Sunday, November 29, 2009


A week of so ago, I went to an auction in Lincoln, Rhode Island. It was held in a strange flat top building that seemed comprised only of a basement with no first or second floor. Did they run out of money before they could finish it?! It's very uniqueness made the building easy to find. Inside were tables full of old, new, and middle items waiting to be sold. Since I arrived way too early, I had plenty of time to look the things over. There were old tables, awful pictures with good frames, craft books, vintage jewelry (that never did get auctioned), huge kitchen bowls and a set of antlers or two. Most of the things went for a song. This was only my third auction, and I sat frozen, unable to bid, worried about spending money on stuff that might not resell at the shop. What would I do with a giant mixing bowl when I rarely bake? Though I liked the picture of the scowling lady, did I really want her hanging on my wall? I finally bid on, and won, a pair of green retro lamps with cool shades. When I got them home, and plugged them in, they even worked as nature and a Chinese factory intended. They are currently sitting in my consignment store space waiting for someone to buy them. The jewelry was never auctioned off, as people were holding out for the cheapest price, and the auctioneer wouldn't let it go for such miserly bids.

Here's a really bad picture of my retro lamps.


I've just learned how to include smilies in my blog. I'm surprised they're actually moving!

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Kato and Caesar

This is Kato, a headstrong Sheba Inu who prefers "self-guided" walks to the human led variety. Once, in a bid for freedom, he jumped off the deck hurting his leg and causing limps and gimps for ages. Not learning his lesson the first time, he jumped a second time causing more limps, gimps and high drama.

Kato has a brother named Caesar. Caesar's life work is making the world safe from all mail trucks, oil trucks and school busses. In fact, anything large and on wheels is fair game in Caesar's mind. When a hated truck comes within sight, he jumps, spins and squeals as if squashed under the object's wheels. He also spins and squeals when seeing a cat or another dog. It's a good thing Caesar lives in the country, and not the city, as the constant activity would drive him to an exhausted, zoned out, coma. He'd squeal himself hoarse.                                            

Here's a picture of Caesar's tail. He's a very opinionated and nosy Jack Russell Terrier who drives Kato crazy. 

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Hello Planet Earth

Do you ever feel like you're not part of the known universe? I'm having one of those days!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Moving Away

This is Buddy. After several years of caring for Buddy and his companions, I'll no longer be visiting due to their faraway move. I was first hired to sit when the man upstairs proved untrustworthy in caring for the family cats. It was another case of no food or water for at least a week. I'll miss them all very much. 

Buddy's "brother" Milo is a young Cocker who's full of the old scratch.

         A third member of the family is a pretty tabby named Penny.

Last, but not least, is Mimi. She's an older kitty, who's trying really hard to be a Scottish Fold.

I wish the entire family the best of luck in their new home.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Consignment Store

This is the Consignment store I have a space in. As you can see, it's called Pastimes, and can be found on Mendon Rd. in Cumberland, RI.

An interior view. It's jam packed full of stuff.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Mailmen and Taxi Cabs

While walking Calvin and Charlie today, we encountered something exciting! A man carrying a box! You or I  may not find that exciting, but the "boys" were beside themselves with barking, squealing, and leash tugging outrage. Though the box carrying man was not the hated mailman, but only a neighbor loading his car, they didn't know the difference and warned the entire street of possible danger and doom. What would we do without our brave protectors? 

This reminds me of Rex, a hound mix from Providence, who lunges at any car with something on the roof. This includes taxis, pizza delivery vans, and POLICE CARS. Since Rex comes from a hound rescue, I have no idea what his history is, but lunging at police cars gives pause for thought. Exactly what did happen to his former family?! O-0

Monday, November 16, 2009

Lily and Company

This is Lily, a sweet Chihuahua who lives in a big old house in a run down neighborhood. She shares the house with her three cat "sisters" and a bird named Bird. I was hired to care for them when the individuals upstairs neglected to provide fresh food and water for a week, and the mom returned to find hungry pets and a huge mess. Unfortunately, that's not the first time I've been hired for such a reason. It seems a big surprise to some people that pets can't open their own cans, work a faucet, or clean up after themselves without the help of a human. If you don't want the work of caring for someone else's pets, then DON'T SAY YOU'LL DO IT.
This is Ragamese, one of Lily's siblings.

Ashes is a lovely white cat with mismatched eyes.

The third cat, named Gunther, wasn't ready for his close-up.


Saturday, November 14, 2009

No Pictures Please

This is Ebony. In spite of the problematic look, she is a very nice girl. She did not appreciate having her picture taken though. That's o.k. I feel the same way myself.

It's just another lovely day in Rhode Island!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Stupid Pictures!

Trying to post pictures properly is driving me crazy. All the pictures turn up at the top of the post and I can't seen to move them. I'll give it one more shot.

I think I did it. Rah!

Calvin and Charlie

Calvin and Charlie are a pair of sweet guys I walk five times a week. Calvin is a personable Dachshund who rarely causes big trouble. Charlie, on the other hand, is often nicknamed L.B. for Little Bast--d! Once, Charlie ate part of his "mom's" stockings, and had to go to the vet for the surgical removal of the said stockings. When seeing another dog during walks, he squeals as if hit by a car. I'm always saying to him, "It's a good thing you're cute!"

Thursday, November 12, 2009

My Space

This is my space at the consignment store where I leave my "junk." As you can see, it is very full. I don't remember using a shovel!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Today I visited my Golden Retriever friend Travis. He's a handsome fellow of sixteen who has no idea he should be slow and arthritic. As we walk down the streets of Attleboro, he swishes his big tail and barks at all the homes that contain dogs. The dogs may not be outside at the time, but Travis knows they're there and makes sure they know it. He's a friendly sort of guy, and only wants to play.
In his youthful days, Travis won ribbons at dog shows, but was retired when a molar was discovered missing. Having been born with a missing tooth didn't trouble him though, and he happily became a spoiled pet living in the country and eating cookies.
If you followed the recent Hallmark contest, Travis was pictured on one of the winning cards. Fortunately, fame has not gone to his head!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Pet Sitting and Junking

Hello! I'm a pet sitter from Rhode Island who also dabbles in junking. To be honest, I know very little about computers and posting, but I'm hoping to learn. Be patient if I make a HUGE mess. For the past month my friend Linda and I have been renting a space at a consignment store in Cumberland, Rhode Island. We've gone to yard sales, flea markets, estate sales, and the occasional auction. We can't tell what's good, and what's old tat, but we're having a lot of fun. We just buy what we like ourselves.

My pet sitting business has been in operation for over seven years. Because I own my own business, I never know what to expect on a month to month basis. As I like to say, "Every day is an adventure." The pets are sweet, and I thoroughly enjoy caring for them. If I can learn to create a blog, maybe I think about a website.