Archive | May 2013

My Glorified Penpal

A penpal.  That is what my husband has turned into.  A glorified penpal.  You don’t know when they will get your message or when you will get one back…sailor mail is akin snail mail…  Most of my emails are filled with Gwen’s antics or stories about my horse.  We are supposed to keep all bad news out of our emails — to keep morale up — so I find the best way to do this is to talk about the animals!

What I really wish I could send are photos since a picture says a thousand words…

Sleepy head all curled up on my nice new pillows!

Or better yet…getting comfy, Corgi style:

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Conked out Corgi!

Gwen and I were fortunate enough to be able to go visit my parents for the long weekend.  I slept on an air mattress and Gwen slept wherever she felt like it — mainly in or under my parents’ bed.  She also likes getting into the house plants…meaning pulling leaves off, dragging dirt out, and in one instance getting on top of the coffee table and dragged the moss and dirt out of the pot…  She is such a little pest!

Dayzee & Gwen in their patriotic “scarves”

Gwen played with her Auntie Dayzee all weekend and also went for walks on the beach every morning, needless to say she was one tired Corgi when we headed home earlier today!  While we were riding on the ferry I snapped a couple pictures of my conked out corgi.  🙂

Someone was so tired that they curled up into a ball…I didn’t know that Corgis could scrunch up that small!  After a little while she ended up sprawled out on the floor where she rode the whole way home.  She really makes a good travel buddy. 🙂

 

We got da Bluez

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Gwen and I have both been a little blue lately.  Andrew left on his first deployment with the “big Navy” not long ago.  I can’t say any specifics but I can say that this is a lot shorter than he would normally be out.  I suppose this is supposed to be a good thing, like being able to dip your toe in the water to test is before you dive on in…not that there is much choice in the matter.  What the Big Navy says, goes.

I took Andrew to the airport since he had to meet his boat elsewhere and just dropping him off there was easier than it had been when he left on his NROTC Midshipman cruises when we were still in college.  At least then I was able to go home and be with my parents and go to work.  Here, now, I’m not working, I don’t have any friends yet, and I’m not living with my parents.  The days leading up to his departure were not fun at all.  I can only hope it gets easier (doubt it though).

What does it feel like for him to be gone?  Painfully lonely and sad.  The only communication that we get is via email and even then it is not often at all.  For them to receive email on the sub, they have to surface and the messages for the whole boat as well as the communications and other official whatnot all get received and put through a “pipeline.” From what I understand, it is like using dial-up while trying to put a bunch of stuff through it while at the same time sharing with a bunch of people…slow and difficult.  So it is a real treat to receive an email from them, so far I have received two little emails. 🙂

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After my husband left, Gwen was at first a little sad like she was when he was doing his training back in South Carolina but after being a little mopey she returned to normal.  I think she was figuring he would be back in the morning like usual.  When he was packing all his stuff she was following me around since I have always been the one to leave to go see family.  She didn’t understand.  The next day she slept in the chair that she and him both like to sit in…it is “her” chair since “her” blankie is on it…she didn’t want to move anywhere and the next couple of days she spent long hours laying in that chair or looking out the window.

I tried to keep her busy, giving her toys with treats inside, throwing the ball, tying her outside so she could dig holes in the yard, and going on as many car rides as she wanted.  We even went to Petco and picked out some new treats the other day!  I like to think that Gwen enjoyed that. 🙂

Gwennie has been a big help keeping me from being too lonely.  When I get sad or lonely she knows.  A Corgi can’t dry your tears but she can lick them away, clean your ears, and cheer you up!  If I’m feeling down she will bring me her Kong and will lick my ears until I laugh and play with her.  This little dog is going to be my saving grace. ❤

Dear Charleston…

Ravenel Bridge, Charleston, SC

Dear Charleston,

Thank you for teaching me how to drive like a maniac drive in the city traffic.  Seattle drivers and traffic have nothing on you.

Just this afternoon while I was driving my husband to the airport, we saw a whole mess of traffic that I knew I would be driving into the midst of on my way home.  A little less than a year ago and this thought would have scared the bgeezus out of me, but not anymore!  I have faced the Devil himself when it comes to driving with the crazies!

Well, maybe that is an exaggeration, but close enough since you, The Holy City, have some of the worst drivers I have ever seen.  I may come from a little town, on a little island, in a large state that has some very strict cops, but I do know crazy when I see it.  Yes, there was some culture shock when I traveled to the South and found out that the rules of the road are quite different than in the hoity toity Pacific North West, but that was quickly overcome for the need of survival!  Survival of the fittest, indeed!

But I digress.  Charleston, I would like to thank you for teaching me to be a more gutsy driver when it comes to multiple lanes of traffic, for teaching me it is okay to use my horn on people if they have not moved after three seconds at a green light, and for letting me know that my car can indeed fit in that space if I will it!

Only today in the midst of a huge cluster of traffic did I say (whilst using my bluetooth handsfree device!), “I don’t have any room [to get over into the other lane]!”  When my darling husband replied, “Then you have learned nothing in Charleston!”  Upon hearing this I promptly urged my huge metal beast (my little truck) into the gap in the traffic next to me.  I received no less than one honk!  Upon successfully merging into the moving lane of traffic and receiving what I assume was an indignant or irate honk, I gave myself a congratulatory pat on the back and went back to navigating my metal steed through very heavy traffic.

Once again, dearest Charleston, I thank thee for teaching me the city ways.  I hope to once again grace your streets with my fast car and tiny truck, but for now I must stay here in this place devoid of any nasty disgusting horrifying Palmetto bugs which you seem so abundantly endowed with, for a place that has trees so thick, tall and green that they choke out all radio station signals.

My fondest regards,

Me, the new and “improved” driver

 

 

 

 

 

NOTE:  I mean no offense to my Chucktown friends, I am sure that they drive like normal people.  I mean all the other crazy people out there are the bad drivers!

Happy Mudder’s Day!

Today is Mudder’s Day!  My momma sez I am supposed to say “Mother’s,”  pronounced “Muh-th-erz,” but I’m just a little corgikins and that is too hard to say!  Oh yeah, this post is brought to you today by ME, Gwen!  My momma found an article thingy the other day and I think I am going to share it with you.  You should really read it! 😉  Click HERE to read this pawsome thing about pet parents on mudder’s day!  They should get presents, like baconz and chew toys, on Mudder’s Day too!  I think I’ll give my momma an antler, she’ll like that, right??

So for all those Mudder’s and Grand-Mudder’s out there…

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

Love,

Gwyndolyn Rose

 

Spoiled Rotten

It is strange to think that I have not posted anything in about a week since I had been posting almost everyday during the month of April for the A-to-Z Challenge.  Honestly, I needed to take a break even though there were so many things that I could have been writing about!  Though the Challenge was fun it was also somewhat stressful trying to get things written and posted during the proper day, it was like having to submit homework assignments again!

We got up here to WA on about the 26th, got our keys and then headed to my parents house where we spent a couple days.  Before we headed to our new house, we left Gwen with my parents where she got to spend a whole week being spoiled!  She got to go to the beach everyday, sleep in the human bed with my parents, sleep in their room, stick her head into coffee cups, lick plates (I am assuming since Dayzee does it), get a “cookie ball” every night, ride in the truck, and bark at things that went by their big windows.  Undoubtably she got spoiled!

Gwen at the beach with my dad on his morning walk.

Gwen was left with my parents since we figured it would be less stressful for her there and it would also keep her from being underfoot while we unpacked all of our stuff and got the house cleaned up.  By the time we got Gwen back we had most of the house unpacked and cleaned, but not quite all of it.  We did end up buying some new furniture for our living room which we had to haul and get it inside and set up on our own…Gwen was forced to stay in her crate for that whole ordeal.  She did take quite nicely to the new furniture, though.

Gwen has taken a liking to this arm chair. Even has her own blankie on it — just don’t tell her that it is really to keep the new stuff clean, she just thinks it’s to make her feel special.

We received all of our household goods (furniture, clothes, etc.) on the 30th and have been working pretty hard at turning this house into our home.  Andrew even mowed the lawn for the first time yesterday.  It looks so much better too!  The back yard still needs to be done…It’s like a jungle out there!  We are trying to do the dog blanket on the couch thing (again), you know where if there is a blanket then you, the dog, can sit on the couch if not then you, the dog, get thrown off.  Gwen hates this but is being a little more cooperative than she was in Charleston.  It might be because there are so many places to sit now!  She also has her nice big doggie bed by the window which she likes.  She also likes sitting on the back of the chair to look out the window.

Owen’s Cinco de Mayo picture…

This past Saturday Andrew and I went back to the Island to go with my parents to bring Owen, my horse, out here.  We went over early, walked onto the ferry, and my dad picked us up on the other side.  We went to our storage locker, picked some stuff up, stopped by my parents house to see the dogs and then went to start getting Owen ready to travel.  I started off by lunging him (basically letting him run around for a few min) to get some excess energy out.  Then we went for a walk to the mailbox and back to cool off, when we got back he got a good brushing before I was to wrap up his little leggies for the trip in the trailer.  Owen is normally a good boy, nothing fazes him, he rarely acts up.  Not sure what got his knickers in a knot but he was beyond obnoxious!  The lady that has been taking care of him said “he knows something is up!”  That may have been true but I have never known him to act so stupid before I moved him or took him to a show, and especially not when I tried to put him in cross-ties (a way to tie the horse up in the middle of the aisle so you can still move around them).  He threw a fit, wouldn’t stand still, and wouldn’t let me wrap his legs.  It took F-O-R-E-V-E-R to get his leg wraps on because he kept fidgeting and picking up his feet.  He even stepped on Andrew!  Once we got everything packed into the trailer and Owen secured in his spot in the trailer, he was perfectly fine.  Figures,right?

My mom, dad, Dayzee, Gwen, Andrew and I were all packed into the truck on the ferry when my mom decided it was lunch time.  I got my sandwich and ate it while Dayzee drooled all over me, so being the good “sister” that I am, she got to eat my crusts.  My mom handed a sandwich to Andrew, who just so happened to have the Corgi on his lap…Gwen jumped up and latched onto that “ham samich” so quick and held on, refusing to let go!!!  Andrew had to pry her mouth open to rescue his lunch!  He handed it back to my mom until I was done so I could hold the sandwich thief so he could eat in peace!  I wish I could’ve gotten a picture or a video of that because it was priceless!

Gwen and Dayzee sat in the house while my parents helped us for a few hours set up our new house and clean.  At one point I tied Gwen’s leash to Dayzee to keep her from wandering out the door when we were going in and out.  That worked for awhile until Dayzee (she weighs around 90 lbs.) got up and walked away…Gwen had been sitting down and she ended up being slid dragged across the floor on her rear.  Dayzee didn’t care at all of course but poor Gwen looked so confused!  (Not to worry, we rescued her.)

My parents took Gwen home with them for a few more days of spoiling before she was returned to us.  When we did get her back she stunk to high heaven so I took her to PetCo to get a bath.  Now she smells better.  The downside to having legs that are only 6 inches long is that you pick up all those nasty smells on the beach and outside.

On the ferry ride back to the Island, Gwen was zonked out in the front seat with my mom holding her…

 

 

 

Z is for Zap!

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Gwen checking to see if my mom’s coffee cup was empty or not.

Yes, I do realize that the challenge ended yesterday but I didn’t get a chance to do my post. All of our household goods (furniture, dishes, etc.) were being delivered to us and afterwards we had to go shopping for some cleaning supplies and food — never did get that food shopping done. We explored the area a little, found both of the stores that I could potentially work at (was allowed to see them both before I started the transfer process). Hardly any of our boxes got unpacked last night except for the bathroom stuff and some clothes. We were on a mad search for the iron (so Andrew could iron his uniform) and sheets last night since we didn’t get to unpacking until about 8pm after everything else. Guess what today entails? Unpacking!

Anyways, enough about that for now. Here is the Letter Z:

We are considering a couple options for Gwen backyard containment. There is of course the more preferable option of fencing in the whole yard (it is only partially fenced) or going the Invisible Fence route. Both my parents and my cousins use this method with their dogs and don’t have any problems (minus when the line got cut) with it. We still want to put in a little dog run so she can stay out if we aren’t home — the electric fence would be for when we are home but not outside with her.

The other reason Z is for Zap is because I am thiiiiis close to investing in a bark collar for little miss barks a lot… Gwen’s barking and overall behavior has fluctuated a lot in the past couple of weeks with all this moving around and change. Honestly, I don’t blame her. She’s not allowed to bark inside but has taken it upon herself to modify this rule. “Allowed” is a relative with a corgi…they kind of think they can do whatever they want even when they know better. When your dog has as loud of a bark as Gwen — it carries and is forceful, excellent for herding cows — you don’t want it to bark indoors if you want to hear the tv, carry on a conversation, or in general keep your hearing.

My mom commented on Gwen’s barking the other day, “you need to do something about this barking thing.” To which I responded I know.

If we do go the bark collar route for indoors (she can bark outside if she wants) I am debating the citronella one versus the shock collar one. Citronella sprays them in the face and the other is self explanatory. We know from prior experiences that Gwen does not like to be sprayed in the face, it just pisses her off so that may or may not make matters worse, don’t know.

We do know Gwen will bark when she is trying to communicate something (apart from “a leaf fell! A leaf fell!”) like having to go outside or when there is no water left in the bowl, so I’m not sure I want to completely kill the bark…plus I like having a dog that barks at people in the yard or at the door, makes me feel safer knowing she’s on the look out! We will try the spray bottle corrections again before we go the expensive collar route.

De barking is not even a considerable option — it’s inhumane and cruel. I’ve herd of it being done to corgis and Shelties but I won’t even consider it. There are so many bad things that can happen with that too, but more on that some other time. Time to go buy some donuts for breakfast!