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A Sign of Love

Right after my Mom died, I got Tenzin.  He was probably the perfect solution to dealing with grief, as it was tax season, I didn’t have a fenced in yard and, well, he had energy.  And whoever said that you can’t buy happiness has not bought a puppy.  At the same time, a friend who had also lost a parent gave me a book that helped her through the process.  For the life of me, I cannot remember the title but it was a collection of stories complied by a doctor of which she had heard during her career regarding people contacting their loved ones from beyond.  I never had put much thought to it, but since I was wondering how Mom was doing, I read the book.  It was fascinating and it really started me thinking.  It especially came to me one morning – a very cold, but beautifully sunny February morning as I was standing outside in my pajamas as Tenzin was rolling around, running and doing everything else but what he was suppose to.  I was just standing there and all of a sudden heard a bird and thought, is that Mom?  Does she realize that I need a little boost and is coming back to give me encouragement?  I start to feel a warm glow throughout my body, thinking of the positive energy she must be sending me and start looking around for the bird.  I saw a beautiful cardinal, but it wasn’t singing so that wasn’t Mom.  Then, I turn and look down the street.  There was a big, black crow, eating some road kill, squawking up a storm.  (Apparently I should have paid more attention in 7th grade life science when we were learning bird calls).  My Mom would have loved that.  She had this wonderful sense of whimsy and would have just delighted in the look on my face.  And, the best part was that she was a great shot and couldn’t stand black crows.  My Dad had gotten her a pellet gun for Mother’s Day one year and she relished in the hunt, usually from her bedroom window in her negligee.  Was it Mom or not?  It really didn’t matter as it was the spirit of her that came back to me and was just what I needed at just the right time.

I was there to hear your borning bark

Nima had her first litter on August 4, 2008.  I was also pregnant at the same time, not that I was trying to experience this with our dog; it just happened to coincide.  Since I was the largest pregnant woman ever and was already into the final months, my role was limited to cutting the dental floss to tie off the cords and hand them to JoAnn, the owner of Nima’s kennel.  Holy man.  What an experience.  I had no idea what to expect, nor did Nima.  Puppies come out each in their own sack and it can be several hours between puppies.  We had an x-ray done and knew that there were 7 puppies total.   The gestation period is around 50 days, and JoAnn kept a close watch on her.  When she started to see Nima panting and straining, she called me and I raced over to her home.  When I got there, JoAnn was reading a book, “Dog Labor and Delivery”.   I immediately lost confidence and thought what a horrible owner I was and what did I get Nima into.  Soon after I arrived, puppy #1 tried to come out, but was stuck.  JoAnn jumped into action – working like a miracle worker to get the puppy out.  The puppy wasn’t breathing.  Then I REALLY saw the miracle worker in action as she did mouth to snout breathing and massaging the little girl’s chest.  After 20 minutes, the little dog started to breathe on her own.  Then came #2.  Then came #3.  Then came a big break.  We put each puppy up to Nima’s nose and she had absolutely no interest in them.  I thought, oh Lord – we’ll be bottle feeding this litter.  All of a sudden, #4 just shot out – no warning, no pushing, just shot out.  Nima looked at it and immediately, the mothering instinct kicked in.  She started cleaning that little baby and tried to nose the other babies to her belly.  Within the next hour, the remaining 3 came out – all breathing, healthy and tiny.  Nima’s big belly immediately went back to its original shape (I had hope for mine, which did not become a reality) and she laid on her side, with all 7 babies snuggled in.   She looked at me, growled in a low, guttural sound that can only be the sound of a mother protecting her young and I knew it was time to leave her be.  

Nima stayed with JoAnn for about 8 weeks and I went to visit each weekend.  I always received the same treatment – she was terribly excited to see me and I would take her outside.  She could be outside for about 3 minutes then desperately try to get back in to her babies.  I would take her in, put her in the kennel and she would proceed to growl ferociously at me.   When we brought her home after the last puppy was sold, I also had our baby.  An amazing thing happened in that Nima assumed a role with our little one – with each of her cries or movements, Nima was right there.  Just like a gentle soul to protect this new little being.   I took it as encouragement and comfort, until the night out little one was screaming, waking us all out of our dead sleep (which we had been in for approximately 1 hour).  Nima looked at me as if to say, “I had 7.  Clearly you can take care of 1.”

Best in Show, sort of

I have lived Best in Show, which if you have not seen the movie, it is a comedy about dog shows.  I would like to say that it is fiction, but truth be told, it was dead on.  When I got our second dog Nima, the name means “sun” in Tibetan and her kennel name is Legacy’s Little Miss Sunshine (I still wanted that sable colored female), I wanted to experience EVERYTHING with a dog, which meant I wanted to breed her.  And get the compensation for my efforts, meaning obtaining the AKC registration for her.   I spent one weekend in a Fargo hotel room with 2 other women and 7 dogs, 2 of which were unneutered males, 1 one which was 6 months old.  There is a new perspective to life when you are getting up at 4am to wash 7 long haired dogs in a hotel bathroom with a plugged drain, having to blow dry their hair with the hotel dryer as yours broke (after being bungee corded to the ceiling), the air conditioner doesn’t work and you have to be pretty yourself.  After getting “pretty”, you load 7 dogs into their individual kennels, load 7 kennels onto 2 carts (one with funky wheels) with bungee cords, load 7 kennels into the minivan, and drive 2 blocks to the  site.  Get all creatures into the auditorium, pulling the kennels over electrical cords, hearing them whine and trying to remember the potty schedule.  It is raining.  You do this three days in a row.  The highlight was standing in the ring and being screamed at or “coached” as some would call it, by a man regarding my technique for showing.  As I looked at the “coach”, I realized I had just seen him applying hair spray to his Low Chen – a breed which really only has hair on the head and is about 3 lbs.  All in all, I “finished” her in the ring that summer and was proud to have stuck it out.  Do everything in life once and the fun things twice.

I Love Dogs!

There is something about a creature that even though I could have just sat next to, if I leave the house to get the mail and come right back in, I am greeted as if I am covered in bacon. We have two Tibetan Terriers. I got the first as my engagement ring – I wasn’t big on diamonds and it was during a time when both my mom and my first used dog were dying. I learned of this breed while on a walk with Matt. I met a Tibetan named Louie and fell in love, right on the spot. I then mentioned to Matt that if we ever were getting married, I would rather have this breed than a diamond (read between the lines….it is termed a “rare breed”). And, to set expectations, I said that I would love a female, sable and white coloring and I would like to name her. Matt bought me Tenzin during tax season, while I lived in a house without a fenced in yard. He was male, black and white, and Matt named him. I could have been frustrated or angry that things didn’t go as I had planned, but then I thought, what could be better than to share my dream with someone else and it became theirs as well? I love this dog, he is so naughty and clever, that if he had a thumb, he could make himself a sandwich. I have never looked back or regretted not getting what I wanted, though there was the time he helped himself to a filet mignon right before the dinner…and that is not an isolated incident…

Who is The Happy Accountant?

I believe that it was Beth Wellesley of Promoting Brilliance who came up with the name “the happy accountant” when she was exploring phrases to describe the culture that surrounds Connie, my business partner and wife.

You are a lucky person if you can honestly describe your accountant using the term “happy” or similar adjectives such as joyful and cheerful. Taxes and finances are not typically the subject matter that incites laughter but I have heard countless client meetings that sound like Friday night happy hour escaping from the conference room when Connie is involved. Many times, I have reminded her to use her “inside voice”, but she just can’t seem to contain her enthusiasm.

This blog may or may not be about tax or financial matters, but it will be thoughts and stories about this crazy adventure we call life.