Yellow House Grooming

04/25/2024

These babies Maltese Pomeranian X will be ready mid May…two white still available
One male and one female
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04/23/2024

Puppies ready to go home Mid May
Maltese/Pomeranian cross
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04/07/2024

Is there a social accepted “time restriction” on eating potato chips?
Like happy hour?
Or… if consumed with grief, and needing the solace of “crunchy salty” can I open a bag and mindlessly wallow in the comfort of their mouthfeel now? Here? At 10 am through my tears of mourning?
I’ve lost one of Cappie’s 3 day old babies to Fading Puppy Syndrome.
Despite my very best efforts and all the heroics at my disposal I could not make him stay…
Sometimes…no matter what…they simply fail to thrive
I’m broken

04/05/2024

Friday morning “Date Night” with my sweetie making Torshi Sir
Sooooo cool

Google it!

04/02/2024

Shih Tzu/Pomeranian x Babies
1 male
1 female
Mom (purebred Shihtzu) is 10 lbs
Dad (purebred Pomeranian) is 5 lbs
Both parents on site
Ready Mid May
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04/02/2024

03/27/2024

I need everybody’s help!
A friend of mine in New Brunswick recently lost her identical twin sister.
She died in Alberta and she leaves a grieving family here including an eight-year-old daughter here in the Maritimes.
Her little Pomeranian is currently in Fort Mac with a family friend.
This little girl has not only lost her mother, but the comfort of her four-legged best friend.
Please help me help them get Luna home from Fort Mac.
I have reached out on the page where people are travelling back-and-forth from PEI to Alberta.
I have a few people who are coming from Calgary back out east BUT we have to get Luna from Fort Mac to Calgary or if someone is coming from Fort Mac back home any information you can share would be so appreciated.
Any suggestions you might have we would be very grateful for your help, thank you

02/20/2024

SOS! Shouting out to anyone who might be headed to Halifax!I have a small Pom pup who needs to get to the airport! His family will meet him there from NFLD!
Anyone???
Please share!

02/05/2024

Got me gigglin

02/05/2024

Why did this tickle my funny bone?

Same frog, same. 🐸

01/15/2024

Ok Guys!
BIG BOO BOO on my part!
I “Accepted” BEV BEECHAM as a contact and NOW she/he/them is reaching out to my FB Friends!
I am SOOOO SORRY!
I Thought she was one of my dog people!
PlEASE DO NOT ACCEPT!
I have blocked all contact…

01/12/2024

“Day 3 Feel Good Series”
I first read this story when it was published in Readers Digest over 30 years ago.
It STUCK with me for all these years and it’s a life habit I try to practice daily…
It reminds us all how powerful our words are and how easily we can make someone’s day by taking the time to compliment each other.
It also reminds me of the story I shared about the Christmas Greg gave me my beaded bag filled with all the little notes of the things he loves about me…a bag I CHERISH as much as Mark cherished his letter in this story.
I had to find it today and share it with you.
It’s a true story written by Sister Helen Mrosla.

ALL GOOD THINGS

He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice-teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!" It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened by drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it!! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."

At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in third. One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves - and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend."

That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much." No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again. That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip - the weather, my experiences in general. There was a lull in the conversation.

Mother gave Dad a side-ways glance and simply says, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is." Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend." To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark. I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me. The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said.

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

THE END

01/11/2024

I just finished writing this to someone in NFLD who is considering our last little zoom…the dark brown one was spoken for yesterday and is going to NS!
As my usual “wordy way”…this text had me down a rabbit hole of remembrance that I thought I’d share with you.
The photo of the dogs I have shared is not the dog I speak of but this pair of siblings (Jasmine and Karma) were born to us and went on to happily live their lives in Ottawa with my dear friend Cynthia Incze
I posted it for the purpose of showing you what our dark red dogs looked like for reference.
Here is the post I wrote and sent to NFLD today:

Well if you DO know when you have made a decision please know that you can place a deposit once you’re sure you want him and he can stay a little longer if necessary until you have all the funds!
I would just hate for someone else to speak for him
No pressure…just saying
We see it often and people miss out and then are disappointed
I have gone over a month without selling a puppy and I’ve also sold a record 5 in a single day!
I won’t be breeding her again until next spring as we always rest our girls one heat cycle and never breed them “back to back”
I too have posted onto my page asking if anyone in MY circle is headed your way
It will ALL work out one way or another
I have always believed that before they are even born, puppies are destined to be with the people they are MEANT to be with.
I have seen it repeatedly where for example I had a woman call, desperate to purchase one of my dark red Standard Poodles (when in the late 1990’s I was one of the first breeders in Canada to have them…)
Her husband had recently died in an accident and their daughter…like her daddy had flaming red hair.
The child…about 8 years old was having troubles sleeping and succumbed almost nightly to horrific nightmares.
It was tragic…but although I DID have a litter with a dark red puppy who met their exact criteria…he was already spoken for, as were ALL the other siblings in the litter and I had a two year wait list for my dogs.
Never before had I had someone cancel or postpone the purchase of a puppy, and yet…much to my surprise (NOT) lol the call came in with a request to do JUST that!
The family who had chosen the deep dark red male had extenuating circumstances present in their world and would it be at ALL possible if they held off and waited for my NEXT litter?
God is good!😊
I felt like Santa when our float plane touched down and taxied to the dock in the Nanaimo harbour on Vancouver Island.
Not knowing WHY she was there…a young slip of a girl stood holding her mother’s hand as we disembarked our chartered de Havilland Beaver.
When I walked up the creaking wooden planked dock to where they stood at the bottom of the gangway, I gently knelt in front her, trying to contain the squirming bundle of joyous puppy in my arms.
“You must be Amy…” I smiled as I queried gently.
She nodded shyly.
I looked toward her momma… standing so tall and regal by her daughter’s side her grief palpable, tears ri***ng her eyes while I looked respectfully for the affirming permission I felt I needed before carrying on.
Wide eyed, Amy couldn’t lift her gaze to me from where it rested on the wriggling mass of red, desperately trying to leap out of my grasp and get to her in all manner of galumphing uncoordinated puppy!
“He’s yours Amy…” I nodded my head encouragingly. “I’ve brought him JUST for YOU!” I whispered…my voice breaking as I tried to ward off the inevitable flood about the break the dam behind my eyes.
“Your momma asked me to bring him for you..” I managed…making sure the credit went where it was supposed to…
“He’a ALL yours Honey” I repeated as her knees gave way and she sank to the boards at her feet.
“Barley!” She choked through tears as she wrapped her arms around him as he excitedly kissed the tears from her face.
“Oh Barley!” Still in disbelief she rocked him as she held him tightly.
“Thank you” her mother mouthed as the three of us laughed and giggled and sobbed and laughed some more. I hugged mom as I slowly stood from where I had “passed the baton” and gone from breeder and caregiver for the past 8 weeks, fully responsible for every breath and all that entailed in this blessed being…to my new role as mentor and friend.
This was one of the great ones!
A memory I shall never forget.
Barley not only helped Amy overcome her night terrors, he grew into a magnificently stunning “best friend of a poodle” who saw her off to university after high school graduation and all the fun times they had shared in between and those that were yet to come…

01/10/2024

Shout out! Anyone going to St John’s NFLD that would take a puppy? I have a family interested we just need to get him there!

01/08/2024

Anyone have figure skates for sale? Looking for a size 8 or 9
I can’t FIND mine!

12/03/2023

Earlier today I posted pics of the most thoughtful gift I received from Kenzie Wedge and her Berne-doodle Rufus. The personalized mug and key chain warmed my heart and were SUCH a thoughtful and PERFECT gift! What I FORGOT to mention was that Kenzie made them HERSELF! She has a side hustle that allows her to make these at HOME and they are STUNNING! The quality is amazing! I am not sure what else she can make, but if you are looking for a personalized gift either for Christmas or “just cuz” look her up sand I KNOW she’d be happy to help! I’m making a list!
Thanks again Girlfriend! You’re Da Bomb! Xoxo

12/02/2023

You know…some day’s you’re just doubly blessed!
Thank you Kenzie Wedge for the thoughtful gift!

11/23/2023

Or Brian…right Shayne Jose?

Great idea! 🦖

11/09/2023

Sooo grateful this little miss has delivered all three of her babies and is “on watch” as she’s SUCH a good momma!

06/28/2023

Louise Eccles now that’s crazy cowboy’in

06/16/2023

Who knew?

Zucchini flour.
Might be old news to some, but you never know right. With rising concerns on wheat costs just thought I’d share it.
There’s probably fancier ways of doing this out there, but here’s how I learned. Easy peasy. Nothing to it.
We love and make tons of zucchini flour every year. You may have heard it called Amish flour or troops flour before. It’s a Staple in Amish and Mennonite household for generations here. It was also embraced in the 1940’s during rationing.
You let your zucchini grow, oversized is actually better. Large to extra large. Marrow sized. I peel mine with a carrot peeler, into thin even strips for less drying time. Or slide it through a mandolin for speed of prep.
Run it through the electronic dehydrator or just thread it. . No large seeds if possible for finer texture. Everything else is fine. It must be absolutely dry. It’s essential. If in doubt always dry it more, any moisture will ruin it during storage
Then run it through a food processor or hand grinder until you have a powdered consistency. It will be a marbled green looking power. Texture is similar to a good quality whole wheat flour. That is zucchini flour. Three large zucchini is about four or five cups for me finished.
It can be used to replace 1/3 of flour in most recipes without any change to the finished products, acts as a thickening agent for gravies, great for breading fish but we really tend use ours for tortillas and bannock since those are our quick go to breads. It also makes great dumplings and brownies.
Store in air tight jars , or we often vac pac ours
For us, we still purchase grains from a local family owned grist mill. So this is free, sustainable, easily produced on site and it has a mild taste. Most people wouldn’t pickup on it. It cuts our flour usage by a third . You can do the same with sweet and regular potato, other squash acorns, and pumpkin. I just find myself zucchini is the least flavoured. Plus we get overloaded by the darn things.
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05/26/2023

We ALL can do better

05/24/2023

My heart is heavy as I share the news of the passing of friend and fellow groomer Joyce. Many of you who knew her know what a special kind soul she was and what a blessing to our community. When we first moved here, before MY shop was built, she was gracious enough to occasionally allow us the use of her salon space on her day off so I could maintain my own dogs grooming requirements.
I will forever be grateful.
She will certainly be missed.