It’s official. I might be just a little bit crazy. Back in October I found myself watching a total of six dogs at once. It wasn’t until after the fact did I realize just HOW crazy I might have been. But somehow -I have found myself in the same position once again, only this time -the dogs are all big dogs.
It seems a little less chaotic this time, however. Perhaps because they all live in the same general area, or perhaps because mom is back in town and can lend a hand. Either way -we are back to having six dogs.
Kilo is a purebred lab. She is one of the best dogs I have ever watched, and am terrified I will break her! She listens SO well! Her puppy dog eyes are because she is trying to tell me she doesn’t like plain dog food and needs more treats.
Mr. Winston is an good old boy. We used to watch him -many, many years ago. Probably 10 years ago. He is old, but still good. He got himself stuck in the bushes this afternoon, took me about ten minutes to coax him out!
This is Bob. Bob has been here before. He is surrounded by female dogs -and enjoying every minute of it. Don’t let his sad look fool you! Every time I see him, I see Scrat:
He is a good boy too. He is easy going and gets along with every dog.
Miss Harper has been featured here before. She is still hanging with us. These sad eyes are brought to you by the word “sit.” She loves to run, jump, play and do anything BUT sit. Don’t worry -she was back to smiles and kisses after the picture.
Belle is a husky. She has one brown, one blue eye. She is a beauty. A nut. A wild girl who loves to play in the snow…I guess being a husky it runs in her blood. She was more than happy to smile for the camera -perhaps because I was holding a treat?
and back by popular demand, Yoshi!:
The ringleader of it all. Her look says it all. I have been super happy -she has done VERY well with all these dogs in her house. The only casualty has actually been to her -I let Yoshi into Harper’s area and Yoshi came in with a bit too much gusto. Harper bit her ear. But she is healing nicely. She is going to be one lonely nut when all these pups leave!
When I was growing up, people had all the questions for me. Questions that, I suppose -gave them a gauge as to where I was in life. How grown up I was, how much growing up I had left to do. Questions that grew with me: What grade are you in? When do you graduate? Where are you going to college? Are you married? When are you getting married? Do you have kids? And the all to famous “Is that your husband?”
These questions used to annoy me -I couldn’t understand why people would ask such silly things. Why not ask me what I was interested in? What my hobbies were? What I liked to do in my spare time? It isn’t that I could answer these questions any better -just that they seemed more universal.
I then started to gauge myself by these questions…I never had an official graduation -I was home schooled, I finished school -there was no grand hooray -it simply was over. Time to move on. What’s next. I didn’t have a college lined up -I didn’t see the need to go as I didn’t know what I wanted to do and spending money on school to do something I didn’t even want to do seemed silly. I’m not married. I don’t know when I am getting married or if I am getting married!
Over the years I started to hate hanging out with people, their questions that I couldn’t answer would turn even the best social events into horrible times that I couldn’t enjoy. I began to make excuses. Hold myself back. Play the old “If only” games. I started to think that when I “get older” I would have all the answers to all the questions and suddenly I might just ‘fit in’ with ‘them’.
But the older I get, the more these questions make sense. They simply are questions. People asking something to try and get to know me. The only thing holding me back was myself. And so I have started to try and change my mindset. My answers. My perspective.
The other day a customer / friend was at the shop talking about how God is in control -of everything. While I know this, and knew this and believe this -it still was nice to hear her talk and be reminded that yes -He is. That as long as I am doing what I am supposed to be doing, and seeking His will -then whatever happens will be ok. I might not understand it -but He does, and that is all that matters.
My days don’t always go as I have planned them -and this often, ok usually always -upsets me. I am so focused on MY plans that I fail to realize (or remember) that my plans are not His plans and when things go off course -they are actually directly ON COURSE. If I could stop and remember this.
It is the word I have had in my mind to try and spur me on this year. It may or may not stick -I never know. But it seems to be a fitting word.
I sometimes look at other people and think that their lives are so much easier because they have A, B and C -and I seemed to have skipped ½ the alphabet and only have X Y and Z. That because I am ‘missing’ these key points in my life -that somehow I am doing it all wrong and in order to BE someone, I must accomplish the same things as everyone else. I must climb the ranks, I must do the things. I must have the answers to the questions and if my answers are different than everyone else’s then I am somehow less.
That because I haven’t gone to college and still have no earthly idea what I want to be when I grow up -that I am somehow held back. When really -I am not. I am here for a reason. I am here for a purpose. What that reason is and what that purpose is sometimes confuses me beyond belief. I sometimes cannot fathom why I should be here, doing this. But I am here…and I am doing this…and God knows…and as long as I seek Him -it will be ok.
I will be ok.
I want to live more intentionally. To be more present. To achieve great things, yes, but to remember that I am here -for a reason…and that is ok. I might not know the reason, I might not see the reason -but that is ok. If I can remember to seek God in all areas of my life, and follow His plans -I know things will be so much better.
Now…if only I could remember that.
A few weeks ago, we were in Arizona.
Mom and I had one day together, a car, and nowhere to be…so we punched “The Grand Canyon” into the GPS and took off for a mini road trip.
After driving for about three hours we passed a sign that said something about the Grand Canyon, but the GPS said we were still a bit away. We kept driving.
We came across this gem, and assumed we were close.
But then the main road turned into a dirt road and we started going down…not up. Finally, the GPS announced that “You have reached your destination! You are now at the Grand Canyon.”
Except that it wasn’t the Grand Canyon. In fact we were pretty much the opposite of the Grand Canyon. We were at the base of some ugly looking rock hills, with a dirt trail snaking around them. “Isn’t it BEAUTIFUL!” mom gasped. I was less than impressed. I chucked the GPS in the back seat and took off back up the dirt road.
“Are you sure we are going the right way?” Mom asked.
“You are heading the wrong direction.” The GPS piped up from the back seat as if answering mom.
“I think that was the Grand Canyon.” Mom said again
“Turn around, you are leaving your destination.” GPS continued.
It took some maneuvering but finally, after a few wrong turns -we found ourselves at the Grand Canyon. The real, Grand Canyon. The Grand Canyon West.
It was much prettier there.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t brought my good camera -all pictures are camera phone pictures which I suppose is better than nothing.
When mom tries to use the phone to take a picture it goes something like this.
Me: Mom? You taking the picture?
Me: MOM TAKE THE….
I don’t have anything against any breed of dog, or at least, I didn’t until about two years ago. The pit bull breed has always gotten a bad rap -and I have always done my best to stay away from choosing sides. But two years ago I dog sat two pit bulls and vowed never to do it again. It was the worst two weeks of my life. The money I made was not worth it. I am all about following through with my jobs, but this was one job I actually threatened to leave. I’m not entirely sure what was wrong with them -I just knew I would never watch a pit bull again.
Fast forward a few years. A few weeks ago I got a phone call from someone asking if I would watch their dog. I said yes then asked the breed. A bull dog, she told me. A sweet bull dog.
It wasn’t until she showed up to drop her off did I realize this was no bull dog. This was a pit bull. I couldn’t exactly back out, so I bit my tongue and braced myself for a hard month and ½. It hasn’t been as difficult as the last time -but it still has been a challenge and one that has made me agree more than ever that I will never watch a pit bull again. Nothing against them -just that they are not smart. They have no brains. I don’t mean it to sound mean -it’s just how they are. They destroy everything in their path and don’t think about anything else.
I figured however, that since I am going to be watching this bull dog, er, pit bull -for over a month that I would buckle down and try to do some training. While it hasn’t gone well -it has gone ok. Which is more than I could have hoped for. I make her sit before getting her leash on or off. I make her wait before going in the door and I make her wait before eating her food. We are still working on “Be quiet.” I’m not sure that will ever happen. It might not sound like a lot -but believe me. It is a lot.
She is a sweet girl.
As a bonus -Yoshi, who doesn’t get along with ANYONE has taken a liking to her. They enjoy playing in the snow and chasing each other around.
Introducing, Harper, the ‘bull dog.’
It was all fun and games until Harper stole Yoshi’s snowball.