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DAY 8- RELAXING (Haiku) – #BlogFlash2012: 30 Days, 30 Prompts, 30 Posts

8 Aug


Tension’s taken charge

Months pass with no sweet avail 

Can’t count sleep sadly

Children’s Story About a Dog- My Dachshund Dog Lucci

19 May Children's Story About a Dog

Children's Story About a Dog

Hi Gang!

My children’s story about a dog is about Lucci, my adopted dachshund. Many of you may already know that I wrote LUCCI- THE NO SMOOCHIE POOCHIE for my nieces and nephew (2 of the 4 are pictured below-Coral and Sommer). What I haven’t yet talked about is my boy Lucci, the beautiful real dog that I was blessed enough to have in my life.

Handsome Cowboy and I were living in an apartment at the time with Dillon, the Basset Hound and Coco Bellini, a roly-poly Dachshund who we had adopted a year or so earlier.

Another tenant, who we’d usually wave to while walking the dogs, approached us one day. A woman she knew had told her that she had to relinquish two doxi dogs because she was moving to a place that didn’t allow pets, and asked her if she knew of anyone who might want to adopt them. She thought of us immediately and advised that the dogs were going to be brought to a shelter if not adopted that very same day. Nothing like a little pressure right?

Great, 4 dogs in an apartment (!!) was what we initially felt but then the thought of knowing those little guys would go to a shelter was more unnerving than a tight living space. We told the tenant that we would have to see if our dogs would socialize with the ‘new ones’ first and she arranged the meeting.

Thankfully, everyone got along fine and we brought Zeffrey and Zoe home. Who the heck is Zeffrey, you might ask. The past  owner had named the dogs with ‘Z’ names because she bought them in Zephyr Hills, Florida. Go figure. Little, tiny Zoe fit her name to a tee but Zeffrey just didn’t fit for me.

Now, I didn’t just go and change the little guy’s name on him; it happened quite naturally really. I’m half Italian and I’ve always told my hubby that Italian names and words sound like music. So, somewhere along the line I started calling Zeffrey ‘Zeffalucci,’ and eventually he became my Lucci. Handsome Cowboy still called him ‘Zeff,’ so I don’t think he was any worse of for wear.

I know a lot of dog lovers out there who comment that their gang follows them everywhere, even to the bathroom! Dillon and CoCo Bellini would charge right in, however; Zoe and Lucci would just ‘sit pretty’ at the threshold but would never enter. Eventually, they did barge in with the rest of the gang but it took a very long time.

It seemed that Lucci and Zoe were strictly trained, as there appeared to be fearfulness in their every movement at first. I try my best not to judge others’ training methods but,  because we have our four-footed family for such a short time, I choose not to put a lot of rules and orders in place for my dogs.  Sure, they all learn sit, heel and paw (‘don’t chew on that!’ and ‘don’t poop in the house!) and are certainly socialized but that’s about as far is it goes with me. Our animals rule our roost!

Whatever fear-training Zoe had diminished right away and she would follow us everywhere and run to us to give smoochies. She was so small as was her tongue that her specialty ‘nostril-lickies’ would tickle so much we’d sneeze!

However, Lucci literally (as it says in my CHILDREN’S STORY ABOUT A DOG- MY DACHSHUND DOG LUCCI) “would turn his nose to the left, then the right… and he would wrangle, and twist, and grumble when kissed.” We tried for months to get a smooch out of Lucci and eventually that wondrous day did come around when Lucci finally bestowed his sweet long-awaited smoochies.

The moral of the story, as reviewer Crystal Kelly understood it so eloquently, is “Lucci- The No Smoochie Poochie is just right for your young children who are learning the values of patience and understanding theconcept of love. Love is lived out in patience and LUCCI does a wonderful job of displaying and explaining this concept in a fun manner.

The images in LUCCI-The No Smoochie Poochie are very simple yet springs to life through the colors. I believe that the simple drawing style used here will encourage your children in creating like characters of their own.”

I thought you might appreciate learning some back story of the REAL Lucci and the other doggie characters in my funny, rhyming children’s book. If either you or your children have any questions about Lucci or the other pups in the book, please by all means ask away!

Lucci was one heck of a good dog and I miss him daily; yet he lives on in my children’s story about a dog-My Dachshund dog Lucci!


27 Apr

My dieting Coonhound Bella has arrived at her goal weight! Now that she’s fit, my thoughts to find healthy dog treats led me down memory lane to Camp Bowser.


I operated Camp Bowser Pet Retreat out of my home and ‘campers’ of any species were welcome. Dogs, cats, birds, fish, bunnies, guinea pigs, hamsters, and even several snakes enjoyed their own vacations while their families were away. Campers always departed with send-off gifts. Dogs received goodie bags of home-baked healthy dog bones.


That’s when I thought to make up a batch of healthy dog biscuits and do another ‘how-to’ blog post for all my animal loving friends.  So don your aprons gang and whip up these healthy, home-made dog biscuits for your four-footed loves! Dollars to donuts you’ll have everything you need in-house.



2 Teaspoons dry yeast

1/2 Cup lukewarm water

2 Tablespoons chopped parsley

2 Tablespoons minced garlic*

1 1/2 Cups chicken stock*

3 Tablespoons honey (Don’t mess with a measuring spoon (literally), just squeeze into mixture eyeballing it.)

1 Egg

5-6 Cups whole wheat flour  (I apologize. I underestimated how much w.w. flour I had in the pantry, so I had to switch to flour.)

* “An occasional low dose, [of onions, garlic and chives] such as what might be found in pet foods or treats, likely will not cause a problem, but we recommend that you do NOT give your pets large quantities of these foods.”  This point was brought up in a comment by Sugar B, who recommended using home-made chicken stock.


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. (180 C.)

In a large bowl, dissolve yeast in warm water. Stir in the parsley, garlic, chicken stock, honey and egg.

Gradually blend in flour, adding enough to form a stiff dough.


Transfer to a floured surface and knead until smooth (about 3-5 minutes). Shape the dough into a ball.


Roll to 1/4 inch thickness.


Cut out the dog biscuits using small bone-shaped cookie cutter, or any cookie cutter really. (Hint-Coat the cutter with non-stick cooking spray. This will eliminate a dough sticking nightmare!) Gather up the scraps, roll out again and cut additional bones.

Transfer to ungreased baking sheets, spacing the dog biscuits about 1/4 inch apart.

Bake for 30 minutes. (In between batches, invert a mixing bowl to cover your dough and keep it moist.)


After 30 minutes remove from oven, turn over biscuits and cook an additional 15 minutes or until lightly browned on both sides. Let cool overnight. (You can take all the dog bones and dump them on one baking sheet and set them in the oven to overnight. Doing so will make for crisper, crunchier dog biscuits.

[Word of Caution: Don’t do what I did and preheat the oven for dinner without removing the tray-arrrrg!]

I got a whopping 10 dozen small dog biscuits out of this batch. They keep and freeze well and your dogs will have plenty of home-made dog bones for some time to come. Why not knock out a batch for your dogs this weekend?

I’m going to bag some up to give out to our neighbor’s dogs. I’m also going to tuck this idea in the back of my head to use as unique and thoughtful host/hostess holiday gift for my dog loving friends.

I searched online for a dog bone biscuit recipe that was close to the one I used at Camp Bowser and I found it at Bullwrinkle.com. Please take a look at the site for other baked dog treat recipes and dog related items.

Bella (seen below…using a shot of her eating a dog bone would have hidden her pretty face), and Star my basset loved the bones.

The bones were too big for my little dachshund Luca, however; while skipping around the Internet I came across a plethora of dog bone cookie cutters in various sizes and special cutters for most dog breeds!

Between you and me gang, if the dogs don’t like them you might! They taste like crunchy bread sticks I swear 😉 I’d just throw in more garlic and parsley…maybe even Parmesan!

For another fun D.I.Y. pet project check out my post “Fab Vintage Suitcase Dog Cat Pet Bed-D.I.Y. Project” and whip up a snazzy pet bed in hours.

In closing, please consider downloading or ordering a print copy of LUCCI THE NO SMOOCHIE POOCHIE. A book makes a great gift for a child! Thanks for suggesting it your friends and family.

So tell me, who has the guts to comment that they ate dog biscuits when they were kids?

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The Getting to Know Me Post #3- Star aka Goat #4

9 Mar Goat #4

Goat #4This one was brought into the house as a 6-month old pup by the Handsome Cowboy. He held her out to me and all I could say was, “What’s that?” I said it with disdain in my voice no less. You see my 14-year old Basset Boy Dillon had just passed away the day before. I was heart-broken and a mess to say the least.

Handsome Cowboy had heard that I had lost another basset hound (Dex) in surgery years before. At the time I was living with my mother and she was told that one of the best ways to heal a mourning heart was to get another dog as soon as possible. My mother surprised me by taking a drive out to a basset hound breeder where I chose my pup Dillon. (He was twice the size of his siblings and was bopping one on the head with his big ‘ol paw when my heart first melted.) Dillon is also a character in my children’s book LUCCI THE NO SMOOCHIE POOCHIE.

I know Handsome Cowboy meant to help me but I was given absolutely no time to mourn the loss of my beloved boy. I looked at her and said, “You found a 6-month old at a puppy place. What the heck is wrong with her?”

“Well, she had a bad case of worms,” H.C. replied. Oh great, not only was I not given a chance to mourn, I was not given a chance to pick my own dog, and I was not given the chance that every basset owner dies for…to have a teeny-weeny droopy-eared spotted pup trip over her ears every time she runs! (Just think Elizabethan-collared dog who gets caught in the grass when it runs but with a basset pup it’s the ears that get ’em every time.)

Basset Hound Puppy

(A shot of Star? Nope, I got a wormy 6-month old but I couldn’t resist showing you a basset hound puppy.)

“Donna, she had the same markings as Dillon and acted so sweet that my eyes watered up. I couldn’t leave her then because it was as if she was meant for us.”

A few hours later, after watching her play and appreciating that she did indeed look an awful lot like Dillon, I realized that Handsome Cowboy was right. Star was meant for us, and soon she would fit right in…and I mean right in.

For instance, Star chose to share the bed right away. She does this thing I call ‘The Steamroller,’ where she climbs the steps to the bed and proceeds to march up my body and plop herself down on my chest. This is a pre-sleep move; she gets lulled with ear rubs, plows under the covers next to me, drops her head on the pillow, lights out. She does this while watching TV too (Please excuse the goofy pj’s. I’m *clears throat* years old and I still wear Winnie the Pooh!)STEAMROLLER DOG

We lived in South Florida when we first got Star but fast-forward to now to meet the Texas country girl. We all love it out here; however, Star is really in her element and has blossomed. She rolls in the hay, digs in the dirt, and sleeps in the sunshine.

Digger StarTree Star

My whole purpose for moving out to Texas was the possibility that I could have ‘livestock.’ Correction, livestock sounds business-like; my purpose was to have bigger critters on which to dote. So, we got our three little Boer goat kids, Daisy, Dixie and Dot three years ago this month. Well, soon after Star began acting like a goat. If the goats ate leaves Star would try to eat leaves. If the goats got grapes and carrots, Star only got carrots once I realized that she’d take the grapes and hide them all over the house.

Star really bonded with the kids.


Now, a few years later, you’ll still find Star wherever the goats are…unless she’s in the house.

Star and Luca

Then, you’re more likely to find Star flopping out cold somewhere. I’ve got a bad back so I use a heating pad a lot, and I’ve got to fight the dogs off to get at it. Here’s Star with our little dapple doxi Luca…he is such a Mommy’s Boy!

What Dog Beds

See those things all over the floor? (I swear that’s not dirt; the lighting’s weird!) Yes, my house is lined with dogs beds all over the place but when I tell star to get on her dog bed, she’ll look at me as if to say,”Dog bed? What dog bed?” Go figure they’ve all got me wrapped around their paws and hoovies!

Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy your weekend and give the little and big loves in your life tons of SMOOCHIES!

Oh nuts; I left something important out and that is to ask you all what stories do you have about a pet who might think he or she is something else or at least really relates to another species?  I know you’ve got ’em and this newbie blogger apologizes for not including this question in the first place. Go ‘head; you know you want to!

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