Rest In Peace Chochi

You were the sweetest, most loving dog we’ve ever had.  You filled our lives with love and laughter.  How can you be gone?  How can the line between life and death be so thin, that you can cross over in just minutes?

Chochi 6-09

Chochi on the day we brought him home from the kennel. He was a little over a year old at the time.

On Saturday, you did your usual happy dance up and down the hallway when you saw me putting on my shoes to take you on our evening walk.

Chochi 4-12

You pulled ahead on your leash and sniffed every interesting clump of grass.  We watched our neighbor’s squad of ducks waddle by.  Their white male turkey was showing off his tail feathers to the hen turkey.


 It was starting to get dark when we returned.  I closed the gate and removed your leash.  I said, “All done!”, like I always do and like always you ran full speed into the woods at the edge of the yard.

Chochi-big eyes 7-09

Then you turned and started back toward me.  You howled a loud, piercing scream.  You fell to the ground.  I yelled for my husband, while I buried my face in your shoulder.  “Chochi, Chochi,  I love you Chochi.”  I kissed your velvety ears.

Chochi-head down  7-09

You were limp.  Your eyes twitched and your heart was racing at a frightening pace.  My husband bent to stroke your leg and gently lay his hand on your heart.  It was still then.  I laid down on the grass and let my tears bathe your face.

Chochi-in blue grass 7-09


Chochi was a rescue dog.  He picked out my husband.  Both times my husband visited him at the dog shelter, Chochi drew near and nosed my husband and licked his hand through the kennel cage.  Chochi’s former owner had kept him underfed and abused.  He had scars on his snout and was afraid every time we raised our hands, thinking it was a prelude to being hit.  I’d raise a hand to brush my hair or take a glass off the shelf and he’d duck his head.  In time, though, he felt safe and loved in his new home.

Christmas 2012

Christmas 2012

Everyone loved him and he returned that love tenfold. He was sweet-natured, affectionate, even-tempered and enthusiastic.

Now my husband and I stumble through our days, with our grief as present in our home, as Chochi used to be.  But I know that, in time, we will remember how soft his fur was, how he’d bump us with his nose when he wanted attention.  We’ll remember how he loved walks and carrots and how he liked to sleep under the table while we ate.  We’ll remember how he always wanted to be near us and how peaceful we all felt together.

And when we remember, we’ll smile.

Chochi was so contented and happy to be sleeping with his head leaning on my husband’s feet. I took this picture last week.

The Dog Ate It!

The Dog Ate It!

That excuse used to work for incomplete homework.  Do you think it will fly for a missing blog post?

My dog, Chochi

I ate it? Who me?

Yesterday was the Do Over Blog Hop, hosted by Jeannie’s Blog.  I had signed up to participate in this fun challenge and then it completely got away from me.  In the past two and a half weeks, I’ve had 2 jewelry shows, a painful ear infection and the end of the quarter at the University of Washington, where I supervise student teaching interns.  I had to write-up detailed end-of-the quarter evaluations for each of the interns.  I guess I just couldn’t keep all the balls in the air at once and I dropped this one.  I feel so badly, because yesterday 104 blog hoppers visited my blog and found nothing!  I apologize, (hangs head).

I knew in my mind what I wanted to do for the challenge, so last night I tried to put it together quickly.  Ah, but haste makes waste and I wasn’t entirely happy with the results.  I have to finish up some paperwork for my teaching interns today, and then I will rework the parts of the necklace I wasn’t satisfied with and I hope to get it posted by this evening.  Please come back and take a look!

Monday Meanderings: Let It Snow!

{Monday Meanderings: Musings & Observations From Beyond the Bead Studio}

We don’t get a lot of snow in the Pacific Northwest (at least not west of the Cascade Mountains).  So when it does start falling, we get all excited! School is often delayed.  Children stare out the classroom windows, longing for escape.   Driving becomes dangerous, because people here are unaccustomed to driving in the snow.  There are usually lots of fender-benders.  But I am  retired now and I no longer have to venture forth unless I want to.  So I stayed home today and took some photos to share with you.  I hope you enjoy them.

Fresh snow fall on the last of our mums

Fresh snow fall on the last of our yellow mums.

Three red and Orange leaves in the Snow

Autumn leaves in the snow.

Fresh Snow Fall on Lavender Beauty Berries

Lavender beauty berries capped with fresh fallen snow.

Chochi, our rescue dog, sitting in the snow

Chochi; surveying the snowy scene.

Snow in the woods behind our house
A snowy path through the woods behind our house.

(My apologies about the date stamp in the pictures.  I didn’t know it was on when I took the photographs).

Chochi: Dog Delights and Disasters

Rescue dog

This is Chochi looking noble...and innocent.

Meet Chochi 

This is Chochi, the rescue dog that we’ve had for a little over a year.  He is a big, handsome and loving guy, but….. 

Saturday Morning Breakfast 

Every Saturday morning my husband and I go out to breakfast together.  We have been doing this for over 20 years now.  It’s our time to catch up the events of the past week, talk about politics, art, or education or just work through whatever issues we may be facing .  It’s our time to re-connect.  So, as usual, we headed off to our favorite breakfast spot this morning.  We had a great time, but… 

Dastardly Dog 

Upon returning home, I found our blood pressure cuff sitting on the floor by the coffee table.  It had been on the kitchen counter.   Chochi was looking up at me innocently, from his doggy bed. 

rescue dog

"Why are you calling me a bad dog?"


What possible interest could a dog have in a blood pressure cuff?   Was it giving off scents of roast beef or something?  When your dog eats the blood pressure cuff, it is definitely not good for your blood pressure!  This is what is left of the cuff. 

Blood pressure cuff

What used to be our blood pressure cuff