Happy Halloween

Hitting the neighborhood tonight with my son in his not so scary costume. This year he went for the laugh, dressing as the Travelocity Roaming Gnome.

I have been struggling this week to find sanity. I have let to many external factors, things not in my control upset me. For instance the craziness on my road as they prepare to spend stimulus dollars to widen it, the constant noise from sun up to sun down, the view out my front window once a splendor of mighty maple trees now torn up, the workers port-a-potty now my view. A crazy work schedule as flu and cold season takes hold... you get the picture.
I don't even like me right now, I can't even imagine how my family feels about my constant complaining.
I forget sometimes to stop and think about what is good in my life, which is odd, because I consider myself a "glass half full" girl.
So here I am tonight in my warm house, my comfy cloths, my little one practicing "Hot Cross Buns" on his violin, husband washing the supper dishes, I am admiring the lovingly made wall hanging from my mother hanging in front of me, thinking about rapping myself in one of her quilts later with a good book..........ah life is good!

TRICK or treat?

This is totally random but I don't really have much to say this week so here goes...I am a shameful mother, I love to play practical jokes and make things fun even if it means sometimes scarring the pants of my kid. This week I was sitting on the floor of our living room trying to finish up some last minute work on my work laptop, I always have my cell phone nearby, as I was still on call for work. While I was sitting the new pup came along and sat beside me sitting comfortably on my phone. My son walked into the room and I don't know what possessed me but I said "oh dear I think the puppy ate my phone". The thought of this is quite believable because new puppy will chew or eat anything not secured high above her reach. My son panicked, and quickly started dialing my cell phone from the home phone. Then from beneath the puppy just under her belly the phone started to ring sounding to an eight year old like it was in her Belly. My kid stood in disbelief, then ran for the phonebook yelling we need to call the vet now. At that moment I could not have planned it any better the dog stretched and belched. I quickly removed the phone and hollered to my kid never mind she coughed it back up. yes its shameful of me, yes its disgusting behavior you might expect of an adolescence, but boy was it funny. Of course I did set the record straight later so he would not be telling tall tales at school.

Is it worth it?

Oh sweet puppy! A 2 mile walk followed by play time outdoors with an energetic 8 year old boy, yet you puppy choose to pee the minute we walk back through the door, why? Oh sweet puppy its bad enough to pair up socks, but with you stealing them away its next to impossible. Oh sweet puppy I'm late for work and can't find my shoes, the four legged bandit strikes again. Oh sweet puppy with you muddy paws.......... Oh sweet puppy with you little wagging behind, big brown eyes, and excitement when an 8 year old boy gets home from school, falling asleep together after hours of play, Is it worth it? Absolutely!

wordless Wednesday

Gonna jump on the Wordless Wednesday bandwagon.......

Charlottes Story- the beginning anyway

Nearly 11 years ago my husband and I got our first dog, Miss Oreo. She without a doubt is the sweetest, kindest and gentlest dog you will ever meet. My son came along and she earned the nickname "little momma" because she would watch over him as he played, quick to bark if he started to wander, or come wake me when he woke. She tolerated his terrible twos, allowing him to use her as his personal horse or step stool. She was/is just all around love. In the last year she has slowed down, content just to sleep as she ages and her bones have started to suffer from arthritis. Still eager to participate her stamina is limited. This is where are decision to add another dog to our family comes in...
For two years now my son has begged for a puppy. He is dog obsessed. Every week he brings home a different library book about a different dog breed. Initially against the idea after a while it came to light what this dog really meant for my son. He is an only child, and we live in an area where there are no other kids his age. With Oreo aging he has lost his playmate. So the decision was made. We planned on getting him a puppy for his birthday in November. Not really wanting to pay for a dog from a breeder, I began stalking web sites of animal shelters within a 100mile radius but puppies in this area are rare and the odds that we would get one specifically for his birthday were little. Until an article in the paper about our local shelter getting puppies from over crowded shelters in the Midwest where they have a high kill rate. I called my husband at work and we agreed I should go pay a visit. The shelter was crowded with people wanting to get a glimpse of the little cuties, I couldn't get close enough to see. I called my husband and told him how crazy it was, we both felt we should fill out an application for a puppy and see where it got us. I filled out an application, the assistant read me descriptions of the dog as I could not see them. On mere speculation I picked a dog named Amy. The assistant told me to wait she would have the manager review my application and check references with my current vet. Within ten minutes she came back and told me the dog was mine I could pick her up Friday. I asked if I could meet her, so they led me to a private room and brought her in. I'm not gonna lie and this will sound sappy but I could not stop crying- she was perfect, she was going to be the perfect addition and the perfect best friend for my son.
So this Friday I brought he home, hid her in my room. Picked my son up after school, he immediately came home and took Miss Oreo out as he has always done. I hollered out to him what about the other one, "what?" he said and that's when I let her out. She immediately ran to him. He looked shocked, and was at a loss for words. Eventually as he took it all in he asked me "is this for real"! The two were smitten "is she mine?, can I name her, cause she looks like her name should be Charlotte" -So Charlotte she became. I was crazily snapping pictures of the meeting and he went over to Miss Oreo (the older dog) hugged her and said "I have enough love for you both"...... And so our new adventure with Charlotte begins