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Sweet Syd

We took Roxy for a walk the other day through the park. Sydney only got to go to the park twice, as she was sick the rest of her time here. The park wasn’t quite as happy of a place without her. Sydney knew that to go to the park meant time to play with her beloved raquetball.


When we were in India I made the huge mistake of reading something along the lines of the 10 Commandments for dogs or something like that. It talked about how for you, a dog is a mere part of your life, in the midst of everything else that goes on. But for your dog, you are it’s life. It made me feel guilty for those times when I wanted to lay down and watch a movie and they wanted to play or I was in a bad mood when I get home from work and ignored them going crazy at the door out of pure joy that I was home.


Sydney was the definition of loyalty. Roxy has an independent streak, but not Syd. She loved her ball, food, and me. If I went anywhere, Syd was there. In the last week, I was looking for hope, in denial that she wasn’t getting better, and terrified that we wouldn’t find an answer soon enough. “She expected no special treatment. She did not pity herself. She took for granted that she would be able to go on about her accustomed dachshund business and when she found that it was somehow not working well, she made her own adjustments as unobtrusively as she could. It was still the supreme object of her life to see that I was happy.” “Her suffering was a hard thing to watch. She was alone in it, as all creatures, human or animal, are alone in their pain. There is no qualitative or quantitative measurement for pain. It is simply there sharp or dull, shooting or stabbing, bearable or excruciating, local or general, it is unexplained, uninvited, unavoidable. It takes command. It is all-encompassing, implacable, exigent. But of course I am speaking only of what I know of pain.”


Even when Sydney was so tired she rarely moved from the bed, she would wait patiently for me outside the bathroom door whenever I showered. She still got excited when she heard the boys next door bouncing a ball, and would always curl right up next to me when she layed down.

You couldn’t help by love Sydney. The days are lonelier, and the nights are colder without her. She will always be missed, but I am so thankful to have had the joy that she brought for as long as I did.


quote taken from my favorite author. this article greatly shaped by view of animals when I first read it 10 years ago, and hits all the closer to home today 

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Almost Fall

It feels almost like fall here in KY and in the UK it has already started. What better way to celebrate fall than with a little baking. I’m sure you’ll all seen/tried the two ingredient pumpkin muffins on Pinterest…you just mix up a can of pumpkin with a boxed cake mix – and you get something that sounds fun and is super easy, but doesn’t really taste  like pumpkin. So, last week I decided to make some, but added a couple of things. I put cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger (basically pumpkin pie spices) in the mix, and they made up a vanilla glaze for the top. Still really easy, but the result definitely tasted more like fall! Of course my non-pumpkin pie loving husband (he may be Communist…) didn’t love the spices, but I thought it was a fun and fall like change worthy of a 65 degree August morning.


So, here’s my new & improved recipe:

1 can of plain pumpkin

1 box of white cake mix

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

1/2 teaspoon ginger

1/2 teaspoon nutmeg

mix and bake at 350 for about 20 minutes (I made mini muffins and they were done in 18. I’ve also made jumbo sized ones that probably took closer to 30)

For the glaze:

1 cup powdered sugar

1-3 tablespoons of milk

1 teaspoon vanilla

mix together – add more sugar or mile until you get the  consistence you prefer. I dipped my muffins in the glaze and yet them sit on the counter until it hardened up a bit.

I can’t wait to try a bunch of new recipes this fall, and Ruthanne is scheming ways to get some of her neighbors apples – which apparently are just falling from the tree and being left to die a lonely death on the ground.


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