to start but it decided to come early. So it started at two o’clock and continued through the night. There was a lot more on the ground during the night at about three o’clock.

When the dogs first went out they didn’t know what to think. Being the brave souls that they are they jumped right on it and went about their business. Then set to running around in it. I think realizing that they can go back into a warm house and bed makes it ok to let go and frolic in it.

Most of is gone now but they are calling for thunder snow today which I understand can produce a lot of snow in a short amount of time. The eastern sky seems to clearing up though so I don’t think it’s going to happen.

Stay warm and be happy!

Part Of The Pack, Part Of Our Hearts

Buster belongs to us now. We can’t imagine giving him up. Well ok sometimes I do imagine it. Just for a minute. While he is jumping up and down and up and down in front of me. When he is racing through our small house threatening to knock over lamps. Whenever we come home and find that we stupidly left a glass sitting out and now the contents are all over the carpet. Along with a cigarette butt ( not mine) meaning he hate the other half! And a spoon, a wet napkin and my husband’s reading glasses.

I think of it when he chases the cat up onto the washing machine and I see the look of hate in her eyes. Actually they aren’t doing that bad together most of the time.

I think about it when I wake up in the middle of a dog tiff in the middle of the bed with all three! Or when he won’t stop his yappy, very loud bark to ask the other two to please play with him. Or when he makes them mad by constantly nipping at them and bumping them to play.

I especially think about it whenever he wakes us up at eight-thirty and we are used to getting up at maybe eleven o’clock. And he doesn’t just get up. He starts jumping and running and playing! And he wants us to do those things also. The other two dogs don’t want to do that anymore than I do. Often times I have laid in the bed with him beside me while I dangle a chew toy rope for him to play with. All the while my eyes are shut. It buys me a few minutes. Once in a while he will lay there and chew his Nyla bone and then fall back to sleep from boredom. Not often though.


Then there are the times that he melts my heart. Laying in bed at night with him all snuggled up next to me like a newborn baby. He wants me to rub his little tummy. He looks at me with those big funny eyes. And gives me big, sloppy, happy kisses.

I love to see him running like a lightening bolt around the yard chasing one of the other two dogs in exuberant play that they haven’t engaged in for many years. He mostly does this with Darla. She loves it. She will come up to me laughing as if to say, “I’m having so much fun mommy!”

I love the tender little moments when he is so happy to be part of the pack like when one of them lets him snuggle up to them in bed. Or if he has a bad dream and one of them checks on him. Often when they are playing and he gets reprimanded by one dog, the other dog will jump to his aid.

Last night I saw him bring Luna’s favorite, purple ball to her, lay it down beside her and then touch her paw with his as if to say, “let’s play.” It just melted my heart.

It amazes me how fast he learns new things. How to sit and shake. Especially for a morning treat when he does not really need to pee. How to lick the number one dogs ears because number two does it. How to get the food out of his food puzzle toy. He learned to play Frisbee and the other two never have.

It is really like having a lovable, adorable, jumping, bumping, bouncing, running Tigger! Winnie The Pooh would be more our speed but oh well we will manage. Or loose our minds eventually.

Dogs-1 A rare moment of stillness. They are looking at the woodpecker on the tree. Buster a.k.a  The Flash, Lightening Bolt, Tigger, Speedy González, Yappy, Crazy Dog, Little Man is the one in the middle.


Woodpecker Morning





Mr.-Owl-for-blog  Mr. Owl

Loved Mr. Busy Pants!

Boy oh boy is this dog giving me a run for my money! I feel as if I have a set of newborn twins, a set toddler triplets and a set of quadruplet teenagers! He wakes up all re-wound and ready to go at the speed of light whereas my dogs and I wake up late and slow.

One person has finally called to see if it was there dog and it wasn’t. I can not believe how many missing dogs there are. It is astounding and very sad. I know a lot of them are being stolen from yards and even from cars when they are left in parking lots. I hate to see a dog left in a car while an owner is inside shopping. They are not happy like that and it is too dangerous. It takes nothing to break a car window and steal a dog.

I am trying to find any way that I can to entertain this little booger as I can’t walk as much as he would need. So I have put food into a box with holes in it and food into empty, slightly squashed soda bottles and a stuffed toy. Right now they are all entertained. He is getting my dogs to run and play more in the backyard which is a great thing. But they just are not used to his level of energy. And neither am I! But he is so precious. His little peanut head and bug eyes. So adorable.

Rocks 1


The Energizer Bunny Is At My House!

little-dog It’s difficult to get a good photo of him as he is hardly ever still!


A few nights ago I had laid down for an early evening nap when I heard a desperate barking coming from a block over at the walking trail/park that is near my house. I knew it wasn’t the normal dog playing or being walked in the park bark. And my dogs knew it too and were at the window barking back. I went out the front door and could see in the distance a dog running back and forth in an area by the road in a way that told me something wasn’t right.

So I got all dressed up to go out into the cold as we are having a terrible cold snap here in the south! I drove over to the park and found a young man who had pulled into the entrance and was staring at this cute little dog who was running around and back and forth like crazy. I asked the young man if it was his dog and was he trying to catch it and he said no. He told me he had almost run over it so he stopped to see why it would be there on it’s own. What a wonderful, thoughtful young man!

This little tiny dog seemed so vicious as we tried to talk to it and figure out what was going on. I opened all of my car doors to try to get it inside for warmth but he kept wanting to get into our trunks. Isn’t that an odd behavior for a dog? Finally after we had been out there freezing for about 45 minutes the dog got in my car and closed all of the doors. The young man took a picture of him and posted him on Craigslist and Facebook and then I drove through all of the neighborhoods surrounding the park looking for anyone who might be looking for him. Needles to say I didn’t find anyone looking for him.

My husband and I think someone purposely dumped the poor little fellow there. The entrance to the park goes down into a cul-de-sac, so we think they drove down, put him out and when he ran around playing they drove off and left him there! Then he realized it and ran up to the entrance and began looking for them and racing back and forth confused and scared to death!


Can you just imagine how he must have felt? It was cold and dark. He had no idea what happened to his people! They couldn’t have been very good people to start with if they would do something so wretched as that. If this is what happened to him I hope it weighs on their heart and keeps them awake every night for ever. I hope they can’t eat or enjoy leisure time. I hope the little dogs cries ring out in their heads day and night.

I know the little booger is a handful! Oh boy do I know that !!!  But that is not the way to handle the situation. He didn’t ask to be a Christmas present. You picked him. When you pick an animal you are devoting your life to being a good and loving parent for the rest of that animals life.

My house is small and I already have two dogs who are grumpy and scared and not the most social around other dogs. And a cat who is the scardiest cat you will ever meet.  But I am taking care of this precious little dog. Is it easy? No. But with no one coming forth to claim him I don’t have another choice. I can’t bear the thought of him being in a crate all day at a shelter. The only good non-kill shelter  is almost impossible to get an animal into.

So for now his name is Buster. I had to let my husband name one of the animals. He seems more like a Buddy to me but oh well. As long as my husband wants to name him and play with him things are good!