Why? I Don’t Understand…

Why do the dogs get the coffee table confused with the floor?

The other day, the Dachshund was sitting on the coffee table. He hopped down, took a lap around the house and next thing I knew he was lounging on the coffee table??

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Things that belong on the coffee table:

Remote controls, books, magazines, the newspaper, snacks and drinks,  laptops…our feet.

Things that DO NOT belong on the coffee table:


And certainly not large, furry, 85+ pound Golden Retriever dogs…

rocky coffee tableRocky Dog is 9 1/2 years old. I thought he might be senile when he slowly, climbed  up there. (Daughter, Aunt Kate and I laughed so hard we couldn’t breathe…)  Nobody scolded him because he was so happy and proud–his tail wagged like crazy.

Of course, that might be the problem. Nobody scolded him. We were too busy laughing.

Our coffee table is old. It was in my house 35 years ago when I was a kid and I stripped the top and repainted the bottom years ago.

I was thinking of getting a new, pretty one.

But really, WHY?

If I did that, I might not be laughing. And I’d far rather be laughing…

What’s been keeping me busy…

Summer ~ Part One

1. The Color Run

Quite an experience. Running (and walking) with 10,000 people, some dressed in tutu’s, funky socks, tiaras, silly short shorts and all manner of odd costumes. Scrubbing a rainbow of color off in the shower. I’ve used Q-tips before. Just never to get paint out of my ears…and my nose. The upside? After the race, everybody’s teeth looked really white!! And I got to hang (and get paint thrown at me) with some of my favorite people… color group

2. Dogs (4 dogs to be exact)

I’ve got two dogs. The Red Dog (85 lb. golden retriever) and The Black Dog (55 lb. rescue mutt). They’re large to medium in size. We’ll soon add two more dogs. We’ll be keeping them for a family moving out of the country for a couple of years.

One is a small terrier, who is more like a tiny cat. The other is a dappled, long-haired Dachshund — or Weiner Dog.

Yes.  2 + 2 = 4. (Despite what many are thinking, I CAN count!)

We’ve been socializing The Menagerie for two weeks. And it really could be another blog…

Me outside at midnight with the little doggies, urging them to go potty, as the big dogs whined inside the house, from the back hallway. The Black Dog jumping on the door, causing it to slam shut, locking me out. Me scrambling up the side of the house in my pajamas (with neither grace or style) to crawl through a window, laughing as I landed with a thud on the floor…

The Dachshund standing on the dining table with his head in my purse. I had completely forgotten the half of a club sandwich in there from lunch, until his head popped up from inside my purse, with a dollop of mayonnaise on his little black nose. (He isn’t even as tall as my purse, but twice as long…)

Daughter and my intense two-hour game of scrabble down to the wire. She had two letters left. I had four. Ten points separated us. Until ‘Twinkle Toes’ (the little cat/dog) hopped down off the couch and danced around on the board. Game over. Nick & dogsAbove: Twinkle Toes in the recliner with Son, The Red Dog and The Weiner Dog on the floor and The Black Dog behind the recliner…dog

Twinkle Toes (the cat/dog) is the size of The Black Dog’s head. In fact, her head is smaller than my fist.

3. The Crib Project

Aunt Kate’s precious baby girl grandchild joined our family this week. I refinished a dark wood crib. Took me a week of evenings, made a big mess, had me scrubbing paint off at all hours and falling into bed, but worth the effort. It’s a distressed, antique creamy white now. The room may soon be painted a soft green. Aunt Kate is all set for baby’s first visit. A gorgeous baby (and she is that) needs a special crib.furn 001furn 002crib

4. Moving House

The kids and I (and the dogs…) are in the process of moving out of The Little White Ranch House and into another house in the same city and school district. It hasn’t been easy, because we all loved the ranch house–but its time to move.

We’ll be settled into our new digs before the next school year begins in late August. The new house? I’m calling it The School House (or School House #2) because it was the second school-house in our community back in the 1800s. It even has a brass plaque with historical information, a large cast iron black bell and a flagpole. I love its vibe, its history. That it feels like a park out in the yard…


Summer ~ Part Two

The past several weeks have brought a new baby into our family, a trip to the state championship in track for Son, high school graduation parties for Daughter and her classmates, shopping and gearing up to take Daughter to college, adapting to my new job at our local newspaper, fielding freelance assignments, packing and moving a household, Son getting his driver’s license and MORE dogs. (In my world, there are always dogs…)

No doubt, life is changing. Again. In BIG ways.

Which is terrifying, exciting, chaotic, exhausting, unsettling, energizing, chaotic, challenging, fun, sad, happy and…chaotic.

“All great changes are preceded by chaos” 

~ Deepak Chopra

I’m counting on Mr. Chopra to be right.

After a rather routine childhood and a lifetime of familiar patterns, I’ve learned to adapt to change. To know in my gut when its time to move on, even when I have no idea what lies ahead. To look forward to what this latest round of change/chaos will bring.

A Special Note To My Friends and Family: I’ve been in chaos (even for me). Haven’t seen as much of many of you as I would have liked. I plan to spend the second part of the summer relaxing some, and (hopefully) catching up with you. Hearing about what’s been going on with all of you, the changes in your lives…

The Life of My Dog(s) …

Yesterday was a gift. A beautiful day in early March. Spring was in the air.

Seemed a good idea to walk my dogs in the woods. Or so Daughter and I thought…

The Red Dog barreled out of the car ahead of everyone.

The Little Black Dog, Daughter and I headed for the path, but we were quite a few paces behind The Red Dog. He bounced happily up ahead of us, tail wagging, ears flopping in the breeze.

Not five minutes into our walk, The Red Dog took a sharp left–then hauled as# toward…WHAT?

Curious, Daughter and I stretched our necks, tried to see what had him even MORE excited? Because he was already pretty excited to be running around in the woods…

We rounded the corner and there he stood–up to his neck in water.

The Red Dog found a watering hole. A MUDDY watering hole!!

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I called him, but The Red Dog kind of does his thing. He looked at me when he heard his name–but he wasn’t ending his fun on my account.He frolicked in the water, then got OUT when he was ready to move on.

The Little Black Dog? Loves the water and loves to swim. But she avoided the murky, muddy messes. She ran though shallow water and clear streams, but stayed clear of the sludge.

Not The Red Dog.

He continued to amuse himself by locating every wet, muddy area along the path. He swam in them. Drank the water. Even laid down in them.

Me? The Red Dog was already a mess. He was getting a shower when we got home anyway, so I figured he might as well have his fun.

And really, watching The Red Dog frolic with abandon was sort of contagious. Both Daughter and I laughed over and over again at his antics. Neither of us had the heart to stop him. It was a lighthearted (and dirty) walk. But it was fun!

Of course, the swamp water he drank might be like drinking the water in Mexico. We’re hoping he doesn’t barf–or get the runs…

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By evening, all was well. Daughter and I were happy–they dogs were clean and happy. They curled up together like Twinkies, sound asleep in my comfy, King-size bed.

My dogs live a nice life…

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