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Just a quick post for memories.

My hound rarely whimpers but whines a LOT. It's usually because he's either (a) bored, or (b) needs to go OUT. The only time I've heard him roo (a term other greyhound owners fondly use instead of howling) has been right before I unlock the door and I hear him roo-ing his lonely little heart out. Apparently, other greyhounds roo for happy reasons. Not Taltos, to my knowledge. Just when he's sad, sad, sad.

He has this lip-flapping sigh (rather like a horse) when he settles down for a nap or if he's getting an often desired ear rub.

Sometimes he's very insistent about attention - like when my husband and I are on the computer and he'll come and shove his head into either of our laps. Generally, this means he wants to go outside NOW, not that he actually wants lovin', although he will accept it until we give in and ask "Do you want to go outside?" His response to that question is a whirl around and mad dash for the back door.

The only time he barks is at the neighbors' cats when they come in our back yard and barely make it over the fence (I really wish they'd keep better track of their cats!!!), at the squirrels in our tree, or at our friend's golden retriever when he is trying to entice the golden into play, along with full play bow, madly wagging tail and mock-snapping of the teeth.
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So, I am very fortunate in that I am able to bring my pack-dependent hound to work. Often I drop him off at our friends' house (a Golden Retriever and his person) during work hours so they can play together, then I head over and give them a lunch walk, etc. However, these pictures are from a hard day's work at the office....

The work is killing us! )

Cross-posted to [livejournal.com profile] greyhounds. ^_^
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I had a very full weekend, heh.

Thursday night, Matt had gone to the grocery store and stayed up until who knows how late making Irish stew made from beef, onion, carrots and lots of potatoes. He put carrots in it for color or else it cooks to an unappealing grey.

Friday night after work, Matt and I did more irish cooking. I made some soda bread, which was incredibly easy since I just dropped the ingredients in the Kitchen Aid and watched. Heh. Then I helped Matt with the potatoes for colcannon (mash taters with cabbage, onion and garlic). Yum! We also watched Waking Ned Divine since our War of the Buttons is only on VHS and our VCR is long, long since dead. We definitely need to get it switched to DVD. War of the Buttons is greatness.

After we ate, we adjourned to the sewing room and Matt made a haversack while I laid around and watched several episodes of Firefly to get me into the mood for shooting the following morning. Every time I watch it, I am reminded of how much I love all of those characters. Every one of them has some quality that draws me. Joss Whedon really has a way with character development and dialog.

Saturday morning we got up and headed down to Cleburne. I think we'll take 121 to 35W next time, as 35E to 67 seemed to take longer. Anyway, we got to Cleburne, signed up on a posse and did a lot of shooting. A real nice gentleman whose handle is Eli let us tag along with him and use his gun cart. We shot six stages (if you want more info, Matt wrote about it, too). One of my favorite things was the silly line you say before each stage. They all had something to do with Irish stuff, in honor of St Paddy's day. I don't even remember them all but they made me laugh. I had a lot of fun, even though the rifle bit my index finger real hard on the first stage and made me bleed, heh. Oh, yeah. I won second place in the Ladies' Traditional category. It doesn't mean all that much, though, since there were only the two of us. :P

After shooting, we drove home, showered and then headed out again to go to the shop to play some D&D. Well, there was one delay from leaving our home.

Taltos had been in his kennel the whole time we were gone (7am to about 4pm), so I let him outside as soon as we got home. First he went to the bathroom, and then he ran some crazy fast and energetic laps around the back yard. He came back to the door all breathless and happy. I let him in and headed to the living room to leash him so we could go. As soon as he saw the leash, he started doing his happy dance, when in the middle of the second or third bounce he bent down to investigate his paw. Distracted, I looked down, too.

And saw a stick between his dew claw and foot.

So I bent down to really investigate, and realized that it wasn't stuck between his toe and foot so much as puncturing the skin between the dew claw and foot. Eep! Turned out that it wasn't a stick - was a root, and it was a good two and a half inches long and a quarter inch in diameter! I called Matt to come help me, since I knew removing it would hurt the poor hound, but it needed to be done.

We coaxed him to lay down, which of course he did. While Matt held him down and was stroking him, I pulled the stick out and cleaned the puncture wound thoroughly. Taltos whimpered when I pulled the stick out, but other than his panting and accelerated heart rate, he acted like nothing was happening. Greyhounds really are excellent animals. I've cleaned the wound and bandaged it every morning and evening and it looks and smells clean, and the hole has already closed. I think he'll be ok, but I'll be taking him to the vet to double check.

Taltos just acts like the bandage is an irritant, but it hasn't slowed him down any. I watched him do his laps yesterday afternoon and he wasn't slowed down by it at all. Crazy hound.

So after that adventure, we finally got to the shop and played some D&D. I had fun at the game, but I'm with Matt on this one - no more games on Saturdays when we go shooting. We were too hurried, and worn out. Not to mention too much driving.

Sunday was much more mellow. Church, relaxing, then an early night.

In all, a good weekend, in spite of the craziness. ^_^
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The weekend fun (long-ish)... )

In other news, with more information later, we're going to Thailand this year! Whee! So! If any of my sewing friends can give me specific information on what types (weaves?) of silk fabric that are period correct for for either Victorian or Regency, I would be very, very grateful! :D
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We're back from the vet, and Junior has reduced. Taltos seems unconcerned and much the same. He stood patiently while I felt all around the swollen area. The fluid is all gone and all that remains is the solid stuff. The vet tech told me that the swelling was a *seroma.

When they drew the fluid out, they said he just stood there calmly. Greyhounds are awesome at the vets' since they're so used to being poked and prodded during their training to determine if they'll be star athletes.

Here's what the vet's notes said (I had them printed off for me):

"Taltos was jumping into the back of a hatch back and hit his back near the shoulder blades. It swelled up, then went down and then swelled up again.

"Large fluctuant mass, about 15cmx14cm, with a firm center area on the back between the shoulder blades. No other findings remainder of physical.

"Aspirated 95mls of a thin red fluid from the swelling.

"Cytology** revealed red blood cells and a few white blood cells."

They prescribed some antibiotics and told me to bring him back if it swelled up again, and that it wasn't anything to worry about. Eventually the solid stuff will reabsorb into the body. The vet tech said it was scar tissue. Over all, the hound seems unchanged and unconcerned. Although, maybe he'll be able to sleep sprawled on his back again, heh.

Since the hound is so big, they don't have a kennel for him; rather, they put him in one of their empty rooms with a blanket. I was told that they shut his door when people bring in their own pets but when all the other animals are secure, they open his door and let him watch the people. Apparently, he cries when the door is closed but will lay down calmly if it is left open. Occasionally he will walk over to the vet techs for some love, but will settle back down on his blanket after a moment.

*Pulled from the mighty Wikipedia: A seroma is a pocket of clear serous fluid that sometimes develops in the body after surgery. When small blood vessels are ruptured, blood plasma can seep out; inflammation caused by dying injured cells also contributes to the fluid.

Seromas are different from hematomas which contain red blood and from abscesses which contain pus and result from an infection.

**Cytology: I'm guessing from "cyt-" cell and "-ology" study of. So that and context means a cytology is a cell-study...?
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Wow. So things have gotten a bit lively at our residence.

First, of course, there's the Case of the Car-Killing Deer on Thanksgiving. I never heard from the insurance adjustor, although in all fairness, if he called the shop and I wasn't there, no one except me answers the phone so a message may have been misdirected. So anyway, I emailed our insurance agent (who rocks, by the way), to let him know and in half an hour he had me set up to contact Service King, who are taking care of everything else. All I had to do was drop off my poor injured Saturn and pick up a rental. All this morning. Hooray! Well, except for the deductible, which will be a big ouch. So Merry Christmas, Jay & Matt!

The next excitement started just before our little batch of snow last week. Our heater is wonky. It blows luke-warm air. So we've had this little space heater in our room and we stayed in our bedroom to stay warm. I've heard Matt refer to it as the fort.

Then, my awesome brother-in-law came over to try to fix things up before last week's freeze and discovered that our breaker box is... um... shall we say dangerous? All the switches were turned off and he still managed to spark himself. Owie. That was when he called his efforts done and brought in some of his friends to work on things for us. We got it all settled and now have a new breaker box. Well, the heater is still wonky, but we now have parts and at least the breaker box is safe now so we can turn things on and off with no fear of earning a punk hairdo without the hair spray but with all the gravity defiance you could possibly want.

Saturday was super-filled. We woke up early to take the hound over to our friend's house and then headed to Austin for our friends' Scott and Hope's wedding and reception. It was held in a very pretty, intimate Methodist chapel filled with poinsettas. Hope was beautiful, of course, and Scott very handsome in his tux. For a gift, Matt and I gave them two things. One thing that was serious, and one thing for fun: a video about building a strong marriage, and a set of paints for miniature painting, since we knew for a fact that that was a particular hobby of theirs. Best of all, Matt wrapped the gifts in an issue of the City of Heroes comic, since both of them work for NC Soft. Hehe. After the reception, we headed back up to Denton, picked up the hound and went home and directly to bed.

I've also called the vet and am to take the hound in for a check-up. He hurt his back by jumping into my Saturn before the back door was all the way up and slammed into it as he leapt. Poor hound. I felt like such a terrible person for not paying closer attention - I had been concentrating on getting the door up and his leash had slacked. Anyway, I gave him his left-over painkiller/anti-inflammatories and he seems to feel ok, but now there's this swelling lump at the place of impact. The swelling is all fluids, I can tell. My boss says it's white blood cells gathering there to protect the injury. Taltos lets me fiddle with it without complaint, so I don't think it causes him a ton of pain, although it worries me. I'm calling it Junior, and have been calling the hound Quasimodo. Luckily, neither the injury nor the swelling seem to have slowed him down any - he still runs his laps and such, but I'm concerned. So off to the vet we go tomorrow.

Voila! That is my last two weeks.
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Monday evening after work was pretty interesting. The hound caught his first cat.


Don't read if you're squeamish or judgmental about predator/prey situations. )

the hound

Jul. 6th, 2006 04:47 pm
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One of these days soon I'm going to bring up my digital camera so I can take a picture of the hound while he's sleeping. His head is propped up against the wall, his eyes are rolled back, his jaw is slack and his tongue is hanging out... He looks soooo silly!
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Lessee.... What have I been up to?

Last Thursday Taltos gave me a big scare. I was over at a friend's house when I got a call from Matt, who said that Taltos was missing - he had escaped through our open backyard gate. Which reminds me. I need to buy some combination locks for our gates, since I think it was our neighbors' children who got into our back yard. Matt and I never use the gate. Anyway, I ran home to search the neighborhood. I drove through the neighborhood carefully and slowly but no luck. So while Matt stayed at home and called Animal Control (in case they picked him up before we found him), I wandered around on foot, worried sick. I slowly walked back home only to be met halfway by Matt who told me the hound had returned home, none the worse for wear. Whew!

Saturday was a lot of fun. That morning (early!) Matt and I drove out to Pilot Point to some slaughter house to pick up some suet. Matt needs it to make puddings or some such. Oh yeah. When I say "some" suet, it's like 10 lbs!!

After that, we headed to the Dallas Museum of Art to go to the Mayan exhibit with my family. Missed Chris, Mary, and Aaron since they didn't come. Sioux and Dave didn't come to the museum but showed up for the later stuff. The exhibit was very interesting. Not as much eye candy as the Chinese exhibit last year, but very interesting none the less. I didn't know, but the Mayans used cacao beans as currency. Smart people. Mmm. Chocolate. One of their feast beverages was warmed water with chocolate, chile, honey, and some sap that was a frothing agent. Mmm. My favorite piece of art on exhibit was a ceramic pot that had a god, depicted as an old man, riding a peccary. Heh. Oh and the frog in the bowl sculpture. That one made me laugh.

I renewed my membership, too, since some of the exhibits later this year will certainly be worth visiting as well. Upcoming are the art of Louis Comfort Tiffany starting in June with more than 120 of his pieces, and then a Van Gogh exhibit with about fifty of his works in late October. Both really sounded interesting! And I only have to go three times to make up the membership expense, plus it's tax deductible. ^_~

After the museum, we headed over to Ian & Nikki's new place. Wow, what a beautiful home they're making! And I finally got to see Taltos play with a dog that understood Taltos's play-speak. Ian & Nikki have a boxer named Bart and the two dogs had a blast chasing each other around the back yard, heh. It was fun watching them. I wished there was a bigger play area just to see how fast and far they could go.

While there, I also played with Kyrie (of course). I gave her Matt's jedi robe muslin test-run that was way too small for Matt. I trimmed down the sleeves and bottom hem, which she'll re-hem using her new sewing machine. Then we pretended to be rulers of a small country. I can't recall if we named the country, though. Anyway, we carefully planned an assault of the DMA to capture our enemy country's leader, who was of course hiding in the DMA's restaurant. The DMA, as you must know, was merely a front for our enemy's nefarious activities. We had a detailed blue-print of the building, which facilitated our attack (ie the program guide had the building layout ^_~). Princess Kyrieann led the assault, while I, being queen and more recognizable, stayed back and monitored the assault from our headquarters on the stairs.

Matt did some sewing recently and figured out how to make flat caps. He did that and a sash for his italian outfit. I wonder if we'll need another sewing machine soon....

Usually during my lunch break I head over to [livejournal.com profile] finari and [livejournal.com profile] narkeys's house to eat and to take our dogs out for a walk. Yesterday was no exception, but I also got to meet another greyhound on our walk. This hound was a good inch and a half taller than my own, and I thought Taltos was tall! Taltos has more muscle definition thanks to his foster-dad and his race training. Taltos's foster-dad used to walk him a good seven miles a day. Their boy had never raced before, as they rescued him when he was six months old. He was such a sweety, of course. Fawn brindle with a lot more fawn than black, and soft, soft fur. He gave me nose kisses, too. What a cutie!

Last night I dreamt of a greyhound, too. There was mass civil chaos (a disaster? I don't know) and for some reason I was taking an El into Dallas, when I found a greyhound puppy on the floor by my feet in a plastic bag. Yes. But this is a dream, so of course it makes no sense. :P I scooped it up and unwrapped it and took it home with me. It turned out that I wasn't sure whether not it was an actual greyhound or a lurcher, but I wanted to keep it none the less. So maybe I need to get Taltos a brother. ^_~

Oh, yeah. I was quite disappointed by the costumes from War and Peace. The cover gave me such hope, too. The story was ok, since I haven't read the book, but the costumes were all wrong. ;_; The waists were just under the ribcage, instead of the imperial style under the breasts as it should have been. I think I need to start a search for decent (they don't have to be spectacular) films that have good, fairly accurate costumes set in the Napoleonic era... Oh, yeah. With women in the film, too, since I already have all the Horatio Hornblower (with Ioan Gruffudd) and Sharpe's (with Sean Bean). :P

Oh! I just found out via IMDB that there's going to be another Sharpe's movie! Whee!

Tonight, sewing with [livejournal.com profile] finari!
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After a stressful work week and the knowledge of more to come this week, I had an amazingly good weekend, although it was primarily just me and Matt hanging out.

Saturday Matt woke up early for some SWG to help our co-worker/friend Kevin and I slept in 'til about nine. I then lazily got up, walked the dog, and vegged before jumping on SWG for a bit myself. At about 1pm, we headed out to the farm for a general status check. The lawnmower's battery was dead again. The monkeys (our twin nephews Sammy and Danny) killed it. They left the key turned "on" while they were playing on it. Although I thought to chase them off it when I saw them, I neglected to check the position of the key, which of course burned out the battery.

Since the post office was closed, we couldn't pick up the mail. It was our fault for the late start, but neither of us were too concerned. We decided that we'd head out Sunday evening and just stay the night and pick up the mail on Monday morning when the post office opened.

So Sunday morning, we went to church. Then, while Matt took care of other duties, I went and told my pop happy Father's Day, gave him his present, and hung out for a while chatting with Mom while Dad napped. Heh. One very productive thing came out of the visit, though. Mom shared her house organizational list thingy, which I am going to copy this week before I return it to her. I needed the pointers on getting my house organized and Mom's list was very practical and looked like a really good place to start. Hm. I'm going to need more shelves.

After I finished up at Mom and Dad's, I went back home and we packed up our stuff (plus some laundry since our dryer has finally had the schnitzel) and our dog and headed out to the farm. When we got there, I took Taltos on a walk. He loved it, and was sniffing around eagerly, prancing, ears up and tail flying. All of a sudden, he boinged! straight up, and a cottontail went dashing out of the tall grass. He lunged after it, but I was expecting something of the sort and already had a good hold on his leash.

But, oh, he wanted that bunny!

Once we got settled in, we discovered to our dismay that while the air conditioner did blow air, it did not blow cold air. Heh. So we set up the fan in the living room window, which almost immediately made a difference in the room temperature, and watched the first disk of The Stand. Later we moved the fan to the bedroom window and slept.

It was a cool night, around 70ish degrees, so we slept well, got up early (for us), headed to the post office and picked up his mother's mail, and headed in to work.

I think I'm ready for this week. We'll see. ^_~


May. 9th, 2005 12:29 pm
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I had a good time at Anne's game on Friday. I think we're finally getting close to solving the mystery. I suck at mysteries, heh, but [livejournal.com profile] finari was sure on a roll! I'm logging my notes on my husband's site, as well as our LJ community. My goal is to get all my notes up before the next game, although my notes will be only from my character's point of view, so a lot of things will be missing.

Saturday I was at the Faire again, this time just with Kev and Sarah and we went in our normal clothes. I got some small trinkets for Mir, and a little necklace for Mom. Kev and Sarah got lots of garb, Sarah winning the garb-envy award again by picking up Pendragon's french court dress in burgundy and gold.

Yesterday being Mothers' Day, of course I went to my parents' house. Mom called and asked me to stop by Kid's place to see if he needed a ride, so I did. Unfortunately, Aaron was feeling sick and was passed out sleeping, so I just let him sleep. I'm very conscious about not wanting to expose Dad to any kind of illness (not that he won't get exposed as a public school teacher. Hm. Oh, well). Anyway, at Mom and Dad's, it was awesome seeing [livejournal.com profile] annawick and Dave and Lex, and my brother Ian showed up, too, though his wife was in Oklahoma with her own mom. My sibs are cool. I like their spouses, too! I know I've said that before, but I stand by it. ^_~

I dropped the pooch off at the vet this morning so he could get his teeth thoroughly cleaned. They're gonna knock him out. They warned me that when I pick him up this afternoon, he may be kind of groggy and want to sleep, and I couldn't help but think when is my dog not sleepy, aside from his walk time?

I had such guilt yesterday, since the vet told me to take away all his food and water after 8pm. Poor dog kept going back to his water bowl and licking the bowl even though it was dry. I also had to close the bathroom door, because he remembered water was in there, too.

He hates getting weighed, heh. Dunno why, but he is scared to death to step on that black pad. Ah, well. He clocked in at 98.7 lbs. Wonder if I should worry about his food intake? Is there such a thing as a fat greyhound? He doesn't look fat, that's for sure...
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While Taltos and I were taking Greyhound Dog Skills 101 taught by Mary Waugh at Wags to Whiskers in Plano, we met a little greyhound named Maya and her people.

The two dogs have almost identical markings and coloring: dark brindle, with white tuxedo markings and a bit of white on the tip of their tail. Maya has a white spot on her nose that Taltos lacks. The truly amusing and remarkable thing is that Maya is on the small end of the Greyhound breed at 55 pounds (she may have actually gained some weight up to 57 pounds), where as Taltos is on the extreme large end of the Greyhound breed at 96 pounds and 32 inches at the shoulder.

Here's a picture that Leigh, Maya's person, took of our two dogs together on the last day of class:

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I saw a redtailed hawk this morning as I was walking Taltos. I had seen left-overs from some predator the past week or so - the fur and hind legs & tail of a rat that had been the predator's lunch. Well, this morning, as we stepped into the small field, I noticed all the birds in the back corner trees were fussing quite loudly, then I saw the swoop of the hawk as it flew from the trees to the electrical pole. It was gorgeous.

We walked over to the back trees to investigate - well, Taltos dearly wanted to investigate, heh, and I saw why about one foot from Taltos's nose. A half-eaten, unidentifiable critter. Whoops! I yanked pooch away from it just before his stretched jaws reached it. He was so sad, hehe. The hawk stayed perched on the pole, ignoring the dive-bombing grackles as it cleaned its wing feathers and waited for us to leave.

Pooch is sleeping next to my desk as I type. I'm glad I can bring him in to work with me. My daily schedule with Taltos is...

7:30am Wake up
8:00am Go on our walk
8:30am Go to work
9:00am to 2pm or 3pm Work through lunch
I take my lunch break when Taltos gets restless and take him home, where I kennel him usually with my computer playing some very mellow classical music.
3pm or 4pm go back to work
6:00pm go home
6:30pm walk the pooch again

He's definitely my dog now. When Matt went to China, he became my shadow and hasn't let up yet. He likes Matt, too, especially now that they have settled the alpha thing again, but if Matt's in one room doing something and I'm in the other room napping, he's in the room with me napping, too. On one hand, it's neat that he's my dog, but on the other, I'm not so happy about it. Our last dog was "my" dog, too, which meant I was responsible for walking him, setting up vet visits, cleaning up after him, etc., and that's what's happening here, too. Matt will walk him, but I have to request it. Ah, well...

I had a good weekend. Lots of gaming going on up at the shop Friday evening, heh. Our group was in the conference room, and the other group was in the break room. Mmm. I think I have some ice cream left in the break room fridge.... I think I'll have that for lunch today!

Saturday I went to the Dallas Museum of Art's Splendors of China's Forbidden City Exhibit with [livejournal.com profile] finari and my mother-in-law. It was an awesome exhibit, and I'm planning to go back probably twice, heh. Once with Matt (so far unscheduled), and I've already scheduled March 26 to go with my ma. Saturday evening was more D&D, which was fun once I got there. This game is more like a social obligation - one of those that you are neutral about going but have fun once there. So anyway, it was fun.

I still want to play Star Wars, though!

Next weekend I'm going to Goliad and the Alamo with [livejournal.com profile] thewolfhound and [livejournal.com profile] finari. I'm really looking forward to it, although we'll be missing Irish Festival (Sorry yall!). I've set up boarding for Taltos at a kennel in Carrollton. I'm going to swing by there later this week to check it out, but I got a really good reference for the place from one of the other greyhound owners at training class, so I'm pretty confident I'll like it. I'll just be sad to leave the pooch.

I've been battling a cold for a few weeks now. For the most part I'm better, but I'm still hacking up flegm (ick!) and feeling that sore throat every morning. Mir, my boss and an RN, is pretty sure it's a viral infection, so anti-biotics probably wouldn't even fix me. So I'm thinking that I'll increase my water intake again, as well as my vitamin C. I've also added zinc and echinacea supplements, and I'm going to start aiming for nine to ten hours of sleep every night. I will beat this!


Feb. 7th, 2005 10:16 am
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Hm. It's been a little while since my last update. I guess that's because nothing unusual or exciting has happened. That's a good thing, but it does make for really boring updates. ^_~

Lessee.... update.... I go to dog class every Tuesday. We game every Wednesday, playing the WoW RPG and VtR alternating weeks. I go to [livejournal.com profile] finari's house every Thursday, we take a long meandering walk with Taltos (and with Duke, too, from now on!), and then either play WoW, watch a movie or just hang out. Fridays we either game or just hang out, Saturdays we game or hang out or go to the farm. Sundays are church and hanging out.

Although, this weekend was slightly different. Friday after work, I went to the park with [livejournal.com profile] finari and [livejournal.com profile] narkeys to meet their prospective, and now official, golden retriever. We had a nice visit with the foster-mom, and an amusing time watching our two dogs have a pee contest over some poor unfortunate tree.

I also had to re-establish dominance with my pooch, since he found a dead bird he wanted to keep. When I took it from him, he growled at me, so I flipped him (a fairly acrobatic feat on my part, seeing that Taltos is 97 lbs of all muscle, and I'm 130 lbs of not muscle, heh) and pinned him to the ground and held him there till he stopped his growling. Later that same evening, he growled at Matt and received similar treatment, albeit a bit rougher since Matt can muscle the pooch rather than aikido him. Poor dog. I think he's used to being the top dog from his kennel days, as he is so much larger than other greyhounds, and he's most certainly omega in our family.

After the park visit, I headed on over to [livejournal.com profile] annawick's place. We had a fun time visiting, eating sushi (mmmmmmmm sushi!), admiring Lex, and watching a movie. Heh. At Sushi Zone, our waitress did a bit of a double take and asked us if we were twins. Although in all fairness, we both had our hair down and were wearing our glasses. ^_^ I spent the night there and left in the morning.

Saturday was gaming at Glen's, then Sunday church, of course, and dinner and much visiting at the parents'.

Sick, too

Nov. 17th, 2004 04:58 pm
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My pup woke me up this morning at around 7am like he always does these days. Usually, I just drag myself out of bed, toss some clothes on, grab his leash and take him for a walk. I enjoy our morning walks, and I know he does, too, because he does a little happy dance every time I grab his leash off the wall.

However, the main difference this morning is the fact that I'm getting sick. I rolled over and asked Matt to pretty please take the dog out, and my wonderful gem of a husband did. He didn't even give me a lecture for dragging my tired, sick butt back home at 1am. Now, he didn't offer me much sympathy, but he did leave out the "I-told-you-so." For that I'm grateful.

I'm exhausted. The gray skies, pounding rain on the tin roof here at work, the cold-turning-flu are all prominent items in my tired formula. Of course, working out in the 50 degree rain and drizzle on Saturday probably didn't help. So tonight after work, I'm going home, showering, then I'm going to snuggle deep down under my comforter and read a book until I fall asleep. I've already consumed 88 ounces of water (I have a plastic 44 oz cup that I drink from at work and have drained it twice), as well as six grams of vitamin C in conjunction with my normal multi-vitamins. I will prevail!

Matt says I have a fever, but I don't buy it. Ok. More realistically, I don't want to buy it, heh. Regardless, I don't feel achy or shaky or weird. Just completely drained of energy and kind of stuffy headed, like a big bubble of cotton separates me from the rest of the muffled world.

I can't miss work. I'd feel guilty since I'm taking four days off next week to relax and play WoW and visit with my friends and family. So anyway, I'm going to bed early. Hopefully I'll be asleep before 8pm and well on the road to recovery.

I shouldn't have stayed out so late.

/bad Jay!
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Friday night was our all-girl World of Darkness game. [livejournal.com profile] lolafae set up an LJ community for us for the curious:


I do believe fun was had by all, heh.

Saturday was pretty relaxed. I picked up my dad from the Honda dealership where his van was getting the 150k maintenance. He stayed at my place and we watched Van Helsing and The Day After Tomorrow both of which I enjoyed. Then my sis [livejournal.com profile] annawick and I went to [livejournal.com profile] wyshadara's wedding. It was fun. She looked absolutely beautiful. I also had a great opportunity to visit with some old, dear friends (/wave, John, Dave S, & Ajit).

I also found out from my dad that my brother Chris is getting married the Saturday after Thanksgiving, hehe.

Sunday was nice and relaxing. It usually is, heh. Morning, prepping my Sunday school lesson (yes, I teach Sunday school. Have for years. ^_^ A side of me many never see), Sunday afternoon I relaxed and continued reading Heinlein's Time Enough For Love. Sunday evening we went to Arlington/Grand Prairie for our First Sunday dinner with the family. It is always fun to see the family, and first Sundays is for my immediate family.

Yesterday Matt & I watched The Incredibles, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I can very easily see why it generated such nice opening weekend totals.

In Taltos news, he's starting to feel more comfortable with us. However, he's showing a protective part of his personality that I never expected. He's growled at three different men, and I think perhaps he was feeling protective of either myself or [livejournal.com profile] sahve. She thinks he's getting like this because of the sheer number of new people he's been meeting in such a short time, as he's been with us only eleven days. He knows who his pack is, but everyone else (well all the other males, anyway) is a "stranger."

I think Matt and I may take to leaving him at home a little more often rather than bringing him up to work every day. At least until he's fully adjusted to his new den. ^_^
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By the way, we've decided that since NXS Father Ted doesn't know that his name is Ted, we're going to rename him. We picked Taltos. The first reason being that I think it sounds cool, and Matt didn't object. I also thought it fitting that because Matt has spend the last year and a half buried in the imaginary land of Taltos, that we name our newest family member after it. Ok, true, if we had had a child, it would not have been named Taltos, but it's pretty harmless for a pet. ^_~

Other significances of Taltos:

The novel Taltos by Anne Rice
The Jhereg series by Steven Brust about a character named Vlad Taltos

And most interestingly (to me, anyway):

In Hungarian, shamans are called "Taltos." The roots of the word are lost, but some suppose that "taltos" is a winged horse; and the shaman is often seen as a winged man, who journeys like a bird. That is the meaning of Taltos: one who journeys between heaven and earth to form a bond between the two. The shaman is born with magical powers to divine the future, manipulate the weather and change into a fire wheel or an animal (usually a horse). In pre-Christian Hungary, they were spiritual leaders and healers. Although little is known about the Taltos in the English-speaking world, there are still a few people in Hungary who carry on the healing tradition. Several books of fiction have been written about them, capitalizing on the mystery and magic of the Taltos. It is believed that a Taltos healer was born with these talents.


Nov. 1st, 2004 09:04 am
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Well, we picked up our pup on Saturday. It was really exciting (ok, probably just me. I was feeling very hyper!). His racing name is NXS Father Ted. We're just going to call him Ted, although I'm not sure if he even really knows his name yet. That's something we'll work on very soon.

He's a big boy, especially for a greyhound. I don't know how tall he is, but since greyhounds are a leggy breed and he weighs in at about 90 lbs, you can only imagine. ^_^

His coat is a fawn brindle with tuxedo markings, which is to say, white paws and a white blaze on his chest. He has this adorable little tip of white at the end of his long, curled tail. One thing I find very amusing about his coat is that both my brother Ian and my sister [livejournal.com profile] annawick have brindle coated dogs. Ian has an exuberant boxer named Barney, and [livejournal.com profile] annawick has a sweet dane/pit bull mix named Tony.

Ted's a real sweety. He's still getting used to his new pack and his new home, so his digestion is off, poor boy. When we walk, he's very gentle on the leash, which is nice. If I apply any tension, he immediately slows down or stops depending on the tension applied. His affection is very quiet, although I think as he gets used to us, it will expand a little more. However, from what I've read, greyhounds always have a more quiet love for their people.

We've already kid-tested him and he is very gentle with small children. Fortunately for the children, Ted is not much of a licker. The two children in question were our friend Glen's little ones, Aleis and Charissa, ages four and eighteen months respectively. Aleis kind of just avoided him, but Charissa would follow him around, and when he would turn to look at what was following him, she would panic and say "No!" and cringe away from him. At her "No!" he would just turn away and continue on his way. When he was laying down, they both would come up and pet him a little. It worked out really well.

Matt's going to work half-days most of this week while Ted adjusts. I think Ted will be coming up to work with him for the half-days, as we plan on bringing him up to the office pretty much daily anyway. Since Matt has his own office, he'll just set up a comfy corner and let Ted relax there.

So, for the curious, that is what's going on with our new dog! I'll keep the sappy pet posts to a minimum, though. ^_~ I'm just so happy to have a dog again.
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It's true.

I have the best husband in the world.

And I'm not biased in the least. ^_~

My Anniversary Present: Our new family member! )

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