So, I never mentioned this, but….

We got a new dog! I can’t believe I forgot to talk about it here! *slap my forehead* We thought long and hard about what kind of dog to get. Originally, I really wanted a Belgian Tervuren. They are basically long-haired shepherds. They are the lapdogs of shepherds. I searched around for one nearby, but there wasn’t any to be found. They are around I’m sure, but none advertised and I didn’t want to pay for shipping. I loved the idea of owning this breed, but I wasn’t going to go out of my way nor pay up the wazoo for one.

So…on to our next choice. A rough-coated collie. They are very family friendly, tall and long-haried. Perfect for me! I did like the idea of having a large dog. I was used to having a dog close to Sparky and Skye’s size, but to have a dog as tall as a collie would be awesome. This breed was among the very few that Jason was comfortable with. He’s normally not into very large sized dogs. So, I searched. I got an idea from a fellow rough collie owner in my neighborhood to look about an hour away. I found one! She didn’t breed show quality most of the time, but she had puppies that were just born on Jan 6, 2015 and available to be claimed. I looked on her site and found the only female she had listed. I wanted a female due to size and temperament. I also feel weird about the males’ drippy penises and accidentally peeing on walls and dangerous object around the house. Females at least pee squatting so a messy floor is not as bad to clean up. Anyhoo, there were other females in the liter, but they were not available to be sold at the time. I claimed the female available. She did not have a full collar, but that didn’t matter to me really. I was just looking for the right dog for our family. We all thought about what to name her. It came down to 3 choices, Tessa, Cody/Kody, or Sandy. Jason really didn’t like Tessa, I really didn’t like Sandy. We all liked Cody/Kody, but as you may be able to see, we could not agree on the spelling. So, back to the name list. The next name to consider was a hit. Mazzy. We all preferred using a Y instead of the IE ending, so that at least was not up for debate. Mazzy it is! (I wanted to upload a picture, but it’s not working and I’m too lazy to try to fix it. Maybe I’ll add it later.) Read more

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He finally asked the dreaded question

So today in the car, Cameron started mentioning our dogs are above the clouds in heaven. OK, he’s said this before, and I know they still really miss the dogs. Then it goes on….

 

Cameron: The planes can’t go above the clouds because heaven is there.

Jason: Heaven is higher than that. Airplanes can’t reach heaven by flying above the clouds

Cameron: Sparky and Skye are way up in heaven where airplanes don’t fly.

Me: Yep, so no worries. Sparky and Skye will not need to worry about planes. They are too far up.

Kiefer: Daddy, how do you get to heaven?

Jason (suddenly looking a little pale) looks at me and says: Oh no, there’s the question. I don’t know how to answer this.

Me (just as Kiefer started to ask the question again): Sparky and Skye were very old dogs. Bodies don’t last forever. Their bodies stopped working and their souls/spirits went on to heaven which is way way above the clouds. Eventually our bodies are going to get too old and our souls/spirits will go to heaven too.

Kiefer: So we’ll be able to see Sparky and Skye when we go to heaven?

Me: Yes, when it’s our time to go, but that won’t be for a very long time. When we get old and our bodies stop working, then it’ll be time. We can see them then.

Cameron: I can see Sparky! I can see Skye! But, only when it’s time. Read more

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WOW Have they grown!

Christmas 2010

Christmas 2010

I cannot believe it! It’s been too long since I’ve posted here! 18 months was the last one? Holy heck, where have I been? Oh yeah, in toddlerville.

It’s been too long. Sorry about that! They are now 2-1/2 years old and in preschool, can you believe that? They are loving it!! So am I! Time off is like heaven to me. Don’t get me wrong, they are the coolest couple of kids you’d ever meet, but time off is precious around here. They are all over the place. Talking up a storm and learning so much. They can count…mostly. Cameron is very good at it and enjoys counting. He knows the entire alphabet. He’s starting to recognize letters and he recognizes most numbers that he sees. He sings songs that he’s heard maybe once or twice in his lifetime. He seems to read books occasionally, but I am a bit in disbelief on that one. It just seems like it cause he’ll pick up a book he hadn’t seem in months and tell me the title. I can understand about 90% of what he says. He’s putting so many words together in coherent sentences, I’m totally flabbergasted every time he speaks up. Kiefer is getting much better. I understand about 65% of what he says. Maybe a little more on good days. He sings…or at least tries to sing. He has a hard time sticking with the tune, but you can tell what he’s trying to sing at least. He’s gotten very clingy to me, which I’m not at all upset about. Cameron wants nothing to do with me most of the time. At night, both boys want their daddy to put them to bed. I’m still waiting for them to ask for me. It’s an extreme rarity. I think both have asked once in their lifetime for me to put them to bed. It breaks my heart, but I know I’ll get my time some day. Read more

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My Furbaby!

Sparky is not doing too well these days. I feel awful for what she’s had to endure. Not that she’s being tortured, but getting old and having to go through so many changes is such a hard thing to do. She’s a real trooper though.

She recently has been to the vet who found that she has arthritis in both her back hips, she’s losing her hearing (quickly it seems), and she’s starting to lose her eyesight. She’s also got asthmatic bronchitis, OCD (osteochondritis) in her shoulder, and more arthritis in her elbow. Meanwhile, she’s got babies to share her attention with. We are moving…yet again. Her world around her is just so uncertain these days. She seems to put up with everything so well, but yet, she’s getting old and things are going to get harder and harder for her to deal with. I’m just hoping the new house has a yard she can get some energy out in. She doesnt’ have much time left in her before she won’t be able to take advantage of the freedom of a fenced in back yard. We don’t have one in this house adn she really needs one. She may not be able to run like she wants to, but she’ll have the freedom to do whatever she’s capable of then. Skye can also get some bottled up energy out. She needs to so badly! She’s young enough where she’s got a few years left of that energy to burn off. Read more

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What DIED in there?!

I was petting Sparky and giving her some nighttime cuddles as usual. I had noticed something very stinky, but I assumed it was gas. I heard her stomach make some REALLY LOUD gurgly noises so I figured I just heard the gas pass through. Well, I didn’t hear anything from that end and it didn’t smell once I raised my head off her side (I didn’t rest my head fully on her or anything, just more of a head hug actually). She raised her head to kiss me and that’s when I smelled it. OMG!!! It was awful! I have never smelled such halitosis in all my life!!

What is it with dog breath that grosses people out? I mean I’ve smelled some nasty people breath in my life, but this smell I whiffed from my dog will haunt me for the rest of my life! <<VOMIT>>

Skye used to be the stinky dog. Her breath smells like a field of lilacs compared to Sparky’s breath now. I just hope it’s nothing to be worried about. Sparky hasn’t been feeling well lately, but it seemed she was getting better. It could be another issue all together, or just a bad day of doggie breath. I gave her some doggie breath mints that’ll hopefully take care of the situation at least for a little while.

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Coming Home…

One of the best things about owning dogs is coming home after work or school. What better way to be greeted then with two dogs who want nothing more than your love and affection….well the food part certainly does help.

I’ve had some tough times at my school. Nothing really bad, but the teacher we have on Tuesdays and Thursdays has at times dropped a surprise speech on our laps. Speeched scare me! I just make the speech because I have to now-a-days, but they used to scare the crap out of me. I am doing better though. That doesn’t mean I don’t dread the day it happens.

After that class, it’s usually somewhere between 9:30pm and 10:30pm. I call Jason on my way home and on occasion another friend just so I have a driving buddy. I get tired around that time and it helps to talk to someone. I enter my drive way, open my garage door, and park the car in the garage. I unlock my door and enter and immediately, there are two very happy faces fighting to get to me before I even step into the door. It’s the best feeling in the world to know you are loved that much! Read more

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