Friday, November 16, 2018

Turn the Sidewalk Into a Catwalk During Your Dog Walks With WOOFinity Scarves



My life has gone to the dogs.  I know longer drool over the latest footwear; instead, I wipe up drool left by my beloved Chance.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.

And since my doggos are living their best lives with me in a DEE-luxe apartment in the sky, they should dress the part.  I hand knit  WOOFinity Scarves, chunky, hand-knitted scarves in merino wool or vegan yarn.




Whether you have a toy breed or XXL canine, WOOFinity Scarves add style and warmth to your pup on cold days.  Like today...






Available in $15, $20, $25, $30 and $35 increments, a gift certificate is perfect for that pet parent on your holiday list.  They can then choose the preferred color and neck size.  Click here  to purchase TODAY!


Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Waiting To Inhale




It's mind-boggling how quickly the holidays have arrived.  Aside from still holding onto what seems like yesterday's heatwaves, I find myself wondering if I will spring for a real Christmas tree, or settling for holiday accents.

Either way, we all need to start taking those deep breaths to sustain the manic lines, traffic and bad manners.  No matter how bad my day has been, I end it with the oil diffuser I was given as a birthday gift last year.  Having the choice to switch from lavender, citrus, lemongrass or eucalyptus oils is truly what I call an essential luxury.

And as with this AGPtek Oil Aromatherapy Diffuser Portable Ultrasonic Humidifier with 7 Color Changing, I can have my own little light show, to boot!

Sunday, November 11, 2018

My Twice-Rescue Baby!


Chance has been on my heart ever since I rehomed him in April, and as of my last post, I was detaching myself from his existence.  But ater a frantic call to action for someone to help, the person who agreed to rehome him for the third time GHOSTED on me.  Lollypop Farm, patient as they were with two anticipated pickup dates. told me he had to be removed Tuesday morning, or they would have to continue with their "procedure"...

So I did what any true Dog Mom would do; I SAVED HIM.  For the second time.  There was no way a dog of this quality should be euthanized because of a shelter's misinterpreted "agressive" label.  My baby boy has never met a stranger, and welcomes every person as if he's known them all of his four years of life.  It was fear of being in a strange environment, dogs barking around him as he sat behind bars.  Complete opposite of how I raised him in a loving, crate-free, run-of-the-house world.


I now have my baby back with me.  Any apprehensions the neighbors had when they first saw him were dissolved the minute he ran up to them with happiness and joy.  I respect the fact that some people will never be comfortable around a pit bull, and that is only beacuse the believe the myth of them being aggressive monsters.  So I exit our highrise building via the stairs (yes, we live on the seventh floor, which basically thrust us both into a workout regimen).  But when it come to Chance, I will do whatever it takes.

I am profoundly grateful for the purpose of prayer.  This dog means more to me than most will never know.  I was drafting a manuscript about the year leading up to this reunion, but the pain of pulling that emotional scab off was too much for me while was still mourning his absence.


I now know what my purpose is; to spread awareness of the discriminatory actions towards pit bulls.  Whether it is insurance companies, airlines, or the general public, people will never understand the love of a pit bull until they ADOPT one.  The shelters are overflowing with throways; lactating females that have been used to produce puppies, males that have been used to fight, puppies that are given as gifts without the thought of the patience and commitment it takes to raise one.

As for my baby boy, we're reunited, and it feels so good! His return is unexpected, so if you would like to join in the virtual celebration of his homecoming, click on his Amazon WishList!



Friday, November 2, 2018

If Given The Chance...


Life's traumas often find me putting pen to paper (or in this case, fingers to keyboard).  On this first day of November, I had decided it would be my "comeback", if you will, to the world I left two years ago.  A rekindling of the romance I wooed, posted and skipped through for seven joyful years.

Since my last post, I have endured verbal abuse, a restraining order trial, temporary living arrangements, six weeks of homelessness, therapy, toxic family members, divorce and finally peace in my own space.  When I say I have LIVED...

The one constant force through this journey was my rescue pit bull Chance. A self-proclaimed lap dog, he gifted me necessary emotional support in moments I felt I was not going to make it.  The irony to the journey is the fact that I could not bring him to live with me in my new apartment, thanks to the discriminatory banning of his breed.  I had no choice but to rehome him.  The first rehoming was a disaster, with the guy calling me one night to see if I could bring Chance dog food "because he got sick from the BOX of food purchased from a corner store"!  Bruh...

The second rehoming I purposely spent two hours at, to ensure the new pet parents and their brood of kids had the right chemistry. Well, that was in April, and after keeping in touch for a couple of weeks, my texts went unanswered.  I chalked it up to them feeling he was no longer my concern (i.e. helicopter Dog Mom), so I  dealt with the sadness of him no longer in my life.  And it was hard; I rescued him from a shelter when he was seven months old, and had to let him go at age 4.

So imagine my panic when I received a call from Lollipop Farm Animal Shelter on this first day of November, informing me that they have a dog that was a surrender whose microchip had my information.  Yup, my boy was taken back to a shelter; a place I promised him he would never be subject to.  Never to be caged in his crate-free life with me.

The swelling of guilt, sadness and helplessness all came rushing back, as I have nowhere to take him.  The only thing I am sure of is that I will go there tomorrow, because that dog has given me a purpose.  When there was no one there to comfort me, he would prop his front paws on the chair I sat in, lay his massive head on my shoulders and allow my tears to drop into his fur.

My plans on creating a celebratory post on returning to my blog has been blindsided.  Dogs have never been just a "pet" to me; and in life, their leash can sometimes lead you in a direction you had not planned.

Please pray that in my return, I have the chance to rescue him a second time.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Head Wraps Get Dolled Up



On this first day of Kwanzaa, I give to you my Hairitage Head Wrap Dolls.

Head wraps have been my chosen accessory ever since the winds of winter blew way my freedom of wash-and-go styling. So as I wrapped up for the season, so did my tresses.

But then I thought the creativity shouldn't end there; seeing how my Hairitage Dolls were already featured on our local news awhile ago, I decided to give Barbie head wraps with a "twist".  Due to the labor involved in styling them, these dolls did not come to play!


Sunday, December 25, 2016

My Christmas Wish


Christmas 2016 is different. 

Something in the air has me colder than I have ever been, my desire to bake confectionery bliss never arrived and the angst of the world has me off balance.  It is that something in the air that has me pensive beyond the typical, end-of-the-year vibe.

Just as there is a mother bubbling with excitement over her child's First Christmas, there is also a child facing a devastating first Christmas without their mother. There is someone waking up to an empty refrigerator, while the masses post food porn updates on their social media timelines.  Such is the Yin Yang of life.

My philosophy has always been to look for the light, even in the darkest moments.  And it has become quite challenging lately, with a President-elect showing us how he will be running the country in 140 characters or less. I pray for the safety of those who will walk into the doors of churches today amidst terrorist threats, and for the countless military men and women missing home-cooked meals.

And yet, there are so many things I am grateful for: excellent health, sound mind and dreams to fulfill. My Christmas wish to you is that you receive these priceless gifts as well.