Category Archives: Life in General

Purple Day for Epilepsy

Today is Purple Day® for Epilepsy and World Epilepsy Day™ and in honor of all epi-warriors, either 2 or 4-legged, I proudly support this event by showing our colors and wearing purple. As Elsa is a puppy mill survivor with unknown lineage who seemed to contract epilepsy shortly after she was rescued 6 months ago , supporting epilepsy awareness and education seemed like a no-brainer. I am committed to learn as much as possible about this terrible condition and how to effectively treat it while providing a safe and loving home for this sweet little Ninja. And Sam is doing his part by being a supportive and loving big brother.

So today, I say wear your purple proudly and support those organizations like The Epilepsy Foundation whose mission is to provide information, education and support for those impacted by this disease.

Live, love, bark! ❤︎

Trivia Tuesday

When I prepared the post for today, I realized I neglected to acknowledge a bit of trivia associated with today. So today will be a twofer with two posts. Affectionately known as Pi Day and celebrated in the US on March 14. A nod to the mathematical constant known as π (pi), this day is a fun day to eat pie, throw pies and discuss the significance of the number. March 14 is also the birthdate of Albert Einstein, the well-recognized theoretical physicist. So today, I say, Happy Birthday, Al and would someone please pass some pie?!

It is well known this upright is horrid with math, but any day associated with pie…irrational or not…well that’s an entirely different equation. Got any cool Pi Day plans?

Live, love, bark! ❤︎

 

Wish You Were There Wednesday

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Winter sort of returned to parts around the Ranch but only with a bare smidge of snow (as of the time this post was written late last night) accompanied by chilly temperatures and windy conditions. Brrr. It made me think I’d rather be back on The Big Island until such time as winter stops teasing and really leaves some snow for a change. How about you? Care to do a “Joe vs. The Volcano” kind of trip to view the Kailua caldera, the great warrior, diplomat and leader King Kamehameha and gently swaying palms?

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Live, love, bark! ❤

 

Hair of the Dog

While Sam was groomed the other day in preparation for our stint at hospital and hospice, the title of this post doesn’t refer to that kind of hair. What I am referring to is another kind of ‘hair of the dog.’ And while it’s not an over-indulgence of alcohol which is typically associated with the etymological definition, I’m actually referring to S.T.R.O.N.G. put-hair-on-your-chest kind of coffee.

imagesI know there are a lot of you out there who prefer tea or even a caffeine-ladden soda to start our your day but bear with me as someone who needs/wants coffee. A couple of days ago, I accidentally broke my coffee carafe, much to my chagrin. I had that coffee maker for close to 15 years, so long in fact, that the manufacturer no longer stocks replacement carafes for it. Color me sad. So off I frantically went in search of a suitable replacement.

0eb21de2a764cbc72b1b49e912421214Without coffee, no one, and I do mean no one, would want to be around me. Coffee makes me human. Little did I know there are so many options these days when it comes to coffee makers with some staggering price points and way too many features. All this just to replace a simple coffee pot? I wasn’t interested in it having a clock (one more thing to have to reset after a power cut) and am refuse to accept the notion of water that’s been sitting overnight waiting for the magic hour to brew when I get up. I don’t need to modulate the brew strength of the life elixir or do any of the other myriad features now programmed on coffee makers. While I love a good cuppa Joe as much as anyone, why and how did it get so complicated, not to mention expensive? And I especially don’t need a ring tone to tell me when it’s done, another blue light (showing the time and waiting to be changed next month upon the arrival of Daylight Savings Time) or a temperature gauge for the burner. I just want a cup of damn coffee. Is that too much to ask?

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Oh sure, I could make ‘cowboy coffee‘ in an old fashioned stove-top percolator but haven’t seen a pot like this in the housewares department for ages and I didn’t want to run around to camping supply outlets to find an overpriced, cutesy pot but just wanted a simple cup of coffee from an electric drip coffeemaker to keep me human. Is that too much to ask?

For the record, that first pot was strong, the kind of strong that requires a six-pack of beer to come down from the caffeine high. Looks like I need to practice a while on getting the perfect recipe figured out on my new complicated, expensive appliance.

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Live, love, bark!

Mother Hubbard’s Cupboard

We all know Sam had a good time at the K-Oss Pawty with his new fur-iend, Anne. When he came home (past his curfew I might add) he kept reminding me about all the terrific treats there and began guilting me into making more treats for he and Elsa. “Ok, ok I said. I’ll make some more treats.” Seeing his hang-dog look and hearing those heavy dog sighs every time he walked past this sight made me realize how truly mistreated he is. NOT! but that’s another story.

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I have been trying to get Sam to eat more veggies and fruits as long as I can remember, both of which he has soundly rejected. A few chews and then he spits them out into a mushy spot on the floor. The little Ninja Hoover aka Elsa, however is more than happy to gobble up any blueberry, apple slice, peas or green beans offered and it’s made Sam reconsider his limited thinking on those kinds of foodables. Now he sits patiently while I dole out those healthy snacks so I wanted to find a recipe that might have apples or applesauce. A quick check of the ole pantry showed a nice jar of unsweetened organic applesauce so I was off to the races…otherwise known as the Google Oracle to find a recipe. It contains peanut butter, oats and applesauce. A few minutes with the KitchenAid and Voilà! A new favorite is born. From this…

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‘Pawnut’ Butter-Applesauce Treats

To this…in no time!

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For those of you interested in the recipe, Sam wanted me to share it so all his fur-iends could enjoy this tasty treat.

‘Pawnut’ Butter ~ Applesauce Treats

3 cups whole wheat flour
2 cups pick-cook oats
1 cup ‘pawnut’ butter (Xylitol free please)
1 cup unsweetened organic applesauce
1 tsp. baking powder
1/4 to 1/2 cup olive oil or coconut oil (I used 1/2 cup of coconut oil)

Instructions

Preheat oven to 350ºF. Mix all ingredients well but don’t over mix. Knead the dough on lightly floured surface (if dough is too loose or crumbly, you can add more coconut or olive oil). Roll to about 1/4 inch thick and cut into shapes with cookie cutters. You can also make small double balls if you don’t want to use any cutters, they’ll be fine, just not as cute as a paw or bone shape). Place on cookie sheet approximately 1/2 inch apart. Bake for 25 minutes or until lightly browned. Cool and serve. Store in airtight container in fridge for up to a couple of weeks.

Easy-peasy. Your fur-ball will love ’em and you’ll love knowing they are eating something tasty and healthy. Just don’t let them guilt you into too many. That hang-dog look only goes so far.

Live, love, bark! ❤

Monday Musings ~ February 13, 2017

Sam here, wishing effuryone a Happy Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Mom, Elsa and me hope you get to spend time with your special loved ones. My little sister had a mini-seizure last Friday so we’ve been keeping eyes on her. Mom was able to stem it quickly with some medication the vet sent her home with 4 weeks ago in case she had another episode. Luckily, it was a very minor one and she returned to her normal annoying self very quickly, without her usual reboot. Once mom was convinced she was ok, she began working on some projects she had been planning for us fur-kids.

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We ‘snoopervised’ in the studio as mom drew up patterns and then sewed some  new stuffies from spare scraps she had lying around. I haven’t played with them yet, but Elsa seems jazzed about them, especially the Gingerbread Guy. Naturally, they’ve joined the rest of the migrating hooves and toys. What is it about her that makes her do that? She’s been barking at him just before she ambushes plays with him which is a good sign she likes him. So far I haven’t heard any screaming so I guess he’s ok, but he’s on his own as far as I’m concerned.

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While these guys are nice and all, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with them. I think I’ll sleep on it, maybe it’ll come to me in a dream. I mean, the Gingerbread dude doesn’t even have any buttons for eyes that I can chew off. What kind of lame toy is that for a self-respecting wuss stuffie killer like me?!

Do you have any special plans for the loves of your life? I’m hoping mom bakes us some yummy treats. Mother Hubbard’s cupboard the treat bin is pretty darn bare. The dog bones she sewed aren’t nearly as tasty as they ones she bakes.

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Live, love, bark!