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Mya can’t go without her scritches.  She’s so adorable.  I can’t believe she’s 5 already!

We’re off the the vet this coming weekend to get her beak trimmed down a bit.

Who wants to hear my parrot talk – a bit.  She was so much more blabbery before I turned the camera on.  Go figure.

I recently discovered VYou.com.  VYou is a site where you can ask someone a question, and receive a video answer.

If you’d like to ask me a question, feel free to visit my channel at:  http://vyou.com/user_182380 or click here.

I’ve worked with animals for many years.  Do you have a pet-related question you want to ask?  Thinking of getting a dog, parrot, or small “pocket” pet?  Not sure what your pet is trying to tell you?  Feel free to pick my brain on VYou.com!

I’d welcome non-pet related questions as well – bring ’em on 😀 lol.

Hope to talk to you soon 🙂

Yes, it’s true. The last auto show in my city was last February. I’ve had these pictures hanging around my phone’s hard drive for the past months, so I decided it was time to process them and finally post.

So here is it….

Here lies Marsha. Marsha with the half chewed off face. I used to think that Dwarf Hamsters were cute. I’ve since learnt better.

Dwarf Hamsters are nasty little cannibals. I just fed Marsha last night. I knew she was old and sick, but didn’t expect her to die so soon.

I just hope her sister, Number 4, chose to wait until she was dead before she crunched on her right eyeball. I’d say it would have been the only decent thing to do.

10. The cucumber has left the salad.

9. Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bells.

8. You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.

7. Paging Mr. Johnson… Paging Mr. Johnson..

6. Elvis is leaving the building.

5. The Buick is not all the way in the garage.

4. Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction.

3. You’ve got a security breach at Los Pantalones.

2. Men may be From Mars…..but I can see something that rhymes with Venus.

And the #1 way to tell someone his zipper is unzipped…..

I always knew you were crazy, but now I can see your nuts.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.

Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.

I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she\had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life.

My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office… jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. “,

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: “I’ll carry you out every morning until deaths do us apart”

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.

My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I had been so busy with Jane to even notice.

She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction from our son in case we pushed through the divorce At least in the eyes of our son I was a loving Husband.

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage. Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken. We teach some by what we say ,we teach some more by what we do but we teach most by what we are.

This past Monday night, my best friend and I went to see Yamoto Drummers of Japan at the Rose Theatre in Brampton.

It was hands down one if the best performances I’ve ever been to. They did a great job of getting the audience involved. I love the mixture of traditional and modern, and absolutely loved the shamisen performance. I couldn’t get over how fit all of them were; I could never go for such long stretches of time continually beating those drums to death, and so quickly too.

After the performance, we stopped to take some pictures of the lights.

I had a great time cruising the city 🙂

I was getting into my car today after getting my hair cut and I see my mom and brother pulling into the parking spot beside me. I totally wasn’t expecting to see them there. I snapped a couple of pictures of them before they went in.

So, I’ve been thinking over the past little while that maybe I should create a few podcasts, and post them on my blog instead of always typing a blog.

Should I?

I’ll think about it and get back to you all.

Have a great evening!

Yes, I have a lot of it.  Do I want to do it?  No.

That’s all I have to say for now.

My little Zoe had her spay surgery today (well, actually yesterday if you want to be technical).  I had her microchipped and got her teeth cleaned at the same time. 

When I picked her up from the vet’s and saw the huge incision on her tummy, I felt absolutely horrible.  I know the benefits of spaying, however, she’s so tiny and to see that type of wound on your dog can really be heart wrenching.

Zoe is 2.5 years old, and has completed three heat cycles.  She went eight months during her last interval before coming into heat in April 2009.  I figured I’d get her fixed now before she cycles again.

I understand that some shelters don’t have chip readers for all microchip brands.  For that reason, I’m throwin’ this information out there in case she’s ever lost and someone decides to Google her info:

www.24PetWatch.com

1-866-597-2424

ID#:  982 009105939882

Now the challenge is going to be ensuring that she doesn’t lick excessively at her stitches.  I have the ecollar, but of course, she doesn’t like it and slipped out of it pretty quickly.  It doesn’t help that, like a true Chihuahua, she loves licking.  She’s got a thing for licking blankets.  Mind you, she’s not quite as bad as my previous chi Ike, who, when guests would come over, would follow them incessantly throughout the house just to lick their feet, ankles and calves when they would stop walking.  He’d happily sit beside them for hours if allowed, licking all their exposed skin.  If he could sneak in a lick while they were still walking, all the better!  It was really embarrassing now that I think about it! 😀  My poor guests LOL.

Anyways, my little monkey is sleeping on her bed I brought in from the car, curled up under a fleece blanket.  She ate and drank a bit when I brought her home, and I gave her her pain medication. 

Chihuahuas Love to Tunnel Under Blankets

I’m going to miss our daily walks/runs in the park the next few weeks, but it will be worth it when she’s healed up nicely and can exercise freely again before the snow comes!  I’ve thus far gotten her to a nice, lean, fit state, and I intend on keeping her that way once she’s all better!  I’m not a fan of fat chihuahuas.

Wish me success in keeping her away from those stitches!

Why can’t I get any of my pictures to look good like the ones in the National Geographic magazine?????  I’m sure there’s a million reasons why, starting with my camera, lol…

A Night Shot

My little sweetie, Zoe, is a four pound long-haired chihuahua. She’s two years old, and I adopted her last November.

None of my previous dogs have ever smiled the way she does. In fact, I didn’t even realize Zoe was smiling until I saw another dog doing the same thing on YouTube. I’m pretty sure I’ve taught her to smile on command, (that is, unless the previous family did it and I just haven’t figured that out yet), and I finally had my camera on hand when it happened today.

The funniest thing is when she smiles at me from waaaaaaay across the room without being prompted. She always smiles when I first come home and sit on my bed. You just know she wants attention when I see those little white canines peek out from behind her top lip. She’s just too cute I can’t help hugging her! 🙂

I just walked in the door after hanging out at a very nice dessert place and seeing The International this evening. Guess who was sitting there smiling at me as I came through the door….

Firstly, I want to thank my friend Ron for asking me about my blog this morning. Ron, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have felt sorry for my lonely blog and visited it today to post this entry. I owe you so much my friend – what the heck, where did that ish come from????

Technology changes so quickly and things become obsolete the minute they hit the market. I’m suffering from a dirty, slightly used feeling right now when I think about my Blackberry investment and the fact that it doesn’t have a camera. A few months ago, that didn’t matter to me much. I have a camera at home, so if I needed to take pictures, I would just go home to get it. But now that I’ve discovered this wonderful thing called “blogging” (I know this is foreign terminology, its just such a new concept, but stay with me here) I’m starting to wish my phone did have a camera. Since I’m able to blog straight from my OperaMini browser, it would make it so much more exciting if I could add phone pictures while I’m at it!

I guess I can’t always get my way – but that doesn’t mean I can’t complain about it. 😉

P.S. Ron, when are you starting your blog?

Did I mention I love Steve Martin.  He’s actually my boyfriend, he just doesn’t know it yet.

I saw the Pink Panther 2 last night.  It’s not as good as the first one, but it had me laughing.