Blog Posts by Zefi

You know, I've never been a blog person. I mean, I never saw the point of it. Keeping a diary for the world to read... WHY? Self indulgent, exhibitionistic, self centered... What would people care what I think? What will sharing all the irrelevant details of my life do to enrich the lives of others?

And yet, here I am. Blogging. UGH.

I dislike Facebook (and other such sites). The only reason I joined FB is cause I was asked repeatedly by family to join and I felt I should 'be in touch'. Other than it being a great way to reconnect with people you lost touch with, what's the point? All the insipid babble and crap that gets posted on there - sheesh. Way I see it, FB is for sharing photos and sending the odd message to someone I know and want to stay in touch with but dont have enough to say to that I'll send long emails to.

I love email. I love discussion groups based on common interest. Those include things actually worth reading. When I first learned how to use email and joined

Letting go is so hard, isnt it? I have a bag full of Scooter's stuff that Jane gave me. I opened it up today and found that it wasn't painful, it was just dog stuff for the most part. Knowing it was Scooter's and that he was gone was hard, but it was just stuff that I didnt associate with him. He lived in their house, with them, they had the memories of him on that dog bed or that pillow or with that toy. I only had memories of his first dog basket, the one I bought him when he was 6 weeks old, the one I bought the day I bought him. And his collar, the red diamonte collar I bought him when I cut his show coat off, when I decided it was time to face facts - he was no show dog. Those are the only things in that bag that say Scooter to me, so I will keep those. Just like I kept his baby teeth. I still have a little ziplock bag with his baby canines. I think I might add those to the urn with his ashes when I pick that up.

Why is it that its so hard to say goodbye to a dog? Even one that

Today I said goodbye to my friend, the first toy poodle I had in Australia. I picked Scooter as a baby from a pen full of puppies. He was six weeks old and fit in the palm of my hand. He was my special boy. Then one day the day came when I had to rehome him cause he wasn't happy here. He didnt like sharing his home with puppies and I bred standard poodles. He picked Peter and Noelle and went to live with them.

Scooter loved to chase cows, loved to run and play 'you cant catch me', loved being the center of attention. He was the one who sounded the alarm, even if it was only to get the standards off the couch so he could grab the best spot for himself. His tiny little body held the heart and personality of a giant.

Scooter was so much loved by everyone. He enriched Peter and Noelle's life and won the hearts of all their friends and neighbours in Cremorne where he was a bit of a celebrity on the beach. Everyone knew Scooter.

About a year ago Scooter lost his best friend, Peter. He

Its now less than 3 weeks to my trip overseas. The last time I went to Greece was in 2002 I think, so its been a LONG time. Time to go visit mom and aunts and uncles. None of us are getting younger! There's always been a good reason to put off travelling. Money. The poodles. Work. Money. Timing. Money. You get the picture. But sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and take a leap. So I did. I got some money together and bought a ticket. Then there was no putting it off any more.

Now I'm running around trying to organise everything so I can leave while I still have some teeth left. Stress equals clenching and grinding at night. Ugh.

So, things are set in motion. Greg will stay here and care for the house and poodles. Bills will be paid or deferred, the pile of clothes, shoes and other things I might like to take with me grows in the corner of my bedroom. Soon it will be time to sort through it and decide what comes and what stays.

I'll be keeping in touch and adding photos here