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My Idea of a Break

Early on in the week, I set a goal for myself…

Write and turn in the second of three BIG lesson plans for the Reading Endorsement class I’m taking…

By Sunday.

This class ends on the 27th.

I want to finish early because I start my first ESOL class the first week of February, and I’d like to have one week when I don’t have ANY assignments due.

Thus, today, this has been my perch…

I know, from previous experience, that I do much better when I allow myself to take breaks.

What is sad, though, is what I’ve come to look forward to as a “break.”

It involves this…

For this reason…

It’s amazing how my perspective has changed over the years.

With four dogs, the amount of dog poop in the back yard is ridiculous.

It can, quite literally, “pile” up very quickly if not disposed of frequently.

This used to be my children’s responsibility but they escaped left for college, so that left the job to me.

The Mr. claims that he didn’t want any of the dogs originally, so he’s free from doing the dirty.

One other little factor has changed my perspective.

My beautiful new yard…

…that we paid oodles of money to have installed (and which you see the dogs scoping out for prime pooping spots).

Thus, on days such as today, when I’m stuck inside working on a long, tedious assignment, I find myself looking for a reason to take a break.

Forget Kit Kat’s little ditty…”Give me a break, give me a break, break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar.”

Nope.

In my house, it’s, “Give me a break, give me a break, I need to go outside and scoop a pail of poo.”

It’s lame.

I know.

Consider yourself fortunate that I didn’t record my voice and insert it on this here classy blog.

😀

One Year Ago…

One year ago today, I decided to take my Molly for a walk.

We’d scarcely gotten down the road when an uncollared, skin-and-bones puppy ran up to us, friendly as could be.

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My neighbor stood outside and explained that he’d been allowing the puppy to sleep on his porch and had been feeding him, but that the puppy had not let anyone pet him.

I spoke a few words to the puppy and then proceeded to walk Molly around the neighborhood.

The little guy stuck with us and walked as if he were part of the family.

When I stopped, he stopped.  When I started up again, so did he.

The Mr. and Rooster came outside when we got home and admired the puppy’s markings.

He had tiger stripes, and being Auburn fans, we liked that.

The poor guy looked hungry, so we fixed him a bowl of food.

He gobbled it right down, along with a couple more bowls of food.

He also drank down a couple of bowls of water.

The evening promised to be cold, so we set up a pallet in the garage and turned on a light for him.

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We returned to the garage many times that night to check on him, and he looked up at us each time, wagged his tail, but stayed on the towel we’d set up for him.

In the morning, we fed him breakfast and took him to pee.   This was his first introduction to our other dogs.

Molly had already met him.

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Aubie and Pele were curious but accepted him immediately.

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To his credit, the puppy was docile and quickly rolled to his back…his act of submission.

We decided to take him to the vet to get him checked out.  He was healthy, but we’d found a tick, so the vet gave us a prescription for any kind of infection he might have and also administered one vaccine.

He was also checked for a microchip.  We figured someone, somewhere was missing him.  He didn’t have a chip though, so back home he went until the next day, when the local animal shelter would be open.

Our plan was to take him there, where a good home could be found for him.

We did, after all, already own three dogs.

Meanwhile, we’d begun allowing the puppy to stay inside.

He and Rooster quickly bonded, and we knew it would be difficult to tear them away from one another.

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The day after New Years, we loaded up the car and headed to the animal shelter.

It was closed, but a worker was there to feed the dogs.  He checked the puppy for a microchip but could not locate one.  He also explained that there was a dog fighting ring, and the dog had probably not performed well and was, thus, dropped off on the street.

The Mr., usually the tough one in the family, made an instant decision.

Honestly, I think he’d been waffling about what to do ever since he’d laid eyes on the little guy.

He gave the green light to keep the puppy, so we drove straight to the pet store and bought the puppy a collar and his own food bowl.

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He was officially ours.

We allowed Rooster to select the name, and we trucked ourselves back to the pet store and had “Gambit” etched on a name tag.

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Thus began our first year with our new puppy.

What a blessing this little guy has been.

To be sure, he’s wreaked havoc on the home.  The first day he was here by himself after we went back to work and Rooster went back to school, he tore up EVERYTHING in the living room, including a set of vertical blinds…

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One new crate later, and that problem was solved.

He has slept with one of us nearly every night that he’s been with us, and I must say that he is the BEST snuggler of all four dogs.

He wakes us up by laying his big head on our faces.

He has no regard for personal space.  Wherever you are, he thinks he should be as well.

He is smart, though, and eager to please.

It’s obvious that he was abused because he still shies away when he sees us wielding papers in our hands, despite our assurances that we’re not going to hit him.  We’ve never hit a dog.

He gives as much love as he gets, making our decision to keep him one of the most rewarding we’ve made in a while.

One year later, this little four-legged bundle of fur has brought nothing but love and joy to our family, and I can’t thank the Lord enough for putting us together.

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RIP Sweet Thor

Christmas seasons, for some reason, are tough on our itsy bitsy pets.

Yesterday, we said goodbye to Chicky’s dwarf hamster, Thor.

He was precious…so sweet and affectionate.

I pray that the Lord has a special place in heaven for beloved pets that have given much love and joy to their owners.

While You Sit There Working…

…I was sitting here waiting…

…and waiting…

Gambit seriously thinks I need to stop working so much and play a little more.  I’m sure he’s right.

A New Member of the AuburnChick Family

When Chicky came home on Saturday, she brought along the newest member of the AuburnChick family…

Thor, my grand-hamster.

He’s actually a dwarf hamster, and Chicky and her roommate are his mommies.

Wait.

That kind of sounded bad.

Awww…you know what I meant.

Chicky has enjoyed him so much this summer.  She says he’s very low maintenance and doesn’t make much noise at night.

He is a bit daring, however, and likes to look over the edges of furniture.

Because he’s so squirmy, getting decent photos just doesn’t happen very easily.

As such, I took some video.

Enjoy!

While You’re Pampering Yourself…

Dear Mama,

While you’re out pampering yourself, getting a pedi with the bestie…

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…don’t worry about me.

I’ll just be waiting for you, like I always do, looking my cute self…

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Don’t feel guilty, or anything.

Just remember that I’m here…waiting…patiently…for you to return.

Love,

Gambit

Furry Empathy

My poor dogs. With me being so sick, I haven’t had the energy to snuggle much.

My rear has been so sore that leaning over to love on my little guys has been too uncomfortable.

I haven’t been getting up and about much, but I have tried to pet them as I walk by.

Thus, my babies have been coming to me. I believe that animals know when we are sick, and they try their best to cheer us up.

Gambit, in particular, is an attention monkey. He absolutely thrives on it.

He’s impossible to resist.

I took the following picture of him, modified it with Instagram, and now have something I’ll probably frame.

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Doesn’t that bring a smile to your face?

I’m taking care of myself…resting like I’m supposed to and taking my medicine as prescribed. I’m eager to resume my busy life…one that includes lots of furry baby play time.

Yearly Shots

Last week, I took Aubie and Pele for their yearly shots.

I’ll admit that I am somewhat cheap as far as pet checkups go.

I only go for the shots…no “examination.”

I’m their mama, after all, and very attune to their nuances.  I take them in when they need attention.

The dogs had no idea what they were in for.  Aubie eagerly jumped into the car.

Pele did his thing…put his front legs on the seat and turned to look at us with an expression that said, “Is somebody gonna give me a lift?”

He’s lazy like that.

His excitement turned to anxiety, however, when we got to the clinic, and despite his large size…a whopping 99.9 pounds (up almost five since last year)…he whimpered like a baby.

Thank goodness Rooster had gone with me to help me out.  I don’t think I could have managed both dogs on my own.

Pele turned to mush, though, when the techs grabbed hold of him in the room and clipped his nails.  He also loved the vet and didn’t even tighten his butt cheeks when they gave him one of his shots.

Good boy!

Aubie was her happy-go-lucky self and licked everyone to death.

When we took them out to the car, Pele was so excited to be going home that he jumped in all the way…on his own.

Turd.

Yes, I just said that.

😀

I snapped these photos of the dogs while waiting in the Starbucks drive-thru (a reward to Rooster and myself for surviving the appointment)…

Decompressing

This past week has been so sad.

I’m so grateful that I have this blog to pour my heart into.  Thank you for all of the supportive comments and prayers.  We have definitely felt God’s presence!!!

For today’s post, I decided to be more whimsical…a little random.

First, I thought I’d share a picture of my latest shoe acquisition…

I found those at Kohl’s.  My cashier was a real piece of work, though…rude to the hilt…wouldn’t let me use my coupon…nasty to the lady behind me in line too.  I put the shoes back, found a coupon online on my phone, and walked to the other set of cash registers across the store where one of my former students was working.  I mentioned what had happened, and he and a manager rang up those shoes for me, using the online coupon code.  I suspect the other cashier got an earful from the manager after I left.

The next picture is one that I drew in the game Draw Something.  I’ve got a long game running with a knitting friend…almost 400 drawings thus far.  I am not an artist, so I was a little surprised and, yes, proud of myself when I wound up with this little sketch…

I got the stitches out of my mouth this week…thank goodness!  It felt like I had hair growing in my mouth!  I’m pleased with the results.  The skin is still growing, but I’m so thankful for medical advances that allow little things like teeth to be saved!

Now, it’s time for pictures of my pups.  How dearly I love these four-legged critters.  Throughout the week of tears and sadness, these little ones never failed to bring smiles and joy to my heart.  They are so affectionate and always up for a game of ball or tug of war.  They always wait anxiously for us to wake up…their little tails wagging when they see our eyes open.  I sure don’t know what I’d do without my fur babies!

Sweet Aubie…old girl that she is…hearing on its way out…still happy-go-lucky…

Comfy dog…he thinks that rolling on his back, looking cute, will get me out of bed…

Doggy Therapy

I thought I’d treat you to some recent photos of my fur babies!

Here’s Aubie, old gal that she is…

Poor girl.  I think that she’s sprouting more white hair every day!  Her hearing is not super-great these days either, and she’s starting to have some problems when she gets up from the floor.  Still, she’s full of energy and can still take down the younger pups.

Pele’s next.

He’s the most serene of the bunch, but he is occasionally bitten by the naughty bug.  In the above picture, I think he was trying to tell me that he misses Chicky, his mama, and how dare I allow her to spend the summer at college.  I hear you, Big Guy.

Molly’s up next.

She’s the most skittish of the crew.  I have no idea why!  We’ve had her since she was only a few weeks old.  She was itsy bitsy when we got her from the pound and very, very young.  We think she had to fend for herself early on after being left by her mama.  She doesn’t come out from under the bed very often.  We have to bribe her with treats and then close the bedroom door just to prevent her from becoming too anti-social.  She’s loveable, though, and she’s my baby.

Gambit is next, and he has quite a few pictures…

He’s about the happiest-go-luckiest dog I’ve ever seen and very affectionate.  He does not, however, like new people and is very scared of them.

He’s also quite the snuggler…

I tried hard not to let this little guy work his way into my heart…at the beginning when we weren’t sure if we were going to keep him after he’d followed me around the neighborhood on New Year’s Eve.  Once the Mr. gave the green light to keep him, I opened up my heart, and he jumped right in!

Scary eyes, eh?  heehee

I am a blessed gal to have so many loving critters around me!