Back in Wenatchee
Wow, it seems like it’s been a long time since I’ve been in Wenatchee. I’m here pet sitting three adorable and lovable dogs.
Besides enjoying walking around Birch Mountain with the pups, I’m able to spend some much needed time with my family and friends before heading back over the pass to the west side again.
Las Vegas!!!
After our wonderful week in Mexico it was time to head to Las Vegas to complete Susie’s 12 day 60th Birthday celebration. As a gift to ourselves, Susie & I decided to fly first class, a first for both of us! It was a wonderful experience!
Susie was so generous. She paid for our entire trip to Las Vegas. We stayed at the Paris,

We went to Cirque du soleil and Menapause.
We sat on the terrace of the Paris and had dinner while watching the beautiful fountains of the Bellagio.
We had a wonderful champagne breakfast at the Rio
And then headed down to Fremont
And Susie ran into a girl celebrating her 21st birthday!
This was the ending of a perfect celebration! We were all totally exhausted by the time we went home. After all, we’re not as young as we used to be but I think we still know how to have one heck of a birthday bash!
How Pet Insurance Can Save You Money
Here is a guest post written by my daughter, Heather Kalinowski. As the mom of a five-month-old baby boy and two dogs, she is always looking for ways to be thrifty. She works for Trupanion pet insurance and truly believes in the benefits – both financial and emotional – a pet insurance policy can provide.
In today’s economy everyone is looking for ways to save money. For pet owners, saving money requires evaluating even more things, including pet food, grooming costs, boarding or pet sitting expenses, and veterinary care.
Unfortunately, for many pet owners, veterinary care is the biggest thing that digs into the family budget. While expected expenses such as yearly exams, vaccinations, monthly flea medications, and dental care can be easily factored into the budget, the unexpected expenses like major injuries and illnesses can cause a huge amount of financial strain and can lead to heart-breaking decisions.
Pet insurance is one way pet owners can help protect their finances in these difficult situations. When a major medical condition develops in their pet, pet owners with insurance can easily and immediately opt for the best medical treatment available without worry of cost.
When you are trying to be thrifty, it can seem counter-intuitive to pay an insurance company a premium every month on the chance that it will pay off in the end. However, pet owners who cherish their pets as part of the family and who may not be independently wealthy need the financial reassurance that if something catastrophic does happen with their pet, they will be covered.
It makes a lot of sense when you consider how veterinary treatment has advanced in recent years and the increase in expense that comes with those advances. Medical conditions that were once thought to be fatal in pets like cancer and diabetes are now curable with veterinary care that rivals that available to humans.
But if you don’t have the funds to pay for these advanced services, you only have two choices – max out as many credit cards as possible, plunging yourself into debt, or make the heart-wrenching decision to leave your pet untreated. With pet insurance, you don’t have to worry about making this decision – you are financially covered and in the end, you end up saving up to thousands of dollars.
Zihuatanejo, Mexico!!!
I am lucky enough to be able to go to this wonderful little town of Zihuatanejo again this year. My good friend and traveling partner Susie has joined me to meet up with my sister Bonnie and her husband Gary along with some other good friends. This year Susie turns 60 so this is her Suzapalooza. A week and a half of celebrating and having fun up until her birthday on the 6th of February when we will be returning to Seattle.
We are once again staying at La Cas Que Ve Del Mar. A beautiful complex on the hill up from La Ropa beach.
Our favorite thing to do while we’re here is to head to La Ropa beach in the morning and spend the entire day at a friendly restaurant called Elviras. We spend the day laying on lounges, walking along the beach and playing in the water.
In the evenings we usually head out to one the the great restaurants for dinner.
We had dinner at El Suspiro’s one night. It has great food and a wonderful view of Zihuatanejo and La Ropa beach.
We spent one day in Ixtapa. What a contrast from the little fishing town of Zihuatanejo. Ixtapa is a big tourist town with huge all inclusive resorts with hundreds of people crowded around the pools. We had lunch at one of these resorts called Barcelo’s while overlooking the white sand beach.
And of course our trip would not be complete without going to the Sunset bar at least once during our stay.
Our time here in paradise has almost come to an end. It’s just never long enough. The good news is that the next stop is Las Vegas where we will continue celebrating Susies birthday!
Petsitting on Lake Chelan
Not only do I have the pleasure of watching two animals that I love; Halle a fun standard poodle who loves playing in the snow, having her ears rubbed and snuggling with me in bed
and Jack a big cuddly cat who adores laying next to me to make sure he gets lots and lots of loving
but I get to do this on beautiful Lake Chelan where the sunrises have been spectacular!
I’ll be leaving for Mexico next Friday and I’m SO looking forward to the sun and warmth, but if there’s any place I’d rather be until then, it’s here watching the snow fall and enjoying these precious animals!
Babysitting my sweet little Grandson
Since I had a few days here and there between pet-sitting I get to watch my grandson LJ on my free days. We’ve been having so much fun! He likes playing with his toys now and is getting so strong.
He’s trying to go after his toys. I’m sure it won’t be long before he’ll be crawling.
His favorite toys are his “Jungle Gym” and his little Fish Merry Go round. He’s sitting in his little chair playing with both here.
He’s such a big boy! I’m not sure I can stand this much fun! I’m such a lucky, lucky Grandma!
New Years Eve 2011
I spent New Year’s Eve with Luna and Reilly again this year. It’s becoming a tradition. This is my third year that I’ve come down to Portland to ring in the New Year with these sweet little Iggy’s. It’s a tradition that I like a lot. I guess I’m past needing to ring in the New Year out partying and celebrating. I’ve had lots of those years. These days I enjoy reflecting on the years past and looking forward to what’s ahead. There are many New Years Eve’s that I will never forget, here are just a few.
When I was a young adult, several friends and family would gather up the kids and head to a place we called “the flats”. It was a big field close to our house that had the perfect sledding hill. Someone would build a huge bonfire and we would all go sledding, roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, drinking hot chocolate and giving rides on the four-wheelers until wee hours of the night. What fun!
I will never forget the last time my dad “rang the bell” as the clock struck 12. Dad had gone back to Minnesota years before and got the bell from his old school house. He put it on the roof of his shop and every year we would all go out so he could literally ring in the New Year. Dad had Alzheimer’s at the end so that last year was really special. My son Ben now has the bell. I know he remembers his Grandpa ringing that bell and hopefully he will give it a ring every now and then.
And how can I forget the year my daughter Heather and I went to New York City to welcome the New Year in Times Square. Wow, was that an experience I’ll never forget! We were corralled in the fenced in areas for hours with thousands of other people from all over the world waiting for the ball to drop. It was an experience of a lifetime!
It’s nice to look back on all the years that I’ve had with friends and family. And I’m looking forward to another wonderful year of adventure. Who knows what is in store for me in 2012. Bring it on!!!
Christmas 2011
I have to say that this Christmas has got to be labeled as one of my favorites, if not my very favorite in a long time! This year was shared with my entire family, all 28 of them!
For the first time in nine years my nephew and his family were here. After several years of living in California he transferred back to Washington State. We are SO happy to have them back so close!
My daughter along with her husband and new son LJ joined us for the first time in several years. They were living on the East Coast for several years and although they had moved back to Washington State last Christmas they spent the holidays with Joe’s family. This year was L J’s first Christmas so needless to say I was ecstatic that we got to share it with him.
My cousin Bruce and his wife also were in town to join us for the festivities. They are usually traveling during this time of the year so again, I was thrilled to have them with us. And joining us for the first time was Bruce’s brand new Grandson Oliver. He was a whole one week old on Christmas Eve! Thank you Dustin and Christina for joining us and showing off your new little bundle of joy! As soon as Heather, Joe and L J arrived we headed to the Wok About Grill for lunch. This is Heathers favorite restaurant and she had to introduce L J to it first thing!Then off to my niece Christi’s house to celebrate Christmas Eve with snacks and a Chinese gift exchange. What a fun night!
The next morning Heather, Joe, L J, Heathers dad, pups Jackson and Ava and I opened Christmas gifts before heading over to my son’s house. Heather & Joe got me a photo book of Willapalooza, my 60th birthday bash! What a special gift!
This is also the first year in many that I’ve spent Christmas morning with both of my children. What a special time!
I hope all of you had a Christmas that made you as happy as mine made me!
Merry Christmas to all of you!!!
A Father, Daughter & a Dog
This is a story by Catherine Moore. It was forwarded to me from a friend of mine. It’s so heartwarming I just had to share. Never underestimate the power of adopting a pet!
“Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!” My father yelled at me.. “Can’t you do anything right?”
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for another battle.
“I saw the car, Dad . Please don’t yell at me when I’m driving..”
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts…. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon . He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn’t lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn’t do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor’s orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone..
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad ‘s troubled mind.
But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, “I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article..”
I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon.. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world’s aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.
Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.
I pointed to the dog. “Can you tell me about him?” The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. “He’s a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we’ve heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.” He gestured helplessly
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.. “You mean you’re going to kill him?”
“Ma’am,” he said gently, “that’s our policy. We don’t have room for every unclaimed dog.”
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. “I’ll take him,” I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch… “Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad !” I said excitedly.
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust “If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don’t want it” Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.
Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. “You’d better get used to him, Dad . He’s staying!”
Dad ignored me.. “Did you hear me, Dad ?” I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw..
Dad’s lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of
streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years.. Dad’s bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne ‘s cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father’s room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad ‘s bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad ‘s peace of mind.
Thanks so much Barb for sharing this great story with me!




























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