Jul 11, 2009

Onyx & Zoe aka The Mutts that I Love

I had been wanting a little dog for some time. When I was about nine years old I was given a full-bred Pomeranian that we named Roddy (after the wrestler Rowdy Roddy Piper..lol) that lasted a total of two days because he was stolen from my yard. Then when I was 17 I was given a full-bred miniature Poodle that I named Whiskey after my Uncle's drink of choice. Whiskey lasted a few years but he was more my brother's dog than mine since he had Angus (a Pitbull/Lab mix) and Lucas (a Rottweiller/Pitbull mix) and they all lived in the same doghouse. Whiskey ended up getting stolen too by this crazy old lady who lived down the street and basically refused to let us go in her yard and get our dog.

When I wanted to get a dog recently my brother was advocating against it saying that he would end up taking care of it. He would go to my sister's house and tell her that he didn't want me to get a dog and my sister asked him, "Since when do you take care of anything Marissa does and why do you think she will listen to you?" It makes me laugh because it's true.

In March of '07 I had called Mexico to talk to my Uncle and Aunt to see how they were doing and to check when they'd be back. My Aunt proceeds to tell me how the dog down the street had puppies and that they wanted to bring one home with them since my brother's dog Erin had recently died. I told my aunt that there were plenty of dogs in need of homes here and that we didn't need to import one from Mexico. The Mexican dog would have been perfect in theory though because I had always wanted to name my dog Frijolito ("Little Bean" in Spanish). My family came home in April but we didn't talk about it again. I did happen to mention to my brother though that I still wanted a dog and my aunt wanted one too so it was inevitable. He just said, "I don't want anymore dogs."

I had asked a friend advice on what kind of dog I should get and he suggested a terrier because it would be the smartest dog I could own and it would keep all the other dogs in check. So I started researching different types of terrier dogs to figure out which would be best for me.

In May of '07 I went to a baptism and ended up coming home with a bunny. I felt bad that it didn't have a home so I figured that I would have a bunny instead of a dog and I named it Chatita because her fur color looked like Horchata. While I was driving home my brother calls me to ask if I still wanted a dog. I told him I did and he said that he had a dog for me. So I asked him what the dog looked like. He said, "Who cares what it looks like, it's small and you said you wanted a small dog." So I told him, "Yes but I had a specific type of dog in mind." He then proceeds to tell me the story of this little dog that was being used as bait for Pitbull fights and that the little dog kept escaping from a yard somewhere in Rialto and that it was going to be taken to a pound because it wouldn't stay... So I said, "okay let's save this dog." I now had to figure out what to do with the bunny...

My brothers brought the dog home and when I looked at him I just fell in love with him. He was extremely hyper but loveable. He didn't look like a Frijolito. He was black and white and seemed to be some kind of a Spaniel mix. I thought what we could name him and so we started saying names out loud. My brother said hey what about Onyx and it clicked.

I had been studying gemstones for work and I remembered that Onyx is a gemstone that was naturally mainly black with some white veins. Some believe that gemstones have healing properties and Onyx is believed to foster inner truth, understanding, confidence and friendship. It's supposed to help relieve stress and give balance. What a great name for a little dog that has brought me more joy than I could have imagined and has helped in relieving some of the stressors that I had in my life.


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It's taken some time to get Onyx to not jump over the fence in hopes of escaping. At his small stature (he weighs 17 lbs) he can still jump about 5 feet or so.
After a few months of having Onyx I was getting busier with work and I was trying to decide to move closer to work or not. If I moved, I would have to give up my dog to live in an apartment and I couldn't see myself without my little dog. So I decided to stay where I was and not move.

In February of this year my co-worker had mentioned that she had a little doxie that she needed to find a home for. I wanted to help so I asked around and when I mentioned it to my brother he suggested that maybe I should keep the dog. I went to visit my friend first to see how this dog would behave and I fell in love with her forceful personality immediatelyl so I had to bring her home. She's a long haired full-bred miniature dachshund and her name is Zoe.


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Now Zoe has a very determined personality. She needs a lot attention and has a one track mind of playing 24/7. She is crate trained and house trained too so that made the addition all the easier.

At first Onyx was jealous. He wouldn't let Zoe near me and he wouldn't let her play with her toys. Zoe would bring the ball and want to play and Onyx would steal it and run away.

Since then they've made their peace and get along just fine. They are absolutely the best dogs ever and they appeal to my personality in different ways. Onyx is loving and cuddly and loves to just sit next to me while Zoe is active and wants to play all the time. She will bring her toy and put it next to you and sit while you throw it. If you take too long she'll nudge you with her nose. If you don't pay attention to her she'll nudge you again. I've been training her lately to put her own toys away and she does it most of the time. Meanwhile Onyx has now learned to leave his toys for you to throw.

The best part has been that I can see my Uncle and Aunt play with them as well. None of the dogs that we've had other than Angus have been allowed inside their house. My two pups are there usually with my uncle while he watches TV and when I ask him about it he'll tell me that they looked bored so he brought them in or my aunt will say that they wanted to play so she opened the gate for them to come next door. My Uncle will come over to cut the lawn in my yard and he'll complain that Zoe kept putting her toys on the lawnmower. Onyx will go to my aunt and race around inside the house before running outside again. He'll then jump on my brother's Bullmastiff Simon and then run back for safety inside my yard.

Onyx stealing toys from Zoe:
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Zoe when I smuggled her into the office:
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Body Art

Body Art

I finally got my tattoo in March of 2008. It took me a long time to decide first of all what it was that I wanted but through the years I always went back to the same types of images. I wanted to find a place that was safe for me to do it and as it turns out one of my best gal pals happened to have a family member that had a shop.

By the time I went with Yvonne to get hers worked on I already knew what I wanted but needed to have Stefanie put it together. I decided that I wanted it on my back because it was the easiest place for me to hide it. At the end of the day I had an office job so I just wanted to make sure it was covered most of the time. As cliche as it sounds, the tattoo had more sentimental value than most people will care or ever understand.

So I sent Stefanie a lot of inspiration images and decided on the day that I would do it. I had initially intended it to be no more than four inches across my back. Not too big. When I got to the shop I saw what she had drawn and I realized that it was perfect. It was exactly what I wanted but a lot larger. I considered this for a second and felt that anything smaller would have done the artwork injustice. It would have lost a lot of the details and that's what made it beautiful.

It turned out to be about nine inches wide and about seven inches tall. In all it took six hours and she did it in one sitting knowing that I didn't want to have to go through the pain twice for the same thing. Initially I was okay but the last hour I thought I was going to pass out. I really did. I didn't cry and I thought I was going to be crying the whole time.



I've had a lot of people comment on it and ask questions about why I got it and why I chose a skull. So here's the story. The piece represents a Day of the Dead Altar. This holiday is celebrated throughout Mexico on November 2nd. It is a way for people to pay tribute to those family and friends that have died and to celebrate the lives that they lived.

For me it's a tribute to my parents and serves as a reminder of the impact they had on my life even if it was for a short period of time. The butterfly Stefanie added on her own. It's appropriate because it has been my nickname since I was in college and truly represents me. I wanted to stay away from the traditional sugar skulls that you see out there because I think that those are now overdone and people don't really understand what they mean. I did however want my skull to have some of the sugar skull designs on it which Stefanie added as well.

Overall I am happy with the results and do not miss all the shirts that got ink or blood on them during the healing process! Oh and if you ever want one you should go to Sin Miedo Tattoo in Long Beach. Stef & Big Dub are the best!