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Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Having a pet in one’s life is something that can be incredibly rewarding. The unconditional love they offer springs from trust, appreciation and fierce loyalty. One of the most difficult parts of being a “pet parent” is when your animal is unwell or injured. Unlike a child that can tell you their tummy hurts or that they’ve stubbed their baby toe, a dog or cat will just get lazy all the while staring up at you with fearful eyes and dilated pupils. What’s wrong is anyone’s guess.

Around the middle of last week, Jordy started to display a behavior known as “scooting”, where he’d plunk his butt on the ground, lift his hind legs and propel himself forward with his front paws. Add to this the fact that I’d take him outside and he’d sit on the concrete rather than pee when it was time to go to bed, I knew something was wrong. By Friday morning, I felt a lump on his rump that was accompanied by some seepage. It was time to call the vet.

I always trust the great people at Yaletown Pet Hospital to deliver the best possible care to Jordy, so I was disheartened to learn their next available appointment was a week away. I stressed the severity of the situation and the fact that I suspected an infection, so they managed to squeeze an appointment in that very afternoon.

After a few minutes with Dr. Spooner, I soon learned that Jordy’s minor irriation was, in fact, a bacterial abscess on his rear end – likely caused by something he sat in or on. The sudden abscess was the size of a green grape under his skin and, left untreated, was likely to rupture outwards. My little guy was in obvious pain and discomfort which did nothing short of break my heart. After a quick expression (Google) to relieve some of the pressure, we were sent on our way with two weeks’ worth of antibiotics, painkillers and anti-inflammatory medication. I had instructions to hold a hot compress to Jordy’s behind four or five times a day to hopefully bring the swelling down and avoid a rupture. Should it reach that point, surgical lancing would be required.

It’s been four days and Jordy’s world has changed immensely. His rear end no longer looks like a battleground and instead has healed almost miraculously. The medications combined with rest and extra snuggle time has made all the difference for him. He’s back to playing, running, cuddling and generally acting like a little monkey.

Sometimes it’s really difficult to make decisions on my own regarding the health and welfare of my furry loved one. There’s no sounding board to hear me out, nor someone to tell me to chill if I’m overreacting. However, even a minute in pain and suffering is too much in my opinion, so it’s better to be safe than sorry. I want to thank the amazing staff at Yaletown Pet Hospital for not only taking my concerns seriously and finding a solution to Jordy’s ailment, but also for offering him the very best care he deserves. YPH is most certainly a prime example of how to treat your clients and customers – something I think we could all use a little bit more of.

Jordy – Also known as: J-Man, My Foxy Little Man, Love Muffin, J, Lil’ J, J-Fresh, Buddy, Sweetpea, Mister, Jords, Monster, Little Monkey

His ears were pasted back on his head, his fur dull and coarse and tremendous fear reflected in his eyes. The photo I saw of Jordy on his adoption profile was accompanied with the label “high anxiety” and he had enormous emotional issues, mainly because he’d been re-homed a half-dozen times in only three short years. There was something about him that I couldn’t get out of my head, and I found myself visiting his online profile numerous times each day until I finally decided to bite the bullet and submit an application form for adoption.

The response e-mail I received informed me that several other applications for Jordy were pending, but that it wasn’t a first-come, first-served basis. Jordy would go to the person best suited for him, so I applied anyway. As luck would have it, the other applications were never fully processed and after nearly six weeks of filling out forms, reference checks, phone interviews and a home visit, I was finally invited to meet Jordy at his foster home in Duncan.

He was nothing more than a dark silhouette on a landing who refused to come downstairs when I walked in the home. He was the typical sad orphan in the corner who wasn’t playing or interacting with the other foster dogs and it broke my heart. However, after more than an hour spent together and a walk in the woods, Jordy warmed up to me considerably – and more than any other prospective adopting “parent” that had previously met him. I decided that I wanted to go through with the adoption and, one week later, returned with my mom and Rebecca to bring him home.

That was one year ago today and I can’t begin to tell you the difference a year makes. Back then he truly was the high anxiety dog he’d been labeled as, was constantly panting and breathing rapidly – even in his sleep. Though he was house-trained, it took close to four months to find a routine that stopped him from marking inside. Taking him to the dog park or asking him to shake a paw would elicit nothing more than a blank stare.

Today he’s happy, bouncing, relaxed, sweet-mannered, loves to destroy his toys and his treats, interacts and plays with other dogs at the dog park, gets excited over having sleep-over vacations with my mom and aunt, knows more than his share of tricks and is as lazy as a teenager when it comes to sleeping. Seeing the progress this formerly neglected dog has made truly warms my heart a hundred times over every single day, even if just in the way he greets me with cuddles and kisses every time I walk through the front door.

Today we’re celebrating one year together, coinciding with his fourth birthday. I couldn’t imagine my days without him around.

If you’re considering bringing a dog into your home, please first consider the immense undertaking of time and potential expense involved. Second, I strongly encourage you to explore adoption options from either your area SPCA or a local adoption/rescue agency. Jordy was adopted from Furever After Small Dog Rescue in Qualicum Beach. Supporting pet stores and breeders will only contribute to a nation-wide pet population epidemic, while there are hundreds of dogs across BC that are amazing, wonderful and crave nothing more than a warm, loving home.

With me and Rebecca’s trip to New York City on the horizon, I thought it crucial to replace my sad little point-and-shoot Canon with a beefed up Nikon D3000. It will be the trip of my lifetime, so I want to take the very best shots with which to remember it by.

I picked up the new camera several days ago and haven’t yet had the chance to go through the manual to see what this camera is capable of. Instead, I grabbed Jordy and headed to the park to snap a few test shots to get a feel for the equipment.

Finally, after seemingly endless days of eating, cooking, baking, wrapping, unwrapping, smiling, drinking and running around, I’ve had a day to do nothing. It’s 4:20 p.m. and I’m in my pajamas – still. I briefly dressed myself long enough to take the dogs for a long, long walk, after which I could feel the workout in my ass and thighs. Nothing has felt tight in days, except perhaps my jeans. I love winter weight.

Lately I’ve become pitiful at taking photos of things as they happen. That’s not to say I haven’t snapped any, but this is all you get. Let’s begin with three photos of my niece intriguing herself with one of the gifts her favourite auntie bestowed upon her, shall we?

It’s a musical octopus. Each tentacle plays a different note in the music scale. The best part? It’s lightly vanilla-scented (no word of a lie).

Years ago my mom was happy to resign herself from baking and cooking duties, leaving the responsibility to myself and my sister-in-law. While Laura took care of Christmas Eve, I pulled out the stops on the big day. I like to call it my Ziggy Stardust Christmas Banquet Table. Yes, that’s gold lamé that’s blinding you.

I also managed to bake four dozen fluffy buns from scratch, roasted a turkey, chopped and cooked sinfully delicious stuffing with sides of yams, garlic red-skinned mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and roasted brussels sprouts with walnuts. You get the picture.

Kinda excessive, no?

Chillin’ with my buddy.

Each Christmas, my mom gives my brother and I an ornament that’s usually reflective of the past year. This one’s pretty self-explanatory.

This one represents my love of the ocean…

And apparently I enjoy shopping from time to time.

Anyone who knows me (and by that I mean knows me) understands the inexplicable affinity I have with First Nations culture. I have, in fact, been known to leave the First Peoples Gallery at the Royal BC Museum in tears simply because of overwhelming feelings. A few years ago my mother gave me a Haida sun from the reserve in Comox.

Daddy-O still joins us every year. I think he kind of looks like Jerry Springer.

Oma and Opa are always there too.

I’m basically obsessed with everything and anything that’s made by Wilton for baking. Sprinkles in my stocking.

My aunt bought me the last two seasons of my favourite sweaty, naked and incarcerated men. It’s HBO at its finest.

I have a plan for these…

Jordy matches everything at my mom’s house.

I really need to hurry up with this blog post so I can get moving on to more important things. I’ve opted for SNES with The Legend of Zelda.

You can’t actually tell, but the skirt of this dress was in three layers, each with a different pattern. I saved up many weeks’ allowance to buy it from Zellers. Be jealous. Be very jealous.

Guess who.

We popped open Christmas crackers with dinner and I found a blue fawn in mine. I’m thinking it’s a sign that my cake just might win the Interfaith Baking Competition.

Mom gave me a grey knit endless scarf for Christmas. I think I’m in love.

My brother and me.

This is how we roll.

Clearly I have a lot to look forward to in the next year, so I’m not filled with that dreaded “what now?” thought that usually takes over like a tryptophan nap. One thing I’ve traditionally done in January is execute a mini makeover in my home. This year I’m picking up an industrial shelving unit, storing all my cooking and baking wares on it to make more room in my too-cramped kitchen. In a few months it may be present time to me. My current lease is up at the end of March. With that, I’ve decided to stay another year in the studio I’m currently calling home before moving to a more spacious casa with a large kitchen and an actual bedroom.

It’s time to end the rambling and save the princess.

Living today – in the moment – has become my “thing” lately. I could elaborate but let’s not get boring, shall we? Anyway, if I don’t live in the moment, all the things I’m pumped about next year will be here before I know it and the little things will pass me by. In fact, so much is coming my way in 2010 that I’m already exhausted thinking about it all. Oy vey.

In no particular order…

10. No specific target date has been set, but I will be officially debt-free. Feel free to hate on me, but I’ve worked hard at it.

9. Celebrating my sweet-as-a-peach niece’s first birthday.

8. Shortly after that, celebrating one whole year with my love bug.

7. Fingers crossed that the Phoenix Suns will once again rock GM Place with another exhibition game during the pre-season, a game at which I will be screaming, yelling, cheering and jumping up and down in my jersey.

Photo: taminator on Flickr

6. TORONTO! Or, you know, a suburb-thereof. I really need to see this lady again. (Except let’s not hang with those guys, okay?)

5. Seeing John Mayer in concert on April 1 for the second time. (Don’t be surprised if I disappear for a few months after the show. It’s my hope that I’ll charm my way backstage, after which he and I will embark on a passionate and heartbreaking love affair. I suspect we will exhaust each other by summertime.)

Photo: Flickred! on Flickr

4. Love thy self: I’m one of those people who incessantly say “I want to…” and then never actually do it. I want to cook more gourmet food, drink more wine, have more parties, take more day-trips, rent a car sometimes and do anything and everything that makes me happy.

3. My first visit to New York City. I plan on leaving my heart there.

Photo: miss604 on Flickr

2. Get sporty. I don’t miss going to the gym but getting active makes my heart go ga-goong in more ways than one. I want to join a co-ed drop-in basketball league or just hit the courts with friends. Bueller?

Original Photo: Fernando Ariotti on Flickr

1. Embarking on the next decade of my life, a trip that someone special to me will also be taking this year.

Your turn: tell me what would make for your “Perfect ’10″. Feel free to make this a meme.

It’s one of those perfect Vancouver evenings – the kind where the weather assures us that Autumn has arrived but also that Winter will very soon come blustering in without much warning. It’s perfectly cozy.

The rain is falling in sheets, the wind is whipping around the City’s towers and whistling in the elevator shafts, leaves slick the sidewalks (and the boots that tread them), the coffee-pimping mermaid has decorated her shops in red, white and sprinkles and your humble narrator is once again blogging in her leg warmers.

Did I mention that I set up my Christmas tree last night?

While I had planned to wait until returning from Phoenix, I found myself sipping on a perfect peppermint latte yesterday afternoon. The taste created inspiration and my mind snowballed from there.

I got home from work and cleaned every inch of my 434 square-foot apartment before hauling three bags and a box from my storage locker. Tree, lights, sparkly ornaments, a shining star and a fistful of Christmas CDs.

Call me crazy but wouldn’t you make the most of something you loved so much? Christmas comes only once a year and it’s absolutely my favourite, so I’ll milk it for all it is worth.

I’m going to walk three feet into the kitchen and fry up a garlic and grilled cheese sandwich with squash and nutmeg soup for dinner. While I do that, you can stay here and check out my little man…

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

Do you paint? Run an auto shop? Knit? Distribute books? Own a shop of interesting and unique treasures? Provide a service that benefits the community? I’d like you to consider for a moment the fact that whatever you do can be of even further benefit if you wish.

When I first set out to bring a dog into my home, I found a wide range of rescue organizations across BC that were taking care of – literally – thousands of dogs that were neglected or homeless. Through that search, I stumbled upon Jordy’s profile page. At the time he was living in a foster home in Duncan on Vancouver Island, being cared for by a non-profit group known as Furever After Small Dog Rescue.

Monty, pictured above, was one of Jordy’s foster brothers. When first brought into care, Monty was filthy, emaciated, his teeth rotted and his fur was so horribly matted that the weight of the knots caused sores and bruises all over Monty’s tiny body. Both Rebecca and I had the chance to meet Monty and see the progress he’d made in foster care on the day I went to pick up Jordy to bring him home. Today Monty has bounced back triumphantly, only through the care and funds of Furever After.

Most of these dogs require emergency dental care, as well as even basic veterinary care (and most aren’t spayed or neutered), food, shelter and rehabilitation in order to be adopted out. This coming November, Furever After is holding a charity dinner and silent auction to raise these desperately needed funds. The group is entirely run by volunteers, and when the money dries up, the expenses must come out-of-pocket. 100% of money raised goes to helping the dogs!

If you have a service, product, item you’ve made or the like that can be auctioned off at this dinner and silent auction, please contact me as soon as possible. No item is too big or small and the dollar value isn’t important. Tax receipts can be provided for all items with an attached invoice/receipt detailing item value and business information.

For more information or to donate your item or service, please send me an e-mail. Any help is much appreciated! To learn more about the fundraising dinner, please click here or visit the Furever After Small Dog Rescue website.

Let me be the first one to say that I personally think clothing on dogs borders on the ridiculous. I must also preface these photos by saying that, when soaking wet, Jordy is visually half-size. His thick and down-like fur often takes hours to dry properly, and with the rainy season on the way, I don’t think it would be fair to subject him to being soaked to the bone each and every time he needs to go outside.

That said, Jordy got a rain jacket. At least it doesn’t have polka dots.

In person, it’s really more Maverick-esque, à la Top Gun.

After months of planning, preparation, anticipation and tireless fundraising efforts, the BC-SPCA’s Paws For A Cause finally arrived. While these walks were simultaneously taking place in communities all across British Columbia, Jordy, Charley, my mom and I found ourselves at Marina Park in Comox.

The sunshine decided to take a day off, but rain clouds didn’t damper the excitement everyone felt. Dozens and dozens of beautiful, amazing, playful dogs turned out to support their fellow animals.

I’m still waiting to hear the final tallies regarding how much money was raised both Province-wide and in the Comox Valley, but I have no doubt that the goals of $950,000 and $20,000 respectively were reached.

My readers have been completely awesome! Many contributed funds and many more offered supportive words of encouragement – both of which kept giving me the drive to keep up with the efforts I had undertaken to make. I’d like to take a minute to offer a huge thank you to my financial sponsors for their generous donations: Katrina Mellis, Danielle Ciavarro, Marda Mischa-Miller, Tyler Ingram, Tania Morrison, Sixty4Media, Madeline Lagden, Lindsay Davis, Phil Ogynist, Buster the Dog, Jennifer Stoddart, Mikis Manolis, Duane Storey, Tanya Martin, Winnie Sung, Nicole George, Colleen Brown, Blain Sepos, Erin McConnell, Dom Richards, “Jenn,” Sarah Dawson, A.M. Chalupa, Marlee McConnell, Craig Jangula, Eileen Henderson, Sea To Sky Network Solutions and Double S Sales (Courtenay Sears).

Between all of you, $1,590 was donated to help many grateful animals!

One of my favourite things about events like this is not only the socialization they provide for dogs – which is crucial to their well-being – but it’s also a lot of fun to watch the animals play and interact together. Anyone who doesn’t believe that dogs are loving, intelligent and communicative creatures is completely nuts.

A last hearty and huge thank you to everyone who participated, donated, encouraged and cheered all of us on around British Columbia. It’s classic cheese to say, but you’re the true heroes for giving of what you have for the betterment of another creature. One friend who donated told me that she did so because “there’s an animal out there that needs food more than I need a new shirt or a couple drinks at a pub!” That’s hitting the nail on the head and then some.

Stay tuned to my Twitter for final totals! (And don’t forget: just because this event is over doesn’t mean the need is gone. If you’d like to support, donate to or volunteer at your local shelter, please visit the BC-SPCA’s website.

I adore lazy Sundays, and Jordy was kind enough to let me sleep until 9:30 this morning. Most of today we’ve spent in front of the TV, escaping the heat. The weekend’s highlight was definitely making the trip yesterday to Gastown to visit Rebecca, Duane and others as they blogged for 24 hours straight to raise money for their respective charities. Congratulations to all of you tireless bloggers and a huge thanks to all that donated!

It seems that Jordy became the unofficial mascot – at least for the afternoon – and had his photo snapped a number of times…

Photo: TylerIngram on Flickr

Photo: Miss604 on Flickr

Photo: tris on Flickr

John Biehler and Duane both took some great shots that aren’t yet uploaded, but I’ll definitely post them as soon as I can!

In the meantime, my mom has been babysitting Sienna since last night and enjoying “Oma Time,” so she spent some time in the backyard with the cutest little girl in the world. Charley has taken an undeniable liking to Sienna, and I have no doubt the two will grow up to be peas in a pod.

How did you spend your weekend?