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Reilly’s Recovery Part 4

21 Dec

It’s been awhile since we’ve had a Reilly post so here we go. Reilly is slowly becoming mobile again. The vet said to let him out of the crate more. I’ve been trying to do this when the kids aren’t home – that could equal disaster. Reilly isn’t the most child friendly animal. He still is spending the majority of his time in the crate, but I’m slowly letting him become more active. The last thing I want is for his muscles to get weaker.

So for all you Reilly fans, here are some videos of him running (because God forbid he take things slowly).

And because we can’t have a post with no pictures, Merry Christmas from the Rosario fam!



Creamy Peanut Butter Balls

6 Dec

Creamy Peanut Butter Balls

Enough said ~ Peanut Butter + Chocolate = Heeeeeeeeeaven.
3/4 cup softened butter
1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
1 cup sugar
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/8 tsp salt
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla
2 cups all purpose flour
1 bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups
Cocoa powder
Preheat to 375 degrees. Combine butter and peanut butter, beat with a mixer until smooth.
Mix in sugar, baking powder, and salt. Beat in egg and vanilla.
Beat in flour.
Cut Reese’s peanut butter cups in half.
Place 1/2 of a Reese’s into each ball. Shape dough around the cups until completely covered.
Place about 2 inches apart on baking sheet. Bake 10-12 minutes. Once cooled, sprinkle with cocoa powder.
The verdict: Very yummy for all you peanut butter lovers. However, it was a task putting in the peanut butter cups. Luckily, mom was here to help! I recommend a helping hand. Also, I think I will press the ball down some so they’re not as round. But finger-licking good!

Reilly’s Recovery Part Tres: Water Therapy

5 Dec

As I mentioned in the last post about Reilly, the surgeon recommended we try water therapy to help him regain his mobility and balance. So we did. And this is how it went. (You’ll have to click the link – I couldn’t embed the videos directly. Actually I could, but I’m too cheap to upgrade.)

 You can see that Reilly is not a fan of the water. I’m pretty sure the thought he was drowning. After a few minutes of trying to “swim”, he realized he was not, in fact, dying. We aren’t cool enough to own an underwater doggy PT treadmill, so we had to coax him to try to walk.

So we’re definitely not 100% yet, but he’s slowly gaining some movement in his hind legs.

Reilly’s Recovery Part Deux

28 Nov

So it’s been two weeks since Reilly had his surgery…I’m slowly adjusting to having a third child (this one of the wiener dog variety). If I ever dreamed of having another child, this experience has cemented in my mind that I’m good with two. (Sorry for all those who were hoping for another ridiculously cute Chinarican baby…it ain’t in the cards.)

Onto Reilly – like I said in the last post, he has to stay crated for at least four weeks. This hasn’t been too terribly bad yet. He whines a little bit, and generally spends his days looking morose (but is that really a new development?). I’m thinking that as he becomes more mobile, this will suck a bit more for him. I have to take him out multiple times a day and physically hold his back legs while he goes to the bathroom. This is super fun. We also “sling walk” him so that he can sniff around the yard a bit.

Is he walking yet? Negative. Although I did have a minor heart attack when, two days after his surgery, he managed to drag himself out of his crate and into my living room using only his front legs. Needless to say, I make sure his crate is locked up tight these days.

We made our way back to the vet today to have his sutures removed. The surgeon came in to check his progress – this consisted of him picking Reilly up and placing him on the floor across from me, holding his tail, and telling him to walk to me. He tried…the poor thing. Began trundling over to me on his front legs, dragging his back ones behind him. Towards the end, he managed to bicycle his back legs a bit…a good sign. The surgeon thinks he’ll be walking (stumbling?) within the week. Good news all around.

In the meantime, we have a new type of PT to try. Ha. Apparently water therapy is good – so I’m to fill a tub with water, place Reilly in it, and let him try to walk around. This should be interesting – we are talking about the dog who won’t go outside in the rain. Whatever…we’ll try it.  The things we do for our pets…

Reilly’s Recovery

17 Nov

This is a kind of sad post – a dachshund owner’s worst nightmare happened Tuesday. I was working in my living room when I heard a yelp come from the office, where Reilly regularly keeps watch over the house. I went to see what happened and found him sitting in the foyer. I checked him out – nothing appeared to be wrong. I opened the front door and he followed me outside and went to the bathroom. I figured he was fine. As the day went on, nothing seemed out of whack. Granted I was trying to feed, bathe, and put my children to bed so I might not have been as vigilant as I should have been. Around 7 pm, I saw that Reilly wasn’t jumping onto the couches to sit with us. Now I realize that this is frowned upon for dachshunds – they shouldn’t be jumping on and off of anything. He’d been doing it for years so we barely noticed anymore. So when he wasn’t jumping I got worried. I picked him up and put him on the couch with me. He could still walk at this point. About an hour later, I walked into my bedroom with Reilly trailing behind. His right back hind leg sort of collapsed. Then I knew something was wrong. I called an ER vet and they said to bring him in immediately.

When I got there, things had gotten much worse. I was trying to check him in and set him on the floor. He couldn’t even get up on all fours at that point. His back legs just wouldn’t work. His eyes were completely dilated and he was freaking out. Not good. The vet took him into the back to do an exam on him . About 30 minutes later, she came in to talk to me. It was exactly what I thought it was – Reilly had ruptured a disc in his back. It was pressing on his spinal cord and causing paralysis in his lower half. He needed surgery asap…if you’re familiar at all with dog surgery, you know this is not a cheap procedure. Unfortunately, there weren’t many options available. I wasn’t putting Reilly to sleep – he’s only 6 and healthy otherwise. Reilly was in pain and was heading towards complete paralysis in his hind legs. So we scheduled the surgery for the next morning. The vet brought him in to see me before I headed home for the night. Here he is pre-surgery:

So, Reilly had the surgery on Wednesday about mid-day. I got daily check ups from the vet techs and the surgeon. They were optimistic for a full recovery given Reilly’s youth, muscle tone, and the fact that he could still wag his tail. I didn’t visit because I didn’t want to over-excite him and cause him to reinjure himself.

In the meantime, I was scouring the internet for info on how to help him recover. I found a great site: – there’s a ton of info on how to care for your dog post surgery and how to avoid reinjuring his back. Also, there was info about options if your dog never regains motor function in his legs. Hopefully this won’t be an issue for Riles, but you never know. Best to be prepared.

I picked him up on Friday afternoon – he was very excited to see me. I was a bit apprehensive – admittedly, I’m not very good with gross stuff so surgery, blood, staples, etc kind of freaks me out. But it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it’d be – he seemed to be in good spirits despite not being able to stand on his hind legs. The vet had explained to me that Reilly wasn’t using the bathroom on his own yet, so I got a crash course in how to express his bladder. Needless to say, it’s not fun. She also showed me a few doggie PT moves to work on to make sure his muscles don’t atrophy.

We loaded Reilly into the car and took off for home, where he’s to stay crated for 4-6 weeks. Here he is, on the way home:

He’s still handsome, even with his shaved back and staples.

At home, we’ve got two crates set up for him so he can still feel like part of the family. He’s not enjoying being in them 24/7 right now, but I hope he adjusts in the coming days. We’re still figuring out how to sling walk him, as well as express his bladder. It’s a bit awkward trying to hold his back legs up so he doesn’t pee on them, while squeezing his belly at the same time. He also does this thing where he bounces on his front legs, trying to drag his back ones. A bit cumbersome to say the least. Here’s hoping we get better at this…

At home, in his comfy bed, right next to my bed:

The surgeon did say that he expects his bladder control to return in 3-4 days. Walking could take a bit longer, but he didn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t be walking again.

That’s it for now – I’ll try to update everyone next week.

Is that a Poncho?

13 Nov

So the last two weeks of the Walking Dead…wowza (Did I just say that?). Last week we lost our beloved T-Dogg (one or two G’s?…questions), who was promptly replaced by another token black man (my husband’s words, not mine). We also lost Lori (or did we?). And Carol is running around the prison all by her lonesome, presumed dead by her pals. Carl rekilled his mama, so she wouldn’t turn into a zombie. And we have a new baby to add to the mix (who has nothing to eat). Rick went off the deep end. And all of that’s just at the prison…we still have the Guv’na to deal with.

This week brought us back to the prison and Woodbury. Andrea is crushing on the Guv’na (yes, I’ll be saying it like that from now on) who is keeping his zombiefied daughter in a room somewhere. Gross. See gross zombie daughter below.

Governor and Daughter Penny on The Walking Dead

Anyway, Michonne is like, what?! He cray cray. And she wants to leave. So she steals her katana back and chops some imprisoned walkers into bits, in an effort to get herself kicked out of utopia. Kinda sorta works – she does end up leaving, of our own accord though. Pretty sure she’s gonna end up being chased down by Merle and his cronies. Pretty sure she’ll chop them to bits too. Andrea is too taken with her new life in Woodbury to leave with Michonne. Honestly, I can’t blame her – food, water, people. All good things. But what doesn’t she know? She’s about to get an eyefull of some zombie MMA! Woo hoo! She was not amused.

Back at the prison, Daryl and Maggie take off looking for baby supplies – hey, kid’s gotta eat. Glenn has the fun task of digging graves for his fallen friends and also tracking down Rick (who’s taken off into the prison with an axe). Needless to say, Rick is having a meltdown. He’s hacking walkers to bits. Daryl and Maggie find some formula to feed the baby, who Daryl has christened Lil’ Asskicker. Awesome. The episode ends with Rick finding and killing the zombie who ate Lori’s body and a phone ringing. Who could be calling? I think it’s whoever Daryl stole his poncho from…


Loose Ends:

1. I don’t think Carol is dead…I’m actually questioning Lori’s death as well. We never see Carl shoot her. Never saw her dead body. I think Carol came across her, used her newly acquired surgical skills to somehow fix her up, and they’re hiding in the prison somewhere. I hope so – I really like Carol.

Carol on The Walking Dead

2. Will Andrea come to her senses and take off after Michonne? I’m betting no, as she hasn’t shown much of a brain in the past two seasons. Why start now Andrea? Consistency is key.

The Governor, Michonne and Andrea on The Walking Dead

3. Can Daryl please never die? Seeing him with Lil’ Asskicker was one of the best parts of this episode. Speaking of Lil’ Asskicker, I’m glad they found formula and all, but diapers? Blankets? Clothes? Bouncy seat? As a mother, I found myself pondering what a pain it’d be to have a baby with nothing readily available. I’m sure they’ll find a way to manage.

4. Anyone want to take bets on when Carl will do something stupid? It’s been entirely too long.

Spiced Orzo and Veggie Salad

4 Nov

Here’s a yummy, light salad that’s great for lunch. This recipe is perfectly flexible, so don’t despair if you’re missing an ingredient or three. Just improvise! Add your favorite veggies – avocado, carrots, cilantro, and green onion would be delicious – or even mix in another protein, like tuna or shredded chicken.

Spiced Orzo and Veggie Salad

1 C orzo, uncooked

1 C broccoli florets

Quarter of a yellow bell pepper, diced

12 cherry tomatoes, halved

1.5 C black beans

1 C corn kernels

1/4 C Ranch dressing or sour cream

3 T lime juice

1 tsp chili powder

1/4 to 1/2 tsp red pepper flakes or ground red pepper

1 tsp chopped garlic

Salt and pepper, to taste

Cook orzo according to package instructions, adding broccoli to boiling water during last 4 minutes of cooking. Drain well and place in a large bowl. Add bell pepper, beans, tomatoes, and corn to bowl and toss.

In a separate bowl, combine the next 5 ingredients and whisk together. Drizzle over orzo mixture and toss to mix. Add salt and pepper to taste.

Easy Peasy Mini Cheesecakes

28 Oct

So it was almost midnight when I got the urge to bake something.  I found a             box of Jello No Bake Cheesecake, but I wanted to dress it up a little bit.  So I               raided the Halloween candy bowl – cha ching!  Toppings galore!

From top to bottom toppings are as follows: Dark Chocolate Snickers, Peanut Butter Snickers, Almond Snickers, and good ole fresh blueberries for a fruity touch.

Mix it all up according to the box, chill, and top with your favorites.  Or in this case, whatever is on hand at midnight!

Easy peasy and delish!  And just for you guys, I made myself devour one of each to let you know which one was the best…….  The dark chocolate snickers was my favorite, simply because I heart dark chocolate.

Southern Summers

9 Oct

There is something about a hot summer in the south coming to an end. And I for one am not a fan. Ever since I can remember, my summers have always revolved around family, salt water, aquatic life, and mud. I live here in the summers:

Oh, and so does my Lilly.

It’s hard to get bored when you can throw in a cast net and catch an unwanted bushel of mullet or a pint of good sized Georgia brown shrimp. You can literally catch your dinner. Can’t get much fresher than that. Catfish was the catch back in my young years, whether you wanted one on the end of your pole or not. But something happened over the years, and they died off in the area. Fishing isn’t a favorite of mine anyway. I’m too impatient. Plus I usually wind up with a sting ray or a persistent crab on the other end. My favorite thing to do is crab. It is easy, it is fool proof, and it is amusing watching the skeptical dogs circle around one like they’re actually going to make a move.

The blue crab. Ugly and probably terrifying to some, but a highly entertaining creature. Let a few loose on the dock and watch them scramble running into things and making the pups so intrigued you’d think their heads were permanently tilted sideways. Also, delicious little things. People pay a ridiculous amount for some of these guys. Easy to catch, easy to eat. Boil them up and dip into some butter or some of the garlicky, soy sauce concoction dad makes. Yum-o. The recipes are endless. I love crab dips and crab cakes. However, I have a new favorite. I went to the farmers market in Beaufort with a friend, and she introduced me to a little old man known for his crab cakes. But on this special day, he was making crab cake omelets with his signature remoulade-ish sauce. Words can’t even describe it. One of these days, I will master my own recipe and share with you lucky folks.

And look at this guy. Stone crab. Scary. I’m not a fan of spiders. Gross. And these guys are kind of related. Well, crabs and shrimp in general are. But shrimp and blue crab don’t freak me out. This stone crab, on the other hand, had hairy legs – like a spider. And it was freakishly strong. It’s okay though. I screamed a few times, and then cooked and ate his claw. And the world was better.

Until next summer, crabs. Better get multiplying.

Halloween 2012

6 Oct

I used to get really into Halloween. In fact, I can recall getting dressed up with one of my friends in 8th grade and going from door to door trick-or-treating. We looked ridiculous…I’m pretty sure the people answering their doors took one look at us and decided we had to be drunk. (Granted, we were wearing togas made from bed sheets.) The last few years haven’t been quite as exciting – it seems like once you hit college, it becomes a contest to see who can wear the fewest clothes. Not. my. gig.

So, now I have two kids. My oldest (A) is three this year. And my youngest (J) will be 6 months. And I have to say I’m pretty excited to celebrate Halloween this time around. A has hit the age where she wants to pick out her own costume. If you’ve ever met my child, you can probably guess what’s involved. Princess. Wand. Sparkles. Pink. Yes, she’s dressing up as a princess. I’m pretty sure she’ll be dressing up as a princess until she hits 8th grade. I’m not sure where she came from.


(This is not my daughter by the way.)

J, however, is still in that blissful state where he does not have to make his own decisions. So this means, I get to dress him up as whatever the hell I want. I’ve had many glorious ideas over the past few months…I finally narrowed it down to two options.

Option 1:


Now what in God’s name is that? If you’re a crazy Harry Potter fan like I am, you’ll recognize the creature above as a mandrake. Now, when I first thought up this idea it seemed brilliant. Put J in a pot. Cover him up with a brown blanket. Put some sort of plant headdress on him. Let him cry. Perfect. Then when I started looking up pictures of the mandrake I realized that 1) they are not nearly as cute as a I remember and 2) they have no clothes on. J would freeze. Option 1 nixed.

So on to option 2. Again, if you have ever known me and been my friend during the fall season, you know that I have a sweet tooth…and one fall candy cannot be topped. The CANDY CORN. And so, J’s costume was born.


Thanks to Granny Jue for making both kids’ costumes this year. I’m sure A will be living in hers. J, not so much. But I will forever have photos to document the year he dressed up as my favorite candy.

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