Living Life in a Fish Bowl!

Gloria’s take on life.

fast forward and insert changing circumstances

There have been some changes in our home this week.  Two things you can count on – change and God.

There was a brief time in our married life when the only pets we had were fish.  At one point we thought about becoming fishless.  (I especially think that when it is time to clean the tank.)

Meet Jasmine


When our youngest son moved out, he wasted no time in getting a puppy.  He now realizes why we would not let him or his brother get a puppy.

Fast forward and insert changing circumstances and Jazzy came to live with us.  We dog sat while he went off to college.  He has graduated and moved home to pay off some of that huge college debt.  Jazzy is very excited.

Meet Daisy May


She loves to curl up on our bed.  She enjoys it even more now that we have added another dog to our house and only she is allowed in there.  (btw the crazy flower pillow was made by my grandmother who died in 1980)

When we got Daisy May, she was a free to good home, declawed,  and spayed  cat – everything on Curtis’ list of requirements.  She belongs to us.  Actually she is Curtis’ cat, no doubt about it.  He says it is because he feeds her.  However,  I wanted to give her away and he said no.

So my oldest son, not to be outdone by his brother, gets a puppy.   Being the good puppy grandmother that I am, he was only allowed in my house a couple of times.  There are reasons we didn’t want puppies.

Fast forward and insert changing circumstances and my son has to find a home for his dog.

Meet Killian


I was dead set against adding Killian to our household – 2 big inside dogs??  Yet, this dog has seen my son through an extremely difficult time in his life.  He is part of our family.  How could I say no without seeing if the dogs would get along?

Would the dogs get along?

Fast forward and changing circumstances = the test.  Will they get along?  Killian is much bigger than Jasmine but Jazzy wasted no time letting  Killian know she is boss.

The test


So we now have two large dogs and one very unhappy cat at our house.    It is a good thing that our cat is sneaky  and fast.

Both dogs are social and under my feet.  That will take some getting used to. Life is about how you deal with change.  I choose to see this as an adventure.

Two things you can count on — change and God.   When it comes to change, I remind myself that change does not take God by surprise.  Whatever comes my way,  I know that with God I can handle it and He will work all things out for my good.  (Romans 8:28)   God is an ever present help in trouble.  (Psalm 46:1)  God is a God of hope.  (Romans 15:13)  God’s love is unending.  (Eph 3:16-19)

til next time


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January 21, 2016 Posted by | living in a fish bowl | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

dogs have feelings too

Our cat is thrilled.  She struts around the house.  She hasn’t ‘yelled’ at me all week.  She is one happy kitty.  See the dog is gone. 

It is has been a week since Curt took Daisy to the Humane society.  Last Wednesday was the final straw.  She had three accidents (small but none the less still messes) all in the morning.   If only one of us was home more, that would have made a big difference.  I volunteered to stay home – for the good of the dog of course 🙂  You know how far that got me.  LOL

I still find myself keeping the crusts for her and looking for her when I come in the door.  I guess I was more attached than I thought.   She is the most loving dog.   

We gave her four months.  On the one hand, four very long months.  On the other hand, only four months.   She adapted really well, that is except for that occasional one small thing.  The longest she was able to be successful was a week.  That is not long. 😦

What is the problem now?  Tonight after supper Curt told me he called the Humane society.  He wanted to tell them a couple of things he had  forgotten and to check on her.  If only they would have said that she has managed to adapt or better yet that someone is interested in her.  It’s been a week.  Yes, I am probably asking for the moon.  I just know that I sure didn’t expect the news we got.

What he was told is that she whines all the time and is not eating or drinking.   Now doesn’t that just make us feel better?  I asked him if we could go get her?  Andrew had the same exact question that I had.  

Do they even let you come and get a dog that you have dropped off?    Is that even an option?   The problem is that  we would be right back where we started.  I really hate no win situations.    

I’ve heard it said that animals do not have emotions.  Whoever said that was wrong.  Daisy misses us as much, if not more, then we miss her.   She may not understand, but she knows we have left her there and haven’t come back.  She is sad, terrified, and depressed.  Those are all emotions.  (I say depressed because I think that is the only reason I wouldn’t eat or drink for a week )

Do dogs have abandonment issues?? 

til next time

January 14, 2009 Posted by | just thinking about stuff | , , , , , , | 7 Comments

this wasn’t on my radar

The first nine hours of 2009 were great.    I had forgotten just how much fun overnights are.  I spent the first two with a great group of teenagers down at the church.  Pictures will be coming later.     

However, I did bail out when it was time for the movie.   This body is not sleeping on the floor.  I came home to sleep in my own bed.  🙂   Ah, the best of both worlds.

Andrew came home at 9:00.  He had managed to stay up all night.    However, he came upstairs to inform me that the cat had pucked all over his chair.  She does have a problem occasionally with hair balls.  I don’t like cleaning them up, but it isn’t bad.

 I asked him if  he cleaned it up.  Silly me.  The look was priceless until he said it stunk so bad that he couldn’t stay in the room.   Uh oh, Curt (my night in shining armor) was still at the overnight.  He is the ‘go to guy’ that cleans up after the animals.  We leave it for him if at all possible.   We are so thoughtful.  *grin grin*

Knowing he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, I head into the bathroom to get supplies and promptly step on a wet spot on the rug.  Grrrr, that dumb dog!  It doesn’t matter that last night she was off her routine.   Momma is not happy.   So, I lock her in the back porch.  Then I head back into the bathroom to  arm myself with paper towels, a wet rag, and resolve pet stain and odor cleaner.   I should have grabbed a face mask.

Well, let’s just say the cat was not the only one pucking.  It was nasty.  The smell was beyond words.  This was not a hair ball.  I am not sure Andrew’s chair can be saved.  Time will tell if it seeped through the stitching.  The sad thing is everybody loves his chair including the cat.

Happy happy New Year!!    Since I don’t drink alcohol at all, waking up New Year’s morning  throwing up was never on my radar as a possibility.  

animals2Here is the dynamic duo. 

I’ve heard it said that animals don’t remember things.  Well then explain to me how today Alley (the naughty cat)  came creeping into the dining room while I was typing, looked up at me  and did a real soft meow.  It was the best cat apology. 

Normally she is meowing as if to tell me of all the injustices she has to face with the dog.   She is a very high maintenance psycho kitty.

Funny thing though she is not going anywhere near Andrew’s chair.   I can’t say that I want to either.  Anyone want a really nice, black, swivel, smells like Resolve, slightly soaked chair?? 

A few life lessons to remember: 1) starting the new year with the youth group is one of the best ways to ring in the new year – they know how to have fun!!  2) if we are keeping the dog, she must be put in the kennel by midnight.  3) when grabbing supplies to clean up messes, grab a face mask.  4) expect the unexpected.    

Well, my night in shining armour just came home.  He hears the dog whining.  I am sure he will want the first hand story. 

Hoping your new year has not involved vomit. 

til next time

January 1, 2009 Posted by | just thinking about stuff, life lessons, relationships | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments


Here is the newest addition to our “fishbowl”.  Daisy is a purebred basset hound.  This is a first for us.  We have always had mutts.  She did, however, come with the huge price tag of “free to good home”  — this makes Curt smile.  🙂

She looks so much like Max.  She is the dog I talked about earlier.  You can check that out here.  Although Max was taller, had a smaller snout and ears, shorter body, and smaller paws.   Which is why Curt refers to her as a “deformed Max”. 

She is adjusting to our “fishbowl”.  Like Max, she has some history of abuse.  She frightens easy and tends to potty when she is excited or scared.  It was touch and go for awhile, because Curt gave her a time frame to get it right — potty outside, not inside.  I do think that she is getting the hang of it. 

She is very affectionate.  She will slobber you with kisses.  No, I am not liking that so much.   Her tail wags at a very fast rate and it can be somewhat dangerous.  So far there has been very little barking or howling.  This is a great thing.  However, she does whine when we don’t let her follow us somewhere. 

I have always wanted to be able to let the dog off the chain when I am outside.  However, that was not to be with our other dogs.  One taste of freedom (no chain) and whoosh gone like the wind.  Daisy, however, seems to be able to handle staying right around us for the most part.  We will see how this works out.

I do find myself calling her Max once in awhile.  She is smart and doesn’t come to that.  I still miss Max.

There is another really great blessing in that Alley (our very old, sassy cat) gets along with this dog.   No hiding in the basement for 2 years — good thing cuz I’m not sure she has 2 years left in her.  Here is a pic of Curt with Alley and Max.  See the resemblance between the two dogs?  

Daisy has picked up right where Max left off.  It is fun to watch the animals fight for attention.  Life in this ‘fishbowl’ is never boring.   

til next time

September 11, 2008 Posted by | living in a fish bowl | , , | Leave a comment

Looking for a dog

Well, we have begun the search for another dog.  We’ve checked out a couple of the Humane Society’s.  The second one actually had a couple of dogs that we were mildly interested in.

Did you know that to adopt a dog you practically have to give your life history?  You need three references – that are not related to you.  In addition they want your employer’s name and number along with the vet that you go to.  It is a very thorough application.   I don’t have a problem with all that, but it will all take time.  I want to just go in, fall in love with a dog and bring it home.  

A friend of mine has her daughter’s dog and is looking to find it a home.  The problem with this dog is that she looks so much like Max.  The benefit though, is that my friend is very good with animals.  I am sure she had trained her to be a good indoor dog.   This is pretty high on my list.

Then there is Alley to consider.  Alley is our very old, very sassy, psycho kitty.  Is she up for one more new dog to take charge of?  She sulked in the basement for two (yes two) years when we brought Max home.

All of this has just made me miss Max more.

til next time

August 30, 2008 Posted by | just thinking about stuff | , , | Leave a comment

Saying good-bye

Ever had one of those seasons were everything is coming at you at once?  There isn’t time to process all that is going on because there is no break in the storm?  When it rains – it pours.  That has sure been true here in Iowa this spring/summer and it is a part of the season of life I am in and I know there are others who are there also. 

I am reminded of a ride at a amusement park that I love.  “Hold on – cuz it’s gonna get a little bumpy”

This isn’t my first time around this particular block and I am sure it won’t be the last.  I remember distinctly the very first real trying time that I faced.  My friend Rose gave me this plaque with the poem “This too shall pass” on it.  I still have that.   It is still true. 

The tests of life come and go.   They do serve many purposes.  First of all they do reveal what is inside us.  We are face to face with our character flaws.  Choices must be made.  I’ve learned that doing nothing is still a choice.  Sticking our head in the sand is also a choice.  One I don’t recommend 😛

Just as we lost a lot of branches this year in the various storms.  Pruning is good for our spiritual growth.  Getting rid of the dross.   The process is generally most uncomfortable, but pain does have a way of pushing us to change a few things.

What’s all this have to do with saying good-bye?   Today we had to say good-bye to Max.  No, we didn’t get 3 months.  It’s been a mere 10 days.  I have not seen an animal go down hill so fast.  Watching him has brought flashbacks of watching my dad go down hill from cancer.    Like I really wanted to go down that memory lane on top of everything else.  ‘sigh’

Yet I hold strongly to 2 truths.  First,  my life is in Gods hands.   Second, God will not give to me more than I can bear.   ‘Help me to remember Lord that nothing is going to happen  today that You and I can’t handle.”

There are many similarities between my dad and my dog.   Both loved me unconditionally.    Both expressed excitement when I entered the room.   My dad loved to visit (we could talk for hours) and my dog loved it when people talked to him.  Neither let on that they were in pain.  Cancer raged through their bodies revealing itself in lumps.  At the end both had trouble breathing.  Both fought to live.    Both are missed. 

Now for all you that aren’t animal lovers,  obviously there is a difference between a person and an animal.  However, I do not think that my dad would mind at all being compared to my  dog that I loved.

til next time

July 25, 2008 Posted by | just thinking about stuff, life lessons, relationships | , , | 6 Comments


Here is Max and Curt doing their back stretches. I have this picture framed on my computer desk.  I love it.  I love our dog.  He is the best dog.  He also likes to think he is human 🙂

I’d noticed some lumps on Max, but I did my best to ignore them.  Not real smart I know, but denial is an art.  Finally, I said something to Curt and he took Max in today.

Our local vet says Max has maybe 3 months to live.  When I asked if it would have made a difference if we’d brought him in right away, thank goodness, she said no. 

3 months.  I can’t hardly wrap my mind around that.  We got Max when he was a little over a year.  (He has a bad history — vet found him on the highway in real bad shape.  He must have been abused by a man, because he took a long time to warm up to Curt.  He would shake and cower anytime he heard a man’s voice.)  He still at times has nightmares and shakes violently.

We have loved on him (especially me) and he has blossomed (can I use that word for a boy dog?) into a wonderful, super pet.  This has me thinking about people and how sometimes we meet someone and have this first impression that might not be accurate.  I think you can tell a lot about a person the first time you meet them, but I also think sometimes it is misleading.

I remember when I first met Curt – he made such an impression on me in that I commented to my friends that I must have done something (what I had no clue) to make this fella mad at me.   Then to my shock he asked me out.  Long story short, he had just gotten out of the Marines and it was all that military training that I was noticing.  He wasn’t mad at all.  I am so glad that I didn’t stick with my first impression.  🙂

When we first brought Max home he had a bad case of vomiting.  We soon figured out he just can’t stomach very much people food.  I am so glad we didn’t give up on him.  He is a terrific pet.  First impressions — don’t be so quick to measure people (or animals) up.  They just might surprise you if you give them a chance.  

til next time

July 15, 2008 Posted by | just thinking about stuff, relationships | , , | 6 Comments

Sick Day

I hardly ever take a sick day.  Generally if I don’t feel good but am not running a temperature or displaying signs of sickness- it’s off to work I go.   

Today found me crawling back into bed after calling work.  I have enclosed a picture of my dog Max, because I truly had a doggie dog day. 

“Working like a dog”  anyone else see the foolishness of this statement?   Well, I really did work as hard as my dog today.  Let’s see, I slept and then slept some more.  Basically got up to eat, drink, bathroom, then rest, repeat all day long.  Yup, just like my dog.  I know this because he follows me everywhere.  Today he was quite appreciative that we just lounged around.

Max occasionally has trouble with doggie vomit and today he got me.  I stepped right in it or should I say slid right through it.  He knew by my expression that I had found it.  Ugh!  It may have had something to do with the chips that I shared with him  😛   He just looked so pathetic that I caved and gave him some.    Then  he really can’t help himself — I just need to not feed him people food.

He wants it real bad, but it isn’t good for him.  Which got me thinking about some of the things that I’ve wanted so badly.  And how very glad I am, looking back now,  that I didn’t get some of them.   It really is comforting to place my life and my families in God’s hands.  Trusting Him to do what is best for us.  Knowing He won’t give me “chips”.  

I have rather enjoyed my day of nothing and long about 3:00 I started feeling like a human again.  I mentioned to Curt when he came home that I sure could get used to taking naps and lounging in my pj’s all day.  🙂

til next time

July 14, 2008 Posted by | just thinking about stuff, spiritual reflections | , , , | 6 Comments