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Today is the day of the Little Angels, a day to honor deceased children.

My children that I have lost have been of the four legged furry nature. I have wanted for many years to build them an alter for the celebration, adding their favorite treats and toys, but have never done so. Instead I will honor them by making an electronic version today. Their may not be treats and toys involved but I will do my best to include stories of each.

I will try to put them in order of adoption. They were all rescue’s in some form or another. I typically gave AKC names to my dogs, not because they were AKC dogs, more because it gave me free reign to give them really long names, heh!:

Name: Shade
Full name:
Gizmo’s Shadey Lady, Shades of Gizmo
Zoomy Zoomy, Zoomy
Breed: Pomeranian

Shade was my first dog as an adult. Shade was purchased from a friend of my husbands, when she was three weeks old. This friend had taken two puppies and the Momma dog  away from his Sister due to the Sister being a drug addict and not taking care of the Momma dog, which in turn had stopped feeding the puppies. I only agree to pay for her to get her out of the situation.
Shade fit in the cup of my hand and only grew to be 3 1/2 pounds as an adult.
She was the first to pass, going due to congestive heart failure at 13 yrs.

Name: Smokey
Full name: 
Smoke Lass Hoppin Flip
Moke, MokeMoke
Breed: Pomeranian

Smokey was adopted at roughly a year of age. Quirky story behind getting Smokey…my husband and I had stopped by a local pet store in the mall, which we did regularly to just ‘look’ at the puppies. One afternoon we were in the store staring at this adorable 8 week old Pomeranian puppy that was staring back at us while she chewed on the bars. We were discussing buy her just because she was so cute, but couldn’t afford the $800 they were asking for her. We fell in love with her but had to walk away. The next day my Mom calls me and tells me that they had broken down and bought my brother a Pomeranian. He had fallen for Shade and wanted a little bundle of fur himself. I asked where they got it and she stated from the Mall. I perked up and said, was it a little cream colored female that was 8 weeks old? She said it was and I squealed, telling her that we had seen her the day before and fell in love with her.
To shorten the story, they kept Smokey for about a year and decided to let us adopt her due to her and their German Shepherd not getting along. She was finally ours.
Smokey passed due to complications of Cushings Disease at the age of 14yrs.

Name: Quest
Full name: 
El Pelon’s Quest for Excellence (this was her previous AKC name)
Breed: Chinese Crested – Hairless

Quest was adopted from a local breeder. The breeder had purchased her from a puppy mill breeder in the states for $1500. The local breeder ‘purchased’ her to get her out of the situation she was in and because she wanted to start breeding Chinese Cresteds. Quest had one pregnancy and the puppy was severally  Hydrocephalic and died a few weeks after birth. The breeder had Quest spayed due to the potential of having more birth defects. I spoke to this breeder often due to the fact that she frequented our Vet Clinic with the puppies and adult pregnant dogs she had. I mentioned to her that I was looking for a Chinese Crested that I could adopt and she told me about Quest. I adopted Quest within a few days of hearing about her. Quest had many behavioral problems due to coming from a puppy mill. She was caged from birth, before the local breeder bought her, which wasn’t long, due to her being a year and half when I adopted her.
Quest passed due to Liver Cancer at the age of 11yrs.

Name: Whisper
Full name: 
Careless Whisper Caravelle N’Co (her previous AKC name)
Woo, Woodees
Breed: Chinese Crested – Hairless

Whisper was bought sight unseen from Ohio. I always wanted to have four dogs total and really wanted another Crested. I started searching the internet for another hairless and how I came upon Whisper I don’t even remember. The odd thing was, I had planned to name a dog Whisper before I even found her and then there she was. I purchased her for $150 without even meeting her. She was a ‘pet quality’ 11 month old, that also had some behavioral problems. She was the only other dog that I truly set out to buy and not truly rescue.
Whisper passed of Liver Cancer at the age of 13yrs.

Name: Ashley
Full name: 
Ash a Lee Punk a Do
Punky, Bug
Breed: Pomeranian

Ashley was adopted at an unknown age and was also a 3 1/2 pound adult. She was adopted with one other dog, Grizzley. The story behind Ashley was that she was living with the human owner of Shade’s dad, along with two other dogs. The other two that I also came to adopt where Shade’s brother Grizzley and Shade’s dad Gizmo, Ashley was unrelated. The trio of dogs fell on hard times when the humans that owned them split up. They suddenly found themselves in an abandoned apartment, not being taken care of or fed properly. The quirky thing about this story was that no more than a week previously I had a premonition about the dogs. I told my husband that if for some reason those dogs need a home we will be taking them in and he adamantly agreed. We were sitting in a restaurant having lunch a few days later and a friend that knew the human couple stated that they had split up and the dogs were living at the apartment by themselves. He said there was mention of the dogs going to the pound. The next day I looked up the phone number of the female, I told her that I had run into so n’ so and he told me the dogs were going to the pound. She started crying saying she didn’t know what she was going to do. I stopped her and said, ‘Your bringing the dogs to me’. She had already given Gizmo to someone else but he wasn’t doing well health wise. I told her to bring me Grizzley and Ashley ASAP and to tell the person she gave Gizmo to that if she couldn’t keep him or pay for his medical bills, she was to bring him to me. The dogs were brought in, I worked at a Vet clinic at the time,  covered in matted fur and feces, Ashley had urine burns and could barely walk because the hair had been matted so badly to her backend and legs.  The story goes on to their rehab and I did end up with Gizmo as well.
Ashley passed of congestive heart failure at roughly at 14yrs. She was the first dog I performed CPR on, I was successful until we got her to PET Emergency and ended up putting her down due to her condition.

Name: Grizzley
Full name: 
Gizmo’s Grizzley Boo Beer Bear
Griddy, Boo
Breed: Pomeranian

Grizzley was adopted with Ashley and you can read how he was adopted in her story. Grizzley has more of a story though. He was actually supposed to be my first Pomeranian. The people that had Shade had a litter previously and Grizzley was the only one in the litter. The girlfriend of the human that had the Dad dog, trumped me on getting him. Grizzley had a bit of a drinking problem. When he was with the previous owners he would frequently steal sips of their alcoholic drinks that they had sitting on the floor. He quickly became addicted to them and would sit and stare at you if you didn’t give him any, occasionally growling. Since I am not a drinker, that behavior wasn’t a problem.
Grizzley passed at 16yrs due to Lung Cancer.


Name: Gizmo
Full name: 
Breed: Pomeranian

Gizmo was the father of Shade and Grizzley. His adoption story can be read in Ashley’s story. When he finally came to me he was severally depressed. He had been separated from the dog family that he had known since he was one year old. He wasn’t eating and drinking very little. The lady that had adopted him surrendered him to me because she couldn’t afford to take him to the Vet to get him checked out. The day that she brought him to me I was working at the Vet clinic. I happened to have Grizzley and Ashley with me that day to have their dental’s done. When Gizmo first saw me he instantly perked up, he knew me since he was a puppy, but when I took him to the back to put him in with Grizzley and Ashley he turned into a different dog. He was so happy he was  yip whining and licking all over them.  The only thing wrong with him was he needed a dental and to be reunited with his family.
Gizmo died shortly after Shade, he never came out of his depression from her dying. He was 14yrs old.

No picture of Gizmo


Name: Bear
Full name: 
Prince Bear Von Charmy Charm
Bubba, Boo, Charmy Charm
Breed: Pomeranian

Bear was adopted from a friend that fell on hard times, Bear was roughly 8 yrs old. I received a call one day from a friend, he asked if I still rescued Pomeranian’s, I told him I did but wasn’t looking for another dog at the time. Something told me to check it out anyway. He and his girlfriend and children had been evicted and was living with his parents. Bear was living in the garage. I had him bring Bear to me. At first I was thinking I would take him in to find him a home, the decision to keep him was quick in the coming.
Bear was put to sleep due to a condition called FCE or Fibrocartilaginous Embolism, it’s also known as a Spinal Stroke. There is no known reason why they happen, he had no injury to cause it. He was almost 14 yrs old.


Name: Wicket
Full Name: 
Nickname: Wickumus, Sexy Face,Wicky
Breed: Brussels Griffon, rough coat

His story was this: Wicket was rescued by the Police Dept. and Animal Control on January 12th 2012. He and 38 other dogs were found to be living in disgusting conditions. The floors were covered in feces, urine and yuck and there were cages everywhere filled with dogs. The cages were also filled with feces, urine and yuck. The dogs were covered in sores, matted fur, infection and they were also malnourished. The ‘men’ that did this were Dog Show fanatics that were hoarding and attempting to be a puppy mill.

I saw Wicket on the Polar Pug Rescue and Friends website in March 2012. I had just lost my Whisper to cancer and still had my Bear, with his own health issue. I watched Bear to see how he was doing being an only dog. I didn’t want to go on impulse, even though I was totally taken by Wickets picture, and instead wanted to make sure that Bear would be ok with getting another dog. I thought about Wicket almost everyday until I could take it no longer. I put in my application for him, I believe near the end of March and heard back rather quickly from Vickie Young of PPRaF. I went to meet him… I was done, I wanted to run out the door with the little guy in my arms! He had me wrapped around his little stubby tail from first muzzle nudge. I believe that was a Friday and I had the little guy at my home by Monday. I was and still am, inside out in love with that little man. I have never had such a strong connection with any of my dogs. I don’t want to make them sound less loved, no…not what I mean. Wicket and I connected, he read me, I read him…he was my puppy soul mate.

Wicket was put to sleep Oct. 20,2013 due to a suspected brain tumor. We guess his age to be 8 years’ish. He was only with me a year and a half and he changed my heart for the better, not loosing him, but being able to love the little Sexy Face and have his unconditional love in return.





I miss you all very much and carry you in my heart everyday. You were all awesome little Rock Star’s. Mama kisses…


I’m still recovering from the surgery I had July 25th. I tell ya, I’m not a spring chicken anymore! Uff-da!! BUT, I’m getting there!! I’ve only had one gut flare up since the surgery, so hopefully that means I have a bit of a handle on what to eat and what to stay away from.

The creation bug has hit again and I think it brought friends. I’ve started on the decorations for work, have a Diorama Pumpkin in the works, along with a almost complete art doll. The decorations for work will be a haunted ghostly 8ft long (by 24″) table that I will have mainly greys, blacks, whites, with a smidge of orange. The back drop, hanging on the wall, will be two 36″ x 48″ canvas’s that I have covered in Victorian Damask fabric, that is distressed to look like failing wallpaper. I have a paper chandelier (since it is a drop ceiling I can’t have too much weight), then I am making 5, or so, Dusty Mites which are little 6″ poseable dolls to go here and there in various forms of mischief.
My brain feels better now that I’m acting on my ideas, instead of letting them all swirl around endlessly in my noggin.

Ruffio is doing great. Come November 2nd he will have been with me a year, that is when I started fostering him, but his Gotcha date is February 15th. The little stinker is coming out if his shell more and more and its awesome to be part of his transformation.

Fama is doing well. Her last CT scan showed the tumors have shrunk slightly and there are no new ones. She is going to take about a month off of the Chemo, to take a break, since she has had 11 treatments so far on this second round of Chemo, which it will be 14 total before the break starts.

Obviously Washington isn’t happening by the October 1st date that I had set. I’m spending yet another winter in Alaska, but this will be my last. I know, I said that last winter, but this time I’m much closer to wits end and for my own mental and physical health, etc., I have to put my foot down. If Fama is with us, then she can come and stay with me in Washington and then come stay with my brother here in Alaska.

I will try to post some WIP pictures of what I’m making…

I’m back on track, ahem…again, to get The Whimsy Attic website created. I had the previous idea of creating an attic like site but have shifted gears, yet again. I’ve decided that to get this complete I must simplify my idea, the previous idea would have entailed much photoshop’ing and creating.  The newer idea will require photoshop’ing and creating but to a much less degree.

The other point to this, this will allow me to create business cards to match and I have an idea for having a Trade show/Craft show booth that will also be very similar.  Win win win.

Now to search the interwebs for the Victorian wallpaper I need…

I get excited about moving down to Vancouver, Wa. and then realize everything I need to do. Since I really don’t have a ‘set in stone’ date, but had originally said it would be October 1st, mainly because I DO NOT want to spend one more horrid winter in Alaska, I really need to start having garage sales and clear the clutter, before that time comes.

I am A.D.D where ideas and creativity are concerning. I can seriously be distracted by anything shiny, rusty, grungy, ghostly, etc and off I go in a totally different direction.  It isn’t a bad thing, but when it comes to completing something, well… things tend to sit half finished or not started at all. I seemed to have let that creative “run amokness” spill over into my regular daily activities. Must focus grasshopper!!

As an example of my Amokness…Since recently being at West Coast Haunters Convention, I have the convention bug. I want to have a booth to sell my stuff. I don’t want just any booth though, I want it to be snazzy and eye drawing. So lately my brain is full of ideas to make a portable booth design. I already know what I kinda want it to look like but need to get the little details down. Now here is the catch… I’m all excited about making a booth but it all has to wait until I’m living IN Vancouver! Why brain, are you wasting time NOW trying to figure this out? See what I have to deal with!!?

So focus I must. I need to start a Garage Sale pile, and get rid of things that I really don’t need/want any longer. When I move I don’t plan on taking the couch or king sized mattress, that needs to be replaced anyway. There will be select pieces of large furniture and then stuff. The large portion of stuff will be the craft room. Oh lawrd, the craft room! I think I will throw out the two bookcases I have, which were freebies on craiglists, and find better ones once down there.

::: jeopardy music plays :::

Talk about focus! I just spent the last couple of hours forgetting that I was writing this blog post and went surfing around Facebook, looking at more WCHC pictures! ::: face palm :::


I’m going to try my bestest to blog more. I have got to get this thing rolling again…


I thought I was going to be doing blog posts while I was AT West Coast Haunters Con but that didn’t happen. I was like a kid in a candy store and it was all I could do to take more pictures than I did last year. I was giddy, excited, restless, overwhelmed… off my rocker with joy, about sums it up. This years Convention was the awesomness! I can’t wait until next year!

I went about taking pictures in a different way this year. I added in Monster. Monster is a small dog toy that belongs to Ruffio. The reason I brought him this year was due to Ruffio having to stay home, plus I have brought Monster to work with me on days that were overly stressful and I needed something in the way of a Service Animal, heh!  Monster has become my go to for stress relief. No, I don’t stuff him in my mouth and squeak squeak squeak the stress away, although I have done that when playing with Ruffio.

Monster gained a following quickly while at the Con and I had been asked by a couple of people if I was going to make him a Facebook Page. so I did. You can follow The adventures of Monster here: https://www.facebook.com/RuffiosMonster

Before I post a few pictures from WCHC, I wanted to mention how I feel about moving down there. I have been researching apartments to live in while I figure out where I want to buy a house. I was looking, online, in and around Vancouver, WA and stumbled upon Slate Ridge in Fishers Landing. Of course online photos can be misleading. so Fama and I headed out to drive around that area. We stopped in the Slate Ridge Leasing Office and spoke to the rep there, for some time, and she showed us different apartments. I love Slate Ridge!! It is a bit expensive but I will be paying for peace of mind for living in a nicer area and they have a small movie theater that can be reserved, pool, gym, dog park, etc.  So one check mark off the To Do list for living there, and hopefully an apartment will be available when I need it. I will still need to find a job, but something tells me to wait and something right will come along. Of course, I will not wait too long and plan on creating full time once I am down there.

As for the driving in a big city, I have no problems driving around down in the busy Portland area. It just feels right. Yes there is traffic, but there is traffic here too and the drivers up here are a-holes.
I mentioned on Facebook that I feel out of place now that I am home. Driving down streets that I have driven on most of my life and I feel like I’m… just not in the right place. An Oregon friend on FB mentioned, you are physically in Alaska but your soul is down here. That is literally what I feel like.

I will get there, the psychic medium at WCHC told me so. Not only will I get down there and do very well, but I also must start creating! She said my soul needs it and aches for it. Which I already knew 🙂

Now for a few pictures… If you want to see more pictures you can go to Monsters Page and look in his Photos for the West Coast Haunters Convention album.

You may recognize a few of these guys if you watched Face Off on Syfy. Angie Hill took First Place at the West Coast Haunters Costume Ball, for the second year in a row!


Roy Wooley – http://www.roywooley.com/




Robert ‘RJ’ Haddey – http://www.rjhaddy.com/


Nix Herrera – http://www.nixbodyart.com/


Angie Hill as Medusa w/Monster – http://aranamuerta.com/




Posting from the plane….Yay!!!!! 5 hours of sleep, driving will be fun! Thank gawd for GPS!

*update* I just realized that what I typed sounded like I was flying the plane. Ummmmm no.

Tomorrow, Fama and I will arrive in Portland, Oregon!!! We are going on a scouting mission for me to find an apartment in an area that I am comfortable in AND to go to WCHC!! Wooo Hooo!!! So many people I can’t wait to see again, and the new ones I get to meet finally!

I’m almost packed, only the few things I have to throw in tomorrow after the shower. Ruffio has been dropped off at daycare and I MISS HIM!! Not sure how I’m going to sleep without my little snuggle butt.






If you’re friends with me on Facebook you are aware that I plan on moving to the Vancouver, Washington area and have set a date of October…and if we aren’t FB Friends, you are now aware. Heh. I have been overly tired with Alaska, in many many regards, for years now. The weather, the isolation, cost of living, and on and on. There really is no haunt community up here and although there are many artists, they tend to all drift towards the tourist industry, which is Alaskan themed items. Yuck I say, but understand that is the theme that is the money maker here. …and again Yuck I say!

So the move… I was born and raised in Alaska, with the exception of living in Alabama for roughly 6 years when I was a wee Lass. Alaska is a different creature of a state and there are many a things to learn when I move to America, as the Fam lovingly calls it. Like what? You may ask, well… pest control for one. We do not have fleas, ticks, fire ants, house ants, snakes, lizards, smaller destructive mammals like mole’s, raccoons, etc. At least none of these things listed are a problem in that we have to be proactive about it… mainly because we are in a frozen state for much of the year. Yes we have mosquito’s that can carry off a small dog, and of course we have large wildlife. Tit for tat I guess.
My other concerns are: getting to know the area to find a ‘good’ place to live, finding new doctors, new Veterinarians, Dentist, Ophthalmologists,  Doggie Day Care, where do I get my car fixed? Heck, where do I buy my car? Then the biggy… finding a JOB. Having no health insurance until I find a job, yes I’m fully aware of the ‘Not Affordable Health Care’… don’t get me started.

Having stated some of the worries I have, I also find excitement in it as well! Finding new places to eat, the best place to view a sunrise or sunset, shopping for antiques without it costing me a mini fortune, the new types of trees and plants that can be grown or battled with. Free Shipping!!! I can drive to a different state! I can fly to a different state for cheap, or take the train!
No, I do not look forward to battling the bugs and having to treat Ruffio with Flea and Tick meds, but I look forward to being able to take him on walks and play in the yard for more time over the seasons. OH the seasons!!! I can actually see a Fall, that doesn’t last two weeks! Pumpkin patches!!! …and Pumpkin patches!!! and more Pumpkin patches!!! Fresh fruit and veggies from local growers that are much more in abundance. Fresh Seafood!!! (Yes we have Seafood up here but most of it comes from somewhere else) and Halloween, oh Halloween how I have missed you. I do understand that October is rainy in Van/Portland, but have you ever had to wear a winter coat, boots, hat and gloves OVER your Halloween costume…and not have it be part of the costume? I can handle rain… and actually like it and fog!

So as you can see I’m over the moon with excitement of moving to somewhere new, that is not Alaska, but yes, I have a lot of life stress to handle before that. Fama is in Stage 4 lung cancer and time is not on her side. I so want her to move with me, but I doubt that will happen. She has a connection to Alaska, one that I truly do not share, and she wants to be here. My plan for October was going to be followed through with even if she was still with us. I battle with the decision and yes I want to spend her last times with her, but at the same time I cannot take another winter here. Sounds completely selfish, and maybe it is, but I have put off my plans for roughly 3 years now due to life emergencies and quite frankly, I’m beyond frustrated. What is one more winter? Pure hell. I literally feel myself walking closer to the grave with each winter… and NO that is not some metaphor for me wanting to off myself. I simply mean that I literally die on the inside. Winter here is nothing but a dark, white and grey frozen world.  I loathe snow and ice and cold. I need milder winters, with green to be seen, no possibility of four feet of snow in a 24 hour period, or even just one. If snow happens, there are snow days!!

So as you can see I’m feeling stuck but overly excited for new experiences to come!!


The papers have been signed and Ruffio is officially my little minion!! We had a busy day, we started out at two different Pet stores then went to Little Dog meetup, with lots of puppy friends to play with. After signing the papers we came home and both decided we were due for a nap!
His rescue story is much like my Wickets, they were both in the same abuse situation. I will refresh those that may not have followed before. On January 12th, 2012 two men were arrested for the animal abuse of 39+ dogs and 50+parakeets. The men were hoarding and attempting to be a puppy mill. The house was found to be full of cages, feces, urine, etc. with all the dogs being neglected, suffering malnutrition, covered in urine and feces burns and sores, etc. Some dogs died, others would be put down, while others would pass in rescue months later. The rescue, Polar Pug Rescue & Friends, received 11, I believe, of the rescues which is where my Wicket and my Ruffio  were adopted from.
I adopted Wicket on April 9th, 2012 and due to a Brain tumor I had to send him to puppy heaven on October 20th, 2013. On November 2, I took Ruffio and Charlotte (Ruffio’s sister) into foster. In January Charlotte went back to rescue, due to her high energy she wasn’t doing well at my home, she needs someone that can help her get out all of her energy. Plus, they both have Stranger Danger issue’s and can be a bit fearful of new situations and they were feeding off of each others fears. They do better apart, mainly for their mental health and Ruffio is more laid back, so the higher energy sister was driving him to shut down.

So exactly 2 years and 1 month after being rescued, Ruffio is officially ‘dopted!!

Oh, I have to mention this, my motherly instincts kicked in today at Petco. We were walking around looking at collars and harnesses and a Golden Retriever came down the aisle. Ruffio barks at big dogs, but it isn’t a fear induced bark or repetitive. He typically barks once, maybe twice, to get their attention.  I never scold him when he barks this way because he is only talking and his body language isn’t anything to worry about. The 20 something on the other end of the Golden’s leash assumed this meant that Ruffio was mean, even though Ruffio was paying no attention to either of them any longer. She left the aisle and went down the other aisle, where I found her while we were looking for more stuff. I heard her say to, I think it was her Dad, ‘that Chihuahua, something something’. It took every bit of restraint I had to hold back my inner children and not scream at her… “HE IS NOT A CHIHUAHUA, HE IS A BRUSSELS GRIFFON/ITALIAN GREYHOUND, we think, MIX!!” Instead I stayed on the aisle and let Ruffio pick out a toy. He didn’t even look at any of them…being such the mean little Chihuahua he is. LOL



I have said this before but MAN am I a blogger slacker! SSSSLLLL AAAACK KA ERRRRRR.

I think I type myself out over on Facebook and don’t feel like repeating myself. I have got to get back on this thing!!

Updates… I’m slowly working through my health problems. Currently I’m waiting on lab results from Thyroid tests, I went to an Endocrinologist to get to the bottom of my Thyroid symptoms. My regular Doc doesn’t seem to go beyond testing my TSH, telling me my meds are fine and calling it good.
Next is food allergy testing in March, to see if my gut problems are allergy based. I’m also going to be getting an MRI on my liver in a couple of months, we saw something on the CT scan and need to see if anything has changed.

I believe I posted before about fostering two pups that I have fostered separately before, with Wicket, they were Charlotte and Ruffio. I started fostering them on November 2nd and after a couple of months I had to take Charlotte back. She is a very high energy pup, not just physically but mentally and I couldn’t give her the stimulation she needed to get the energy out. Because she wasn’t in the daycare situation, where she was able to play all day, she started escalating and Ruffio was taking the brunt of it. They are literally polar opposites and he was getting upset with her more often than not. He would wait until she was relaxed or sleeping, before he would instigate play, which once she turned on the energy he didn’t want to play anymore.
I was worried that Ruffio wouldn’t take to being alone and he has done awesome! His confidence has improved, he is less fearful of new noises and we went out in public a few times and he has done awesome there too!
Since I will be moving in with Fama (Mom) soon, I needed to see how he took to her and her house. So far so good, he is a bit scared but not terrified. I think he will do fine. So I am 98.9% sure that I will be a foster failure!!! My only concern is Ruffio being comfortable and not traumatized. He is resilient, just like most dogs,  but I will put him first. 😉

Here is the little cuteness…

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