A Special Guy

Allow me to introduce you to Roscoe. He is a German Shepherd Dog mix.

Roscoe had spent much of the first 6 months of his life at a dog pound in Kansas. A rescue worker in Omaha spotted his picture on the Internet and decided to go get him. When she got home with him, she called us, because we’d been looking for a german shepherd. We went to the rescue worker’s house and picked him up.

Roscoe was a sweet boy, but he loved to torment our Golden Retriever. He would grab her by the neck, pull out bits of her tail fur and generally turned her into a psychotic heap by the end of day 1.

We kept telling ourselves that things would get better. In fact, sometimes they did play, but then Roscoe would end up with all the toys and Ginger would be behind the chair before too long. When they slept, he would be on one side of the room and she would be on the other. It was a sad situation, always having to run behind Roscoe and tell him to leave Ginger alone.

We tried the Dog Whisperer trick of laying Roscoe on his side and telling him to behave, but you know what? It wasn’t that Roscoe wasn’t behaving, really. It was that Ginger didn’t know how to draw the line. She was afraid to, really. (Well, ok, the tail-eating thing wasn’t that nice!)

After 3 weeks, my husband decided Roscoe needed to find a home without an overly submissive dog to interact with. So, on Monday, he was returned to the rescue home and on Thursday, he was adopted to a man who had wanted to see him the same day we picked him up. He was excited to have the chance to have Roscoe.

I talked to the rescue lady today because she wanted to give our adoption fee back. We refused. We told her to use it for the dogs.

The rescue lady said that Roscoe had been doing really well with her 3 dogs, who let him know when he had crossed the line with them. He was even taking manners lessons from a Jack Russell Terrier.

My response was that our Golden must be neurotic, then, because she would cower behind my husband’s chair and wouldn’t come out even to go to the bathroom.

By himself, he was so sweet, and sat on my lap several times while he played with his toys.

I miss his fuzzy face, but he’s where he’s supposed to be.

Oh, and Ginger is back to her normal, bouncy self.

Thanks for visiting Lisa’s Place. 🙂

In the kitchen

Variety is the spice of life.
In my cupboard, I have this many spices: Maybe 20.
Rack or no rack? a wire rack, so I can see who’s who.
Alphabetize? Yeah, no.
Which spice do you use most often? I use an all-purpose mix
Which recipe? broasted chicken

It’s like the pot calling the kettle black.
Coffee or tea? Coffee or iced tea
Do you make coffee at home? Yes
If you make tea, loose or in bags? bags
How many kinds of tea do you have? probably 5 or 6. I really just like black tea, though.

If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.
I use my stovetop: To cook things on.
I use my oven: Normally all year-round.

Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?
Soy or cow? Cow, but every now and then, soy is good for drinking.
Skim or whole? Skim.
How many gallons a week? One or two

Three items in my freezer (right now):

Frozen Waffles
90/10 Hamburger
Corn from Schwan’s

Three things in my fridge (right now):

Fruit Gels (for the little kid, mostly)
Pina Colada yogurt
Skim Chocolate Milk

Item I am most chagrined about: Those many bottles of condiments. How old are those things, anyway??

Item I bet no one else has: blue cheese crumbles

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La Dolce Vita


Tonight, after dinner, my husband, daughter and I went out for a motorcycle ride. It was the first time that I felt comfortable with what I was doing. I had time to look around and enjoy the scenery, play around with my road position, and practice maintaining a proper staggered formation.

My daughter enjoys riding with her dad. Of course, she’s properly suited and helmeted and booted.

I’ve always been a little nervous getting out of the garage. It’s a lot of maneuvering and a slow start and requires a lot of balance. Tonight before we took off, I sat there for a second and looked at my husband, who signaled me to take a deep breath, which I did. And I was ready to go.

While I was driving, I was thinking about an audio CD I’ve been listening to, “Live Like You Mean It“. Today, I heard something about how people fail to speak to God, even when they know He will bring them comfort. And praying or asking for help isn’t rocket science; just be yourself. Carry on a conversation with God, like you would your best friend.

So on the way, I asked God to watch over our ride, and make sure we did all the right things, so that we’d arrive home safely.

It wasn’t that I doubted our ability to ride, or any one else’s ability to interact with us. I just figured, why not just have a little conversation with God? Why NOT ask for a little protection? There certainly wasn’t any harm in it.

Well, there is no moral to this story. We arrived home safe and sound, and much more happy and relaxed than we were before we’d left.

It was a good ride.

Thanks for visiting Lisa’s Place. 🙂

Skating, Again

Tonight there was a free skating party for my daughter’s girl scout troop. The troop leader had extra coupons, so I took one of The Little Kid’s friends. The problem was that this girl had only skated once and had no padding whatsoever on her rear-end. Next time, we take a pillow. 🙂

It was nothing that ice cream couldn’t fix.

I told her that I could identify with her pain, since I pretty much broke my butt last week.

When I was in grammar school, up through about age 14, I skated once a week; first with my parents every Sunday, then with my brother or my friends. I enjoyed skating backwards, and still do.

My husband did the same thing… weekly skating all that time.

So now the little kid seems to have the skating process all reeled in… maybe through her genes, but more likely through just having enough courage to let go of the wall. She was really scooting along at one point. It was amazing to see.

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The Dog Whisperer

Yesterday, while searching for some dog training tips, I happened upon the website for Cesar Millan, who starts in “The Dog Whisperer” series.

If you’re a dog person at all, you have to see his show, which is on the National Geographic Channel. If you’re not having any trouble with your pet, or you don’t even own a pet, you have to see it.

This man can take the most evil-acting dog and make it lovable!

Last night’s show had a little dog that HATED to go to the groomer. You should have seen the TEETH this little dog had and the expression on the dog’s face. Within a few minutes (in tv show time, anyway), he had this dog all calm and happy and willing to be groomed.

He had a pit bull laying by a bunny, which just beforehand would have been happy to tear any rabbit or small animal into pieces.

Watching some of these interactions made some of the dogs I know not seem so much of a handfull.

Thanks for visiting Lisa’s Place. 🙂

The Strange Coincidence Between No Internet Connection and the Missing Hamster

So the Cox Communication guy comes over to look at our Internet connection. We only have a few lights lit up on our cable modem, an IP address that’s not getting us anywhere and no Internet.

He started tracing the line from the source to the modem. I went to clear the way in The Little Kid’s closet, because it’s packed with toys. When I pulled the cable up, it was obviously chewed for a good foot, through the insulation, down to the actual wire.

I said, “So at least we know where the hamster was for 2 days”. Thankfully, we have the wiring assurance plan, so no charge for the visit.

I’m surprised the hamster is still coherent. Poor thing.

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Anyone Seen My Hamster?

My hamster should have been named Houdini. While I’m at work, she unscrews the cap that locks one of her tubes, and she gets out. I thought the last time was luck; maybe the cap wasn’t screwed on tight enough. So when I found her, I put her back in the cage and screwed the cap on tightly.

Yesterday, the cap was tossed off. No Mousie. Anywhere. I have looked everywhere.. well, except for where she is… wherever that might be.

Normally, she will turn up on her own. She hasn’t been gone this long before.

I even left the cage on the floor with the door open, thinking she has to get hungry or thirsty eventually.

No luck. 😦 ugh.

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Ham Shopping

Who knew picking out a ham could be so difficult? My mistake was going for the cheap thing, which was Cook’s Pork Shoulder Picnic, which, according to the Internet information I later read, is more suited for pork steaks than anything else.

So, since we’re having company, we abandoned the $12 picnic whatever for a $22 spiral sliced ham at Hy-Vee. It came with a glaze packet. You can’t get much better than that.

In the morning, I expect it to hop in the oven on its own and cook itself.

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