So here I am...8 solid hours a day on the phone talking with people about how to heal their dog....


And I am noticing that Dr. Pink Pinkerton's eye is not doing so good...I'm thinkin' he's got a great immune system it will take care of itself.....day after day goes by and the eye continues to drip and then it started looking really weepy....

Okay.....I guess I have to do something.....my own friggin dog, and I wait until the little guy can't see....

So then the fun started. First of all, I have never had much empathy for people with little dogs who have told me that can't get the herbs down them...I'm thinkin'....

Get control of your dog!

Uhhhh.....I found first hand, that's not so easy.

Every time the little bastard saw me, he would run the other direction. He hated getting his herb capsules...so the problem became that the eye would improve, and then get worse, because I would give up giving him his medicine.

I'm a bad dog mother.

Okay, now the eye is getting really really bad. So I figure I will do eye drops with herbs, And they worked....like a charm. I gave them to him three times....and stopped because his eye looked fine to me. Lazy me....I knew that I had to give them to him longer...

So his eye swelled up again....so once again I get the eye drops in him and the swelling is down....

Dr. Pink Pinkerton.....I promise you I will heal you this time, I promise!

Your Healing Dog Mom;

The PawHealer

The new logo and the label templet...the label is really cute because when seen bigger the cats eyes have a little green and the butterflies have green.

The other day I received a note form one of my very nicest customers. Her dog was just diagnosed with a serious disease.

This is a wonderful person that takes her dog to every specialist there is for veterinary medicine, and skies the limit when it comes to pet health care. She loves her dogs very much.

Suddenly, this sweet dog comes down with heart failure......after the multiple vet visits, and only then in an emergency situation, did they finally figure out there was a problem with the heart.

Prior to the visit where she learned of the problem, she had been to these "specialists" several times.

I'm sorry, but it seems that to me, the more money that people pay to these "specialists" the less return there is on the investment.

The pet is put on so many different drugs, that eventually the side effects of the drugs then result in another devastating life ending disease. Robbing Peter to pay Paul perhaps?

And who became richer from the progression?

I know we want our dogs and cats to live a long life, but just as with people, the health care industry has grown exponentially, and at the end of the day are we seeing the dividends of the investment?

Knowing that our investments have been wise choices shouldn't we be witnessing the longer lives of our pets? The last time I checked the statistics, they were actually living shorter lives.

Things that make you go hummmmm.

Today I hired my second employee. No sooner did I have the first one, but the business has grown and I am still working non stop.

Another milestone; 2 employees.....On my way up to 4K weekly sales...thats a lot of friggin herbs, and I do alot of non-stop talking.

All my employees are like me, they are in acupuncture school...so they love what we're doing here. The new girl will help me on the phones which is good, because I am so very tired....and getting fatter by the day.

The 15lbs I lost 6 months ago.....Hello; back again.

Yesterday we had to do a research paper on cancer....well of course I did mine on pets and cancer. I have quite a few dog patients that I work with and they have cancer. Why not? Right?

I think my young peers think I'm absurd ....I was so pound of my paper, I don't think they saw the beauty of the whole thing...

O well.....they don't matter to me....but I think its funny how totally obsessed I have become with my pet empire, others don't find me so humerus....I think they roll their eyes when they hear me talk about it, because thats ALL I talk about. I guess I am a tad obnoxious about the whole thing.

Okay.....thats it for tonight,....just a little something to keep me current.

I hired my first employee.

It's become that busy. So busy that I barley have time for much of anything. My pet empire is on the rise.

I ordered up 200 shipping envelopes this week. That's a big jump again.

I have my labels for my product. But I have to admit that I'm a bit intimidated to call on veterinarians. They can be so stuffy, and closed minded. I have a big problem with that, because my herbs really do work, and they are for very sick dogs.

Its like that in the human world as well. Main stream doctors keep alot away from people. I wonder why...

I see it as ego, plain and simple.

It's very sad because everyone suffers as a result of being so closed up in the box.

Okay...I'm making the pledge to call on my doctor tomorrow. EEEE Yikes...YOU CAN DO IT~


Still have not spoke with my mother....and that incident is becoming another distant memory, but not any less searing and painful. It's hard to believe that after 52 years that kind of thing can still happen. My family never ceases to amaze me.

On an upbeat note...sometimes there are those moments that are just so great. Today I was walking with the dogs....

And Pink Pinkerton decided he would take his first swim and retrieved a ball. It was a hoot. A real deep belly laugh. He's such a great dog.

We've all adjusted to Orbit being gone, but we still miss him. He left such a big space behind. At least the little dogs are eating again.

I had to down my units to 10 this semester, which will delay my graduation another semester. But I had to do it. With the rise of my empire, I just couldn't do it. On the positive side of that, for the first summer in 4 years, I don't have to have my nose in a book getting ready for some exam.

Okay....I feel better, I updated my personal blog....a break through. For some reason I felt like I had writers block.

Now I need to go a read what my blogger friends are up to.....

Such a crappy experience but an eye opening one....

So there I was trying to help MY mother and this swarm of non speaking people were buzzing around me.

For some reason, the minute I walked in there was tension in the room. I'll never know if my brother had warned them of me...of what I'm not sure, but I have an inkling that it could of been about my Chinese medicine.

I'll never know, because I never intend to see those people again.

So there I was, looking at my mother's tongue, taking her pulse, getting ready to do some mild acupuncture. I was also going to suggest that we get her back to the hospital because it was apparent she was very ill.

In the state of California, an acupuncturist is considered a primary care giver, so we have to refer to acute care if the situation merits it. In the case of my mother, it did at that moment,

But I had no time to help her, because the minute I started interacting with her, these people were buzzing around my head. And when I got ready to do some acupuncture, that's when one of those people started to get physical.

This non speaking English woman was yelling and grabbing at me, telling me I could not do anything unless "Roger" says its okay.

That was like waving a red flag in front of a bull....since when did I go on my brother's payroll I was thinking. I dropped out of that palace hierarchy over seven years ago....he had no control over me...

I told the woman that it was MY mother and to stop bothering me. She pulled me again...At that point, with all the old demons floating in the back of my head, I went up to her and was about to deck her, she was no physical match for me....

When....the little voice in the back of my head said......"Holly is this really worth it?" because one of the other Mexican ladies was in the process of calling the police.

I kept looking at my mother expecting her to tell them to stop it, because I was her daughter. She said nothing.

I don't think I can ever forgive her for that. I know she was really sick, but she could talk....this is not the first time something along this line has happened, where she let my brother or my brother's attack dogs had come after me.

I think she allowed this because she so much likes the attention of my brother, and there she was in all the glory, HER SON was taking care of her.

So....I quickly summed up the situation and said screw it, it was not worth me having to deal with the police and everything that went along with that scene.

Once I made up my mind, I packed up my things, looked at my mom, and told her I would never see her again.

In my mind, my mother died that day.

I have not seen or spoken to my father or my brother for over seven years. They are no longer my family.

Now my mother is gone to me....

Just because your born into a family does not mean that one must continue to swallow toxic crap and that was my last gulp of my families poison.

Never Again.....the last door finally closed. I'm outta there.....forever.

Its so hard to blog about things that happen to you when there is years and years and years of history that lead up to a single event.

So how to frame the post without it becoming a novel makes it difficult.

Let me try;

I have not spoken to my brother for over seven years. However, due to the fact that my mother has become seriously ill, we have had some interactions, however not face to face.

My brother is very wealthy, and that's an understatement. So when my mom started having all her problems, he pretty much started taking over her care...in every respect. He has always been one to take control, and I mean that in every sense of the word.

How do I talk about the years leading up to our split...how do I talk about the day when he had me taken away by the police and had me put into "observation" for a seventy two hour watch, as my mother looked on? How do I talk about how it changed my life forever?

I can't......I've never forgiven him for what he did to me.....and the beat goes on...

I got a phone call from Aunt Sally that my mom was doing worse....she had contracted some sort of bug at the hospital and had severe diarrhea (I think it was withdrawals from the drugs). The call was really her putting pressure on me to go and see my mother and help her with my Chinese medicine.

Because my brother has been so involved, I have stayed away from my mother, looking back, it was my strong instinct for self preservation. I knew that getting even close to my brother would hold danger to me and my well being...

I was right.....and ooooo how right I was...

Sally nudged me down there.....I had resisted up to this point, because I have learned that the people who appreciate you are those that seek me out, it is not me trying to convince them that there are alternative means in which to heal. I learned this a long time ago....that's why I never even did acupuncture on my mother, because my family does not understand this way of thinking. I DIDN'T WANT TO GO....

and I did......

I walked into my mom's house and I went to her bed....she was laying there and she was whiter than death, in fact she looked almost dead. I turned around and looked at the three Mexican house keepers that my brother had hired to watch over her. I handed them the rice cooker that I had brought for her to make congee ( a healing food), I put my acupuncture box down on the bed.....

The Mexican ladies went into a tizzy...I ignored them and started looking at my mom and asking her questions. My mother was in horrible shape, deathly ill.

I was getting ready to do acupuncture when all the sudden the head Mexican lady started heatedly asking me "what are you doing, what are you doing" of course with a very thick accent, if you can imigine that...a friggin Mexican asking ME what I'm doing to MY mother...

I looked at her and I told her that I was going to do some acupuncture on my mother and she said "oh no your not, you put nothing into her unless ROGER (my brother) says its okay" She is screaming this at me....I ignored her...AND THEN...

SHE GRABS MY ARM.....I'm not kidding....she physically grabbed me.

I'm a strong girl.....and you don't screw with me.

I turned on her and I threw her against the wall....

This is upsetting me....I will write what happened a little later.....

When I was young, my mom had MS...she got the kind that left her completly paralyzed and then she would slowly regain her motor functions....she had about four of these episodes and they started when I was about 4 and went through until I was 12.

The biggest problem was not the MS but it was her eventual drug addiction to sleeping pills. They gave them to her like candy when she was in the hospital so that she could sleep.

My mom was not a happy woman with her marriage, so between the MS and her unhappiness, she dove into the world of drug abuse. After many horrible years and finally a divorce, my mom stayed cleared of drugs...

Until just recently...

She had that fall that cracked her hips...she was in pretty bad shape because she has never eaten properly along with the fact of most of her life she has been a smoker (recently she finally gave them up).

Anyway...she was doing fine until they moved her to the rehab hospital, and then one of the new new young doctors got the bright idea to give her Oxycotin...which is only one of the most addicting drugs on the planet...

She has been looped ever since....no eating, no rehab, no nothing. Just like the ole days...just drugged out and now wasting away.

It honestly made me cringe to see her like this. I have not been able to visit her very often because it takes me back in time....

An awful time...

I'm a bad daughter.