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Monday, April 22nd, 2013 at 4:41pm. 345 Views, 0 Comments.
A Packed Week
by Celia Hayes
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Just to get into the mood and establish the mental sound-track, imagine a mariachi band kicking it into raucous high gear. Now, imagine a ten day long city-wide block party, food festival, oyster feast, rock concert, art show, parade, debutant ball and live comic burlesque ... yes, it's Fiesta time again in San Antonio, with the usual packed schedule of events suited to every taste. From Night in Old San Antonio in La Villita, to the Battle of Roses parade; it's a couther and more family-friendly version of New Orleans' Mardi Gras, as a commenter once described it. Fiesta began over a hundred years ago, with a simple modest parade of…
Monday, April 15th, 2013 at 2:56pm. 442 Views, 0 Comments.
Selling Your Home with Pets
Moving can be a stressful time for all members of the family, including our pets. As a home seller, you're not only managing your dog's stress, you're trying to maximize the value of your home. You will have a lot of strangers coming in and out of your home while it's on the market. If you have a busy home, your dog may be used to meeting lots of new people. But this probably occurs when you are home. Without you, he may not understand that these "intruders" are your prospective buyers. Will he become territorial? Stressed? Will he bark excessively? Or follow the new folks around jumping up, licking, or otherwise trying to make friends? Regardless, all of these attention-getting behaviors are signs of stress.
Here are a…
Saturday, September 8th, 2012 at 1:59pm. 974 Views, 0 Comments.
by Celia Hayes
Over the years that we have lived in our San Antonio home, we've lost track of the number of all the lost dogs we have found and managed to either returned to their owners, or found them new owners. Almost always it's been a case of 'return to owner', and in one instance we kept the dog. My mother thinks we must display some kind of invisible sign which sends lost dogs scampering in our direction. She might be right about that. In any case, upon being met with a stray dog, we have worked out the most efficient series of steps for reuniting them with their person.
If the dog has a tag on the collar with a current address and telephone number of the owner – that will be about 90% of the situation sorted out right there.…
Tuesday, May 8th, 2012 at 9:03pm. 1,506 Views, 3 Comments.
A Dog-Friendly List of San Antonio Condos for Sale
Check out my new San Antonio dog-friendly Condo list.
by Randy Watson
Hi, my name is Randy Watson and I am a self-confessed dog lover. I am also a real estate agent with Mission Realty, in San Antonio.
Texans love their dogs and cats... and here in San Antonio we are no exception. Dogs and cats are loved everywhere, except it gets a little tricky when it comes to buying real estate that accepts your pets. Especially when looking to buy: condominiums, townhomes and villas; since each may have its own rules and regulations regarding pets. Single family homes have fewer, if no restrictions regarding pets. (A word of caution, some HOA's, even towns/cities may have dog restrictions.)
Moving to a…
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012 at 6:52pm. 1,214 Views, 2 Comments.
Looking Ahead – 2012
by Celia Hayes
It's axiomatic that the year seems to fly faster, the older you get. Someone explained it to me, thusly: the year is merely a portion of your total life. When you are four years old, a single year is a whole quarter of your entire life. By the time you are forty, that year is only one-fortieth of your entire life. This makes sense, if you don't think too hard about it. But 2011 was a year of events, portents and wonders. Sometimes I felt as if we were skidding from one extreme to the other, in between every kind of loss and gain imaginable, both personal and professional. We lost my father, for one – the day after Christmas, 2010 – and I spent a month in California early in the year, helping my mother adjust.…
Pet Adoption Clinics, Vaccination Clinics and other Cat and Dog Things Happen All Over San Antonio Each Week
Saturday, October 29th, 2011 at 12:13am. 1,252 Views, 0 Comments.
Dogue, собака, Perro, Hund, 狗, Chien, 犬, Cão, Dog
There is a saying which has been kicking around in the back of my mind for years, to the effect that you do not find your pets – they find you. In some cases, usually those of the feline persuasion, they are the ones who actively pick you, by moving in and making themselves at home. Now and again, dogs have also been known to do this: most recently in my case, the little black dog that I nick-named 'the little shadow' which my daughter found running around in the street in front of a highly trafficked neighborhood yard-sale a number of weeks ago. A nice little black dog, very affectionate, well-behaved and clean, of a certain age in dog-years, and giving evidence in the fact that he had been…
Tuesday, September 13th, 2011 at 11:33am. 1,701 Views, 2 Comments.
A Little Shadow, Who Goes In & Out With Me
FOUND DOG - Stahl Road, San Antonio
by Celia Hayes
Sigh – it’s happened again. My daughter, the Queen of All Yard Sales, went out prospecting this morning to the San Antonio neighborhood on the opposite side of Stahl Road, and returned with a very cute stuffed bear (practically new!) who sat in his own (cheap but cute!) upholstered armchair, which was for sale for the OMG-have-to-have-it price of a whole $3!
And there was another item, accompanying her, upon this expeditionary trip into another neighborhood: something live, black-furred, wiggly and friendly. A small and relatively well-kept dog, about twenty pounds at a guess, somewhat gray about the muzzle – which the Queen of All Yard Sales found,…
Saturday, July 16th, 2011 at 11:37pm. 1,154 Views, 0 Comments.
Moo the Closet CatFor all your San Antonio Real Estate Needs Call Randy Watson, 210-744-4514 Texas Real Estate Agent Mission Realty, Inc.
When my younger sister's parakeet, known as Bird - my sister did not have much of an imagination when it came to naming her pets - was accidentally killed, my father immediately took Pip to the pet store to find a replacement parakeet. My sister, sniffling slightly, returned from the pet store, having selected from their parakeet stock the plainest, gawkiest, motley-ist parakeet in the lot. He was so ugly and awkward, my sister explained, that no one would ever pick him out and take it home, and so she felt sorry for him. She named him BT, which stood for…