Finally, after the mildest December in history, western Washington got some snow. I could tell it was coming becasue the sky was so thick and pink. Something about the quietness makes life seem just perfect.
My blog has been neglected. i agree. I have just been so, so swamped. Between finishing the yearbook....87 full color pages of beautifulness!, finishing all of our immunizations to travel, working to pay for said trip. Organizing said trip. Dealing with 3 baseball teams which means baseball every night of the week. Miserable weather which makes sitting outside until 8:30 almost unbearable.
But gosh, i tell you...seeing my friend Maru is turning 3 Just about makes me giddy. the boys and I have found such humor in him. He is right up our comedic alley. If that is even a word, "comedic". I love me some Maru...here enjoy some for yourself. you'll find plenty more where that came from. it is so, so worth it. He will make your day!
If you know me you'd know I've had a Bassett Hound all my life!! Why? Not so sure. my grndma and grandad had them and I guess I just fell for 'em. There really is nothing better than a squishy bassett. ANd have you seen them run? Check out this link:
You know I'm a animal lover. I could never deny it. As i type this, Willow is keeping me company by sitting on my papers on the desk or selectively placing her lemur tail on my keypad.
Blossom is snoring to my right, Shasta is laying under my feet and the bird is ringing her bell and wolf whistling over and over again because she thinks I'm so pretty.
My whole family shares their homes with animals.
My sissy has 2 dogs, a great dane names Rosey and a pug names Percy.
2 cats, daisy & Elvis
and I believe 2 horses. (I hesitate a bit because this number can change rather suddenly :). Rosey's life is coming to an end next week.
She is getting old and irritable with kids that come to the house. Especially the teenage boys ( i don't blame her) and a bit unpredictable. This is the most rotten part of owning a animal. Shell was with me as I put my beloved Hannah down and I was with her when she put her beloved, Bella down. It breaks our hearts to pieces, but it is part of the story you write when you share yourself with an animal.
My mom has always shown me that when you have the right dog, she will be your best, most reliable friend. She has been single since I was 3 and has ALWAYS had a dog by her side. This amazing, independent woman camps and travels with her dog, all the time. She is never fearful when she is walking in very remote places and sleeps contently in the middle of nowhere with her dog by her side.
My dad is a softy for animals as well. Nothing brings out his tenderness like his Woogies, (dachshunds) He loves them...with a large capital L. It's disturbingly freakish at times the way they talk to these dogs. But who am I to judge. My girls are as much a part of my soul as my boys.
If you've never experienced a dog look right into your eyes and know exactly what she is telling you, then you are missing some of the most valuable secrets to life.
Each of my dogs I have owned have loved me unconditionally until the end. One helped me through my first labor and later died in my arms unexpectedly just days before my 2nd son, Nolen was born. As i welcomed one sweet soul I mourned another.
One dog I owned as a girl sat with me in my bed time and time again and let me drop tear after tear into her soft coat. SHe knew I needed someone on my side when my life was being shattered by abuse. Every night she tried to put my broken heart back together. And finally, when I had enough strength to leave, she boldly came with me.
I have never lived without a animal. Never. My sorority had a House Mother that had the most amazing cat with an even bigger attitude. but if you were lucky enough to be allowed to pet her, she welcomed you back with a twitch of her tail. I have loads of photos of dogs that i met along the way: "lola"- at a football game
This sweet baby great Dane while camping last year.
this goreous Fella at the ocean.
and this his handsome guy in Kauai.
I write this because I watched a you tube video about a dog named Baxter
When I am old, I want my boys snuggled in bed with me.
Alex spooning me, and as many "Baxter's" as my frame will hold. Could that not be the most beautiful transition into heaven you can imagine!!
Yesterday I rearrangeded our bedroom furniture. It was a surprise for Alex. Let's just say we had a "disagreement" the night before and I was compromising on some things.
After I was done moving my furniture around, we noticed we hadn't seen Willow since early morning. We started calling for her at about 2:00. At 4:30 Ayden was in full on search and rescue mode. He had on ALex's big boots and was using the Machete to cut away at the blackberry bushes in the green belt behind us. We had to convince him that she was just roaming about still and he should still go to practice. Staying home wouldn't make much a a difference. So we took the boys to practice. Alex came home and continued to look for her with no luck. After I got home I started dinner and began the search again. My dinner preparations were interrupted by the feline search. FINALLY, at about 8:30, we saw her jumping from a tree in the neighbors yard. Needless to say we were all ecstatic! Alex and Ketner were in the neighborhood behind our house and they saw her a the same time. Our poor neighbors who had been hearing us yell "Willow" at the tops of our lungs and tapping a cat food can, now had to listen to screams of joy!!!
I have been successful and luring the boys to help with my nesting. Today they have dusted every inch of the house and have gone through a giant stack of blue Olympia Bear sweatshirts. Nolen has even helped make a cobbler from the apples we picked from the neighbors tree!!
We adopted her from the animal shelter. She is amazingingly cute and cuddly. We will be able to bring her home with us for good on Wednesday. We cannot wait! Stay posted for more Willow updates.