08/13/2026
Well folks… apparently today I decided to cram about three days worth of life into ONE. 😂❤️
And it’s only 4:30.
This morning started with dogs to feed, dogs to groom, Wi-Fi to conquer and, somewhere in there, I probably should have remembered that humans need breakfast too.
First up were Chai and Stella for their spa days. ✂️🐾
And Stella’s haircut had a little more importance than your average grooming appointment because this girl needed to look GOOD.
Why?
Because Stella is officially here for her honeymoon with Leo. ❤️😂
Yep… romance is in the air at Hidden Valley Doodles.
And judging by the adorable video I have of the two of them beginning their little courtship, I’d say neither one seems terribly upset about the arrangement. 😂
There really is a science behind breeding dogs responsibly—timing, watching heat cycles, choosing the right pairing, genetics, health, temperament and then letting Mother Nature decide the rest.
But apparently Leo and Stella prefer to call it date night. 😂❤️
Meanwhile, I was also determined to finish something that has been driving me CRAZY.
THE DOG BUILDING HAS INTERNET!!! 🎉🎉🎉
If you have followed my Wi-Fi saga, you understand what an accomplishment this is.
We live down in a valley, surrounded by trees and rock, with satellite internet that already has its work cut out for it. My dog building sits roughly 200 feet from the house and once you walked inside… goodbye Wi-Fi.
After moving things, testing things, changing networks, running speed tests and probably inventing a few new swear words along the way…
IT WORKS.
I even connected the TV in the dog building and watched it update.
For somebody who freely admits she is NOT the technology department, I felt like I had personally launched a satellite into space. 😂
And yes, while all of this was happening, I realized I hadn’t eaten breakfast. I eventually grabbed my protein shake and called that good enough for the moment.
Then the day changed.
I received a call about two tiny squirrels found on a sidewalk by a woman who was out walking dogs.
One had already died. He was covered in maggots and ants.
The other was still alive.
His eyes weren’t even open yet, and he had fly strike.
She did exactly what she could do—she picked off what she could and tucked that tiny baby inside her bra to keep him warm while she finished what she absolutely had to do and then headed my way.
So suddenly the dog nursery became a squirrel emergency room.
I named him Pickles because his rescuer brought me a bunch of cucumbers. 🥒🐿️
Because apparently even during an emergency, my brain still works like this. 😂
When Pickles arrived, I evaluated him quickly. Surprisingly, there were only about five or six fly eggs that I could see. None were around his eyes, nose or mouth. He didn’t feel terribly cold and he didn't appear severely dehydrated.
But the first rule with these tiny babies is warm first.
So I turned on my small-animal heater, put a washcloth over it so he wouldn't warm too quickly, wrapped him gently in a towel and decided I wasn't going to start poking, pulling and stressing him until his little body had a chance to warm.
I gave him an hour.
When I went back to check on him…
Pickles was gone. 💔
He had died quietly, wrapped up and warm.
And THAT part of today hurt.
I couldn't save him.
But after knowing his sibling had already died out there, I keep reminding myself of one thing:
Pickles didn't die cold on a sidewalk covered in bugs and alone.
For his last little bit of life, somebody cared.
A stranger stopped.
She tucked him against her own body to keep him warm.
She drove him to someone she hoped could help.
He got a name.
He was warm.
And he mattered.
Sometimes rescue isn't about getting the ending we desperately want.
Sometimes the only thing we get to change is how the ending happens. 🐿️❤️
After that, life did what life always seems to do around here—it kept moving.
I ate a piece of pizza Scott made, jumped in the vehicle and headed to Plainview to mail/drop off clipper blades at the post office and get gas for the lawn mower because apparently squirrels, dog romance and Wi-Fi do NOT excuse me from regular chores. 😂
And then came another piece of happy news.
Remember little Tux?
Yesterday I took that sweet 13-pound boy to his new guardian home.
I knew this was the right decision.
That doesn't mean I don't miss him like crazy already. ❤️
But the first-day reports couldn't be much better.
Tux knows where his food and water are.
Not one accident in the house.
He's already settling into laps—which surprises absolutely NO ONE who knows Tux. 😂
And best of all, he's actively playing with his new 80-pound big brother, Rascal!
And here's the really special part…
Rascal came from Hidden Valley too. ❤️
He's one of my Bailey and Buster babies.
His wonderful owner had been thinking that maybe a smaller lap dog would be nice, while Rascal could really use a buddy to play with.
Well…
Rascal weighs about 80 pounds.
Tux weighs 13.
Apparently nobody told the boys there's a 67-pound discrepancy in this friendship. 😂😂😂
So Rascal got his playmate.
Tux got his lap.
His guardian got his little cuddler.
And I still get Tux back here when it's time for him to do his job with Hidden Valley Doodles.
That's what a guardian home is supposed to be.
Everybody wins. ❤️
And now we're coming into the final stretch of this absolutely ridiculous day.
At about 5:30, Cali and her son Shadow should be arriving to spend a few days with us, so I'm heading back into dog mode to get everybody settled.
Then I am DONE.
Hamburgers are going on the grill. 🍔
I am finding a good movie.
And unless somebody arrives at my door carrying a squirrel, a dog goes into labor, the Wi-Fi explodes or Leo and Stella decide they need a chaperone…
I AM OFF DUTY. 😂😂😂
Today had a little bit of everything.
There was technology that finally worked.
A fresh haircut and a budding romance.
A little black-and-white dog beginning a wonderful new chapter.
An 80-pound dog discovering that his new best buddy comes in a 13-pound package.
And one tiny squirrel named Pickles who was only part of my life for a very short time…but still managed to leave a little mark on my heart. 🐿️❤️
That's life around Hidden Valley.
Some days we celebrate.
Some days we cry.
Most days we laugh.
And occasionally…
we do all three before supper. ❤️🐾