Posts made in January 23rd, 2011
I’ve had a few people request that I do an open-ended “ask me anything” series on BTHR. So, here it is! You’ll see me answering a reader question each week. Submit your questions by e-mailing me or commenting on this post. If you want to be identified in my answer, include your name and website (if applicable).
Literally, ask me anything. I’ll answer anything!*
*Okay, maybe not anything, but almost anything.
This week’s question comes from my pre-BTHR friend, and avid dog-lover, Liz, she asks:
How did you get Puppyface?
A simple question, with a long-winded answer. Buckle-up, buckos, you’re in for a bumpy ride.
Back in the summer of 2007, Babyface and I were in our early months of marriage and deep in canine negotiations. We both desperately wanted a dog. We were both 100% dog people, growing up with them our entire lives. It was never a question of if we’d get a dog, the question was when.
Truthfully, I was the holdout. I felt it wasn’t fair to any future Puppyfaces to be locked in an apartment 8 hours a day while we worked. I grew up on 10 acres of land known as “doggy vacation land,” where dogs were free to roam and chase squirrels all day long. Living in an apartment wasn’t a life I wanted to force onto any dog.
In hindsight, I was being totally unreasonable. There are plenty of dogs (Puppyface included) that live a blissful apartment life.
Regardless of my feelings, the decision was made for us with one phone call from my Dad a few days before my birthday in June 2007. The conversation went something like this:
Dad: I think I found your dog.
Me: What do you mean?
Dad: I literally found you a dog when I went for a walk today.
While he was walking around the Broken Plow one day, he stumbled upon a skinny, sad and badly injured lump of gray fur on the shore of the lake. She was using the cool water to soothe her road rash. We think she was dumped and hit by a car (something that happens an unfortunate amount in the country). Being the dog lovers they are, my parents immediately scooped her up and took her to their vet.
(this is the actual photo my Dad took when he found her in the lake)
The vet diagnosed her with a broken pelvis and a nasty case of road rash, but generally a healthy, well-behaved 11 month terrier mix puppy. After the vet, my Dad called and, sight-unseen, we signed on to be puppy parents. He went around to the neighbors to make sure she wasn’t a lost dog, and after no takers, we decided it was time we make the trip down to meet her.
It was love at first lick. We desperately wanted to take her home, but she still had a lot of healing to do and my parents were better equipped to take care of her. So she stayed for a few weeks under the watchful eye of my parents.
Once she was nearly healed, she came home and was immediately spoiled. Toys galore, a shiny new collar and a comfy bed. For the first few days, she was restless and confused, but quickly adjusted.
The first few weeks were great.
And then the problems started happening. When visiting one weekend later that summer, she got her leg stuck in mud at my parents’ house. She came out of the mud limping, and never stopped. A few days later she could barely move her leg. We took her to two different vets in town who were totally clueless. One referred us to an orthopedic vet in Indianapolis. In the time we were shuttling her between vet appointments, she’d stopped eating or drinking.
At the orthopedic vet, we got some pretty terrible news, her pelvis never healed correctly and her hip-joint was “applecoring,” actually eroding from all the stress and pressure. They suggested three different possible courses of action (1) amputate her leg from the hip-joint down (2) wait and see if it gets worse (3) euthanize her.
They quoted us $3,000 to amputate her leg. Money we didn’t have. Euthanasia was not an option. And the “wait-it-out” philosophy was not working. She had dropped from 50 pounds to 31 pounds (she now weighs around 55), wasn’t eating and obviously was in pain.
I did what any mature woman does in a stressful situation. I called my parents and cried.
That was the best choice I ever made, because they suggested that I get a second (well, fourth, actually) opinion from the vet that originally treated her when my Dad found her—Dr. Trent Fisher. My Dad called Dr. Fisher and told him the quote from the surgeon. Dr. Fisher said, “For $3,000 I can amputate that leg and make her a new one. And who knows, I may not even need to. Bring her in.”
So we did, and the first thing Dr. Fisher did was something no other vet tried—he drew blood. And he immediately knew what was wrong. Her blood smelled wrong, it looked wrong (you could see air bubbles in the syringe). Her leg wasn’t hurting because of her bones or applecoring in her hip. She hadn’t stopped eating because she need amputation. She was so sick because she had a severe, life-threatening anaerobic bacterial infection of her entire leg. And it was missed by three other vets.
He immediately scheduled surgery and we went home with a small dose of relief just because we finally knew what was wrong.
Dr. Fisher removed almost all of her tissue and muscles from her right rear leg. He said to us later that he thought for sure he was going to have to euthanize her when she came in that day. And even now wasn’t ever sure she’d walk on that leg again.
But she did, just a few days later. She spent a few weeks in the “recovery room” (AKA: my parents’ basement) and got stronger and fatter and healthier and happier. And then she got to come home.
Everyone at Dr. Fisher’s office was in awe of her speedy recovery. She was meant to be a happy puppy.
That leg will never be 100%. She still has a weak, applecored hip, and only a few months after this ordeal, she had to have another surgery to repair her ACL in the same leg, so her knee doesn’t bend well. But she is so happy. She plays with other dogs. She runs. She jumps. I swear you can see her smiling sometimes.
You can barely tell she started off life so painfully. She’s regained almost all of her muscle tone in that leg. She doesn’t limp. The only time it is noticeable is if she’s been sleeping for a long time—you can tell it is stiff. I’m sure she’ll have arthritis in the leg as she gets older, but we’ll manage that when we get there. We still have no idea how she contracted the infection.
She’s our miracle puppy.
Sometimes I think about what her life was like before she found my parents’ lake. Was she loved? Was she neglected? Was she happy? Sometimes I get so angry thinking that it is such a strong possibility that some idiot dropped this sweet, special dog on the side of the road. But then I look over and see her curled up on the couch under a blanket and remember that this is one puppy story that turned out okay.
P.S. Puppyface’s “real” name is Rory. Other nicknames include: P.F., Monkey Nose, Puppy, Sillyface, Cutes, Pf (pronounced “peuf”), and Rory Jo.
One of my very favorite characteristics of breakfast is it’s complete abandon of the typical savory-to-sweet meal rules and regulations.
Breakfast is revolutionary. Breakfast is where a stack of sweet cakes dripping with maple syrup is considered a meal, and a cupcake, without the frosting, is called a “muffin”. Breakfast is where we allow ourselves to eat dessert, without calling it dessert.
And really, who doesn’t want to start their day off with dessert?
Despite its whole wheat crust and fresh fruit, this breakfast pizza doesn’t just straddle the line between breakfast and dessert, it jumps over the line and runs so far into dessert territory that the border isn’t even in sight anymore.
That’s alright though. Today is Sunday. You can go back to having green monsters for breakfast on Monday.
Blueberry Lemon Breakfast Pizza (or Dessert Pizza)
1/2 c. warm water
1 pinch salt
2 tbsp. honey
1 1/2 tbsp. butter, melted
1 c. whole wheat flour
1/4 c. oats
1 tbsp. chia seeds (optional)
1/4 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. yeast (half a packet)
1 c. frozen blueberries
1 c. orange juice
1/4 c. sucanat (or honey)
1 tbsp. cornstarch
1/4 c. warm water
LEMON CREAM CHEESE
8 oz. cream cheese, softened
Zest and juice of one lemon
1 tsp. vanilla
1/4 c. sucanat (or honey)
Plus additional fresh blueberries for topping, about 1/2 cup.
For crust: Preheat oven to 450°. Place all ingredients (in order) in the bowl of a mixer fitted with a dough hook. Turn on low until just combined, then increased speed to medium-low and let dough mix until soft and smooth, about 7 minutes. Form into ball, coat with cooking spray and return to bowl. Cover and let rise in a warm place for 10 minutes. After rising, form into disc and roll out on floured surface to fit a 14″ pizza pan. Place in greased pan and roll in edges if necessary. Cut slits into crust and bake for 10 minutes, or until the crust is golden brown and cooked through.
For blueberry syrup: combine blueberries, orange juice and sucanat in a saucepan over medium-low heat. Bring to a boil. Mix cornstarch and water in a small bowl, and then stir into boiling syrup mixture. Sauce should thicken immediately. Boil for 1 minute and then remove from heat.
For lemon cream cheese: place cream cheese in bowl mixer and blend until smooth. Add remaining ingredients and mix until well incorporated.
To assemble: Spread cream cheese over cooled crust. Top with sauce and sprinkle with fresh blueberries. Cut into 8 slices.
I know that recipe look complicated, but I promise you, it isn’t. I pulled the whole pizza together in under 30 minutes.
First step is to pull together the crust. I used my standard pizza crust but slightly modified to be sweet instead of savory (garlic blueberry lemon breakfast pizza just didn’t sound as appealing).
In place of garlic, I used cinnamon. In place of olive oil, melted butter. Honey for sugar. And replaced some of the flour with oats and chia seeds. Method is the same, though. Mix until incorporated.
Then up the power and let the mixer knead the dough for 5-7 minutes, or until it is smooth and unsticky.
Form into a ball, coat with cooking spray, cover and let rise in a warm spot for 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, we can make the blueberry sauce and cream cheese. Combine orange juice, frozen blueberries and sucanat in a saucepan.
Heat on medium-high and bring to a boil. Mix some cornstarch with warm water and add to the syrup. Boil for another minute or so until it is nice and thick. Remove from heat.
For the cream cheese, mix cream cheese, the juice and zest of one lemon, vanilla and sucanant in your mixer bowl.
Whip at a hefty speed until smooth and fluffy, just a few minutes.
Set the cream cheese and blueberry sauce aside and move back to the crust. Preheat oven to 450° and form dough into a disc on a floured surface.
Roll out to be just a bit bigger than your 14″ pizza pan.
Place in greased pan and either trim, roll in or crimp the edges.
Poke holes in the middle of the crust with a fork, and then bake for 10 minutes in the preheated oven. Or until it is brown and looks something like this:
Now, assembly time! Spread on the cream cheese (and try to resist the urge to just eat it from the bowl with a spoon).
It doesn’t need to be perfect, just cover the crust nicely.
Pour on blueberry sauce.
Sprinkle with fresh blueberries.
Marvel in your creation.
Cut into eight slices and prepare for the ground you walk on to be worshiped.
I’m gonna go get another slice. Blueberry Lemon Lunch Pizza!