He Works Hard For His Money. (LilZ replies, “What Money?”)

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This picture is a perfect example as to why I don’t care that LilZ doesn’t do diapers. I always tell people that, and then follow up with, “But he does everything else, so I don’t complain.” And this picture? Is an example of the “everything else” he does. I would much rather be the one changing diapers if he’s the one carrying his sister on his shoulders while she screams bloody murder in his ears.

A nurse one time went on this diatribe to him about how all of her kids did diapers. Even the young ones. Why doesn’t he do it? If her 8-year old can then LilZ should. He just sat quietly and took it while I plotted the best way to punch her in the gut without getting caught. I finally said, “He does more than his share.” And I mean that. What 13-year old would so willingly hang out with his siblings to allow his Mom to work (like he did earlier this week) or watch movies with his sister willingly. Diapers? Are nothing. Being hero-worshipped? Is hard work.

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Moving Forward.

Thanks to all of you for your wonderful comments and sympathies yesterday. MrZ stayed home all day and said he refreshed the comments of that post about once an hour to read what everyone was saying. They meant more to both of us than you can possibly know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Cisco went peacefully and we consider ourselves blessed to have had 10 great years with him.

Now. Enough with the tears! Let’s move on to things that make us smile like 3-year olds with first-time bangs and first-time painted fingernails!

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The bangs were not very even thanks to a certain girl’s inability to site still and uncanny ability to wiggle as the scissors closed. I fixed it a bit, but still not perfect. Either way – DAMN CUTE. And I painted her nails for the first time as well. It’s like in the span of one day she went from 3 to 13 and I’m now watching her pin up pictures of teen heartthrobs to her wall while wailing about the tragedy of me not allowing her to go roller skating with her friends.

Maybe my imaginary teenage girl scenario needs a little updating?

Anyway. That’s our Big News of the week. We now have bangs. After months of failed pullback attempts with the hair (she has some sort of compulsion to remove everything in her hair after a few hours at school) and annoyance on our part and her teacher’s – we decided to give her bangs. And while I may regret it someday when we try to grow them out, we’re already seeing the advantages. The nervous-tick like habit of pushing the hair out of her eyes? Gone. Hairclips being lost at school? Not anymore. Clumps of oatmeal in the hear that ends up in her mouth while she eats? That’s the thing I was the happiest to see go. Oatmeal does not come out of hair easily.

At 3 she finally received her first real haircut. And at $10? It will be a long time before she gets another. Because – seriously? $10 to cut that little hair? Either I’m a cheap (which is a distinct possibility since I hate paying $15 for my trims) or that seems pricey for a child’s cut. I swear we only paid $5 for them growing up. Of course, that was back in the old days with the VCRs and the Cassette players. I’m hoping first thing on Obama’s agenda is to introduce tax incentives to hair salons with discounted prices. That’s way more important than the climate, the wars, or the economy. Don’t you think?

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Allow me this stage to honor one of my best friends.

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Cisco at a healthier time

“Is he scared?”

That has always been the question asked by people who first meet Cisco. We always say the same thing, “No. He just has a nervous condition.”

From an early age Cisco started getting the shakes. It is one of the things that always made people fall in love with him because you couldn’t help but want to snuggle with him to make him feel safe, even after you were told he wasn’t scared. He is also the only dog we have that doesn’t insist upon jumping on everyone that walks in our house. He just patiently waits for you to make your way in, and then he waits for you to come to him. Because he knows you will. Everyone does.

This is why he’s always their favorite. It doesn’t matter who “they” are.

We don’t have favorites, of course. We love all of our dogs equally.

But if we had a favorite? It would be Cisco.

Donnie and Cisco have been together longer. Almost 10 years now. Because Donnie brought Cisco home, someone brought Lil’Girl to him months later as a stray. And they would have a litter of puppies together that would give the extended family Daisy and Rosco who would go to live with MrZ’s parents. Essentially, when Donnie brought home Cisco? He paved the way for three other dogs to enter our family. He is the patriarch of the Bostons in our lives. Hell – he’s the patriarch of our cats too.

Cisco doesn’t like it when people hug. I’m not sure why. He doesn’t like dancing either. Or when we do workout videos. I’m the most thankful for that last one. Always gave me a good excuse to opt out.

Cisco’s tongue is larger than normal and his teeth are too small. This means his tongue is always hanging out of his mouth just a little bit. Cutest. Thing. Ever. Trust me.

Cisco loves to hang out at my feet at the desk. He also like to cuddle under blankets and tables. I think he chooses the shelter to protect him from the crazy female canines he’s forced to live with. They don’t do much to help a guy relax, that’s for sure.

We’re taking Cisco in today. I can’t even say what we’re taking him in to do. But we’re doing it. And we’re going to stay there with him until he’s gone. We owe him that. This last weekend has been perfect. Well, as perfect as it could be with a dog whose body is shutting down under the weight of cancer. But he’s been in good spirits and allowed us to pamper him and snuggle with him and spoil him. I’m glad we had this weekend. Monday, he took a turn for the worse which is fate’s way of letting us know we’re making the right decision.

We’re going to miss him terribly. I cry as I write this. I don’t want to think of not seeing him when I wake up every morning. I don’t want to think of times on the couch without him at the crook of my legs. I don’t want to think about him not being here to bark at visitors and dancers alike.

I’ve always been the most intrigued by Eastern religions when it comes to the afterlife. I’m not a subscriber to the pearly gates of heaven, but I seem to be able to most wrap my mind around someone’s soul or consciousness, moving to a higher state of existence if they’ve reached their potential in a previous life. I really like that idea with Cisco. I want to imagine him continuing his journey elsewhere. I can’t imagine him gone for good. I don’t want to.

I guess if you’ve never lost a pet, or never been close to an animal, this may seem a little extreme to you. But for those of you who have dogs at home who run to the door to greet you when they hear your keys, or who lick your face and chew your shoes. Will you give them an extra big treat tonight? In memory of Cisco? Thanks.

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Cisco with a much younger NikkiZ

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Cisco is not sick in this picture, LilGirl was just always such a good wife cleaning his ears when he needed it. I do not follow her example with MrZ.

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Cisco is the best dog in the world to snuggle with

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Four years ago. We both look so young.

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Speaking of looking young…

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The huge tongue is a Cisco trademark.

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Even riddled with cancer, the tongue is still prominent. Nothing will stop the tongue. Cisco is the dog LilZ’s known the longest and the first pet he’s had to lose. His heart breaks too.

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I don’t think NikkiZ will remember Cisco, but I know for sure AndyZ won’t. This makes me saddest of all.

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She gave him extra love this weekend too. Even though she pretty much can’t stand any animal that even so much as looks at her.

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Another one from four years ago. And probably the image that will linger with me whenever I think of Cisco because this was the trick we used the most when showing him off.

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Daddy will miss him the most. He will always be his first child. The two of them only had each other for quite some time, until Lil’Girl and some girl named Zoot entered their lives.

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We love you, Cisco.

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Automatic Smile Inducer

I took both kids to the doctor today. AndyZ because he was running a fever (turned out to be an ear infection) and NikkiZ because she needed a note to go back to school since she’s had a few instances of diarrhea in the last week. On the way back from the doctor, I called two people at work to explain that I got her note, I was taking her to school, and I’d be in shortly. After I got off the phone, NikkiZ took the doctor’s note while we were driving and put it to her ear like it was a phone. These are the two “calls” she made:

Jenni? It’s NikkiZ. Pause for response on the other end of the line
I just went to the doctor. Pause.
I have diarrhea. Pause.
I didn’t know either, but I have a coupon so it’s okay and I can go back to school.
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Steve? It’s NikkiZ. Pause.
I have diarrhea. Pause.
No, DIARRHEA. Steve evidently didn’t hear her the first time.
Yeah. Pause.
I got a coupon from the doctor so I can go back to school. Pause.

I have no idea why she was calling the note a coupon, and I don’t know why she wanted to call my boss and coworker to tell them about her diarrhea, but it was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. If there has been one moment in her life I wish I could rewind to record later? That would be it. Best Fake Phone Call Award…HANDS DOWN.

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Send Beer.

Things going on in my life right now keeping me from posting a respectable blog entry:

  • Spending my last weekend with Cisco. And deciding today would be a good time to watch Ghost Whisperer, which made me cry my eyes out while hold Cisco.
  • Sweetie and her never-ending need to poop on my carpets.
  • My son and his 103 degree fever for going more than 24 hours now. Which is not fun. In case you were wondering.
  • My lack of sleep due to the above items which is making me highly emotional on top of being emotional because of those three items. (Does that make sense?) Let’s just say – I’m overly emotional. Crying at the drop of a hat would be an extreme understatement.

So, please excuse me for not wanting to write much write now. I’m a little blue.

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