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I briefly introduced my doggies in my About Me section, but it doesn’t do them justice at all! In order to tell you about my current pups, I have to start at the beginning, with Kiwi.1910599_531591913487_544_n Kiwi was my childhood dog. I got him while I still lived in Venezuela; I was about 12 years old. I had begged my dad to get me a dog (because I knew that if I asked my mom, she would say no!). After my dad did some research, he discovered a nearby vet was giving away some Yorkshire Terrier puppies. I remember standing over the basket where the furry bouquet of puppies was yapping away, begging to be adopted. But Kiwi and I had an immediate connection and he was the smallest puppy in the litter. I thought this would be a good compromise in case my mom refused to let me keep it, “but, mom, he was the smallest!” I can’t tell you how that was a completely acceptable and logical argument, but it was in my 12-year-old mind.

On the drive back home, Kiwi nestled in my lap as my dad and I brainstormed some names for him. While stopped at a red light, we looked over to our right and saw a farmer’s market on the side of the road, “What about ‘Kiwi’?” my dad asked as he saw a huge bin filled with the furry brown fruit. That was perfect!



Tanning by the patio door

Kiwi was my everything. He loved me the most out of everyone and that made me feel very special. When we visited my family in Brazil over the summers, Kiwi went with me in the airplane. He also went on our family vacation to Margarita Island. The joke was that he needed his own passport because he was so well-traveled! When we moved back to Brazil because of my dad’s job – I was 15 and a half – Kiwi came with us. Two and a half years later, I had to say good-bye to Kiwi when I went to college. I missed him everyday, and everyday I asked my parents about him when I chatted with them over the internet. When I visited Brazil over the holidays and summers, I took as many pictures of Kiwi as I possibly could. He was always on my lap, no matter what I was doing. He came with me everywhere I went. And every time I boarded the plane to return to college, my heart sunk and I wish I could take him with me.


Camping trip


Lunch by the sea

In 2008, when I started graduate school, I finally brought him to live with me. He loved Florida! I used to let him walk around the outside of my apartment, sniffing the grass and the flowers, letting the warm breeze brush his silky fur off his little face. And once again, he became my loyal companion! He loved car rides, french fries, and blueberry dog treats. I had to feed him soft wet food because he had lost several of his teeth and could barely chew. In fact, he made a huge mess after every meal and I’d have to wipe his pointy snout clean. Most importantly, he always let me sleep in!


Helping bring the groceries inside


King of the jungle!

On an evening in January 2009, when my parents were in town for the holidays, I found Kiwi laying on the floor, with his tongue sticking out, taking very shallow breaths. I remember grabbing whatever shoes were in front of me and dashing to the emergency vet with my dad and my boyfriend at the time. I was crying, my heart was pounding, and I wasn’t ready to lose him. By the time we arrived at vet, his tongue had turned blue. The vet put him in an oxygen chamber. She diagnosed with him congestive heart failure, and explained that his heart muscles were getting too weak to pump his blood and some fluid was back-washing into his lungs. Essentially, his own body was drowning him. They told me he needed to be kept over night and that I would need to come back the next day to take him to my regular vet. If anything, they would call me.

I arrived home, crying, not knowing what to do with myself, wanting him to make it through the night. The next morning, we did as instructed – picked him up and took him to his regular vet. Kiwi was referred to a heart specialist. Once again, he was placed in an oxygen chamber, but this time, he was kept for several days. I visited him every chance I got, because I didn’t know if I would have another moment with him. The techs told me he always looked healthier and perkier when I visited him. To my relief, Kiwi survived this crisis and was prescribed several medications, to be administered several times a day. One of the medications was a diuretic, so I diligently woke up every night at 3am to make sure he could pee. He seemed to be doing much better and I was so grateful he wasn’t taken from me.


After his first crisis. His fur was nearly all shaven off. I got him a stylish sweater to keep him warm.

Five months later, Kiwi and I were watching a movie when I noticed his breathing was shallow again. I had gotten really good at measuring his breathing rate and checked it every day. I rushed him to the heart specialist, who told me he needed to be kept overnight. He stayed in the hospital for about 3 days, and then came home! He was very weak the night he came home, but managed to drink and eat a healthy amount. The next day, he only had dinner. The following day, he only had water. I tried feeding him everything…anything. I bought him his favorite foods and treats. Nothing. On the night of day 3, he stopped going to the bathroom. On day 5, he barely peed. on day 6, his breathing was shallow again.



I got in my car, with him on my lap. He was too weak to make it, and I knew this to some level, but I still hoped he would be strong enough. I dropped him off at the heart specialist. When I came home, I marched into the kitchen, cleaned the entire floor, and set up his food station: a wee-wee pad, his water dish, and his empty food dish. I pulled out the little yellow basket where I kept his medications and syringes, and placed them on the counter. This was my way of saying, “Kiwi, you are coming home. We are waiting for you.” I went to bed. At 1am, the vet called me and told me he wasn’t going to make it and I needed to give her permission to end his suffering. I stood up and felt like there wasn’t enough air to fill my lungs… everything was spinning. My boyfriend drove me to the vet because I was in no shape to drive.

I couldn’t bear seeing his lifeless body. I wanted my last memory of Kiwi to be his beady eyes looking up at me and the little kiss he gave me on the tip of my nose.

The next day, I went to Michaels, bought the most beautiful box I could find, and filled it with our wonderful memories together: his favorite toys, his Halloween costumes, his paw print, his food dishes, his leash and harness, and a few days later, his ashes.


Charm bracelet in memory of Kiwi

Memory Box

Memory Box

The night before he died, we watched Marley & Me together. I bought a copy of this movie and added it to the box. I never watched it again and never will.

My last picture of Kiwi, taken the morning of the day he died.

My last picture of Kiwi, taken the morning of the day he died.

Kiwi – I love you, and I still miss you every day.



It’s the little things…

My good mood is contagious today… the sun is shinning (a little too much… it’s about 92 degrees outside! eek!), it’s Friday, and a weekend of crafting and relaxation awaits! I found myself smiling at the littlest of things today…


My neighbors buy bird seeds just so they can feed the ducks that live around here. We have a huge lake by my place and it seems that all the duckies decided to start families this summer. Every time I go outside to walk the dogs, I see at least 2 duck-moms with their row of waddling, yellow ducklings! 


I found this gorgeous Avocado Green yarn on sale – the last skein! It didn’t have a tag on it, so I wouldn’t even be able to tell you what brand it is. But what a beautiful, vibrant green this is! 


I had also been on the hunt for cute clothing pins for a garland I am scheming, and these fell from the heavens! My favorite is the one with the colorful leaves!


Last, but certainly not least, I noticed that Baguette’s ear tips: one black, one white! Symmetrically asymmetrical! Just when I thought he couldn’t be any cuter…


So, what are some things that are making you smile today?


Clementine Marmalade

What to do with 1.5 pounds of clementines that won’t be eaten in the near future? Well, marmalade, of course!


Ingredients and Materials:

  • 1.5 pounds of clementines
  • 3 cups – water
  • 2 cups – sugar
  • Dried lemon peel, to taste
  • Blender
  • Large pan
  • Mason jars (or container of your preference)


1. Wash and peel clementines

2. Place clementines and peels in a large sauce pan

3. Add 3 cups of water

4. In medium-to-low heat, bring mixture to a simmer and allow it to cook for about one hour

5. Once mixture is soft and “mushy,” add 2 cups of sugar, stirring it often, until mixture darkens (about 40 minutes)


6. Allow mixture to cool and pour into a blender

7. Blend it until mixture is homogenous

8. (Optional) Add a few sprinkles of dried lemon peel for a tart taste



I can’t wait to have this on some toast along with English Breakfast tea tomorrow morning!


This marmalade may be kept in the fridge up to 1 month and in the freezer up to 6 months. 



Sew Exciting!

Happy Tuesday to all of you beautiful people!

Guess what the boy gave me last week? This!!!


I have been wanting one so he surprised me with it on Friday after work! Isn’t he great? I feel a mixture of fear and excitement! I am so giddy I have a sewing machine so I can hem my own clothes and perhaps even make some pieces for myself… but I have also never used a sewing machine in my life! 

I did my fair share of research, though, so hopefully my first project will be a success. I settled on making a tote bag, because it seems like a fairly easy yet satisfying starter project. I went out to Jo Ann Fabric’s last night and picked out these:


In other news, I just finished watching Season 4 of Doctor Who on Netflix. I don’t want to give away any spoilers for those of you who haven’t watched it yet, so let’s just say I had to treat myself to an English Sticky Toffee Pudding from the British bar nearby in order to be able to cope with that finale! I had this dessert over the weekend when I had lunch there and fell in love. It’s so delicious… it tastes like Christmas! I must learn how to make this. Oh England… your culture is so amazing!


I am also on the verge of completing several crochet projects and will be posting about them soon! Stay tuned!


New Social Media Icons (Bloglovin’!)

I’m not the smartest cookie when it comes to coding, so you can imagine how excited I was when I figured out how to personalize my social media icons!

Check it out:

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It’s the little things in life, right?

I also added a link to bloglovin’ so be sure to follow me!

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So go ahead! click on them and spread the word! 


Bunnies Make me Hoppy!

I don’t think I’ve ever expressed my unhealthy obsession over bunnies. Well, I love, love, loooove bunnies! I used to have 5 amazing bunnies (Bubbles, Muffin, Cotufa, Peanut, and Bunnito), who lived until the age of 6-8 and died of a nasty virus called e.cunniculi. They were amazing and I miss them everyday. I do plan on adopting a pair of bonded bunnies in the future, because I don’t feel complete without having bunnies in my life.

Which is surprising that I never crocheted anything bunny-related. Until today, that is! I started this little guy Friday night and just finished assembling him this morning!





Look at that poofy tail! He was fairly easy to complete, just required meticulous work. This was my first time assembling different parts of a project. I am very pleased with the result!

I plan on making an entire basket of them, in all sorts of bright colors!

Here is the link with the pattern: The Green Dragonfly.

Happy Sunday!



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