Isn't he cute? I love his markings, looks like a little saddle on his back, white claws, and the energy of seven four year olds....but it is great exercise.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Gypsy Blu is growing!
Isn't he cute? I love his markings, looks like a little saddle on his back, white claws, and the energy of seven four year olds....but it is great exercise.
Friday, October 10, 2008
meet GYPSY BLU the newest addition
Thought we would wait a little longer before getting a new dog but the universe had other plans for us. On Thursday, Oct 2nd we made a fateful trip to TISOL in White Rock for some cat treats for Pommer d'Terror, my awesome cat of 12 years. While cruising the store to see what they had to offer, April discovered the bulletin board and lo and behold, there was an ad for dachshunds for sale and it was a local phone number. April memorized it (which is a first) and used my cel to call the person. Yes, there was only one puppy left, he was 10 weeks old, he is dapple pilebag (never heard of this colouring before) but he has one brown eye and one blue eye. Did this matter?? NO!
April got the address and off we headed to just have a look.. (RIGHT!) All the while April kept asking me what I thought and how I felt about getting a new puppy. Truthfully, I just could not answer at that time. I did not want to influence her decision nor did I really know how I felt. It was so sudden. I just wanted to see the pup then let April make up her own mind. It was love at first sight - totally expected. She held the dog, played with him, talked to the breeder and watched to other dogs in the home. Yes, we did bring him home that night and I only got a few hours to visit him and then my 'Gramma's babysitting services' were required in Nanaimo. So, he is another week older and I haven't seen him since that first meeting. All week I have received phone calls from April, who is so excited at some new adventure Gypsy Blu has had or some cute little trick he has learned. It is just so delightful to hear about him and to hear the excitement in her voice. Coming home to no Porsche was terrible after such a great trip. Gypsy Blu is filling in the hole in our hearts quite nicely.
It seems it was just meant to be. Gypsy Blu was born the day after Porsche died, the ad was right there waiting for April to read it, he was everything she had on her wish list (except she wanted another female) and it is perfect that his eyes are different colours.
My awesome cat has met Gypsy Blu, sniffed around his head then decided it was time to depart for the upper floor. He has been sneaking peeks at Gypsy Blu when he is sleeping in the play pen but there have not been any more face to face confrontations yet. I expect that soon Pommer will come down and eventually they will be friends.
BACK from Australia !!!
Here we are, a month and a half after returning from our adventure of a lifetime and I still have not completed about our trip!! We still have not come down from the excitement of this trip. It was just that awesome.
On Saturday, Aug 30th we decided to have an easy day and went back to the Rocks to see the street market. This was a great way to spend our final day. Walking among all the vendors, buying some things, stopping to have tea at an English tea house. Yummy scones with homemade jam and Devon cream. Heaven... After we were finished at the market we took the bus back to our hotel to drop our purchases in our room and then quickly head over to Paddy's Market for some last minute things.
We had to buy another suitcase just for the stuff we had purchased throughout the month. Some were gifts, some were brochures, magazines, advertising about all the places we had seen. A nice bright ORANGE one. It would not be missed at the luggage pick up.. I just do not understand why that particular suitcase was labelled HEAVY ?
For some reason, the 14 hour flight to LA did not seem as long as the flight to Sydney. I was able to sleep for a bit on the trip back. The wonderful thing about this day was we arrived in LA before we left Sydney (according to our tickets.). We were not impressed with LAX. It is just as convoluted as it was in 1978 - the first time I was here. Oh they are building new walls and corridors and rooms but it still looks like a dog's breakfast. There isn't any choice in restaurants or fast food places. I was very hungry when we arrived here but had to wait until the 5 or 6 food options opened. Not what one would expect of an international airport!
The flight to YVR was uneventful. Nothing exciting, no turbulence, nothing memorable. I expected to find that my van had a flat tire but it had stayed inflated for the whole month and got us home safe and sound. All in all, I am happy to be home but sad to be home. There are so many more sights to see and places to visit in Australia, just not enough time this trip.
On Saturday, Aug 30th we decided to have an easy day and went back to the Rocks to see the street market. This was a great way to spend our final day. Walking among all the vendors, buying some things, stopping to have tea at an English tea house. Yummy scones with homemade jam and Devon cream. Heaven... After we were finished at the market we took the bus back to our hotel to drop our purchases in our room and then quickly head over to Paddy's Market for some last minute things.
We had to buy another suitcase just for the stuff we had purchased throughout the month. Some were gifts, some were brochures, magazines, advertising about all the places we had seen. A nice bright ORANGE one. It would not be missed at the luggage pick up.. I just do not understand why that particular suitcase was labelled HEAVY ?
For some reason, the 14 hour flight to LA did not seem as long as the flight to Sydney. I was able to sleep for a bit on the trip back. The wonderful thing about this day was we arrived in LA before we left Sydney (according to our tickets.). We were not impressed with LAX. It is just as convoluted as it was in 1978 - the first time I was here. Oh they are building new walls and corridors and rooms but it still looks like a dog's breakfast. There isn't any choice in restaurants or fast food places. I was very hungry when we arrived here but had to wait until the 5 or 6 food options opened. Not what one would expect of an international airport!
The flight to YVR was uneventful. Nothing exciting, no turbulence, nothing memorable. I expected to find that my van had a flat tire but it had stayed inflated for the whole month and got us home safe and sound. All in all, I am happy to be home but sad to be home. There are so many more sights to see and places to visit in Australia, just not enough time this trip.
Below is a letter sent to the Langley Times a few weeks ago. It is about my granddaughter and it is precious....
Little sister with a big heart
Published: October 02, 2008 5:00 PM
Updated: October 03, 2008 10:59 AM Editor: This is a tribute to a little girl who entered my life eight years and three days ago. She is my inspiration. She is my star. She is my family. She is a little girl who likes skateboards, Hannah Montana, pillow fights and babies. She likes swimming and she likes dancing. She is the most selfless child I have ever met.
My baby sister, who is not such a baby any more, turned eight years old last Friday. I haven’t bought her a gift yet; I wanted to ask her personally what she would like from me.
We chatted on the phone, all the usual chit chat about how school is going and what kind of cool gifts she received from her many adorable friends. She told me about her new skateboard. She told me about the $200 someone had given her. And she told me about a little boy named Cayleb.
Cayleb is a little boy with cancer (The Times, Aug. 30). I don’t know how my baby sister Lexie knows him, I don’t know what kind of cancer he is living with, I don’t know what his chances of survival are.
All I know is that my little star gave $190 of her happy birthday dollars to this little boy who is suffering.
My grandmother and I were at White Spot when we called Lexie-Loo to wish her a happy birthday. We had just finished buying winter boots and were happy to sit down and relax for an hour. Both of our hearts simultaneously broke and overflowed with love when that little girl told us ever so casually, “I gave the money to Cayleb.”
This little girl doesn’t care about her future car or college education. She knows that today, this minute, is all she can see. And all she can see is a little boy named Cayleb who has far less than she. Health. Life. Hope. A future.
Happy eighth birthday, dear baby sister.
Christina
Langley
Little sister with a big heart
Published: October 02, 2008 5:00 PM
Updated: October 03, 2008 10:59 AM Editor: This is a tribute to a little girl who entered my life eight years and three days ago. She is my inspiration. She is my star. She is my family. She is a little girl who likes skateboards, Hannah Montana, pillow fights and babies. She likes swimming and she likes dancing. She is the most selfless child I have ever met.
My baby sister, who is not such a baby any more, turned eight years old last Friday. I haven’t bought her a gift yet; I wanted to ask her personally what she would like from me.
We chatted on the phone, all the usual chit chat about how school is going and what kind of cool gifts she received from her many adorable friends. She told me about her new skateboard. She told me about the $200 someone had given her. And she told me about a little boy named Cayleb.
Cayleb is a little boy with cancer (The Times, Aug. 30). I don’t know how my baby sister Lexie knows him, I don’t know what kind of cancer he is living with, I don’t know what his chances of survival are.
All I know is that my little star gave $190 of her happy birthday dollars to this little boy who is suffering.
My grandmother and I were at White Spot when we called Lexie-Loo to wish her a happy birthday. We had just finished buying winter boots and were happy to sit down and relax for an hour. Both of our hearts simultaneously broke and overflowed with love when that little girl told us ever so casually, “I gave the money to Cayleb.”
This little girl doesn’t care about her future car or college education. She knows that today, this minute, is all she can see. And all she can see is a little boy named Cayleb who has far less than she. Health. Life. Hope. A future.
Happy eighth birthday, dear baby sister.
Christina
Langley
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