Hey y’all!

I did it. I got a new job. I took that reckless plunge and gave up my cushy corporate job that I was just so unhappy at and accepted a job at a local pet resort! It’s the WORST. It makes me be a morning person again, so my day is half over before half of y’all wake up! It’s a lot more physical than my last job, but I like it. It’s good for me and keeps me moving! And best part of all; I get to play with puppies! Added bonus: They all have homes already so I don’t have to be tempted into adopting them all either. I can put off my full transition into crazy dog lady a while longer. 😉

I can also bring Dori to work with me sometimes, which is an awesome plus!



Totally wore this shirt the day I quit my soul-sucking call center job, too. #IdRatherBeWithMyDog 😉





Lets see, what else is new since my last post FOREVER ago, after I promised I would be posting more often lol

Oh, I have a new vehicle, as well! Two weeks in to my new job my poor car straight up BROKE down. The thought of taking Marge to the junk yard made me want to cry. I ended up donating her to Wheels for Wishes. So, at least she did a little good before she was ultimately junked. Poor girl.

Now I’m driving my grandparent’s van, they were looking to sell it anyways and they gave me a helluva deal on it. Stan the Van, or Stanley Red is his how I refer to him. (Because I name all my vehicles) But yeah, I thought it would be a good in between vehicle, and good for my huge dog and when I move again. He’ll do great until I can actually afford to buy a new car someday. 😛

Dori’s first drive in the van was kind of comical. She decided the front seat is better than having the entire back of the van to herself… typical.



She still doesn’t feel comfortable riding in the back and has to sit on the seats.

Because she’s a princess..


We also got a new roommate since the last post! IMG_0911

Okay, well that’s his dog, BooBoo.  haha  She came with a pretty cool dude for a roommate, though. It’s nice having someone who is clean, but also goes through lazy spurts, likes to drink beer and watch tv, then gets shit done again.  We get each other.

I loved that he had BooBoo, though.  Dori needed a dog friend. And it was funny because they both liked each other, but also didn’t really care about the other one. Both the dogs would do their own thing, play for like a minute, and then be like, “okay, see ya around.”

Boo was soooo stubborn when it came to coming in the house, though. Typical Husky, loves the outdoors and lives by her own rules.  I’m also pretty sure she was carrying out a master plan to excavate a straight shot to China in the backyard.


Anyways, that’s about all that’s new with us… for now.

♥ Ariel and Dori


p.s. We’re actually moving again next week! That’s how behind I am. Ha! Stay Tuned! XD


Let Me Tell You About My Beesst Friend 🎶

Hey guys! Hope you all had a Happy National Dog Day and Labor Day weekend! I’m sorry again about the posts being so far apart… but GUESS who was all sorts of busy quitting and getting a new job! This chick.  More on that later..

I thought since this whole thing is all about, you know, a Dame and her Dane, I’ll tell y’all a little about my Dane and how she came into my life.  Labor Day weekend actually marked two years since I made Dori officially mine so I thought it’d be appropriate time for this post.


My big lazy cow, as she’s come to be known, hasn’t always been ‘my dog’.  Nope. She worked her way into that role. Growing up in the countryside of a small town in Northern Illinois, my family always had a lot of pets and always more than one dog. A grand mixture of Great Danes, hound dogs, rotties, and random mutts. So, I always had a lot of family pets, but the first dog that was ever really ‘my dog’, wasn’t Dori, it was my Missy Girl. Or her full title: The Misfit Mutt Among The Big Dogs.

Missy was perfectly unproportioned, with her longer body and short legs,  I still can’t believe someone threw her off a tractor and abandoned her. That’s right!  Someone threw her off a moving tractor in front of our family friend’s house we were staying at in Arkansas, and thus began the tradition of every time my family goes to Arkansas they bring home a dog.  Anyways, after that Missy basically became my copilot and went with me literally everywhere I was allowed to take her as soon as I was old enough to drive.


She held her own with our big dogs, only had to be taken to the emergency vet twice throughout all her years, and she was the only dog ever allowed on the couch at dad’s (only when I was sitting with her, of course).  When I went off to college it was really hard to leave her behind. I swore once I was able to move out of the dorms I’d sneak her down to live with me, and we’d live out the happiest life ever in Southern Illinois while I finished school and then we’d be off on the next adventure. Sadly, it didn’t ever work out that way.

Summer 2012: Right in the middle of “hell week” of my sophomore year, I believe..  I had gotten a call from my dad saying Missy had fluid building up around her heart and lungs. You know, no big deal my dog was just dying six hours away while I was cram- studying for finals. It’s always during finals shit like this happens to people..  Anyways, he had taken her to the vet and had it drained but the vet said it would just buy her some time, and that she wouldn’t be around too much longer.  I am extremely thankful she was able to hold out until I made it home the next week, though.

When I got home, I basically spent the day crying a lot and hanging with her in the back yard.  You could tell she was really suffering again at that point.  She was struggling to breath comfortably and she couldn’t even hop onto the couch anymore. I couldn’t bear to let her suffer any longer.  So, I took her to the vet the next day and had her put to rest peacefully as I held her in my arms.

Enter, Dori.img_9951
At this point in life, Dori was just the new dog my dad happened to score off Craigslist while looking for some lawn mower part or something 6 months earlier. Some lady was moving and couldn’t keep her, so she came free with a bag a dog food and was added to his small zoo while I was at school. (Hell of a Craigslist, deal. Right?)  I mean, I loved her like the rest of the family pets, but she was still kind of just the new dog I met when I was home for Christmas break a few months ago, and Missy took up a lot of space in my heart reserved for pets.  One of the things I’ve always loved most about Dori, though, is how caring she is.  Those first two days I was home, she wouldn’t leave mine or Missy’s side. Just doing her best to try to make whatever was going wrong better. 💙


My last night with Missy. Misfit at the side and dane at the feet.


The night that I put Missy down I was obviously upset, and I was all worried about how weird it would be sleeping on the couch without my dog snuggled up to me.  Little did I know, I’d later wake up in the middle of the night with a Great Dane on top of me. Haha Yup, Dori.

She basically made sure from that point on that she was going to do her best to try to fix the hole in my heart and make sure she was going to be my next copilot on this magic carpet ride.

And she definitely succeeded.

Fast forward a few years, to two years ago: I’m out of college, still living and working in Carbondale, and finally am renting a house that allows dogs! I knew Dori deserved better than the life she had living with my dad.  I did a quick weekend trip up north and when I came back down, I finally had a dog in my life again.  Dori officially became “my dog” September 1st, 2015  and has basically been velcro’d to my side ever since.  And boom; that’s basically the story of how this Dame got her Dane.

She’s done quite well for originally being a country dog to adjusting to the town life and learning to socialize in new places, still could use some work, but with her naturally being a good girl, it’s never been too bad taking her anywhere.  My roommates and I would take her on all sorts of  mini adventures, we’d frequent the dog parks around town, go hiking, and she was no stranger to the local Southern Illinois wineries, brewery, or the local pet supply store.

I’m so glad Dori decided that she was going to be my dog all those years ago.  I honestly don’t know what I would do without my big goofy cow.  You know, ‘Dori’ was just her name when my dad got her, I looked it up recently and it means, “adored gift.”  And I just found that to be so perfectly fitting for her.  I know I seem overly obsessed with her sometimes, but she’s literally all I have in my life right now, especially since we moved to Nashville.  I can’t wait to start taking her new places around here!  With all her extra training we’ve been doing, this Dame and Her Dane will be back out and about on mini adventures exploring the greater Nashville area in no time!

Beijos! 💋

A Few Months Later…

Whew,  sorry to leave you on the edge of your seat for so long!  We’ve been super crazed and busy going though the whole moving process.. Finding a place that allows my big well-behaved dog in Nashville was way more difficult than it needed to be; trying to meet potential roommates in between working my crappy schedule that’s opposite of every other normal human being was the woorrsst and took up ALL of my little free time.  BUT thankfully, we finally found a place last minute!

It’s an adorable little house that Dori and I share with 2 strangers who seem nice enough; no murdery vibes, but no real friendship vibes coming from them either.  But the house had a washer and dryer, fenced in yard, and rent was affordable; so at the point of DONE  I was at in my house hunting in crunch time, those three things were basically all I wanted.


Dat front porch, doe.

You can tell how tiring the moving in and unpacking process was/still is, just by seeing how exhausted Dori is from just watching me unpack.  All she really cared about was the fact that the bed was made again.


Lazy cow


Dori and I have also started doing some extra training, as well!  She’s pretty well behaved already, but can still get a little too excited at new places and when seeing other dogs on walks, which when you’re a big dog can tend to scare some people.  So, we hired some extra help and have been working hard so she can be an even better good girl when we go new places and I can be 100 percent comfortable when taking her on adventures! GET EXCITED.

In other news, I also broke down and tried out medications to help with the anxiety and depression stuff. But that nice little experimental process of finding the right medication didn’t really work too well with work, each one I tried either made me nauseous or my head super foggy and dizzy, so I just kind of gave up on help with medication. I couldn’t afford time off of work to find one that would actually let me focus at work.  BUT, now that I have the place to live the anxiety has calmed down quite a bit, like back to my normal functional level, and the fact that I can focus on new job hunting again makes me super excited! Not that I’m not grateful for my full time job, and all it’s given me. I just mentally can NOT stay there much longer. Enough about that, though.

Let me tell you another reason why we haven’t gotten out to explore:  It has been HOT here!  I mean, I know, “Duh, it’s summer, Ariel!” But, my car car doesn’t have air conditioning and until about 2 weeks ago the front windows were stuck up, too; for a good 3 months! It felt like I was driving around in a literal oven in this Nashville summer heat!  Waaaay too hot to drive around much of anywhere with the poor cow.



I guess she thought she was going to be driving that day.


So, now that you’ve heard all my lame excuses for why we haven’t been more on top of “exploring the city/taking on the world/yay, adventures!” stuff, I’ll give you a little snapshot of what we have been doing in my free time these last couple months. Mostly hanging out at home in our awesome backyard or the dog park.. the usual.

Loving the fact that we have a little porch again! You can see not much has changed, still eating ice cream and hanging outside, but now with the luxury of a porch! Not as great as our old Carbondale porch, but it’ll do just fine.


Porch life is literally, my favorite life. Our old Carbondale porch was my happy place.

The dog park is still my favorite place to spend free time in Nashville. Is that sad? Maybe. But Two Rivers Dog Park is literally the best dog park we’ve ever been to. They even host Dane Days meet ups every now and then. Those are always so fun! We go out there and there is just a herd of other great danes running and playing, making silly faces.  Dori mostly just stands around, waiting for other people to pet her. haha

On one of our recent trips we met a mini look-a-like! As if I didn’t have puppy fever enough already!  His mom and I had a nice time trying to get them to sit by each other long enough for a good picture.  That puppy energy doesn’t care about boring pictures.  He’s got an Instagram page, too. So we’re excited to watch our new friend, Great Dane Gary, grow up to probably be bigger than Dori someday!

Anyways, that’s about all that is new with us lately. We’re pretty boring right now, but gearing up for some great times, I can feel it!  I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to actually sit down and post again. I promise there will be more, more exciting, and more frequent, posts to come soon!




Here we go…

I should have gotten around to updating this sooner, but you know, life happened. I’ve been meaning to use this site more often and really get into it. It will be a way more productive use of my internet time, anyways. Much better than scrolling through Facebook posts or online shopping. So, let’s push the reset button and start from square one.

So, I’ve decided to use this more as an actual blog now.. and actually USE IT!  I still plan to have my old and new projects on here, as well, but for the most part I’m just going to keep it in a pretty casual and conversational tone.

To be 100% real with you all, depression and anxiety has kind of kicked my ass the last few months, and to be even more honest, the last few years.  But, I think this blog will at least be somewhat therapeutic for me, if nothing else.

I moved to Tennessee a few months ago thinking a new adventure was all I needed, and it was definitely a step in the right direction.  I’m currently living in the geographical state I wanted, but not exactly the state of mind, yet.  Turns out it’s hard making friends in a new city when you’re exhausted from adulting and working at a job that’s slowly killing your soul.  So, to combat those pesky depressive feelings and lazy habits I’ve decided that I am going to use this blog to force me to get out and about and explore the city and shit like I want to.

So, basically it’s just going to be my blog without a theme. I guess it could be called a “lifestyle” or “personal” blog, but anyone who reads it will see it’s basically going to be just posts about me and my dog living life and exploring around.  More simply put, we should just call it, “A Dame and her Dane.”   Yeah, I kinda like that.

So, here we go. Stay tuned for more posts about A Dame and her Dane. 🙂

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