The Food Lady

2025 was not kind to The Food Lady. It started out garbage-y when Donut died, which while technically was 2024 was close enough to 2025 to make no nevermind.

It then brightened up a month later with the arrival of my shining star Oy. My first purpose breed puppy, my first time on an airplane alone to retrieve him, first time I chose a puppy instead of a rescue choosing me. And other than the confinement issues we had at first, he was SUCH a good puppy.

And I thought everything was coming up roses; I had a great puppy, I’m living in a great little house with a huge yard, five minutes from work so I could spend a lot of time working with my new puppy, my job was going well and everything was great. And about a month after that, the worst event of my life happened, I was deeply traumatized by it and I’m still not okay and it was a real tough slog for months after that. Sometimes it still is.

And then a few months after that, Dexter died. He was very old and his body had given up and it was time, but it was a terrible blow. He was the last of the OGs and it just really hit home for me that an era of my life was over.

My family got so much smaller, so fast and very traumatically. It was hard to keep up with the emotional turnover.

When Neato got “sick” and I had such terrible experiences with the veterinary clinics that were supposed to be helping us, I was really disappointed with some of the responses to me expressing that frustration online. A number of long time followers were really dismissive of my experience and I couldn’t help but feel like there was an element of petty vengeance in that dismissal, like some of you resented me not sharing the painful event where I lost my girls and maybe even the time off I took afterward. Maybe after 20ish years of sharing all the details of my dog life I set the bar too high and when I needed privacy some of you took it personally, I don’t know. But I lost some long time followers who were really pro-vet in this scenario. And maybe some of you would like to know that the same specialty clinic that insisted Neato needed to be hospitalized at 9PM on Tuesday night – despite all other medical opinions the contrary and the fact that he was racing around with a stuffy in the yard at the time – is the clinic that missed a gastro-intestinal blockage not once, not twice, but three times in a friend’s dog, sending her home each time with “gas.” The fourth time they removed a couple dozen feet of dead bowel and a stuffy toy and charged her $11,000.00 for their services. I trusted my gut, and glad I did, even if some of you thought I was being overly dramatic.

Neato is, by the way, completely fine and has had no other episodes since. And I genuinely believe this to be because I stopped letting him eat cardboard. Oy had a lot of cardboard for enrichment when he was a puppy – I shoved treats in paper towel tubes, in egg cartons, in boxes inside boxes, so he would have activities to keep him occupied – and Neato LOVES to eat cardboard and scavenged around constantly for the castoffs. The vets said cardboard would just digest, but I think a lot of that super compressed cardboard is way more complicated than that and I think it temporarily blocked him and caused some motility issues until it finally did digest and pass. Because no more cardboard = Neato with normal appetite.

Then I got Evil Baby in a moment of weakness and PTSD, because he looked so much like Fae in his shelter photo. But he is not Fae and I do not love him. His behaviours make him challenging to love and sometimes even to like. One day I will deep dive his complicated temperament. He was problematic from the moment I brought him home, which I shared in a light-hearted way to more shitty reception from people that I thought understood my humour after years of following me. This probably sounds pretty woe-is-me to some of you, but you know what? After the year I’ve had, I am really sensitive and easily wounded by hurts, and I’m not embarrassed to admit it, so if you can’t be empathetic you know where the door is. I’m sad to have lost you, but I have enough on my emotional plate right now.

Take this with you when you go though.

Oh sure, it looks cute and all, but there is no relaxing with this thing in my house. It’s a constant vigil against escalation and overarousal. My ADOLESCENT BORDER COLLIE is more relaxing than this little flag-tailed twelve pound turd. I don’t really want him in my house but nobody else seems to want him in their house either, despite my best efforts (and yes, I do realize that naming him Evil Baby may have crippled those efforts somewhat). Although Oy is very fond of him, which is adorable because of the 35lb difference between them and also because when Evil gets all worked up and angry, Oy is mystified and just takes it until I come in to stop it. Because Oy is the best.

He really is the best. I mean, I didn’t mean to get a gargantuan border collie (AGAIN – and he makes Dexter look like Dexter was SMALL) who is 24″ at the shoulder and weighs 47 extremely lean lbs, but his temperament is 99% absolute perfection. Evil was a flop, but Oy won the Oscar. He is my soul mate.

I would still like to find Oy a playmate closer to his own size, and I also would like to have a regular sized border collie – or border collie adjacent – dog so I am still on the hunt for that mythical creature. And those of you following on Patreon please know that I will resume writing about that journey in the new year; I got really sick in October and in November I went through a really depressive period and could not get my shit together AT ALL, and then it was Christmas. But I am committed to returning to exploring the adopt-don’t-shop adventure I’m on and will be a lot better about it in coming weeks and months.

A follower recently said they miss my dog stories. I want you to know I miss them too. And maybe I’m not articulating this really well but the trauma that I went through this year changed ME. It took away a lot of the lightness that I enjoyed about having a pack of dogs. Dog ownership is heavier for me now in ways I can’t really explain. I am lot more hypervigilant and less cavalier. I trust less and fear a lot of unknowns. I have come to see that I will never be the same Food Lady I was before. In November, when I was so messed up, it was largely because of one facet of my life that was not going as well as I would have liked (not dog related) and it cascaded into basically daily tears, obsessing over this relatively small issue that I could not control anyway and I couldn’t put it down and walk away from it. I have come to see that 2025 broke me in ways I am still discovering and I don’t always know how to put myself back together. So I am sorry that I can’t find the flip and funny Food Lady that went with the doggie flow for so long – she’s still swimming against a tide of fear and sadness.

My old lady Addy though? She did me a solid and gave me a worry-free year. Haven’t even seen her have her annual seizure this year at all. She’s my good girl. If she could stop aging, that would be great though.

And Winter, my backup dancer, always 10 feet from stardom, old reliable, my little outlast-er, got really sick and then followed it up by getting really injured, because I guess he thought 2025 maybe needed to go out with a loaded Visa and tears, but then he pulled it together and unless he has another trick in his hat, ready to go in the next 5 hours, it looks like we’re going to adios to this SHIT year without any drama and hopefully asleep before midnight.

So here we are, a few hours away from 2025 in the rearview and I can’t be happier to see it gone. Sorry to be a downer. But to those of you who hung in there, and checked on me, and shared love with me, thank you for being you. I appreciate the kindness of those of you who understood I was not okay. I hope 2026 is a year where I heal and put down some of what I’ve been carrying around.

Cheers to you, from my very different family than this time last year.
(and I still have not taught Evil Baby a sit-stay, so I had to glue him onto the family photo)

Happy New Year. Here’s a bonus photos of DOYrkus Maximus, because he makes me laugh.

Today my awesome though EXTREMELY HUGE baby is a whole one year old! He is the size of like 11 regular one year old border collies combined, but that means there’s just more of him to love. He is now about 23″ at the shoulder and weighs a very lean 50 lbs. His breeder said “He certainly is a tall fellow” which sums him up pretty well.

And what a great year (the Oy parts anyway) it’s been. I can’t believe how lucky I got, picking a puppy sight unseen, getting on a plane and meeting a stranger at the airport in another province and ending up with the sweetest, kindest, funniest border collie ever. I was sooooo nervous about the whole “buying a puppy” scenario. I looked at an awful lot of puppies/litters for like two years. In the end all I had was two pedigrees and a lot of hope. But it turns out I did what I always do – I picked with my heart. I knew he was meant to be mine as soon as I saw his baby photo, and it turned out I was right!

I TOLD YOU ALL HE WAS RED. All you colour blind people who kept saying it was a photo of a black and white puppy. Hmph.

But I mean I didn’t think he’d be so huge. That part I did not foresee.

He is also a huge suck. He is definitely a lover, not a fighter – a couple of weeks ago at class he was attacked by another dog and all he did was cower and cry until the teacher dragged the dog off him. Because he just wants to be everydog’s friend, or at least neutral companion. I am forever rescuing him from Evil Baby who makes him cry by biting him in the face, and he never retaliates. I am glad, because he is too big to be a naughty fighty boi, but I am also glad because he is the gentle soul I love so much, all the way through his pretty red body to his kind, kind heart.

Although I did not teach him “leave it” very thoroughly, so it was verrrrry hard for him not to eat his cake during this photo taking event (I would not call it a session because it lasted about 15 seconds as we were in extreme danger of losing the cake prop to his gaping maw).

He really is so delightful. I wish has the words to tell you all how much. He is so curious, and enthusiastic, and ready to rock, but also snuggly and sweet and completely delighted by little things he discovers, like slugs. He is grossly obsessed with my armpits and thinks they require grooming in bed every night, that part is weird…but I often wake up with his head draped across my neck or torso and he has to be touching me to fall asleep at night. He will try any new sport with me because he wants to be the best boy. He puts up with grouchy old lady Addy and her snarkypants, he is gentle with Neato and makes sure he doesn’t step on him under the covers when he gets into bed. (He could be a little nicer to Winter, but Winter doesn’t really bring out the best in his brothers…and now that Dexter is gone, Winter needs someone to antagonize.)

He really is the best.

I cannot wait for all the the birthdays ahead of him that we get to share! We are going to have so much fun playing disc and agility and lure coursing and hopefully in the Spring he will get to try his paw at sheeps.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OY BOY!

And the boy didn’t like it

Neato and Evil Baby are not yet friends. I mean, Neato doesn’t want to make any more friends at the best of times, but he especially does not want to make friends with Evil Baby. Neato holds a grudge like I hold onto an ice cream sandwich, and as Evil Baby bit him in the face on Day One, and has subsequently beat him up for walking past a toy the Baby was playing with, he is not inclined to shift his position on the matter. I don’t really blame him, it’s taking me some time to come around to liking Evil Baby too.

Fortunately for Jude, Oy DOES like him and wants to play with him ALL THE TIME.

The irony here is that the point of getting another dog was so that Oy had someone to play with that he would be less likely to accidentally damage. He is a very gentle dog, but he is also an adolescent border collie and he gets amped up and sometimes he accidentally hurts Neato or Addy. So my plan was to get a dog in the 20ish lb range – sturdy enough to take rough play with Oy, small enough to be able to lug around under an armpit if need be. Instead I got 11 lbs of Evil Baby who plays ROUGH, but now I have THREE dogs that Oy could accidentally injure. I have already extricated Jude from a potentially scary situation where Oy was thrashing him back and forth by his collar. Jude was no worse for wear, and went back for seconds, but I didn’t like, and don’t want it to happen again. Jude needs to play with someone his own size, and the dogs his size in my household don’t care for him, so he’s going to have to move along to a more appropriate household.

Oy will be bummed though, because he really likes having a playmate to roughhouse with.

The crazy thing about Jude is that he can get tackled by 50lbs of Oy and come up snapping like an alligator, but if I open a bag of chips “wrong” it spooks the heck out of him. He is a lot more confident on his (current) home turf now, but he is overall a sorta spooky/nervous dog and I want … a “Bro” dog. I want Mr. Woo back. I want a stable, social, solid, go everywhere medium sized mutt without any pit bull/power breed (sorry not sorry), terrier (even less sorry) or shepherd or husky in it (OR MALINOIS). I don’t even know where to find those anymore, I feel like we neutered them right out of existence.

He still reminds me remarkably of Fae from time to time, which is both startling and sad in equal measure. However, he is not Fae and I know better, and should not have adopted him. But maybe you should adopt him!

It’s not like I hate him, or even dislike him, but I am not at a place in my life where I want a million dogs at a time anymore and I can’t keep him “just because.” I’d like one more dog that is the right match, and not replace my oldies when I lose them, and get myself down to 2 or 3 at a time only. I am not getting younger, rentals aren’t getting any easier to find and I am tired.

But if I could clone Oy … in like, half size. I LOVE Oy. I love him so much I can’t even begin to tell you. He is just, like, my souldog. He and I really are Ka-tet.

Not unlike Addy and her beloved pear. My pear tree is FULL of pears. Hundreds of pears. But in the tree of pears, Addy found The One.

They enjoy intense conversation:

But they have a playful side together:

You can see the love as she gazes as The Pear:

And they enjoy quiet moments, laying in the grass, finding the shapes of their love in the clouds:

My wish for you is that you find your Pear. I think mine might be Oy, which is a little unfortunate, because he doesn’t even have a job or anything. But damn, is he ever good lookin’!

(but if you know anyone looking for a small dog, who is very cuddly and comical, but needs a little confidence building and some remedial work around resources and other dogs, hmu)

There aren’t numbers high enough to count the ways.

You were a perfect boy – smart, funny, sensitive, loyal and full of enthusiasm.

Your spirit was always bright, but your body failed you. I did my best, and I didn’t want to fail you too. So when your legs stopped working, when your arthritis became too much; when your earthly trappings became too painful, I had to let you go.

The first photo of you

And the last

And so many wonderful memories in between.

I will love you and miss you forever, my sweet Dexter “Long-stride” Morgan. Take my love with you, and share it with your brothers and sisters who left before you.

Dexter

August 23, 2009 – May 10, 2025

in the history of Wootube Family Photos.

Apparently we have more work to do on sit-stay … and down-stay … just on “stay” in general. Every time I had to go put him back everyone moved, because they were all “oooh you ruined the photo, you’re gonna be in trouble” and they all got up and shuffled away. And when I put the rest of them back in position, Oy was all “you’re boring AF” and wandered off. And no chance at all of getting Dexter in there at all. This masterpiece took like 20 minutes to achieve lol.

Oy is just over 4 months old and has been with me for just over four weeks now. He is officially All Legs:

…with a dash of ears thrown in for balance:

We have conquered, finally, much of the freaking out when he is confined and/or I am not within his eyeline. He now stays quietly in his pen with his munchies and mostly just naps; he even goes in on his own when he sees me get the frozen slow feeder out. But you will NEVER catch him in there if it is open and he is free to roam around. I am still not allowed to shut a door in his face though, and I shamelessly use this to my advantage when I let him outside for an 11PM pee and he thinks maybe we should be going to play frisbee instead and will neither pee nor come back inside, and he knows full well I can’t come get him because I’m in my slippers and the yard is muddy. I tell him FINE and shut the back door. Once he put on his Determined Face and stayed out there for about 4 minutes (for 3.5 minutes, he tried to CHEW THROUGH THE BUNGIE CORDS HOLDING THE GATE SHUT BECAUSE MAYBE FRISBEE) but he caved before I did and came screaming for the back door. I know this makes me a bad trainer, but he is exhausting and I am picking my battles.

He is MENTAL for the disc. We have had a couple of power struggles where he blows off his recall to race to the spot on the empty lot next door where we play disc. We had one today. I sat down on a log and counted to some astronomical number in an attempt to control my RAGE before he came back to see what was taking the STUPID lady with her STUPID rules and her STUPID slow walking so long, and I had calmed down enough to reward and praise him, and then he was good about coming back on the walk after that. This dog has FIERCELY SERIOUS IDEAS and apparently they are mostly in opposition to my stupid and boring ideas.

He is getting pretty good at catching rollers, and he always brings the disc back, and he has even learned “swing,” which is go around behind me and take off in front of me for the disc and that’s kinda rad, but I do not want him obsessed with disc like Maisie is obsessed with … anything I will throw, so I make sure that we do not play every day – sometimes we just walk around the properties for an hour instead. And we always go for a walk before disc and after disc too. I want him to be able to enjoy more than one thing in life!

He also went through a little period where he was sort of guardy of the disc with the other dogs, and as soon as he would air snap at one of his siblings I would shove the disc into my coat (by the by, so many muddy sweatshirts and the inside of my coat as a result) and walk off, so he has stopped doing that. We are not at the stage where he won’t try to outrun one of the other dogs to get it before they do, but at least he will share now.

Also someone mentioned on one of my videos that they didn’t realize Neato was so tiny. Neato is approximately the size of a regulation frisbee:

Oy is a bit of a tough nut to crack, not gonna lie. I mean he is a normal puppy who gallumps around and trips over his own feet and plays silly games with toys, but there is a serious, very determined dog in there waiting in the wings. A constant undercurrent of “f*ck around and find out” if you will. I mean if I am being honest, I guess I got what I wanted when I went and bought myself a puppy from serious cattle lines, but if I am also being honest, sometimes I am afraid he’s going to best me. Sometimes when I am trying to elicit a specific behaviour from him, the look he gives me makes me feel very small and silly.

He lacks that spirit of joie de vivre that my other pups have had in abundance. Everything are serious and must be contemplated – he is the polar opposite of “act now, deal with the consequences later” that Dexter embodied. I wonder often if he even likes me, or if I am just the dumb obstacle that stands between him and basically everything that he would like to do.

When I look back at photos of Dexter as a puppy he always looks like a happy dork. Oy always looks like if I don’t hide the knives there’s a possibility he may stab me to death in my sleep and the only reason he hasn’t is because he can’t throw a disc himself. He Are Serious Puppy.

Then again maybe I am just overthinking it, because he can also be a happy dork.

Once he has grown up a little more he is going to go meet some sheepies and see if his stylish self will transfer to actual work.

In the meantime, I am trying to just enjoy him as much as I can. He’s growing up so fast and I really do love him a lot.

Pretty sure his ears are going to be airplanes, but they are doing some seriously entertaining things right now!

Then you were being ridiculous. Obviously there will be a neverending, nonstop stream of photos because PUPPY.

Oy went to the vet yesterday. He weighs 16lbs (12lbs is leg bone). He is overall in really good shape, but he has fractured the tips of both his baby canines having EPIC ALL ENCOMPASSING MELTDOWNS in his baby pen. He shrieks, howls, tries to jump out, tries to climb out, tries to chew through the bars with his itty bitty needle teeth, moves the pen around, hangs from the leash that is tied across the top so that he can’t push the pen into a squeeze chute, and just generally cannot self soothe. The second there is any barrier between me and him, he loses his ish.

This is very stressful for both of us. This morning, the second the last bite of breakfast disappeared down his gullet, he started shrieking and flailing, and I stood five feet away from him at the kitchen counter and cried. He’s made me cry three times in five days.

BUT today I had to run errands between snow showers, while the roads were still bare, so I stuffed a chicken neck into a Kong, popped him in his pen and left. As soon as he heard me open the door to leave he struggled with a very real conflict between losing his mind and eating his chicken neck, and thankfully the allure of the chewie swayed him in its favour and I managed to sneak out. I checked the camera obsessively whilst driving (so he will probably kill me in another way too) and he freaked out for maybe 10 minutes off and on, then gave up and went to sleep. So I am hoping we are looking at possibly turning a corner maybe in the nearish future.

Last night I didn’t let him out after dinner and let him cry it out for a while, and tried giving him cookies every time he was quiet for 10 seconds, and at the end of it there was a pile of uneaten cookies between his feet. I don’t know if he just wasn’t hungry anymore because he just had dinner, or if he genuinely cannot eat whilst going insane. This morning though, after he started crying and I started crying, he settled down for 5 whole minutes and then I let him out. And when I got home from running errands today, he let me go into the kitchen and put my stuff down and take off my coat without screaming, so I calmly let him out and took him out for a pee. So I’m really hoping he learns to settle.

He is a very very herdy little beast, already!

I remember Dexter being very full of watchful eye and constantly watching what was going on, but I don’t remember him being all single-mindedly crouchy about everything. He is forever creeping around after another dog and trying to cut them off at right angles. He also likes to bite my pants in the front if he thinks I am going in a direction that he is not prepared for me to go.

If I can find somewhere to take him, I may end up doing some herding with him, because it is, after all, what he was bred to do.

When he is not making me cry, I quite like him. He has had a couple of scuffles with Neato, which I don’t like – Neato doesn’t like it when Oy stares at him, and Oy doesn’t like it when Neato stares at HIM, so we end up with conflict. And Neato, despite having a large personality, has a very small personage, so that’s a bit scary as Oy is three times his size already. I can’t figure out if Oy is just a bit of an asshole, because puppies generally don’t take on adults, or if he thinks Neato is just a different kind of puppy because he is so small. OTOH he is very careful not to go near Fae, and she is also small, so I think he might just be a bit of an asshole.

Maisie thawed a little and decide to play with Oy today and he was delighted, because Addy is fun to play with but also a delicate princess who gets screamy and pissed off when he plays too rough. I wish Wootie was still here to play with him, he was always so good at charming puppies and rough housing with them. Also I just wish Wootie was still here because I miss him so, so very much. Every day I miss him terribly.

Dexter wants Oy to go away, because he can’t get away from him when Oy decides he is going to play with the throw rug that is impersonating my very old dog. And speaking of Dexter, remember all the speculation about what his ears were going to do? I don’t think we will have that kind of fun with Oy, because while I am not sure what earset he will end up with, there is no way them things is standing up!

His mom has uppy ears, his dad has airplanes. I don’t know where Oy got his enormous ears from, maybe the Dumbo Souvenir shop? They are currently ridiculous though.

He has many nicknames, both in use and waiting for opportunity. When he is making me cry he is “Oy my god, what have I done?” and also “Oy have made a terrible mistake.” The first time he rolls in something stinky, he will be Oynk. The the first time he goes to the beach he will be an Oyster. He is also SOy silly. Overall, I really like him. Most of the time.

Now for those of you who do not Facebook, this is Neato

He is a little chichi-esque beast I picked up two and half years ago from the same shelter Addy came from. He is a hoot, and also a tiny monster. He loves to play disc, and swim, and can do some agility equipment, but he has some Big stranger danger and performance anxiety, so he does these things only for fun and only if nobody else is watching. He is 6lbs soaking wet, so he’s allowed to be scared of the great big world, in my opinion. Also, he speaks Spanish! And because I can’t ever shut up, he thinks his name is Neato Burrito Mosquito Torpedo Mojito Pequenito – all with a bad Latino accent.

Addy and Fae are still with me of course.

Fae is fat. Addy just had another dental and lost a bunch more teeth, and still hates the snow.

Winter is still kickin’ – he will be 15 this year! He has a lot more grey in him these dats, but fighting with his frienamie Neato keeps him young.

Crazy Miss Maisie turns 7 this month, and has reinjured her psoas, after all the rehab and gradual return to sporty things that we did, so she is more or less retired in that respect as the spirit is willing, the body is too long and causes repetitive injury :(

And Dexter, my beautiful old gentle soul, is still clawing his way through life on some shaky pins and arthritis where his joints should be, tinkling away continuously in his belly bands. He will turn 16 this year. I cannot even believe it, can you?