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A Furry Baby Christmas

On Tuesday, my pups returned home, courtesy of the drop-off service my boarding facility provides (for a small fee, of course)…

They sure were glad to be home, as evidenced from the following pictures…

Poor Molly.  She’s not feeling too well and hasn’t eaten much since she got home.  She doesn’t do well, emotionally, when we board her, and eating the boarding facility’s food threw her belly for a loop, I’m afraid.

She’s become a big snuggler…grateful that her mama is home…

A Blah Monday

Sometimes you just have days that are…well…blah.

Today was that day.

I got to school in what can be tactfully described not being in the best of spirits.  My students were very intuitive and cut me tons of slack.  I love them for that.  We kept things real, and I think they really respected me for that, as I did them.

Then, I came home to find this…

Yeah.

Those are my split ring markers, which I had in a baby proof bottle.

Apparently it wasn’t dog-proof…

Now, don’t you dare go getting all animal protection on me.

I know…such a disaster could have been far worse and resulted in a dog that had a perforated intestine.

Believe me…I am thanking the Lord for His protection.

But to come home to see that…especially after this the other day…

Sigh.

Apparently Pele is having a few blah days as well…missing Chicky after her constant presence during Thanksgiving.

Here’s the thing, though.

I’m a second, first-year teacher who’s completely up to her eyeballs in child-related, dog-related, and work-related stress.

Sigh.

I hate blah Mondays.

Psst…It’s Bedtime, Mama

Last night, or should I say early, early, early this morning (1am), I decided I’d better head to bed.  I’d been up late working on lesson plans for a substitute and entering grades.

When I got to my room, I found this…

Sorry for the poor quality of the photo.  Guess the camera on my phone was sleepy too.

But, if you look closely, you’ll see a bone buried in the blanket (to the left).

Molly, the bone thief, had left me a present.  She’s been doing this…stealing the other dogs’ bones and leaving them in my bed at night.

I think she’s doing this to lure me in there, as if the temptation of a half-chewed bone will make my salivary glands go crazy, thus enticing me to go to bed early.

I guess you can’t blame the girl for trying, eh?

Sunbathing

A few days ago, I looked out the window and saw this…

My sweet Molly had planted herself near the fence and seemed to be enjoying the morning.

I stood and watched her for a few minutes, snapping pictures like any proud mama would…

I’m so thankful for the zoom on my camera, because I was able to stand in my doorway.  You know how it is with pups…they don’t exactly cooperate when they know you want them to…

Something about that grass really appealed to her, because she started rolling around…

The sun must have made her sleepy, because she gave up the fight midway through her stretch…

I really love this sweet fur baby.  She’s got issues (who doesn’t), and she’s emotionally needy, but she’s a sweetheart.

Out for a Ride

The simple joys of being a dog…

Going for car rides…

Molly was a happy dog during her recent outing!

Pooped

I have a huge assignment due next week for one of my classes, so I decided to use today to get a jump on it.

I worked ALL day while the dogs kept me company.

Apparently my exertion wore them out…

I am glad SOMEONE was getting some rest…

Pele Finds Religion

Monday night, I attended a band booster meeting.  Then, I had to pick up Rooster from his college class.

Meanwhile, Pele was busy…

I found this after I got home, and let me tell you…I was not happy.  Mondays are long enough as it is, but to find my brand new devotion book chewed up really frustrated me.

I turned the book on its spine and saw evidence of Pele attempting to read it.  The corners of the pages were chewed on…

I guess Martin Luther’s writings were too much for Pele to resist.

It appears as if my fur baby has found religion.

Pele is on a Tear

You might remember that I have three dogs.

Pele is the “middle child” and technically belongs to Chicky…

Well…ever since the family returned to a regular routine after Christmas, Pele has had his fur in a wad.  I guess he got spoiled having people home all day.

And so Pele has regressed…

To his puppy days…

To his chewing phase…

First, he mangled a much-loved Christmas decoration…a snowman…

Even the snowballs did not survive…

RIP, Mr. Snowman…

As you might have noticed, the dates on the pictures indicated that he did his misdeed before Christmas; however, I think he was just practicing.

Since Christmas, Pele has been digging in the trash and, basically, chewing almost everything he can find.

It hasn’t helped to put things on tables.  He just pulls them off too.

Take, for instance, a couple of pages from a magazine that I had left on my end table this week.

When I got home yesterday, this is what I found…

One measly piece of a full page.

Ironically, look at what managed to survive…

Yeah.  I can hear you chuckling.

See, in last month’s issue of All You, I had found an essay contest.  As you can see, the topic was one I could relate to.

Apparently it drew Pele’s attention as well.

At least he was kind enough to save the instructions for me.

Bad Dog

Participles kicked my behind today.

I desperately needed a laugh.

Pele provided it.

I walked past Rooster’s room this evening and noticed this…

 

So I followed the trail to see where it would lead…

Good thing he’s so cute…

 

Two Peas in a Pod

This is Molly…

 

This is me…

 

I was the one who saw Molly at the animal shelter, and it was because of my instant love for her that she came home with me.

It didn’t take long before I realized that we are two peas in a pod.

Molly marches to the beat of her own drummer.

So do I.

Molly possesses a “leader of the pack” mentality, as do I.

Molly is leery of strangers.

I am shy in front of new people.  In fact, my least favorite part of church services is when we have to shake hands with people around us.

Molly barks for whatever reason she chooses.

So do I.  In fact, I’ve been known to start barking the moment I enter the house.

Molly retreats to her hiding place under the bed when a crowd arrives at the house.

I actively seek out solitude to help me deal with family gatherings.

It’s no wonder that Molly sensed my stress tonight and emerged from her corner to comfort me in the midst of my self-imposed time out.

In that moment, I felt a very strong connection with my four-legged fur baby.

Truly, we are two peas in a pod.