Day One could be ONLY Day One...

We packed up Mommy's car and headed out. We had a full tank of gas and a lot of life in our hearts. We picked a route we sort of kind of knew. Mom planned a few breaks for me, so I wouldn't be in the crate for very long. We took Interstate 4 for a while and made a little detour to catch 95. We stopped and had a break. We played at the stop and I had to potty. Mommy realized my face was a bit cold. My lips are usually room temp at least; but mine were really cold. I didn't have much energy and Mommy was worried. Other than being lethargic I seemed ok. I layed on her lap and I didn't want to go back in my crate.

As we headed back on the road, we headed to #2 Daddy's second house. It's a brand new swanky place and we didn't want to go in, especially with me not feeling right.

We called the doc and he said to watch me close. I have rested and rested and seem to be not 100%. I've been riding the front seat which scares Mommy to death.

The Daddy thinks I am not 100% and he made me special foods. We are laying in the living room and we are all snuggling. I am pretty sure this sore stuff on my neck is the culprit, but I take extra snuggles any day. I heard Mom say she would take me home and try again next weekend.

Hopefully it all goes as planned..

Just do it, no not Nike but living...Wing It Day

Are you a planner and a re-planner, and a thinker and a re-thinker? Do you live? I mean really live? We have had some serious things in the last several months. We missed our trip to the shore, we missed a friends lake house weekend and we missed having fun.

How many funerals have you been to? Oh not many, how many people died way too soon in your life or in the news?

Well my friends I declare September 26th day as "Wing It Day"... Pick a day, any day and get yourself out and do something for YOU. Go somewhere you want to go, do something you want to do.

Our plan is NO PLAN. That's right, we have packed our bags, we have enough clothes for all temperatures, food for me (G) and my medicines. We are just going to wing it. The only plan we have is to have fun and see someplace we haven't seen. Play in the free air we breath and enjoy ourselves. Not sure how long we will be gone, maybe a night, maybe a week, who knows and who cares, it's Wing it Day and we are off and winging it...

Cross your paws for a safe journey and I will be back!!

Where does the time go?

It just seems like last week was June. Where has the time gone? We have been ultra busy with illnesses and the reoccurring house flooding. Mom is still treating for the accident of over a year ago, and add in the dad's issues... we have been a mess.

Today I went to a newer vet. Mom has known him for a few years, but I never visited him. He shaved my neck, treated my wounds and sent me on my way. Mommy love's our other vet, but he was booked solid and she didn't want to wait. (Waiting is not her strong suit).

To all our friends, we have missed you, but know that we are still around. It's just taking a little longer to get back up to speed.

Flashback a year ago...Lola

At about 1130 am September 19th 2013 my ibone rang. It was Rocco's dad. He was a bit excited and said he had some very exciting news. He was on his way to a photo shoot and received a call to rescue this poor girl that was left at a shelter from the caregivers family. The owner had died and this little girl was just left off like a forgotten piece of furniture.

He went on to say he whipped around in his car and headed straight to the shelter to pick her up. You could tears in his voice. He was not only happy but scared. He and Mrs had a 4 month old baby at home, and well he forgot to ASK Mrs. He was only thinking he had to rescue this little lady before it was too late. I believe they said she had only 30 minutes to go.

My Mom and I were driving and stopped the car. We were shaking, this was a very generous and caring person doing this. We knew we had to help out somehow. He only had preliminary info on her but knew medical treatment was necessary.

From there, I cannot share all that happened and do it justice, but I will tell you never once did we lose faith or hope that Lola was in the right place. All our twitter friends rallied and we started a Lola fund. We had donations from everyone!

Lola was in a home that wanted and loved her, and we were going to help on the medical bills because that is what a Twitter Family does. Lola didn't have a great prognosis and a return call came again that she needed more medical treatment. WE rallied again and we helped with the costs.

What most do not know about Lola is she has been a challenge from day one. She was older when she came to live in the family. She was never treated as a pet, only a breeding dog. My admiration for both Bryan (Rocco's Dad) and Gabe grew tremendously. Mrs. had a full-time job, a new baby, a big baby BRYAN and Rocco, and took in another baby to take care of. Not once did they miss a beat in treating her like she was always there, and she was part of their family.

Keep in mind we helped with some of the medical bills, not all. Lola has the best family in the world and we want to say Happy Gotcha Day Lola ! We all love you very much and thank your Parents and Harpsickle for the joy you bring to our lives.

Signed your Twitter family!