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Breakthrough

A few weeks ago, I decided to tell one of “my” vets that we were feeding our frenchies raw. This particular vet is well above average, as in she works the way I like. But, as expected, she thought it was outrageous I fed raw bones to my frenchies. “It was dangerous and I didn’t know how to balance a dog’s diet”.

Well, I won’t lie, this was not unexpected. But today she just left me a message asking why I don’t offer them a prey model kind of nutrition, since it was already balanced. As I told her I didn’t know where they sold whole carcasses here and that the supplements I offered tried to mimic these nutrients that were not offered when I gave the dogs only some chicken, beef, fish and pork parts, I couldn’t help but notice - at least she is now asking about raw and kind of questioning it.

I really hope that someday we’ll have many vets in Brazil studying raw and actually recommending it. There’s a journalist who is also a vet student, she’s one of the main people who pushed me into it, and I hope she graduates soon, because she is brilliant. She’ll have many clients in no time. :)

“Home is where the heart is…

…so your real home’s in your chest!” - Captain Hammer.

Yes, this is me, quoting Dr Horrible.

And this is me, actually feeling at home at this web address for the first time, after all the changes on the layout and bits & pieces. I’m finally glad I got this domain and the hosting space (even though its yearly price costs more than three dogshows with Yaza, complete with all the gas, stress and dinner at the end included).

BH

Last year I went on a trip to meet one of my greatest friends in person. It’s one of those things that my frenchies did for me, they made me meet Camilli. So, off I went to BH.

I spent endless hours (more than a day) on the airport because they screwed up my flight. I passed through five different airports. I had my iPod on all the time and I listened to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie.

I got to BH (her city) and we went straight to a dog show. Besides the frenchies and the great company, everyone was so lovely, it was the state where I was born and I didn’t even know it or anyone really from there. I immediatelly loved everyone and the atmosphere there. Maybe the place you’re born has this influence on you. You don’t have to have family from there, or be brought up there. Or maybe it’s just me.

So now, as I sit here and type this and a song by Death Cab for Cutie comes up, I can’t help but remember the trip, the long hours on the airports, the city, the malls, the dog show… I really wish I was going there again.

The trip only lasted for a week and it wasn’t the best timing in the world after all. Or maybe it was, you never know, right? But all I know is that it was one of those moments I will always remember, to the day I am wrinkled, old and happily breeding and showing my frenchies full time.

Cool Aunt

I had a cool aunt while I was growing up. I loved her so much because she was really young. We got to do all sorts of fun things together, and she didn’t feel like a parent. It was easy and fun spending my holidays with her. She would drive me to parks, to the mall, to the movies. I would hang out with her ex-sister-in-law who was two years older than I was (I was around 12 back then) and bloody rich. We travelled to some really great islands on their boat, ate fancy food, stayed on hotels which were over the top, went horseback riding…

I still love spending time with this aunt of mine. She still makes me feel the same way, as if it’s a holiday and I’m twelve and we’re going to Simba Safari.

Looking at my sister who is 14 years younger than me and treats me as if I’m Crack in the shape of a person, I feel like I’m her cool aunt. I can take her to the zoo, let her have ice cream before lunch and not make a fuss when she spills.

And being a cool aunt feels just as great as having a cool aunt.

Posting at work

I’ve been a terrible blog keeper, and this is no exception. I spent three months or so with no entry whatsoever. And these were crucial months to me!

I got this great job literally next to my place. I don’t even have to go across the street, it’s on the same block! I can get here in less than 5 minutes, literally. Which means I can take one or two (or ten) breaks at home whenever I have litters! So, now I spend my afternoons and part of my nights devoting my time to CSS, HTML and Photoshop / Flash / etc. Like before, but now I get the big bucks.

And in the morning, I’m getting a degree in Advertising. It’s something I wanted to do ever since I got into Computer Science college. Needless to say, I’m too excited about it.

Besides all that, Mirabela has been living with us. She’s always been a crappy eater, but now she’s been enjoying her Raw Meaty Bones ever since day one. She now eats way better than the other frenchies, who have been raw fed for at least three more months than her.

Going back to Flash now. Will try and post more about life and the universe. Stay tuned, internet!