Saturday, February 19, 2011

Foxxie Lady

                    I recently had the pleasure of using a phrase that makes my inlaw's blood run cold:

Now you all know about my little dog Taicie. She was born 7 years ago April,  in Arkansas, and Seth and I have been her family since she was 6 weeks old. 

 Taicie is my driving buddy.

She has nursed kittens.

She is Caden's buddy.

She is VERY well behaved.

She is my sleepin buddy.

She always makes me laugh.

And while my inlaws don't really get it... She is our family.

Taicie's one flaw is that she doesn't like other dogs. 
At all.
When we have another dog living with us Taicie will stop eating, she will also ignore the other dog. 
Taicie's ignoring skills are unmatched!!
I have seen her being humped by a dog, and she still sat there pretending he didn't exist.
No joke.
Anywho... Before Xmas a friend of mine told me about a chihuahua who was being abused by her owners. Apparently they had found this dog somewhere, pregnant, and they took her in. 
They sold the babies, but then wanted nothing to do with the mom. 
They didn't have the time to spend with her, and they got mad if she messed in the house (even though they wouldn't let her out.) So eventually she was locked outside. No dog house, no blanket, just a little dog alone in the cold. My friend's husband worked with the people and told his wife when the people said they were going to put her down so that they could leave for Xmas vacation to Disney Land, and not have to deal with her. Oh... and we are not talking about humanely euthanizing either. 
Anywho I wasn't able to get to the dog before Xmas, and we didn't hear anything about her for awhile.
I assumed the worst.
But I felt it was better she was gone then still in a miserable life.
A few weeks ago my friend told me the dog was still alive and they wanted her gone ASAP. So I spoke to my teachers, who are all Chihuahua lovers, and they told me to get her, bring her to school, and they would find her a good home.
So I did.

The first night she was here, she was a wreck. 
She scratched at the doors, she whined, and she was very scared of us!
I pulled down the leash to take her out to potty and she hid crying in a corner.
It broke my heart.
I took her to school the next day but my teacher's weren't able to take her. she came to school with me most of the week, even sitting on my lap during a class. 
Eventually I decided to leave her at home, to put less stress on her, and just waited for my teachers to tell me when they could take her.
They tried to get a rescue group to take her, but we could never connect.

We got to the point where Foxxie
 (Oh ya... her name was Peaches when we got her. EW! So we named her Foxxie Lady.)
was sleeping between Seth and I every night in bed. She spent all afternoon on Seth's lap while I was at school. And she would jump up excited the second we walked in the door.
One of the BIGGEST shocks... was from Taicie.
Taicie loves Foxxie.
They sleep together, play together, and share food.
While Taicie will get a moment or two of jealousy... It passes quickly.

When Seth said 
"I'm really pissed off to be falling in love with this dog."
I knew we had to do something.
So I went and spoke with my teacher.
I explained to Ms. L that we were reaching the point that it would be hard for us to give her up.
She said I just needed to keep her.
Our main concern is that we don't have the money to pay for her shots and to get her spayed. 
So my teacher agreed to talk to the School's Vet to see if the school can do it. 
(It will more than likely be done by us students. Which is typical and wonderful, since it is practice for our jobs to come!)

So now we have a new addition to our family.
Foxxie is thriving with us.
She is such a happy little girl! She snuggles with everyone, "owns" the house, does tricks for treats, loves to chase Caden around the house and be chased by him, and has made our lives much happier.
I can't imagine life without her now.
I took this picture ^^^ as I type this post.

I wasn't looking for a new pet. (Unless it was a ferret.)
And I know I have to be careful because I could be a serious animal hoarder.
(Except that my neat freak tendencies would probly kick in and kill me.)
But I am reaching a point in my life where I am coming to grips with the fact that I will never have another baby. Caden is my one and only child. Which means I will never have the little girl I always wanted. 
Even though I have days where that thought will bring tears to my eyes... It doesn't hurt near as bad now that I have my two little girls with me.

Why men are incapable of being complicated.

So this week in class I have been studying the Reproductive System and it has been an eye opening experience. I also have some very interesting theories because of it. So sit back and enjoy a crash course in how a man's body works and why I think it makes them so retarded.

So in case you don't know.... This is what the man's reproductive System looks like. It looks pretty straight forward, it even sounds very straight forward: Produce hormones and grow some spermies. But in typical male fashion... They have to do it the hard way. With a complicated system of organs, glands, structures and tubes.
The testicles, while ridiculously looking, have two basic functions: Growin Spermies and makin hormones. (It's called Spermatogenesis.) They have a set of tubes called Seminiferous tubules, this is where Meiosis takes place to produce spermies, it is also where cells that produce androgens exist. Those androgens are what produce Testosterone. And we all know what testosterone does for men! Now so that I don't lose you... I won't go into ALL of the details for how testes develop. But let's just say it's a 4 step process all on it's own.
Many people don't know that Spermies have three parts. The head is it's brain, (duh) But it also has digestive enzymes that release when it enters the vagina and help the spermies penetrate through the ovum layers for fertilization. (So much for saying a Vag has teeth!!) Then its body is where its energy comes from, and it's tail moves it along. Spermies go through 3 different stages JUST to become spermies.
Now we all know that the scrotum (Who comes up with these horrible names!?) is where the testes live. But it works hard to keep the testes at a temp just slightly cooler than the body, if it doesn't, then the testes can't make spermies. The scrotum has a muscle called the Cremaster muscle (Ya... a dude totally made that one up) and it can hang em low if they get too hot. Or suck em back up if they get too cold.
Next up is the Spermatic Cord. This cord is what links the Testicles to the rest of the body. It's a tube, but it has all sorts of blood vessels, connective tissue structures, nerves, lymphatic vessels and the vas deferens. All of these bits and pieces work to keep the testes at the right temp, without having the body lose any heat. (It's a super cool process... But seriously... like 10 steps long!) The spermatic cord is basically the heating blanket for the testicles.
Probly the funniest part of all this is the Structure. Or more importantly the Names of the structure.
There are two layers of connective tissue called VAGINAL TUNICS (Yes you read that right) that surrounds the testes and the spermatic cord. The thin inner layer is the Visceral Vaginal Tunic, also known as the PROPER vaginal tunic. And then the outer layer is called the Parietal Vaginal Tunic. Or the Common vaginal tunic.
Ok Timeout.... What scientist, when naming the penis, said "Sorry to leave you out wife. You can name these other pieces." I'm just sayin.....
These tunics form sacs that encase EACH testicle and the spermatic cord.  Then beneath those "sacs" are the capsules that also protects and supports the testes. (It's like a Serta Sleep Number bed in there!!) 
At this point I realize why men feel the need to nap all the time. If I had that much going on in my body I'd be tired all the time too. 
Once Spermies are all produced and ready to do their job, they get sent to a storage site called the epididymous. (And in true male fashion, that is also a 4 step process.) The cool thing about the epididymous however, is that while it lies along the surface of the testis, if you were to stretch it out... it would be about 20 feet in  length!! So spermies stay in the epididymous for about a week before they are mature and can be ejaculated.
Speaking of ejaculation... It's the job of  a muscular tube called the Vas Deferens that sends all the little spermies down the slip and slide. (I won't try to explain how. Per usual, it's long and complicated.) 

Most people don't know that when ejaculation occurs, it's more than just spermies that come racing out. It's mostly secretions from the accessory reproductive glands. These secretions are mostly an alkaline mixture that helps to counteract the acidity of the female reproductive tract. 
At this point I could tell you about the Urethra, the seminal vesicles, the prostate glands and the bulbourethral glands... But I think you get the picture of just how complicated men really are.

Now we get to the penis. The penis actually has 3 parts. The roots, which attach it to the brim of the pelvis, The body which is mainly made up of erectile tissue, and then the Glans or tip of the penis, which is full of sensory nerve endings. Last but not least is the erection and ejaculation stages of the penis... Which I feel no need to explain, as it is long and has many steps. I think by now you get the picture.

Are you tired yet? Just thinking of ALL of this happening all the time, since men are constantly making spermies, is REALLY tiring. 
It's made me realize that this is why men are so uncomplicated. Who could be THIS complicated on the inside and on the outside? So when your man is staring off into space, and you ask what he is thinking of, and he says nothing... It's probly true. His brain goes into pause mode to help conserve energy while all of this is extra stuff is going on.
This is where woman have it all figured out! We are thinking ahead before we are born! All of our eggs are fully developed by the time we join the human race. Then we don't have to waste energy growing eggs the rest of our lives! Do we look like chickens? NO! We have to waste enough time taking care of the men in our life, we don't have that extra energy to expend.

I mean really... none of our issues start until spermies get into our eggs and then ruin our bodies. 

So in conclusion... Men = Uber complicated. This is why they don't think before they act/speak. Why they are constantly trying to sleep/relax. It also explains why they never ask for directions, they are OBVIOUSLY hard wired to do things the most difficult way as possible. 

So I know ya'll have been missing my posts on the life of the Royals.
Truth is we have new employees here in the Royal household.
So I have been busy getting all of their pets settled in, a long with midterms, and learning about spermies.
Stay tuned for more updates!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Who am I?

Genetics. DNA. All of these things that make us who we are. We are half our mother and half our father. But it's more than our hair color and how tall we get. It's who we are. Our genetics, the parts that are half our mom and half our dad, they also decide if we are good with tools like our father, or enjoy cooking like our mom. If you have siblings, then some parts of them are more like your parents then you are. That's genetics. It's why children who grow up without a parent feel a need to know that lost parent. We need to know what characteristic of us is like our missing parent.

I always hated myself for not knowing my dad, and not being like my mother. I just wanted to be like her so she would love me more, and so that I can understand her. But no matter how hard I tried, I never could be like her.

Eventually I not only became myself, but I learned to love who I am. Even when I feel lost, and alone and I don't know where to turn... I still see my good qualities. It's so hard not to wonder where I get them from.

Genetics. Half my mother and half my father. And they are each half of their mothers and half of their fathers. Which means my grandfather's and grandmother's qualities are in me. Fortifying me.
And then I know where I'm from.

I'm my Grandmother's daughter. I have her strong hands. I have her ability to love anyone. I have her heart, the one that makes her fight like crazy for any friend or family member. The one that gives her the strength to tell you the truth, whether you want to hear it or not, and then hug you because she loves you that much. I have my Grandmother's ability to love and forgive over and over. I have her sharp hazel eyes and her memory. Her love of music. Her desire to know God. Her desire to be loved. I have her strong attachment to our family, and our family story. I have her inner strength, the strength that helps her carry on day after day, whether she is sad or hurting. I have her ability to laugh and cry easily. All of these qualities that I love and admire so much about my grandmother, she gave to me.

I didn't get to know my grandmother till I was a teenager, and then I was only able to be close for a few years. But now, as an adult, I can see what she gave to me. She made me who I am.
And I am so proud to be her grand daughter. The same way that she is proud of me.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Do it for the little guy!

Dear California,
I am not sure to whom I should address this letter, I only know it's important it's heard by the public. I am a 25 year old resident of Sacramento county. Currently enrolled in college to become a Registered Veterinary Technician. Yesterday, January 3rd 2011, I had the opportunity, what I thought would be a privilege, to attend  a portion of the Department of Fish and Game's annual meeting, held here in Sacramento. What I saw was disgraceful. Pat Wright, from Legalize Ferret's, started speaking to the commission at 47 minutes into the meeting. (As seen here in the video of yesterday's meeting Right away the commission was rude and arrogant. Mr. Wright had been ceded extra time to speak by two other people, which should have granted him 9 minutes. Instead the committee only allowed him to have 5. And it just went down hill from there. Mr. Wright would ask the committee what other steps they needed to do to proceed legally in bringing this case to the dept. President Jim Kellogg would refuse to answer his questions. But would state that "Their job is to protect the wildlife." That even though Mr Wright is entitled to his opinion that Ferret's are no threat,  the dept feels he is wrong. Now wait a minute... April/2000 Mr. Kellogg asked the group to provide an Environmental Impact Report. (EIR) Which they did. Costing around 13 thousand dollars. The EIR was done by Dr Geo Graening of California State University Sacramento. He proved that Ferrets are too domesticated to become feral, and are no threat to California's environment. Let's also consider that Ferrets, while illegal in the state of California, are here. In fact 26 percent of the Nation's ferret supplies are sold right here in California. That's 5.5 million dollars annually. Ferrets have been here all this time... And yet they have had NO negative impact on the environment... This is all fact. No "feelings" here. Maybe it's Mr. Kellogg's feelings that need to be researched, as it looked as though his personal feelings were not about Ferret's, but aimed at Mr. Wright. Telling Mr. Wright that "they didn't have time to keep going over this." That he was going to "Quit responding to Mr. Wright." When Mr. Wright pointed out that Zebra's and Monitor Lizards (Which can grow to be 6 feet) are both legal "Pets" to have in California, despite the threat they pose, Mr. Kellogg said "Those animals are the reason we refuse to legalize ferrets." How much sense does that make?

Seeing our public servants in action was more of an eye opening experience then I had bargained for! Having never been interested in politics, this was my first time to witness the corruption in our Government. And I am truly disappointed. I pay taxes so that Jim Kellogg can be rude to a man who was only asking him What other Legal steps needed to be taken? I for one can't wait for  January 15, 2012, when Mr. Kellogg's term at the Department of Fish and Game is over. I can only hope that whomever replaces him will have the decency to treat other's with common courtesy and respect. Perhaps whomever replaces Mr. Kellogg will also see legalizing Ferrets as a way to boost California's drowning economy. Instead of beating down the little guy!


Crystal Nelson