Patti Downing, Boo’s mom, posted this photo on facebook. I just had to share. Boo is from our first litter.
I’ve been looking around in the plugin section of my WordPress blog and found one really useful addition to the site. If you will look to your right on the side bar, there is now a FOLLOW US section, under which you will find icons for different ways to keep track of what we are doing. The best way to follow us is Facebook. I will be posting a link on Facebook any time this blog is updated. Another option is to subscribe with a blog reader (the orange square icon), which is essentially a news reader for all your blogs / newspapers / magazines. YouTube is listed which has all our past training videos. Lastly, there is an icon for our email.
I was given a nice new shiny computer for Christmas (Thanks Hubby!) which is awesome but I don’t look forward to loading all the important programs such as word, website editor, photo and video editing software, moving old data over, locating old files… well you get the picture. No rest for the weary.
On a Poodle Note: I am driving in to Arkansas to pick up Zelda next week! There are some babies in there, movement has been felt! No head count yet, but she is indeed pregnant!
If I do not post before the 31st, have a very HAPPY NEWYEAR!!
Sometimes you get a photo that just makes you smile. This is one of those photos. I saw this and said “There is nothing ‘good’ about this photo, but it sure does explain my life right now”. Everything is a blur, no one ever sits still. Yeah, totally my life and ya know what? I wouldn’t change a single thing.
We are in the single digits, with just over one week until Santa comes! I decided it was time to attempt a photo shoot of the Poodles. The kids wanted to be in it as well, but after about 10 minutes of trying to get dogs and kids looking one direction, I scrapped the idea. Maybe next year when the kids and girl poodles are older and more focused. I was able to capture one pretty decent photo of the dogs. Some were far to dark to salvage, some I used a flash and wasn’t happen with the eye shine. Flash was a trooper, sitting in the middle the entire time with his hat balanced nicely on his head. Jazz kept looking around, causing her hat to fall off. Mocha really wanted to play with the hat, not wear it. For young dogs I think both Mocha and Jazz did well. They held their stays with no issue! My baby girls are growing up!
I won’t be updating the blog much over the next week with so much to do and so little time. Just in case I can’t get back here in time I want to wish everyone a very MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
Tis the season to be ill! I’m starting to feel a little better, thank goodness! I was beginning to wonder if I was doomed to suffer the entire winter. My cold, which I had been fighting since Thanksgiving, finally buckled down and changed to a sinus infection. I thought I was doing ok, staunchly refusing to take more than over the counter medication. This was all well and good until Monday, when mucus started coming up from my lungs. As many of you know, I have asthma. When any illness move to my lungs it is time to take action. Keith was on call Monday night, so I sent him a text at 11:20pm explaining my good news:
Having a doctor for a husband does have its benefits. Keith had a friend put in for some antibiotics for both Aiden and I, and because Keith worked all night on Monday it meant he had Tuesday off… halleluiah! He arrived home at 8:30AM with medication, breakfast, and enough sleep to handle the kids while I crashed most of the day. Thank you Lord for giving the local Fort Hood population the wisdom to not get themselves shot, stabbed, or otherwise injured last Monday.
I’m on day three of my antibiotics and the world is fresh and new! The fact that I am on here is a good sign. I believe I am on the road to a healthy Christmas.
To keep this somewhat dog related, I crawled out of my cave late Monday to see how everyone was doing and to grab a bite to eat. As I stepped into the living room, Odor La Wet Dog hit me like a wall. Three extremely soaked poodles were curled up in their crates. They were not simply damp… oh no, they were dripping wet. I look at Keith, look at my previously clean and dry dogs, then look back at Keith. He shrugs and mumbles something about rain and bad timing. Honestly, there was nothing I could do about it. If Mocha matted up, Mocha matted up. There was no way any dog was getting a bath and blow out by me that day. I could have exploded in anger about the situation or I could simply ignore it. I choose the latter.
Keith loves me, he didn’t do it on purpose, he has his strong points and weak points like ever other person on this planet. No one here is perfect, especially me. When I was about 18 years old, my step dad Bill once told me “No one is responsible for your happiness but you and realizing that is what makes you an adult”. Now I’m almost 40 with kids and a husband of 16 years, and Bill’s statement rings true more every day. My reaction to the situation could have changed a peaceful relaxed home into a war zone. Was I upset at first? Oh yes. Did I allow it to make me unhappy for more than a moment? No. Three days later, the dogs are dry and Mocha is not matted. No harm, no foul, and no bad feelings between Keith and I about a silly situation.
Thank you Bill Campbell for the lesson on life.