Sunday, September 21, 2014

Chicken/Chicken Garlic Treats

Blogging Friends.... Boy, have I become the world's worst Blogger lately!! And truth be told? I miss Blogging twice a week!! Here's the thing. I planned to post on Saturday, September 13th {I really did!!} but then my plans were thwarted by a minor mood swing-infused pity party the day before!! Ugh. More shall be revealed. For I am still processing everything nine days later!! {Do not worry!! I am completely recovered!!} Love you later.

Today is September 21st!! And that can only mean one thing. It is Rose's fourth Gotcha Day!! Wow. Just. Wow!! Four years?! Where does time escape to.... Outer space?! I think it does!! I decided years ago with Shadow that I would not count the passing of time with how old my dog is. But rather. I would count the passing of time with how many Gotcha Day anniversaries we have been blessed with!! It feels far less depressing, as I cannot evade Rose's inevitable death. That being mentioned. I've completely lost track of how old Rose is!! Whenever people ask, I literally count on my fingers to determine it!! Is that bad?! And honestly? Rose's age--like her mix--is anybody's guess, anyway!! Why? Because the shelter where I adopted her guessed that she was four years old. Then we drove Rose to our veterinarian. He guessed two and a half or three years old!! So!! We rounded Rose's age down to three years old!! Which means. Rose turns seven years old today!! There, I wrote it!! Rose turns seven years old today!! I think!! Four Gotcha Days. Seven years old. Either way, in honor of Rose's big day, I, of course, baked a batch of dog cookies!! Although, I must mention. This recipe was originally planned for Independence Day!! But what with switching up bedrooms and writing a fictional children's book? I did not have the time!! Better late than never?! As per usual, I gave Rose tastes of the ingredients as I mixed everything together. Most of which she loved!! Except for garlic powder. Because like with honey and maple syrup, Rose could not even get past its strong smell!! Go figure!!

Rose would rate this recipe four 'paws' way, way up!! {Yes, she got a pre-Gotcha Day sample!! Two, actually!!}

Chicken Performance Cookies

This protein- and fat-rich biscuit {They are more like cookies!!} would be a good one to bring along on an excursion with your dog (like a hike). If you'd like, you can substitute 3/4 cup of Simple Liver Puree for the baby food.

2 cups whole wheat flour, plus extra for rolling
1/2 cup rye flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1 egg
1/2 cup safflower oil {We do not have that ingredient. So I, being a rebel, used vegetable oil!! It worked!!}
2 tablespoons chicken broth {Rose loves this ingredient!!}
2 (2.5-ounce) jars of chicken baby food {What did I use? Gerber chicken and chicken gravy!! Rose love, love, loved her taste of that ingredient!!}
For the egg wash:
1 egg
Pinch of salt

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Combine the flours, baking powder, and garlic powder in a large bowl. In a smaller bowl, beat one egg. {I just whisked it!!} Add, oil, broth, and baby food to the egg and blend together. {I just stirred it!!} Add this mixture to the dry ingredients and mix with a spoon, then knead to incorporate all the dry ingredients. The dough will be soft a somewhat oily. {It was crumbly!! The dough kept peeling like a terrible sunburn!! And it seemingly dried very fast!! I added a little water to my dough!!} Turn out onto a lightly floured surface and roll to 1/4-inch thickness. {I always just eyeball it!!} Cut into shapes with cookie cutters {I used twain bones. One heart. Twain dogs. And one paw print!!} and place on a baking sheet covered with greased or non-stick foil. {I sprayed my pan!! But some of the cookies still stuck to it!!} Beat the other egg {Again, I just whisked it!!} and add a pinch of salt. Brush a little of the egg-and-salt mixture on top of each cookie, to make an attractive glaze. Bake for 15 to 20 minutes {All ovens are different. But I baked two separate batches for 20 minutes!!} or until the tops {are} brown. Store in the refrigerator in an airtight container. {I baked 21 cookies!! Therefore, I needed twain airtight containers!! But I will freeze some in a plastic bag to prevent them from developing mold!!}

Happy, happy, happy fourth Gotcha Day, Rose!! Here's to many, many, many more!!          


  

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Cranio Girl Power

Blogging Friends.... Did you know....? That September is Craniosynostosis Awareness Month?! Well. It is!! In honor of my birth defect--and everyone who was born with it--here is a Blog post from an adult survivor's ever-evolving perspective!! {Mine, of course!!} Whoops, that sounded so very self-obsessive!! Carrying on. Love you later.

Sorry for not posting on Beautifully Unique since--gasp!!--August 30th. That was purely unintentional. Truth be told? My heart has apparently not been into Blogging lately. Plus this post wasn't yet ready!! But writing? It keeps me sane!! So I have written nearly every single day!! Now. Do not worry about me. I am fine.... I'm not experiencing any minor mood swing-infused pity parties!! I have just simply found myself in a prolonged season of soul searching regarding living with folliculitis decalvans. Life is good!! And I am happy!!

{These facts were taken from my Life Story!! Which, originally? They were taken from--if memory serves me!!--The Jorge Posada Foundation!! He has a son who was born with my birth defect.}

Craniosynostosis is when an infant’s sutures fuse too early and it affects the growth of the brain. Often, the end result is an infant with an abnormally shaped head. An infant’s brain begins to grow before birth and continues to grow throughout the infant’s first three years of life. At birth, an infant has 40% of his/her adult brain volume and this increases to 80% by three years of age, and to 90% by seven years of age. An infant’s skull consists of bones that are separated by soft joints called 'sutures'. The 'soft spot', or fontanel, is where the sutures meet on the top of the forehead. As an infant’s brain continues to grow, the sutures continue to grow. Throughout an infant’s first three years of life, an infant’s sutures will close or 'fuse' in sequence. Craniosynostosis may involve the premature closure of a single suture or multiple sutures in the case of a syndrome. Craniosynostosis, if left untreated, can cause severe and permanent damage. An infant may have increased intracranial pressure, seizures, neurological deficiencies, eye problems, malalignment of the spine, and cognitive and developmental delays.

Craniosynostosis. Over thirty years ago, I was born with a head of curly brunette hair. And I had craniosynostosis. Translation? I was born without any soft spots!! 1 out of 2,000 babies are typically effected by craniosynostosis. There are five different forms of this birth defect. Unicoronal. Metopic. Bicoronal. Sagittal. And, the rarest type of craniosynostosis. Lambdoid. It affects 1 in 100,000 births. Since I'm fairly confident that--according to pictures--my form of craniosynostosis was sagittal, I am 1 out of 2,000. You know what? I have grown to really love that statistic!! 1 out of 2,000!! Although. 1 in 100,000 would have been even more awesome!! My skull had been horribly disfigured--Mom said that it protruded from the forehead and back--when Dr. J. entered our Lives. He would perform twain separate reconstructive skull operations. Together, these surgically-created scars form an upside down "T". My "part"? It is twain craniosynostosis scars!! As a matter of fact. Dad even teasingly referred to me as "Frankenbaby" due to these scars. Yes, Frankenbaby!! But it was spoken lovingly, of course!! Ha. And Dad was not kidding. I have seen pictures. I did resemble Frankenbaby!! "Surgery will be just like setting a broken arm," Dr. J. confidently told Mom and Dad. However. If I--an adult "Cranio" survivor--were to describe the operation in three words, it would be this. Invasive. Terrifying. Miraculous. See, Dr. J. removed parts of my skull--and at one point threw some forehead bones away!!--then "rebuilt" it like an intricate, detailed Lego creation!! Not once. But twice!! Dr. J. said that my craniosynostosis was "severe", and he had never seen such a bad case!! Shudder!! I had also been apparently suffering from painful migraines because of skull pressure and I'd stopped sucking Mom's breast milk, unbeknownst to her. See. My mouth had latched onto Mom's breast. But I was not sucking any milk. That figures. Even back then I was putting on "brave acts" during times of suffering!! Was this an inborn trait?! I cannot help but wonder. See, I was a different case of craniosynostosis. Because while this birth defect--best as I can tell from research--is not in any way, shape, or form, fatal, when Dr. J. surgically repaired me, he saved my Life!! Yes, without his hard-earned skills and God's Amazing Grace, I would be dead!! Craniosynostosis, for the most part, only affects male infants. I am, most assuredly, a girl!! Although females can be--and are--born with craniosynostosis. It just is not as likely to occur. Any Google-search of craniosynostosis will--honestly!!--spin in this direction. A concerned mother expressing that her son has just been diagnosed with the neurological birth defect. It is seldom ever daughter. There are even craniosynostosis awareness Websites that manufacture onesies, bibs, and T-shirts which feature the phrase: "Chicks dig scars". Why yes, they do!! This I can personally prove!! So, I am a girl, who was born with craniosynostosis. I broke that medical rule. Thus, as per usual, I am exempt!! Which can only mean one thing. I was born a rebel!! Yes, it is my birthright!! Being a rebel!! I shall call this "Cranio Girl Power"!! You know what? That has a nice ring to it!! "Cranio" Girl Power!! The cause of craniosynostosis is unknown. It is sporadic. It can be present at birth (congenital). It can be hereditary. The hereditary form often occurs with other defects. Uh-oh. I was also born with congenital diaphragmatic hernia and Wolff–Parkinson–White syndrome!! Well!! I do have a nephew, "J.", who was born with craniosynostosis!! Not sagittal, though. And they told my oldest sister that it was not hereditary?! Hmmm.... However, most cases of craniosynostosis occur in a family with no history of the condition. See. It is by "chance" that infants are ever born with craniosynostosis. Like the rolling of dice. Or some gambling game. I--among every other individual born with craniosynostosis--am like Heaven's poker game with chips, cards, and money bet. I must have been "chosen". For reasons beyond anybody's--beyond my own--comprehension. But not God's. I didn't know until recently that my craniosynostosis was "severe", or I'd been suffering from painful migraines and stopped sucking Mom's breast milk. However. I have always known this. Mom and Dad accepted Jesus Christ as their Savior because I was born with craniosynostosis!! See, I had been scheduled for operation number three. Dad complained to a co-worker about our problems. "Take your daughter to my church," he boldly suggested, "There she'll be prayed for. She'll be healed!!" Which is exactly what Mom and Dad did!! They drove to his Pentecostal foursquare church {Which, sadly, no longer meets there!!} I was prayed over, and God healed me, for I no longer needed operation number three!! Thanks be to God!! You know what? I believe this was a triple miracle!! Dr. J. reconstructed my skull!! God healed me!! Mom and Dad became Christians!! Yes, I have always been aware of our family's testimony!! But I never looked at that positive. Why? Because, as resulted from being born with craniosynostosis and having my skull reconstructed {Twice!!} I live with unwanted premature short-term memory loss. And that is what--for far too many years!!--I chose to focus on. The negatives. But my premature short-term memory loss {This learning disability} is what I lost through being born with craniosynostosis. Look at everything I have gained in Life despite having been born with craniosynostosis!! Because today? I am thirty-years old!! I have owned twain beautifully unique mutts--first Shadow Sunshine and now Rose Elizabeth!!--since I was nearly sixteen years old!! I just wrote my thirteenth--13th!!--fictional book!! I have twain adorable nieces under the age of three, "Amethyst" and "Opal"!! Wow. None of this--and then some--would have ever occurred sans Dr. J.'s hard-earned skills!! Not to mention God's Amazing Grace!! And now? Over one year ago, I was diagnosed with folliculitis decalvans. I am losing my beautiful hair. Eventually I will be completely bald. In a matter of time, I'll unveil those twain hidden craniosynostosis scars. And lately? I have felt self-conscious--ashamed even--of my craniosynostosis scars!! And during the rare, fleeting occasion when I delve into feel-sorry-for-me thoughts/feelings/emotions? Honestly? I think that somebody such as myself should not have folliculitis decalvans. Somebody such as myself should not be losing her hair. But complex thoughts/feelings/emotions set aside? Until my diagnosis of folliculitis decalvans, I was never grateful for any of the positives that have arisen from being born with craniosynostosis/Dr. J.'s skills. And now? Although, I do continue to feel self-conscious of my craniosynostosis scars. I am actively working on that!! When I think about my Frankenstein-like craniosynostosis scars? I am thankful for them both!! Because I'm so very glad to be alive!! Question. Why did it take a journey with folliculitis decalvans for me to truly become thankful for my craniosynostosis scars?!



Saturday, August 30, 2014

Look Fear In The Face


Blogging Friends.... This was the July quotation from my wall calendar. Only they did not print her every word!! Sad!! So here is the quotation in whole!! I like it.... Her words feel somewhat symbolic to my folliculitis decalvans journey!! How so? I'm choosing to "look fear in the face" as I gradually accept Reality that I will eventually lose my beautiful hair, go bald and unveil twain surgically-created craniosynostosis scars!! One step at a time!! Love you later.

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do. --Eleanor Roosevelt

Look for my September fictional children's book to be posted on Minuscule is good! {Lord willing!!} on September 1st!! And do not forget to leave a comment!! 




Tuesday, August 26, 2014

"Beautiful"--To Me--Is....

Blogging Friends.... Sorry for not posting at all last week!! I feel like a terrible Blogger lately!! And I haven't got any reasons or excuses for my absence from Beautifully Unique, as last week was not very busy!! Love you later.

Taken from my private Word document journal/diary entry!! Some changes were made, as per usual!!

Feel-sorry-for-me pity parties. I have--throughout my adult Life--thrown several. More than I can count, I'm afraid!! All because I live with unwanted learning disabilities. I especially despise my premature short-term memory loss!! Yes. I have--throughout my adult Life--thrown some feel-sorry-for-me pity parties. Nothing serious, lest anybody wonder!! I've learned over the years that I can quickly bounce back from feel-sorry-for-me pity parties!! Not to mention. I can also learn from them!! And, while I do experience thoughts/feelings/emotions regarding having folliculitis decalvans {Some positive. Others negative.} I have--somehow!!--evaded any feel-sorry-for-me pity parties!! Yet, whenever I read about other people's journeys with hair loss-related diseases/issues, their stories are all the same. Hopeless. Despondent. Depressed. I was researching folliculitis decalvans sometime in the beginning of Summer, and came across several forums that were written by fellow Kindred Spirit sufferers of my disease. Same sad stories. One person even wrote these words. "It is attacking my confidence and driving me into depression at an age where I should be getting ready to graduate and begin my career. I'm at the point where I've lost my drive for self improvement and my desire to even leave the house." Mmmm.... Then, being driven by such desolate thoughts/feelings/emotions, I made a promise to myself. I will not let folliculitis decalvans and hair loss issues make me hopeless, despondent or depressed!! So instead? I count my blessings and am grateful. I find humor in the situation. I smile. I laugh. I maintain a positive attitude. I evade tearful mood swings. I choose joy. Because I have at last learned that happiness is a choice!! And I choose to let folliculitis decalvans change me in only positive ways!! For during the course of this Summer alone, I have evolved, grown and matured as a person!! All because of an embarrassing disease called folliculitis decalvans. How so? Aside from counting my blessings and being grateful? Finding humor in the situation? Aside from smiling? Laughing? Maintaining a positive attitude? Aside from choosing joy and happiness? Uncharacteristically evading tearful mood swings? Oh, where to begin....? I have learned unexpected lessons in vanity. By the way? I continue to learn this lesson!! I have found myself crushing on Vin Diesel. What? He is completely bald!! And I have never crushed on a celebrity who does not have any hair!! Ever!! This is a cosmic first for me!! See, every male celebrity that I've ever crushed on has hair!! I have accepted folliculitis decalvans' inevitable progression. Because there is absolutely nothing I can do about it, anyway!! I have gained self-acceptance. And I continue to learn this lesson!! I have become less self-conscious. And I continue to learn this lesson!! Yeah, I am actively working on that one!! I have begun noticing bald/balding men and--for the very first time!!--I find them attractive!! Did I mention that I'm crushing on Vin Diesel?! I have gained self-acceptance. Again. Because Life--for me--is seemingly one self-acceptance issue after another!! And I have completely redefined my definition of "beautiful". I know now more than ever that it isn't physical appearances!! For "beautiful"--to me--does not mean a pencil-thin body. No. "Beautiful"--to me--does not mean being laugh line-free. Quite the contrary!! I, for one, find laugh lines very attractive!! Especially Robert Downey Jr.'s!! And "beautiful"--to me--definitely does not mean having no surgically-created Frankenstein-like craniosynostosis scars and a full head of hair!! Because "beautiful"--to me--is what's inside.


Saturday, August 16, 2014

It's Happening....

Blogging Friends.... I feel like I need to be honest with you. I just realized this week that--unbeknownst to me--I've been putting on a "brave act" regarding my journey with folliculitis decalvans. Yes, I do have negative thoughts/feelings/emotions. But they are short-lived and kept private. Yes, I have experienced woe-is-me feelings. But they are short-lived and kept private, as well. No, I am not strong every day, all the time. But I understand that even brief negative thoughts/feelings/emotions, and woe-is-me feelings are completely "normal". Yet, I choose.... To remain positive. I choose.... To count my blessings and be grateful. I choose.... To find a witty sense of humor amongst my hair loss issues. I choose.... To laugh. I choose.... To evade tearful minor mood swing infused pity parties. I choose.... Joy. And I choose.... To put on a brave act!! Love you later.

Taken from my private Word document journal/diary entry!! Some changes were made, as per usual!! Written on 8-8-14 and 8-9-14.

It's happening. The further progression of my folliculitis decalvans. It's officially happening. And the most frustrating part about this? I am swallowing a medication that is supposed to prevent F.D.'s progression. I'm even nearly finished with bottle number two, for Heaven's sake!! I noticed it on Tuesday, August 5th, as my niece, "Amethyst" and I watched age-appropriate YouTube videos together. Like "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse". "Part of Your World" from "The Little Mermaid". Or "Minnie's Bowtique". I had been experiencing an itchy, itchy, itchy scalp next door to Baldy ever since stopping medication number one--or as I call it Plan A!!--so, naturally, I scratched the area. And scratched it. And scratched it. And scratched it some more. Doing so never caused me any physical pain. Never. If anything, it felt good, as though I were massaging my freakishly hard head!! Ahhhh.... And oh, boy did I love how it felt!! In fact. I have even cracked jokes about having "a few bugs", like Kristoff in "Fixer Upper" from "Frozen"!! Now. My fingertips oft had a pus-like substance on them after scratching the area. But. As an injury-prone, clumsy person, I have never cringed, grimaced, or became grossed out about pus!! However. While "Amethyst" and I watched kid-friendly YouTube videos together--I honestly cannot remember what!!--my nose smelled an all-too familiar bodily fluid. Blood. Certainly enough, it was on my fingertips and twain nails. Yes, being an injury-prone, clumsy person, I can determine the smell of blood. It's a gift!! I can also determine blood by its sticky substance!! My immediate thought? Blood. I know all too well what this means. Blood means furthermore hair loss. As I kept watching age-appropriate YouTube videos with "Amethyst", I attempted my very best to forget everything. My itchy scalp. The blood. Probable furthermore hair loss. This was easier said than done as even Donald Duck, Chip and Dale could not erase Reality. Oh, yeah. Donald Duck was one of the classic cartoons that we had watched!! Once I distracted "Amethyst" and encouraged her away from this very flat screened desktop computer, I looked at my reflection in our Boy's Bathroom mirror. First, I needed to part remaining hairs. And there it was. In the area where I had been scratching. It was another bald spot. Red, enflamed, scaly and bloody, it is {Thus far!!} much smaller in size than Baldy. Nonetheless. It is another permanent bald spot. And I know all too well what this means. My hair will not grow back there. Ever. And there is absolutely nothing I--or anybody--can do about it. Baldy has a next door neighbor. Then I took myself by surprise. Although I was not nearly as Drama Queen or vain as when Michael noticed Baldy last year, I did panic. Wait. What?! Was it because the sight of my own blood causes an irrational fear that I am bleeding to death? Or. Was it the dread which comes with knowing that I am slowly but surely losing my beautiful hair and going bald? I'm afraid it is the latter. Which greatly confused me. See, I thought I was completely at peace with losing my hair and unveiling twain craniosynostosis scars. No going back to old thoughts/feelings/emotions. I even needed to remind myself this. I don't give a damn. I don't give a damn. I don't give a damn. But truth be told? I am--this is not me putting on a "brave act"--completely at peace with losing my hair and unveiling twain craniosynostosis scars. No going back to old thoughts/feelings/emotions. No going back. But on the other hand? I am still processing Life's Reality that I will more than likely lose my hair!! And that, I think {As well as my little panic attack!!} is absolutely okay. It's happening. The further progression of my folliculitis decalvans.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Genie

Blogging Friends.... So I disappeared off the face of this Online planet, and, for nearly twain--TWAIN!!--weeks, I did not post on Beautifully Unique!! Whoops. That was purely unintentional!! But with being happily preoccupied as an Aunt to "Amethyst" and "Opal", I stopped posting for thirteen days!! So I guess you can say I went on a "Blog-cation"? I have, of course, continued writing {Nearly every single day!!} because writing keeps me sane!! Love you later.
  
Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck! --Genie

Did you rub my lamp? Did you wake me up? Did you bring me here? And now all of a sudden you're walking out on me? I don't think so, not right now. You're getting your wishes, so sit down! --Genie

Tell her the truth! --Genie

I awoke yesterday morning at 5:45 AM. I was groggy, physically tired, and needed at least one more hour of sleep. Which, by the way, I got!! But my crazy never-shuts down head always seemingly wakes up faster than my body!! And I do not even drink caffeine-loaded coffee!! The very first thoughts that appeared within my head yesterday morning? Those above Genie lines from Walt Disney's animated film, "Aladdin"!! Now this was anything but random. And definitely unlike when I quote Tony Stark/Iron Man lines on a daily basis!! It was completely unplanned. I mentally quoted those three Genie lines in memory of Robin Williams, as he played his voice. Then my emotions were confused. Should I smile? Cry? Laugh? I think I smiled!! Confession. I haven't seen many--if not most--of Robin William's films. However. This does not erase the very fact that--thanks to Genie--I grew up with Robin Williams. When I saw msn.com's shocking red-boxed "breaking news" about this beloved Hollywood actor's death, my reaction was a dramatic, "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh!!" And I had yet to even read the words "apparent suicide" or later hear on a local/nation-wide radio news station how, exactly, Robin Williams killed himself. Like every single one of his fanatics, I was left feeling shocked, saddened, and heartbroken. Then I thought this. Just last year, I read a Parade magazine article about him. I thought he was doing good!! After those three Genie lines appeared within my head at 5:45 AM yesterday morning, the song "Friend Like Me" from "Aladdin" also did, as Robin Williams sang it himself. I love an actor who can sing!! So did the song "Prince Ali", as Robin Williams also sang it. Once I awoke around 7AM, I began thinking. If those three Genie lines can just pop into my head, then I must have really liked that character!! Huh. I do remember crushing on Aladdin. As well as--thus according to my sister--Jafar. Because I'm an oddball, I have always had a thing for villains!! My sister has even teasingly said that I am "addicted to bad guys"!! Maybe. Maybe not!! Now as for my liking Genie? I makes perfect sense, since I have always loved crazy dudes!! Robin Williams was a cosmic part of my childhood. And truth be told? Genie has remained a cosmic part of my Life!! See. In my Life Story, I wrote this. You know what? If some crazy blue genie voiced by Hollywood actor Robin Williams in a shiny golden lamp were to allow me three wishes, I would request away my premature short-term memory loss. That's right. Three times. Perhaps in doing so, one could at least become reality. Wouldn't that be nice? Of course. Genie would most likely never allow me the same three wishes, as he was a stickler for rules. But I had to try. Right?! Then later I wrote this in my fictional book, "Made For Each Other". {February} All I want is to be 'normal', whatever 'normal' is, Julian has often thought, If some crazy purple genie in a shiny golden lamp were to give me three wishes, I would ask away my short-term memory loss. Yes. That, too, was inspired by Robin Williams/Genie!! I will close this with these lyrics.

You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend,
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend,
You ain't never had a friend like me!
You ain't never had a friend like me!

Goodbye, Robin Williams....




Thursday, July 31, 2014

National Mutt Day/July 31st

Blogging Friends.... Guess what?! It's National Mutt Day!! This very special celebration--which is written on my calendar!!--of Beautifully Unique mixed breeds only comes but twice a year!! July 31st. And December 2nd. But then again. For those who are blessed to love and own mutts. And those who embrace their mixed breeds, as just as important as purebreds. We celebrate National Mutt Day all year around!! I love, love, love Rose!! And I adored Shadow before her!! 75 percent of canines who enter shelters nationwide are mutts. 75 freakin' percent!! So. "Say it loud, say it proud", as that phrase goes. And chant with me now. WE LOVE MUTTS!! WE LOVE MUTTS!! WE LOVE MUTTS!! WE LOVE MUTTS!! WE LOVE MUTTS!! Wasn't that fun?! Love you later.

{Taken from National Mutt Day's Website!! { http://www.nationalmuttday.com/index2.htm } They also have a Facebook page { https://www.facebook.com/NationalMuttDay#!/NationalMuttDay } which has been very fun these days as mixed breed canine owners worldwide have posted pictures of their cuties!! Check it out!!}

National Mutt Day was created in 2005 by Celebrity Pet Expert and Animal Welfare Advocate, Colleen Paige, and is celebrated on both July 31st and December 2nd. National Mutt Day is all about embracing, saving and celebrating mixed breed dogs. The biggest percentage of dogs euthanized in due to the constant over-breeding and public desire of designer dogs and pure bred puppies that are sold to pet stores supplied by puppy mills that often produce ill and horribly neglected animals. National Mutt Day was created to be celebrated on two dates per year to raise awareness of the plight of mixed breed dogs in shelters around the nation and to educate the public about the sea of mixed breed dogs that desperately await new homes. Mixed breed dogs tend to be healthier, better behaved, they live longer and are just as able to perform the duties of pure bred dogs - such as bomb and drug sniffing, search and rescue and guiding the blind. There are millions of loving and healthy mixed breed dogs sitting in shelters, who are desperately searching for a new home. One of the county's most famous movie dogs is Benji, is a mixed breed Terrier. So please visit your local shelter and find a new friend today! If you can't adopt a mixed breed friend on July 31st and December 2nd, please donate at least $5 to your local animal shelter, as they all need financial assistance and every dollar counts! You can also volunteer to walk a dog, donate food and other supplies needed to your local animal shelter or make a donation in the memory of a loved dog who has crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Our goal is to save 10,000 Mutts this July 31st and December 2nd from coast to coast!

ADOPT A MUTT! PLEASE SPAY & NEUTER YOUR PETS!


Shadow Sunshine, my German Shepherd/Golden Retriever mix!!


Rose Elizabeth, my Mystery Dog of a mutt!!

Oh yeah!! Look for my August fictional children's book to be posted on Minuscule is good! {Lord willing!!} on August 2nd!!