Yes, this is primarily a Pet Sitting website...but that is not the only thing I am interested in, nor is it the only way I generate income.
Some of you already know that I am an experienced seamstress...or Sewist...as some like to refer to it nowadays. I am also an avid reader (and writer...as is evident here)...after all I do have a BA in English Literature.
Back in 2013 Mae and I started Jooj & Me, LLC (joojandme.com). It is our Amazon FBA business. On it I sell one-of-a-kind, vintage, out-of-print sewing patterns, Threads Magazines, hard-to-find items and books.
The name? Ah...don't worry...it's dog-related;
shortly after I found her on the streets of Manteca, CA
most wonderful Scotty we had the privilege to call
a family member...I know you can't see her well...but remember
these are pics of pics...and black animals are hard to photograph anyway.
A more mature Mae on the left;
Maggie the Scotty had passed on 2 years before, and
Duke (in the foreground; a Dobe X Lab) had come to live with us
that same year when I found him on our street.
Holly (background; a Chow X Lab), the oldest dog in the
family at this point, and the Grand Dame of the household.
By the way, Jooj was a Jack Russell Terrier X Chihuahua;
the first JRT we ever had the privilege of knowing.
She passed on 8 years after we moved to AZ.
Once on a Halloween we took her with us trick-or-treating, and a loose dog came barreling at her from across a street. The dog was a good 50 lbs and making a lot of scary loud noises as it rapidly invaded our space. I was tensing up and getting ready for the worst...having already had more experience breaking up dog fights than I wanted at that point...I was visualizing what I would do when they made contact. I can't recall where my husband was standing, but he told me later he was in a dog-fight-mode of his own.
All that adrenaline...from us was unnecessary, however, as Jooj already had very quickly figured out the solution to the problem. She went at the dog...all the way into the air...into his face...in her prime she could leap 6 feet off the ground; I'm not kidding...and latched onto one of his eyes. All her feet were off the ground and she was just hanging onto that eye. Just when I was thinking she was going to tear it out of his head the dog screamed...I mean SCREAMED, and tried to back away. Jooj didn't let go immediately...only when she was absolutely sure the dog was retreating.
That, ladies and gentlemen is the epitome of a JRT.
Well...now you know about the genesis of Jooj & Me.
Be sure to read Jooj & Me, Part 2, where I teach you how to read a sewing pattern.
Let's turn you all into Sewists!!!