Dog Blog: Sugar Needs a Home. Update.

Hi! I'm Sugar!

UPDATE: June 11, 2013
Per Megan: “Sugar has been moved to a double wide kennel, new kennel number is 128. The staff is making every reasonable, available move they can.”

I’ve mentioned my friend and Scout’s trainer before. Her name is Megan and she’s amazing. I received this letter from her the other day regarding Sugar. I’m putting it out on social media in the hopes we can find her a home. Megan articulates it better than I can so am just posting her letter to me. Please help spread the word. The rescues in California are full and there are many dogs in need of help just now. Sugar is lucky to have Megan helping. Can we do this? Thank you!

Sugar Smiles!
Sugar getting some sugar from Megan!

Dear Teri:

I’m wondering if you might be able to help with a dog. I volunteer at the south county shelter in Bonita twice a week. Every time I go, I’ve been training and playing with a red Staffordshire Bull Terrier named Sugar! , and she has really stolen a piece of my heart! Sugar is one year old. She has been at the shelter since March 23rd and I started training with her April 11th. I am the only one who gets her out. Unfortunately 20-30 minutes twice a week is not enough and being at the shelter is stressful and is taking a toll on her mentally. One can only imagine being in a kennel 24/7 surrounded by barking dogs and loud noises with very limited social interaction. It would be so awesome for her to find a home!

Though she is short, she is solid and is about 55 lbs. She is already spayed. She knows sit and down, and is pretty good at coming when called. She loves chasing toys and being petted and she’ll curl up under my legs when I sit, and if I sit on the ground she’ll lay next to me. She’s good with other dogs, though her social skills are understandably a little rusty. Her one bad habit is jumping up, but it’s easy to manage and even with the limited amount of training I’ve put in she is a thousand times better. I’m big on manners and have taught her to sit for things so she’ll sit before you toss a toy, will sit to have her leash put on and taken off, and will sit before you open a door. With the jumping, she does not know “off” as I teach what to do (tell her “sit”) instead of telling dogs what not to do or correcting what they’ve already done. Sugar is really great on leash and I’ve worked hard in teaching her to not pull. Because her jumping does need a bit of work and she is a solid, muscular dog I recommend she not go into a home with kids under about 10 years old as she could easily knock them down. Also, any dog adopted from this shelter gets a free basic obedience class from me!

Sugar is at the County of San Diego Department of Animal Services, South Region
5821 Sweetwater Road
Bonita, CA 91902-2219
619-767-2675
She is in “Kennel 128, tag 746, ID# A1521915 .

If you can adopt Sugar or know someone who may be able to, please contact the above shelter. If you are interested in Sugar or have any questions, please contact Megan directly here : http://www.themannerlymutt.com/contact

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In Loving Memory Of Andrew Breitbart. From “Hippychick”

By now you’ve likely read many stories penned by great authors about their adventures  with Andrew Breitbart.  This one is mine.  I’m no great author and I’ve been trying to write this since the day Andrew died but I’ve had writer’s block since California lost in the elections of 2010.  It’s thanks to Andrew that I am once again writing, something I have always loved to do.

My husband and I were invited to attend Troopathon last year by our friend Nick Popaditch.  He was one of the honored speakers at this yearly event which is sponsored by Move America Forward and is, as the name implies, a marathon to benefit the troops.  I really had no expectations but was excited to be with friends, help support the troops and to see the Richard M. Nixon library.  I’d never been to a presidential library before.  It was to be a day of many “firsts”.  We set off early in the morning which was a good thing.  It was to be a whirlwind day.  The date was June 20, 2011.

The day was surreal.  I knew by then that when hanging out with the Popaditch’s anything can happen.  We were introduced to many famous people and I finally met a lot of folks I had previously only known via twitter.  My head spun with all of the activity and excitement.   I wasn’t shy about introducing myself to anyone but I just couldn’t bring myself to walk up to Andrew and say “hey, I’m Teri” or some such thing.   Still, I eyed him all day.  A couple of times he caught my glances and I almost had the gumption but then he would roller blade off or be called back on camera or he’d be tweeting or, something would come up.   My friends laughed at me.  They offered to introduce me but I demurred.   It was Andrew Breitbart!  Yes, we followed one another on twitter and had exchanged tweets and even done battle together one night but, I just couldn’t do it!

After a long, hot day of non stop festivities, fund raising and meeting and greeting it was time for dinner.  The dinner is a story of its own and I will write about it another day.  Suffice to say it was incredible.  At some point during or maybe after this meal I got up to grab another cocktail.  I was headed back to the table when I heard someone yelling loudly: “Hippychick!”  I turned around and lo and behold Andrew Breitbart was running and leaping across the lawn towards me yelling “Hi Hippychick”!  (Yes running and leaping!  I have witnesses).   No time to be shy, I ran towards him and lept into his arms.  We hugged as if we were old friends.  I suspected but didn’t know until today how he came to know who I was.  Actually, it’s still not entirely clear.  Near as I can tell April Popaditch and Beth Hazen said to Andrew “Hey, there is someone here who wants to meet you”.  Apparently he asked who it was and they answered “HipEchik”.  He said “Hippychick is here? Where is she?”   They pointed to me and he took off running and calling my name.   I am still astounded that he wanted to meet me.

Anyway, we hugged and maybe kissed on the cheek.  From then on the conversation was non-stop.  I don’t even remember all of what we talked about but we chatted for a long while.  It was as if we were instantly old friends.  We talked about the troops, I know that.  I may have mentioned some of his wild antics and the dares he took in order to bring in donations that day.  We talked about California.  We just talked. Finally, he had to run, or I did but I knew we were all going out afterwards to have some cocktails and I invited him along.  His phone was buzzing.  He said “Yes! I’d love to come with you.  I have to take this but I’ll be back”.  I think he missed that call because this I recall distinctly.  I thanked him for all he did to help the troops.  I mentioned that this was an aspect of Andrew that not many knew.  How much he did to support the troops. He brushed off my compliments and then, he thanked me.  Andrew Breitbart said “thank you for all you do.”  I shrugged.  Oh shucks, I do nothing compared to what you do.   He insisted I take the compliment.  “No hippychick, you do a lot and I want you to know it doesn’t go un-noticed.”  I gulped back a tear, gave him another hug and a kiss and made him promise he would come back.  He was walking backwards, punching a number into his phone but he promised he’d come back to join us.  I never saw him again in person.  He didn’t make it for the cocktails with us and I think I made the gang wait awhile for him.

I’ve long lamented my choice of twitter username “hipEchik” but after that day I knew I’d never change it.  I was branded.  Andrew called me “hippychick” pronouncing it as in the old SoHo club classic. To this day I am unsure as to whether he knew my name is “Teri”.  I wasn’t so star struck as to say I’d never wash the cheek he kissed but the name, it stuck.  This was all after I had become his online friend but the two melded together.  Meeting him just sealed the deal that we had struck on twitter many times.  We were friends.   Andrew was a friend of mine.  I am not going to quantify it or distort it.  I only met him the one time but I knew long before this that I had his six, and he had mine as friends do.

I had tweeted with Andrew a few times prior and a few times after we met.  Not many. He started following me on twitter before I really knew who he was.  He never unfollowed and always answered me if I sent him a tweet.  Unlike so many of the BIG people, Andrew always responded.  No ego. He was my friend.   I remember New Year ’s Eve 2010; we were all online.  He was talking to many people.  I wanted to wish him a happy new year at midnight but did not want to butt in.  Polite me, I waited.  It must have been about 3:00 a.m. on New Years Day 2011 when I caught a tweet from Andrew to the effect that he was about to go to bed.  I said to him “Happy New Year Andrew, thanks for all that you do”.  He wished me a happy new year and I shall never forget this. He said, “You think this  past year was big wait until next year!”  I didn’t ask what he had in mind, knowing that he wouldn’t advertise. I couldn’t wait to see what would transpire!  Of course we all now know what he accomplished in 2011 but whatever plans he had that New Year’s Day are unknown to me.

Many have said how fearless Andrew was and it’s true.  I will add that his fearlessness was contagious.  I am known for not liking to do battle online with leftists.  I joke that “If I want to fight with a lefty I will walk outside my California home.”    One night during the height of the Occupy protests I was up late tweeting.  I caught a tweet of Andrew’s that had a ustream link to their coordinated efforts in Oakland and Los Angeles.  I became fearless.  I took on the OWS crowd and did it fearlessly.  Andrew was there.  I generally steer clear of people such as Keith Olbermann but he had tweeted out something to the effect that “the Marines had joined with Occupy”.  As the wife of a Marine veteran I am especially protective of Marines.  I didn’t want their names being used in such a manner.  I retweeted Olbermann and asked “got proof of this Keith?”.  He was not online at the time but I stayed up all night, with Andrew and did get to call Olbermann out when he finally responded.

I was protective of Andrew too.  When the Occupy crowd saw his tweets on the #OWS tag they said “Breitbart is watching”.  I tweeted Andrew “They see you Andrew”.  He replied “good”.   Now I was really in the mix of things and in my mind I was slaying those Occupy anarchists with my words.  They took up a chant “Fuck Andrew Breitbart”.  I tweeted this:  “The Occupy crowd is chanting Fuck Andrew Breitbart.  I didn’t realize Andrew worked on Wall Street”.  Andrew caught my tweet and re-tweeted it.  My tweetdeck almost exploded.  I stopped counting at 76 retweets and made coffee.  I was fearless.  I went looking for trouble.   I saw that someone had started an “Occupy Marines” twitter feed and I pulled it up and dissected their tweets.  I noticed someone in Occupy had sent that account this: “FYI, the Marines say Semper Fidelis, it means Always Faithful”.  The Occupy Marines feed retweeted it.  I went into full attack mode.  “Why would a group of Marines need to be told what Semper Fidelis means?  This is learned on day one of basic training. “.  I got no response.  It was about this time that Olbermann woke up.  He answered me.  “Yes, I have proof.  So and so was on my show about two weeks ago”.  I said, “So, you have ONE rogue Marine”.  No response.  I was looking for one.  I was looking for a fight.  I was fearless.  It was dawn and I noticed Andrew was offline.  I was still throwing punches.  How long had he been gone?  How long had I been on my own?  How long had I been fearless without Andrew?  I don’t know.   It didn’t matter.  His presence had given me courage.  The fact that I had met him a couple of months prior made us “In real Life” friends.  He was proudly added to my “people I know IRL twitter list”.  I was exhausted but couldn’t sleep.  I was proud of myself for taking on the leftists that night.  It felt good to have done battle with Andrew Breitbart.  It still does.

When I awoke and logged on March 1st It was Michelle Malkin’s tweet that I caught.  Andrew had died.  I sobbed and sobbed.  My friend had died.  All the conservatives on twitter stopped fighting one another and were consoling and telling Andrew stories.  The blogposts went up. The countless tributes.  I read as many as I could.  We turned our avatars into our pictures of and with Andrew.  Sadly, I have no photos of me and Andrew.  I think some were shot but I will have to track them down.  I had meant to write a blogpost right after Troopathon but, as I said I’ve had writer’s block.  Someone mentioned that it will take an army of thousands to replace Andrew Breitbart.  We started tagging tweets with #IamAndrewBreitbart.  I know that I am no Andrew Breitbart but I promise to be all that I can be.  My online “thing” if you will is to help conservatives get elected.  I shall be all the more diligent in those efforts.  I am posting this tonight, with all of its likely grammatical errors because I once could write.  I shall again.  I am writing.  I’d rather have Andrew back and still have writer’s block but as I finish this, a thousand other posts are running through my head.  I have to start one for Nick and one for Elizabeth. I should write about my dream last night.  I need to talk about how people should not give up on California.  Andrew would have liked that.  He never gave up on California and neither have I.  We were both native Californian’s and both conservative and we were friends.  It is in honor of and because of Andrew Breitbart that I post this.  May you rest in Peace my friend.  We will take it from here.

In Loving Memory of Andrew Breitbart

February 1st, 1969 – March 1st, 2012

Signed,
“Hippychick”

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Maui digs!

There is much I want to write about our recent Maui trip but it shall have to keep for another day.  I have been writing all day and cannot focus.  One thing I do want to get out there is the place we called home for all but 3 days of our trip.

Our friend Ken owns this homey and inexpensive condo on the  north west side of Maui.  It is steps away from Napili bay.  Napili is great for swimming, snorkeling and sometimes boogy boarding.  But, I digress.

The condo is not the Ritz Carlton but we aren’t that kind of travelers.  Not in this economy anyway.  That is not to say that I don’t want to stay a few days at the Ritz but generally we just want a place to plop down  after a long day in the sea.  Ken’s place is the perfect place to do this.

The condo has all you need to feel at home.  We went in September and it was hot and humid with on again, off again tradewinds.  Generally the trades are your natural air conditioning on Maui.  This year, mother nature had turned the A. C.  off and the unit has no actual air conditioner.  That said, Ken has many fans which would generally be enough but it isn’t during the hot September days.  This is the only short coming of Ken’s place.  It’s hot!  But, when traveling to Maui, especially in September, expect to be hot .

It is stocked with all that the traveler, seasoned or otherwise might want or need.  It is strategically placed just steps from one of the best beaches on Maui (not swarmed with tourists ) and is, generally a great place to stay.

My post does not do this condo justice so please, peruse Ken’s website.  I will update this later because I am tired and struggling for words.  I promised Ken I would put this out, so here it is!

http://www.mauialohacondo.com/about.htm

Please tweet me @hipEchik if you have any questions.

Aloha!

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