"Mommy," she says so matter of factly, "when you go away, Daddy and I can get a cat."
"When I go away?! Where am I going?"
"Well, Mommy, I don't know. But when you go, me and Daddy, we're going to get a cat."
It's the love month. And I'm not really feeling the love!
No, I didn't put those silly antlers on my car.
No, I didn't indulge in matching family pajamas.
I certainly wasn't caught wearing white shoes.
I did, however, take my dog to see Santa.
You can now classify me as a crazy dog person.
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I did, however, take my dog to see Santa.
You can now classify me as a crazy dog person.
Here's another post about animals. I'm not one of those crazy animal people, really, I'm not. But I do love my dogs and they provide a lot of entertainment in our house.
Chris packed up his winter clothes and left them in a bag next to his side of the bed, which is about 3 feet away from his closet. I never asked why he did it but I refused to move it. So it just sat there. All summer. It's been a giant purple eyesore, but I just refused to move it. My husband, who is obviously not a clean freak, throws clothes on top of the bag. Clothes that are dirty. Clothes that are clean. Clothes that he only wore for a few hours and plans to wear again (but he never does!) Recently, he started taking the winter clothes out of the bag, but the bag is still there. Winter clothes are spilling out of it. He kicks off his shoes there too, so now the shoes are beginning to multiply. His semi-clean already worn clothes are starting to pile up. It's a mess.
Saturday night our 115-lb Bullmastiff decided that he wanted to forgo his warm dog bed... because the duffle bag was calling his name! He tried and tried but he just could not fit inside of that bag and he settled for laying on top of it, snuggling with Chris's warm clothes. Last night he did the same thing and he was sound asleep this morning when I was getting ready for work. I couldn't help but take pictures.
Oh, and the reason why Chris bagged up his clothes? (I finally asked after 6 months.) He needed more hangers.
Chris packed up his winter clothes and left them in a bag next to his side of the bed, which is about 3 feet away from his closet. I never asked why he did it but I refused to move it. So it just sat there. All summer. It's been a giant purple eyesore, but I just refused to move it. My husband, who is obviously not a clean freak, throws clothes on top of the bag. Clothes that are dirty. Clothes that are clean. Clothes that he only wore for a few hours and plans to wear again (but he never does!) Recently, he started taking the winter clothes out of the bag, but the bag is still there. Winter clothes are spilling out of it. He kicks off his shoes there too, so now the shoes are beginning to multiply. His semi-clean already worn clothes are starting to pile up. It's a mess.
Saturday night our 115-lb Bullmastiff decided that he wanted to forgo his warm dog bed... because the duffle bag was calling his name! He tried and tried but he just could not fit inside of that bag and he settled for laying on top of it, snuggling with Chris's warm clothes. Last night he did the same thing and he was sound asleep this morning when I was getting ready for work. I couldn't help but take pictures.
Oh, and the reason why Chris bagged up his clothes? (I finally asked after 6 months.) He needed more hangers.
Two weeks ago, Chris rescued a dog. He was outside working in the garage when a little black, bow-legged, raggedy old dog walked up to him. The dog had a collar on but no tags. He seemed tired so Chris gave him some water and then walked him around for a little bit asking the neighbors if they knew who the dog belonged to, but no one knew. So, Chris did what any animal-loving person would do, he decided that we would keep him overnight and take him to Pets, Inc. in the morning if we hadn't heard anything. He named him Buster, took the dog inside and introduced him to our giants, and gave him a bath. Our dogs were fine with Buster, though Buster wasn't crazy about them at all. Chris took Buster with him to pick up Cameryn from school just in case there was a scuffle with Buster and the giants while he was gone. Cameryn adored that little black dog and it was love at first sight. She liked that he could sit in her lap.
I was at work while all of this was going on. I printed off some FOUND DOG posters and Chris hung them up around the neighborhood when I got home but we didn't receive any calls. Poor little guy wouldn't eat anything but a dog biscuit and would follow Chris where ever he went, I felt terrible because I knew that this was someones dog and they were probably worried sick about him. Buster and Chris slept on the couch that night. Chris tried to get into the bed, but Buster jumped up and down and whined because he couldn't get up. I didn't want the dog on the bed (because then the other two would think that they could get on the bed!), so Chris and Buster shared a blanket on the couch.
Cameryn woke up at 5:30am and was thrilled that Buster was still there. Chris's phone rang at 6:50am, it was Buster's owner and he was so relieved that we had his little black bow-legged dog, whose name was actually Henry! We told Cameryn that Buster's Daddy was coming to get him. She was so sad. Chris took Buster outside and Cameryn cried and cried until I walked her out so that she could say goodbye. Buster's owner was so thankful that we had given him a good home for the night. He lives just a few houses away from us, but we had never seen him because they have a fenced in back yard - the grandkids left the gate open and Buster got out. He is quite the little escape artist!
Cameryn still asks about Buster every now and then. Last night, someone knocked on our door, when I opened it, there was Buster's dad with a gift! I told him that he didn't have to bring us anything but he said that Buster would have had a fit if he didn't say thank you. Cameryn opened the gift -a holiday pillow and blanket. I asked her if she would like it on her bed and she said "No, it's Busters!" She carried it out to the living room and put the pillow on her chair and the blanket behind it. I know that she is waiting for him to come back one day! And he just might, but at least we can take him home. The gift, and seeing Cameryn's reaction, warmed my heart last night. We have so much to be thankful for during this Holiday Season.
I was at work while all of this was going on. I printed off some FOUND DOG posters and Chris hung them up around the neighborhood when I got home but we didn't receive any calls. Poor little guy wouldn't eat anything but a dog biscuit and would follow Chris where ever he went, I felt terrible because I knew that this was someones dog and they were probably worried sick about him. Buster and Chris slept on the couch that night. Chris tried to get into the bed, but Buster jumped up and down and whined because he couldn't get up. I didn't want the dog on the bed (because then the other two would think that they could get on the bed!), so Chris and Buster shared a blanket on the couch.
Cameryn woke up at 5:30am and was thrilled that Buster was still there. Chris's phone rang at 6:50am, it was Buster's owner and he was so relieved that we had his little black bow-legged dog, whose name was actually Henry! We told Cameryn that Buster's Daddy was coming to get him. She was so sad. Chris took Buster outside and Cameryn cried and cried until I walked her out so that she could say goodbye. Buster's owner was so thankful that we had given him a good home for the night. He lives just a few houses away from us, but we had never seen him because they have a fenced in back yard - the grandkids left the gate open and Buster got out. He is quite the little escape artist!
Cameryn still asks about Buster every now and then. Last night, someone knocked on our door, when I opened it, there was Buster's dad with a gift! I told him that he didn't have to bring us anything but he said that Buster would have had a fit if he didn't say thank you. Cameryn opened the gift -a holiday pillow and blanket. I asked her if she would like it on her bed and she said "No, it's Busters!" She carried it out to the living room and put the pillow on her chair and the blanket behind it. I know that she is waiting for him to come back one day! And he just might, but at least we can take him home. The gift, and seeing Cameryn's reaction, warmed my heart last night. We have so much to be thankful for during this Holiday Season.
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| To: Our Friends From: "Buster" For Taking Care of Me |
First, I apologize for the poor picture quality of all pictures in this post as they were taken with my phone. A new camera is definitely on my Christmas wish list this year!
Our weekend consisted of a bunch of nothing. Cameryn woke up early Saturday morning and we attempted to all climb back into our bed, but Cameryn didn't want to do anything but wiggle around and watch cartoons. Chris went to work Saturday afternoon, so Cameryn and I spent most of the day doing this:
Cameryn really wanted to spend the day in her moneky pj's but I finally convinced her to put on her (super cute!) USC dress so we could venture outdoors (with Shrek of course):
Speaking of the Gamecocks, we FINALLY won on the road! Woohoo! We haven't won a road game since 2008 so winning at Vanderbilt was a great momentum booster for our guys. We must win the next three games ( vs. TN, vs Arkansas, @ Florida) in order for us to play for the SEC title in Atlanta (which we have never done before!) Unless GA wins this weekend @ Florida. That would allow us to lose 2 of our 3 remaining SEC games and still win the East since we beat GA back in September. I'm keeping my fingers crossed because our game on Saturday wasn't pretty. But I'll take it over a loss any day.
Sunday I woke up and found bite marks on Cameryn's crib. My child was apparently trying to knaw her way out. I really wanted to skip the toddler bed but felt like it was a better option than having a chewed up crib, so Chris and I tackled the toddler bed conversion early Sunday morning. Cameryn wasn't thrilled. She doesn't adapt to change well and we normally try to prepare her for a big change, but we just went for it and paid the price later. She only napped for an hour and it took us an hour and a half to get her to sleep Sunday night. I'm sure that she will get used to it by the end of the week.
Cameryn decided that she wanted to wear part of her Halloween costume while watching Diego on Sunday. Because Diego had a lion and therefore Cameryn wanted to be a lion.
Our weekend consisted of a bunch of nothing. Cameryn woke up early Saturday morning and we attempted to all climb back into our bed, but Cameryn didn't want to do anything but wiggle around and watch cartoons. Chris went to work Saturday afternoon, so Cameryn and I spent most of the day doing this:
Cameryn really wanted to spend the day in her moneky pj's but I finally convinced her to put on her (super cute!) USC dress so we could venture outdoors (with Shrek of course):
Speaking of the Gamecocks, we FINALLY won on the road! Woohoo! We haven't won a road game since 2008 so winning at Vanderbilt was a great momentum booster for our guys. We must win the next three games ( vs. TN, vs Arkansas, @ Florida) in order for us to play for the SEC title in Atlanta (which we have never done before!) Unless GA wins this weekend @ Florida. That would allow us to lose 2 of our 3 remaining SEC games and still win the East since we beat GA back in September. I'm keeping my fingers crossed because our game on Saturday wasn't pretty. But I'll take it over a loss any day.
Sunday I woke up and found bite marks on Cameryn's crib. My child was apparently trying to knaw her way out. I really wanted to skip the toddler bed but felt like it was a better option than having a chewed up crib, so Chris and I tackled the toddler bed conversion early Sunday morning. Cameryn wasn't thrilled. She doesn't adapt to change well and we normally try to prepare her for a big change, but we just went for it and paid the price later. She only napped for an hour and it took us an hour and a half to get her to sleep Sunday night. I'm sure that she will get used to it by the end of the week.
Cameryn decided that she wanted to wear part of her Halloween costume while watching Diego on Sunday. Because Diego had a lion and therefore Cameryn wanted to be a lion.
Cameryn loves flowers. She calls the buds "baby flowers." Chris was trimming the rose bush (it's seriously the largest rose bush ever) and he gave Cameryn a rose that was past its prime. She held onto it all afternoon and into the evening.
We went to Pets, Inc. Sunday afternoon. Pets, Inc. is a wonderful facility that rescues all kinds of animals from euthanization at other shelters or just the ones that are lost on the road. They had two Bassett Hounds that they named Hitch and Hike who were wandering along the road. They were taken to another shelter and were about to be euthanized when Pets, Inc. rescued them. I fell in love with them and cried when we left because I just wanted to take them home! They were just so sweet! We will definitely go back and adopt a dog from them when we are ready for another pet. I'm not a cat person, but this cat was super sweet and I actually liked her! Chris and Cameryn would really like a cat, but I'm allergic and after a few minutes with this sweet faced feline, I had to leave because my eyes were watering and my head was starting to hurt.
I really enjoyed our lazy weekend but I am also looking forward to Halloween on Sunday! I know that Cameryn is going to love it! She is already carrying around her pumpkin treat bag saying, "Candy! Treat! Treat!" I hope our neighbors stocked up on smarties!
